"Zhuqing, cheer up."
"The Celestial Demon Creation Grand Technique is not an ordinary cultivation method; it is a method that, when cultivated to its peak, is enough to make your Spirit comparable to a god's Spirit."
"You already know that Slaughter City is a place of divine inheritance, but do you know what Asura truly is?"
"Asura, is it a god? Asura, neither Buddha nor demon, is a demon god."
"And the Celestial Demon Creation Grand Technique is precisely what can maximize the Hell Civet Spirit's inherent demonic power, transforming it into a Heavenly Devil. Once it achieves great success, when the Demon Cat emerges, it will blot out the sky, strike fear into all laws, and suppress all evil and maliciousness."
"But you must remember, magic cultivates demons, but demons are not evil. Evil thoughts corrupt and make one lose control, while demons are about expressing one's true nature, from beginning to end…"
As Xin spoke, his voice carried a steady, almost ancient weight, as if the truths he revealed had existed long before any of them were born. Each word seemed to echo in Zhu Zhuqing's mind, striking deeper than mere instruction—it felt like a key turning inside her soul.
The air around him began to shift.
At first, it was subtle—a ripple, like heat rising from scorched earth. Then, darkness gathered, not as shadow, but as substance. The Nine Nether Spirit Cat Spirit materialized behind Xin, towering hundreds of meters into the sky. Its massive form was adorned with intricate dark golden patterns that pulsed like living veins, radiating an oppressive, otherworldly aura.
It did not resemble any ordinary spirit. It was vast, ancient, and terrifying—like a being that had stepped out from beyond the boundaries of this world.
The heavens themselves seemed to dim.
The Spirit's eyes opened—cold, indifferent, and absolute.
With a slow, deliberate motion, it raised its colossal paw and struck downward toward Slaughter City.
The movement was not hurried, yet it carried the inevitability of fate itself.
For a brief moment, time seemed to freeze.
Then—
A pressure descended.
It was not merely physical force; it was the weight of existence itself, pressing down on every living being below. The ground trembled violently, buildings groaned as if on the verge of collapse, and the sky darkened as though night had fallen prematurely.
All the citizens of Slaughter City trembled at this moment, kneeling on one knee towards the Slaughter King's throne, and stammered:
"Respected Slaughter King, we are willing to surrender. Please do not destroy Slaughter City!"
Panic spread like wildfire. Those who had once reveled in violence and bloodshed now found themselves stripped of all arrogance. Before this overwhelming power, resistance was meaningless.
Even the strongest among them could only bow their heads.
…
"O-o-o-old… Old Teacher, quickly withdraw this divine ability!"
Outside the Slaughter Hall, Ning Rongrong and Xiao Wu had rushed out, only to be met with a sight that stole the breath from their lungs. Their voices trembled uncontrollably as they stared at the monstrous figure dominating the sky.
The giant demon cat loomed like the embodiment of destruction itself.
Its presence alone made their hearts pound wildly, their instincts screaming at them to flee—yet their legs refused to move.
What kind of heaven-defying technique was Teacher teaching now?
Even from this distance, they could feel an immense, suffocating pressure descending upon them. It seeped into their bones, making it difficult to even breathe, as though the world itself had turned against them.
Was this truly a power a Spirit Master could possess?
Their understanding of cultivation was being completely overturned.
"This… This is the power of the Celestial Demon Creation Grand Technique? So powerful."
Ning Rongrong's voice was barely above a whisper, her usual confidence replaced by disbelief. For the first time, she realized just how vast the gap was between ordinary techniques and the path Xin was guiding them toward.
Even the Asura Demon Sword at the top of the Slaughter Hall began to hum and resonate, its blade trembling faintly as if acknowledging a superior force. A low, ominous sound echoed through the structure, amplifying the already tense atmosphere.
Zhu Zhuqing stood frozen, her gaze locked onto the towering spirit.
Her eyes widened, reflecting both shock and dawning realization.
She finally understood.
The three cultivation methods Xin had prepared for her were not merely powerful—they were transformative.
Whether it was the Hunter's Vigil or the Celestial Demon Creation Grand Technique, both had the potential to fundamentally reshape her Hell Civet Spirit. They were not just enhancements; they were evolutions.
Each path alone could elevate her to the ranks of elite Spirit Masters.
But together…
Her heart began to race.
By cultivating both the Hunter's Vigil and the Celestial Demon Creation Grand Technique simultaneously, she was no longer walking an ordinary road. Before her lay a path that led to the extreme of the Nine Nether Demonic Dao—a path filled with danger, but also unimaginable potential.
It was a path that could place her beyond her peers.
"If the Hunter's Vigil and the Celestial Demon Creation Grand Technique are both so powerful, then wouldn't the Azure Underworld Dao secret art, which Teacher has been reluctant to teach, be even more formidable?"
Zhu Zhuqing muttered softly, almost to herself.
Her gaze shifted back to Xin, now filled with a mixture of admiration, curiosity, and anticipation.
Yet beneath that anticipation lingered a trace of caution.
She subconsciously recalled the strictness of her teacher—the way he enforced discipline without hesitation.
A faint shiver ran down her spine.
I wonder when Teacher will be willing to teach us this mysterious cultivation method?
"Celestial Demon Creation Grand Technique? Such a familiar name?"
"What? Celestial Demon Creation Grand Technique? Zhuqing, Teacher taught you the other two secret arts? What about the Azure Underworld Dao?!"
As soon as Ning Rongrong heard Zhu Zhuqing's exclamation, she instantly woke up, something clicked in her mind, and she quickly walked to Zhu Zhuqing's side and asked.