Taking one bite of Explosive Spicy Fish causes the energy core in the dantian to explode instantly—what about eating many bites? Or an entire bowl?

Liu Wanshi didn’t know, because she had never tested it.

Now Ye Xingchen, trapped within the Phantom Soul Formation, was personally conducting the experiment. Although the portion wasn’t a full bowl, the food container held at least half a bowl’s worth.

It exploded!

Completely exploded.

Ah Niu’s face and neck weren’t just blood-red—even his skin changed color. Especially from his pores, rolling thick smoke poured out, as if he had transformed into a volcano about to erupt.

The Bull Demon King’s son—Red Boy!

“Huff! Huff!”

“Huff! Huff! Huff!”

The energy core in his dantian spun frantically, True Spirit Power continuously compressed and激发激发 continuously activated, reaching an extreme peak!

From a martial artist’s perspective, this was no longer a person, but a thorough and complete monster.

The soul beasts formed from special energy were now terrified, deeply sensing a strong crisis.

“Thud!”

Just then, Ye Xingchen struggled to take a step forward.

His eyes were bloodshot and filled with red veins. His right hand seemed to become a red-hot iron block, extending to the Crescent Halberd he gripped, its surface instantly shrouded in explosive flame special effects.

“Divine ability?”

“Advanced martial technique?”

Faced with this sudden eruption, martial artists from various factions speculated.

But the truth? It seemed like a sudden rampage, entirely caused by eating a bowl of spicy fish. Moreover, that spicy taste gathered in his mouth, giving him the impulse to breathe fire!

At this moment.

Ye Xingchen was as terrifying as a bull!

“Roar!”

The eight soul beasts let out fearful cries, twisting their bodies to flee.

“…”

The martial artists’ mouths twitched.

A martial artist whose strength was roughly at the fourth or fifth rotation, releasing an aura like a volcanic eruption, directly frightening away eight soul beasts—this was truly unprecedented, unheard of!

“Die!”

How could the divinely brave Ye Xingchen let them escape? He immediately shot up from the ground, wielding his flame-enhanced Crescent Halberd, pressing down on them with a domineering move—Sweeping Away a Thousand Troops.

“Whoosh—”

Crimson flames swept over, explosive power roaring forth.

“Thud!”

Moments later, Ye Xingchen landed with his war halberd. Eight phantom beasts in different positions simultaneously collapsed into nothingness.

Their instincts weren’t wrong. This human who seemed like an erupting volcano was indeed extremely dangerous. They didn’t even have the ability to escape, only able to watch helplessly as he killed them instantly.

“Terrifying!”

“Too terrifying!”

The martial artists from various factions were shocked, their gazes filled with horror.

With strength evenly matched to the soul beasts, but able to instantly kill eight of them after erupting—what kind of incredible divine ability could so greatly amplify combat power!

“Huff!”

“Huff!”

Ye Xingchen was panting.

This wasn’t exhaustion from consuming too much energy—this was because the spicy taste still lingered in his mouth, deeply stimulating his taste buds, stimulating his nerves, stimulating his brain.

Fight!

Ye Xingchen suddenly turned around, locking his gaze on the onlookers. His Crescent Halberd was once again shrouded in flames, exuding an atmosphere that craved battle, craved slaughter!

“Not good!”

“This guy’s gone mad!”

“Retreat! Retreat! Retreat!”

The martial artists from various factions hurriedly fled to the outskirts, among them surprisingly no lack of Core Formation powerhouses at the fifth and sixth rotations.

The aura was too strong—everyone was afraid!

Seeing them all run away, Ye Xingchen suppressed his battle intent and left the Phantom Soul Formation as quickly as possible, finding a flowing stream where he frantically drank water to dispel the taste in his mouth. The result? The more he drank, the thirstier he became; the more he drank, the spicier it got.

After eating a small bowl of Explosive Spicy Fish, the side effect was that the taste lingered for a long time, and his skin would continue to remain blood-red.

“Spicy!”

“Too spicy!”

Throughout the wilderness, Ye Xingchen’s roars echoed.

Over the following period, the surrounding area gradually began to spread word—a martial artist with a completely crimson body frequently appeared, earning him the title “Crimson Flame Demon Person.”

Back at the Eternal Ages Sect, when Jun Changxiao learned about Ye Xingchen’s situation, he collapsed: “This guy didn’t eat all the delivered takeout, did he?”

“Sect Master!”

Liu Wanshi walked over and said, “I’ve already tested it. If you eat too much Explosive Spicy Fish, your body’s color will continuously turn red.”

“No other side effects?”

“None!”

“That’s good then.”

Jun Changxiao felt relieved and asked, “How long does it last?”

“Uh…” Liu Wanshi scratched her head and said, “It depends on the quantity. Quick would be ten days to half a month, slow would be two to three months.”

Jun Changxiao curiously asked, “How did you test this?”

“Hall Master Zi,” Liu Wanshi said.

Jun Changxiao hurriedly released his spiritual sense, covering the distant Spirit Beast Peak. He saw the Purple Scale Demon King’s entire body glowing red, panting with an open mouth, his whole body like a red-hot burning block.

“Sigh.”

“You’ve suffered, Ah Zi.”

…

Ye Xingchen continued his cultivation journey despite the side effect of his entire body being red. The disciples of the Eternal Ages Sect also continued to busily cultivate and complete missions as usual.

During this time, Elder Taixuan consistently installed Dark Destroyer units. Batches of new products were continuously deployed to the War Cavalry Hall, with quantities increasing from one hundred to two hundred, three hundred…

Jun Changxiao occasionally came to inspect. Seeing members activating mechs for training, a smile appeared on his face.

The sect’s overall strength wasn’t very strong, making it difficult to challenge the major sects. However, if they could equip themselves with large quantities of Dark Destroyers—say, several thousand or even tens of thousands—they would naturally have the power to fight.

The system said helplessly, “First eating to fight, now piloting mechs in battle—this sect is cursed.”

“So what?”

Jun Changxiao said dismissively, “Not allowed to use black technology?”

Cultivating through orthodox methods was both time-consuming and resource-intensive. If they could take an unconventional path to enhance the sect’s strength, he absolutely wouldn’t care about style issues. After all, having bigger fists was the hard truth.

“Pity.”

Jun Changxiao shook his head: “No chance to use them in actual combat.”

Many Dark Destroyers had been produced, but they had never experienced a true battlefield, so it was difficult to display their formidable side.

The blame fell on his master, Tonggu Zhenren, who was too powerful, preventing the major sects from daring to jump out and provoke them, unable to provide Gou Sheng with opportunities to show off and establish dominance.

If this were the Lower Realm, after three years of development they would have already punched Haoqi Gate and kicked Sacred Spring Sect.

“Master.”

Er Ya’s voice sounded in his ear: “Are you still interrogating that guy?”

Who?

The Burial Moon Pavilion Helm Master captured in Demonic Fate City.

Because there were so many things to handle, Jun Changxiao had thrown him into the Heavenly Origin Prison Pagoda and completely forgotten about him. If Er Ya hadn’t reminded him, he probably wouldn’t have remembered at all.

“Whoosh!”

With a thought, he merged into the prison.

As soon as Jun Changxiao arrived at the first floor of the prison, before he could steady himself, the Burial Moon Pavilion Helm Master said, “I’ll talk… I’ll tell you everything…”

During the forgotten period, he had experienced countless tortures. Now he was neither human nor ghost. Because the scene was somewhat brutal, detailed descriptions are omitted—everyone can slowly comprehend it themselves.

“Where is the Demon Desolation Domain?” Jun Changxiao asked.

“The Western Sea!”

“Not in the inland?”

The Burial Moon Pavilion Helm Master said, “After the Ten Great Immortal Sects and various clan powerhouses destroyed the Demon Ancestor, they used divine abilities to move the entrance and exit of the Demon Desolation Domain to the Western Sea. Not only did they set up seals, they also left numerous traps.”

Mentioning the Demon Ancestor, Jun Changxiao remembered that guy seemed to have said the Demonic Fate Land was just one of his resurrection plans, so he asked, “What is the Demon Ancestor’s other resurrection plan?”

The Burial Moon Pavilion Helm Master was immediately stunned.

Information about the Demon Ancestor’s other resurrection plan was classified within the Burial Moon Pavilion. How did this guy know about it?

“Not talking?”

“I’ll talk! I’ll talk!”

The Burial Moon Pavilion Helm Master hurriedly said, “Before the Demon Ancestor perished, he used divine abilities to fragment his Innate Sacred Demon Body, sending it to the Lower Realm mortal world to independently seek suitable inheritors. When the inheritors ascend to the Upper Realm, they will activate the Blood Pool, thereby gathering and reconstructing the Demon Ancestor’s physical body.”

“How many fragments?”

“Ten!”

“How many have been activated now?”

“Nine!”

Jun Changxiao stroked his chin and said, “Meaning once one more martial artist possessing an Innate Demon Body ascends to the Upper Realm, the Demon Ancestor will reconstruct his physical body?”

“Correct.”

The Burial Moon Pavilion Helm Master truly answered every question—clearly showing how difficult this period had been for him.

…

“Glug glug glug!”

In a dark place resembling an altar, the originally calm Blood Pool began to boil again.

“It’s coming, it’s coming!”

The black-robed elders seated at four positions excitedly said, “The tenth martial artist possessing an Innate Demon Body is about to ascend to the Upper Realm!”