C10 Beast Transforming Technique

Nangong Fan's mind soared with thoughts, and he stood motionless for quite some time before snapping back to reality. Now, any further contemplation was merely wishful thinking. With his newfound ability to cultivate, he was confident he could reclaim all that he had lost. More pressing, however, was the task of absorbing the wealth of good fortune left by his ancestors.

Due to his inherently flawed constitution, Nangong Fan had not been taught any cultivation techniques by his family. His spiritual energy was chaotically coursing through his body, and he dared not haphazardly open his meridians to channel this energy. After all, such recklessness was strictly forbidden in the cultivation world.

Is there any cultivation technique in the world that hasn't been hammered and honed into a crystallized wisdom? Nangong Fan was skeptical that he could conjure up a viable cultivation method with his limited experience.

Nangong Fan had no desire to reveal his newfound ability to cultivate prematurely unless absolutely necessary. His reluctance wasn't due to any deep-seated cunning; rather, it was a youthful whim. He fantasized about making his debut in a spectacular fashion, drawing all eyes to him and unleashing the pent-up frustrations and scorn he had endured over the years.

But without the necessary resources, one is helpless. Lacking a cultivation technique, Nangong Fan would have no choice but to come clean to his family to acquire one for his training.

The Black Family's foundational technique, the Black Emperor Dominating Heaven Scroll, was personally crafted by Black Batian and has been refined over a millennium by the family, earning it a formidable reputation across the globe.

The majority of cultivation techniques on Earth have evolved from ancient legacies over countless years. Given that the cosmic environment differs greatly from that of the ancients, not all that glittered in bygone eras is considered optimal. Only those techniques deemed most fitting are hailed as the best. Their enduring legacy is a testament to their unique value.

Nangong Fan surmised that Hei Batian had based the Black Emperor Dominating Heaven Scroll on the techniques documented by the Wildhearth Clan, intending it to be a legacy for his family. Ancient legacies often come with their taboos, and they cannot be indiscriminately passed down at the owner's whim.

Nangong Fan's greatest desire at the moment was to acquire the cultivation techniques of the Wildhearth Clan. With these techniques, he could effortlessly overcome any obstacle, possibly surpassing even the prowess of the Hei Family's methods.

Eager to proceed, Nangong Fan quickly stowed the ancient scroll detailing Hei Batian's life into the interspatial ring he was now able to operate. Previously, Hei Ze had worn the ring merely as a badge of identity, its true potential untapped. But with Nangong Fan's recent breakthrough to the Martial Ancestor Realm, accessing the ring's contents was no longer an issue.

He extended his hand to open the second ancient tome, titled "Painting." The first page was emblazoned with the words "Beast Transformation Spell" in bold, gilded script. Each stroke seemed to embody a wild, ferocious creature bellowing into the heavens, exuding an aura of savagery and bloodthirst that was utterly captivating.

Twenty-one strokes transformed into an array of fierce beasts, each with its own distinct demeanor. Dragons soared, phoenixes twirled, lions and tigers bounded, apes and bears followed suit, while turtles and snakes clashed... This primal tableau unfolded before Nangong Fan's eyes.

The eyes of the twenty-one beasts brimmed with sentience and ferocity, unleashing soul-piercing roars at Nangong Fan. The cacophony of twenty-one unique roars coalesced into a spectrum of spiritual lights that surged towards the stunned Nangong Fan.

Amidst the barrage of brutal bellows, Nangong Fan's heart quivered, and his complexion turned ashen, as if his very soul were on the verge of being scattered by the majestic roar of the beasts.

In that moment, a warm current emanated from his golden-brown heart, swiftly suffusing his entire being. The golden-brown threads within his blood pulsed vigorously, seemingly invigorated by the beasts' roars, eager to display their own distinctive grandeur. A noble yet domineering presence radiated from within.

The twenty-one enlightened beasts' eyes betrayed a sense of fear, as if they were not mere strokes on a page but actual living creatures. They cast incredulous glances towards Nangong Fan before letting out a mournful cry, reverting back to the words "Beast Transformation Technique." It was as though the entire episode had been nothing more than an illusion, with the twenty-one beasts simply figments of Nangong Fan's vivid imagination.

Behind Nangong Fan, an earthy yellow apparition stood suspended in the air. His towering figure was barely discernible, standing eight feet tall with the strength of a wild bull. His upper body was bare, while his lower half was wrapped in an unidentified animal hide. His face was resolute, his stance as if he could reach the heavens, and his gaze was as predatory as a wolf's, yet as proud and fierce as a dragon's. The shadow seemed capable of holding up the entire void.

As the ancient scroll transformed into the words "Beast Transformation Spell," the yellow apparition bowed its head gently, a touch of benevolence in its eyes. It cast a glance at the silently standing Nangong Fan before dissipating into smoke, vanishing without a trace.

Nangong Fan composed himself and gazed intently at the three large characters "Beast Transformation Spell," which seemed devoid of any spiritual essence. Who would believe that these three characters and their twenty-one strokes had just manifested into twenty-one mythical beasts, elusive in the world?

The creator of these characters must have attained a level of mastery beyond what Earth's inhabitants could fathom.

Nangong Fan exhaled softly and began to leaf through the "Beast Transformation Spell." Opening the tome was like stepping into an ancient forest teeming with mythical creatures.

The bold script on each page mirrored the ferocity of battling demon beasts, every motion unveiling profound secrets. Even the simplest claw strike was imbued with the essence of metal and storm, swift yet devastatingly sharp.

In the dawn of ancient times, when gods and demons had departed, the demon race reigned supreme, preying on humanity. Human Qi Practitioners emerged from obscurity. Despite their varied techniques, they were no match for demon beasts of equal rank. They could find temporary safety, but they could not halt the decline of humanity or prevent their fate as prey.

The ancestors observed the demon beasts, yearning to discover the right path for humanity. Some benevolent great demons offered themselves as models for humans to emulate, leading to the creation of the Xing Yi Fist Technique and the rise of physical cultivators.

Xing Yi Fist Technique requires exceptional talent to truly communicate with the essence of the fist; otherwise, it's no different from flashy but ineffective martial arts.

For body cultivators, the basics are simple to pick up, yet mastery is a challenge.

Can the human form truly compare to the formidable bodies of demon beasts?

The Wordless Heavenly Stele, a celestial relic, offers those with superior spiritual roots a glimpse into the Three Thousand Great Dao Paths. The human path diverges from the rest.

The human race has harnessed this knowledge to develop a myriad of cultivation techniques and martial arts that align with the heavenly way, propelling their rise.

In ancient times, the Great Emperor Yan Huang led a rebellion on the banks of the eastern river, with the progenitors of the Northern Barbarians rallying to his cause.

There were demons who reveled in the slaughter of other races, with the most fearsome among them wielding the human form to become invincible.

As the demon race faced peril, the human race thrived.

The forebears, inspired by Yan Huang, sought wisdom from the Heavenly Stele, unlocking the Dao of Demons. They crafted countless laws, transforming the human form to rival celestial demon beasts.

They channeled the blood of demon beasts to awaken the spirit within their veins, nurturing their bodies and cultivating the Great Dao Tree within. With their fragile human forms, they bravely combated demon beasts.

Nourishing their bodies with blood, they blazed a unique trail. Through physical cultivation, they sought the Dao, using demons as their guide. By refining their bodies, they aspired to create a personal universe, unmatched by any.

With demon insight, they pursued the Dao to sustain their bodies, achieving immortality.

The ancestors imparted their wisdom, empowering the human race to stand tall among countless races, no longer subjugated.

Among the myriad demonic beasts, those with spirit were deemed demons, while the rest were mere beasts.

Demonic bloodlines surpassed human talent. Humans were born frail but could defy fate to ascend to divinity. Demonic beasts were born mighty, yet struggled to break free from the constraints of their lineage.

Thus, the ascent of the human race was an unstoppable force.

The demon race held bloodlines in high esteem, with stringent hierarchies.

Among the multitudes of lesser demons, the spiritual beasts reigned supreme. Holy beasts were rare, and the divine beasts regarded all with disdain.

In a world where the Heavenly, Earthly, Profound, and Yellow creatures were held in the highest esteem, humans and demons danced together, embodying the essence of the heavenly way. Every being possessed a spirit, and those born with the ability to communicate with spirits carried the heavenly way within them. Their powers were vast, akin to the children of Heaven and Earth, yet the Spirit Race was scarce and struggled to gain prominence.

The Heavenly Jade, having achieved sentience, rose from the ashes of conflict, allying with humans to combat the demonic beasts. Our ancestors sought various types of spiritual blood, conducting myriad experiments until they forged a system known as the 'Beast Transformation Spell.'

With the ascent of humanity, there were those who transformed into great demons and bore children with their kin. From that moment, the bloodlines of humans began to diversify. For those with formidable bloodlines, mastering this spell came with exceptional ease.

This spell represents the pinnacle of human intellect, a direct conduit to the heavenly way, and stands as one of the most esteemed cultivation techniques among our people. Our forebears laid the foundation of the Wildhearth Clan with this knowledge, establishing it as a cornerstone of human heritage. The clan has made indelible contributions to the perpetuation of our race.

I am the 361st Sect Master of the Wildhearth Clan, upholding the legacy of our ancestors and defending humanity. We rallied against the Ghostdom's incursion. The Ghostdom's ferocity was unmatched, and they decimated our sect, leaving none of our million disciples alive. I harbor no regrets, yet I am filled with remorse for failing to preserve the lineage that has thrived for countless generations.

May those who encounter this spell accept the mantle of our fate. I hope that one day, someone will continue to impart our teachings. The faith of humanity shall endure eternally, as will the spirit of our clan.

—The 361st Sect Master of the Wildhearth Clan, Xue Yaozi.

Each word resonated like a poignant song, echoing the cries of thousands, their voices laden with tears and defiance. United even in the face of death, they orchestrated the final, magnificent symphony of their existence.

"The Wildhearth Clan... Xue Yaozi..." Nangong Fan murmured, his heart heavy with curiosity. Why did this sect and its name strike such a familiar chord? It was as if he had encountered them before, but where?

"The last wish of our predecessors shall not be forgotten. In my name, I accept the karma of today, and I vow that the banner of the Wildhearth Clan will one day stand at the pinnacle of humanity." Nangong Fan's demeanor shifted to one of solemnity. He chuckled at himself, wondering what right he had to engage with such an ancient order. Casting aside superfluous thoughts, his gaze hardened with unwavering resolve, as if he were no longer Hei Ze, but rather his true self. The voice that emerged was profoundly dignified.

In a daze, Nangong Fan thought he saw a majestic, blood-colored figure traversing the layers of time and space, gazing down at him with a look of satisfaction, offering a gentle bow in his direction.

The ancient scroll transformed into a blood-colored breeze that swirled before Nangong Fan, carrying a sweet scent as it merged directly into the center of his brow.

Cultivating essence, energy, and spirit. Essence fortifies the heart; blood, being the essence of a person, opens the body's meridians with the power of the physical form. Energy strengthens the dantian; Qi, the essence of heaven and earth, flows through the meridians, nourishing the body, resonating internal energy with the external, creating immense power. Spirit refines the third eye; the soul is the essence of spirit, connecting with the divine. Divine power is unfathomable, capable of forming arrays with a single thought, using the cosmos as a bridge to unleash formidable might.

The Beast Transforming Technique was clearly a physical cultivation method.

After the blood-colored breeze vanished, a phantom blood figure stood steadfast in the sea of consciousness within Nangong Fan's brow.

The blood shadow moved its limbs slowly, and even though Nangong Fan was unable to peer into his sea of consciousness, he could still perceive every action of the blood shadow.

Nangong Fan concentrated intently, observing the blood shadow's movements. Without further explanation, he knew that this was the foundational part of the Beast Transforming Technique.

The techniques of the ancient sages were truly remarkable. Despite the sect having vanished for countless years, they could still impart their wisdom through means beyond Nangong Fan's comprehension, guiding him personally.

Nangong Fan's limbs began to move subconsciously, mirroring the movements of the blood shadow.