Chapter 120: Evolution Once More

The black radiance was clearly ill-intentioned, yet it shared the same source of energy as Qin Feng’s mutated bloodline soul. Upon appearing, it immediately coiled around the two-headed black python, completely enveloping its body. Miraculously, this black radiance was shielding Qin Feng’s bloodline soul.

As soon as the black radiance emerged, its fierce aura struck terror into the spirit of the scarlet fire dragon. The fire dragon twisted its body, attempting to flee. However, the injured bloodline soul would not allow it to escape so easily. Its primal ferocity had been ignited; it would not rest until it had gorged itself. The bloodline soul roared as if flooded with infinite power in an instant. The two-headed black python opened its massive, blood-thirsty maw, clamped down on the fire dragon’s tail, and swallowed nearly half of its body whole.

Devour—a frenzied devouring!

With the scarlet fire dragon as the epicenter, all the blood within the Yang Blood Pool surged toward it. It was then swallowed by the bloodline soul and subsequently transmitted into the black radiance. A chain reaction of consumption—one passing to the next! A massive vortex began to spin violently within the Yang Blood Pool.

The immense energy contained within the blood was continuously extracted by the black radiance, which acted like a bottomless pit that could never be filled. Simultaneously, Qin Feng’s bloodline soul benefited; the python’s body grew thicker and longer, expanding from one zhang to two, then three, only beginning to slow once it reached over six zhang in length. A third head also began to slowly sprout.

A bloodline soul over six zhang long—its massive form and overwhelming aura were terrifying! If one were to compare, Qin Feng’s bloodline soul was now at least at the level of a Profound-grade dragon soul from the Qin family.

Unfortunately, Qin Feng was still in a semi-conscious state, feeling only that he was enveloped in a profound warmth. His "Three Thousand Dragon God Force" cultivation technique operated on its own, sending his power and cultivation soaring. He broke through from the third level of the Human Gang Realm directly to the fourth, then marched toward the fifth with the speed of a rocket. Even after passing the fifth level, he continued to rise!

Furthermore, his Dharma cultivation surged in tandem, climbing from the eighth level of the Mortal Gang Realm to the ninth, then to the tenth-level perfection, finally breaking through the tenth level with signs of advancing into the Human Gang Realm.

This was an opportunity—a monumental stroke of fortune!

Fortunately, Qin Feng was not entirely unconscious. The surge in power jolted him back to wakefulness. After sensing his internal state, he broke into a cold sweat and hurriedly forced his skyrocketing cultivation to halt at the sixth level. It would be a joke if he let it continue; his body would surely be unable to withstand it and might be completely destroyed!

Three levels in one go! He had suffered from this before and had only just managed to stabilize his foundation, and now it had happened again. How was a person supposed to survive this?

However, Qin Feng did not stop the growth of his Dharma cultivation, allowing it to continue until it broke through to the first level of the Human Gang Realm before he checked it. To him, Dharma cultivation was merely an auxiliary power. Regardless, increasing his cultivation was a good thing; at the very least, reaching the Human Gang Realm in Dharma cultivation would grant him more control over his flying swords.

If Li Xingjian knew that Qin Feng had joined the Shu Sword Mountain specifically for the sake of flying on a sword, he would likely vomit blood in anger.

The three-headed black python stopped growing at nearly seven zhang long. Its three massive heads, covered in ferocious barbs, bore a resemblance to a black demonic dragon, which was truly startling. Had it evolved from a snake to a jiao? Qin Feng wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, staring at the three-headed black jiao before him with a sigh.

Conversely, his "Tai'a Mind Forging" technique, on which he relied heavily, had shown little progress; he reckoned the conditions were not right for it. As for the mysterious purple-grey tree within his soul, he did not even need to think about it—it must have gorged itself, stretching out countless bizarre branches.

Fortunately, he had awakened in time; otherwise, the consequences of continuing would have been unthinkable. Just thinking about it made Qin Feng linger in fear. The black radiance swallowed everything in its path. By the time he woke up, less than half of the blood in the Yang Pool remained, and it was still dwindling.

The scarlet fire dragon was no match at all, kept immobile by the three-headed black jiao, forced to continuously draw energy from the blood to prevent itself from being completely consumed by the black radiance.

After another half-stick of incense passed, the blood was gradually drained away. Only the scarlet fire dragon remained, its form slowly shrinking. When it was reduced to a wisp of flame the size of a pinky finger, Qin Feng hurriedly commanded it to release its hold. Although he could not control the black radiance, he could control his bloodline soul, which had assimilated with the mysterious tree in his soul since its mutation.

The black radiance treated the three-headed black jiao as an extension of its own existence; thus, when the jiao released its grip, the black radiance retreated back into his brow. The blood-fire tried to flee, but Qin Feng snatched it in his hand. By now, the flame was thin and wispy, on the verge of extinguishing. Qin Feng shook his head; this fire relied on blood to burn—without blood, it was nothing.

He drew a sword qi across his finger to create a small cut, then pressed the flame against his arm. The fire, thin as an earthworm, "whooshed" and burrowed into the wound. This fire burned blood; it could not exist without it! Henceforth, to keep it, he would have to nourish this mysterious blood-fire with his own blood.

To his utter surprise, the small wound on his arm healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. "Eh?" Qin Feng was startled. It seemed that with the evolution of his bloodline soul to three heads, he had gained another incredible ability. "Rapid healing? That is an unexpected delight!" It seemed he would need to find an opportunity to study this properly.

Everything was over.

Qin Feng secretly rejoiced. Through his meticulous calculations, the black radiance had not only saved him but also allowed his two-headed python to evolve into a three-headed black jiao. He had not only seen his strength soar but had also gained a mysterious blood flame. Three birds with one stone! It was simply exhilarating!

He still did not know the name of this mysterious blood flame, but he would ask the Heavenly Demon later; perhaps it would know.

The blood in this half of the Yang Pool had been completely drained by Qin Feng. Bizarrely, the blood in the Yin Blood Pool on the other side also began to fade from an inky color to clear water. Having lost its spiritual essence, it flowed from the high ground into a deep, mysterious cavern at the bottom of the blood pool.

After the blood vanished, the revealed floor of the pool featured a deep, wide, and unfathomable cavern. Upon closer inspection, Qin Feng discovered stone steps leading downward. Though ancient and badly eroded by the blood, they were still discernable.

"Could it be that this place is merely a gateway? Where does this deep cavern lead?" Qin Feng was astonished. Even as just a gateway, it was so mysterious, spawning such wonders as the blood-fire and the lascivious toad, nearly costing him his life! "Could there be greater treasures hidden within this deep cave?"

A surge of curiosity ignited his desire to explore the cavern. But before that, Qin Feng recalled the Heavenly Demon Blood Coffin. When the coffin flew from a corner of the Yin Blood Pool toward him, Qin Feng was startled, thinking his eyes were playing tricks on him. The Heavenly Demon Blood Coffin had undergone a complete transformation.

The original coffin had been a tattered, wretched piece of rotting wood, scarred by unknown blades and nearly falling apart. But now, the coffin appeared entirely undamaged and had grown a size larger. Its color had also changed significantly; the deep black wood now shimmered with faint red glimmers, adding a layer of mystery. Its appearance was a hundred times better than before.

Qin Feng was overjoyed. "Only now does it truly deserve the name Heavenly Demon Blood Coffin!"