“Damn it!”
Hearing this, Chu Feng was furious, his veins bulging with rage.
“Calm… calm down, don’t get angry so fast. If this makes you mad, then what I’m about to say… you… you’ll find even harder to accept,” Wang Qiang stammered.
“What?” Chu Feng’s brows furrowed tighter, sensing things were more complicated than they seemed.
“Not only am I that old thing’s perfect vessel, but you… you… you have to help me merge with him,” Wang Qiang said.
“Impossible. I’d never do that,” Chu Feng declared.
“Brother, you… you have to do this,” Wang Qiang insisted.
“Wang Qiang, don’t compromise with him. Trust me, I’ll do everything I can to get you out. I won’t let you become the vessel for that so-called Blood-Devouring Demon Lord,” Chu Feng said.
“Brother, don’t get so worked up. Just… just hear me out,” Wang Qiang urged.
“Fine, go ahead,” Chu Feng said.
“You remember the power I awakened in the Hundred Refinements Ordinary Realm, right?” Wang Qiang asked.
“Of course. That power was extraordinary,” Chu Feng replied.
“Indeed, it’s no small thing. My Heavenly Divine Power is called the Four Fiends Divine Body. According to that old thing, there are countless divine bodies in the world, but my Four Fiends Divine Body ranks tenth,” Wang Qiang said.
“Tenth? Among all Heavenly Divine Powers, it’s tenth?” Chu Feng asked.
“Y-y-yes, tenth among all Heavenly Divine Powers,” Wang Qiang confirmed.
At those words, Chu Feng suddenly thought of his father, Chu Xuanyuan.
Chu Xuanyuan had once, by chance, seen a ranking of Heavenly Divine Powers, where Qing Xuantian’s Four Symbols Divine Body ranked third.
Chu Feng had witnessed the might of Wang Qiang’s Four Fiends Divine Body—immensely powerful, one of the strongest divine powers he’d ever seen.
Yet such a formidable divine power was only tenth, while his own Four Symbols Divine Body ranked third. This made Chu Feng wonder just how terrifying the true power of the Four Symbols Divine Body could be.
“B-b-but the more powerful the divine body, the harder it is to control. The Four Fiends Divine Body is especially so,” Wang Qiang continued.
“I can feel how incredible this Four Fiends Divine Body is, but I… I can’t unleash its true power.”
Hearing this, Chu Feng was even more astonished. Wang Qiang’s already impressive divine power wasn’t even at its full potential.
The true power of the Four Fiends Divine Body must be extraordinary.
By extension, this suggested that the power of his Four Symbols Divine Body was equally remarkable.
“But the main issue is, I can’t control it. If this continues, sooner or later, I’ll… I’ll be devoured by it,” Wang Qiang said.
“Though having such a divine power is enviable, only I know it’s a slow-acting poison. Unless I tame it, it’ll eventually kill me.”
At this, Chu Feng’s eyes filled with worry. “Is there a way to resolve this?”
“There is. The Blood-Devouring Demon Lord can help me,” Wang Qiang said.
“Him?” Chu Feng’s brows furrowed.
After Wang Qiang’s earlier account, Chu Feng had formed a terrible impression of the Blood-Devouring Demon Lord, viewing him as a fiend who seized others’ souls and bodies.
“Brother, the Blood-Devouring Demon Lord isn’t as bad as you think,” Wang Qiang said.
“Though he’ll attach his soul to me, he won’t suppress my consciousness.”
“Look at Qin Kunlun back then. Did he ever do anything heinous? Even coming to this Void Sacred Tree wasn’t forced by the Blood-Devouring Demon Lord—Qin Kunlun came willingly.”
“After all, without the Blood-Devouring Demon Lord’s help, Qin Kunlun would’ve been a mediocre nobody. To him, the Blood-Devouring Demon Lord was a benefactor.”
“While the Blood-Devouring Demon Lord’s power is indeed terrifyingly strong, that strength is also… something to aspire to.”
“You can think of the Blood-Devouring Demon Lord as a rare cultivation treasure. Though he needs a vessel to survive, the vessel gains his power in return.”
“I’m his perfect vessel, but if I successfully merge with him, the one who truly benefits isn’t him—it’s… it’s me!”
“Being chosen by him is my luck, an… an incredible stroke of luck.”
“So, brother, you shouldn’t worry about me. You should be… be happy for me,” Wang Qiang said.
After hearing Wang Qiang’s explanation, Chu Feng found it reasonable.
In the vast world, billions of beings—plants, trees, and more—had their own forms of life. Likewise, Heavenly Divine Powers had their own life.
Not just divine powers—many powers acquired by cultivators had their own life.
Even if they were silent, lurking within the body, they were undeniably alive.
Take the nine thunderous beasts coiled in Chu Feng’s dantian. Who could say they weren’t living entities?
A more vivid example was the little girl who had merged into Chu Feng’s blood.
She possessed extraordinary intelligence and world-destroying power. With a mere thought, she could reduce Chu Feng to ashes.
Yet she hadn’t harmed him. After testing him, she chose to merge with his body.
In truth, what was the difference between her and the Blood-Devouring Demon Lord?
At least the Blood-Devouring Demon Lord had been upfront with Wang Qiang about his intentions and would greatly aid Wang Qiang’s cultivation.
The little girl, however, told Chu Feng nothing. He didn’t know her purpose—only that she was immensely powerful.
Logically, merging with such a being should have brought Chu Feng tremendous benefits.
Yet so far, he’d felt nothing special, reaping no advantages whatsoever.
His earlier trials seemed to have been for nothing.
From this perspective, the Blood-Devouring Demon Lord was far more reliable than the little girl.
As Wang Qiang said, becoming the Blood-Devouring Demon Lord’s vessel was a rare opportunity.
“So, the forced infusion of cultivation that damaged your body—you did that willingly?” Chu Feng asked.
“Of course it was voluntary. I’m a World Spiritist—how could I not know that forcibly infusing cultivation would harm my potential?”
“But brother, you don’t know how incredible that old thing is. If I can merge with him, the damage from forced cultivation is nothing. What I’ll gain will be far greater.”
“So, you have to help me. Otherwise, I’d have to rely on those useless Blood-Devouring Demon Clan members, but they’re nowhere near as reliable as you. I… I don’t trust them,” Wang Qiang said.
“Why didn’t you say so earlier? You scared the hell out of me. I was ready to go all out with the Evil God Sword to fight that Blood-Devouring Demon Lord to the death!”
Chu Feng shot Wang Qiang a massive eye-roll.
He wasn’t joking—earlier, he’d been genuinely terrified and fully intended to use the Evil God Sword’s power to take on the Blood-Devouring Demon Lord.
But now that he knew the truth, Chu Feng realized he’d overthought everything.
And it wasn’t his fault—it was Wang Qiang’s. If he hadn’t spoken so haltingly, Chu Feng wouldn’t have misunderstood.
