Chapter 255

Chapter 255 - Demon Scripture"The inheritance of the Demon Scripture is about to begin. According to the rules, I will wait for you at the ancestral altar."

Qi Rou whispered in Chen An's ear.

Seemingly afraid that Chen An wouldn't understand, she then explained in detail.

Qi Rou belonged to a sect called the Yaoling Sect.

Of course, this was just an internal name. In reality, in the outside world, this sect should be called the Yaomo Sect.

The Yaomo Sect had a long history.

According to legends, the Yaomo Sect had split from a demonic holy land.

At that time, the Yaomo Sect suppressed the heavens and the earth, dominating the world. Demonic cultivators were the mainstream in that era.

The cultivators of the orthodox sects were suppressed and could only survive in a few places.

Until later, a change occurred.

The last Patriarch of the Yaomo Sect died, and the entire sect fell into turmoil, with its major branches splitting apart.

This was how the Yaomo Sect came into existence.

"Back then, a total of fifteen sects were split from the Yaomo Sect, but now, only four remain," Qi Rou sighed. "However, despite the split for many years, there is one rule that has never changed."

"That is the inheritance of the Demon Scripture."

She said so.

The inheritance of the Demon Scripture was also brought from within the Yaomo Sect.

This scripture was very powerful. Even within the Yaomo Sect in the past, only the Patriarch's line had the qualification to cultivate this scripture.

After the split, each branch took a part of the scripture with them. After thousands of years of integration, it has now concentrated in the hands of the four major demonic sects.

However, what they possessed was only a partial inheritance.

The true inheritance of the Demon Scripture always existed within the ancestral land of the Yaomo Sect, within a vast altar.

Therefore, every few years, the four major sects would agree to go to that ancestral land to hold a sacrifice, to pay homage to their ancestors and to obtain the subsequent inheritance of the Demon Scripture.

This rule has been passed down to the present day.

"Hmm?"

Hearing this, Chen An suddenly felt something was amiss.

According to Qi Rou, this kind of sacrifice was held every few decades.

So in the thousands of years since then, it is likely that this kind of sacrifice has been held many times already.

So here comes the question.

Those who held the sacrifice in the past must have received the subsequent inheritance of the Demon Scripture.

They must have also left behind the inheritance they received.

If so, why did the generation of inheritors from the demonic sect still need to go to the ancestors to obtain the inheritance of the Demon Scripture?

Could it be that the previous inheritors failed to leave behind the inheritance?

Faced with Chen An's doubts, Qi Rou smiled and explained seriously, "The Demon Scripture is different from ordinary scriptures; it does not have a specific meaning."

"Except for the scripture before the Foundation Establishment, each person who cultivates the Demon Scripture will receive different scriptures subsequent to that, which will be slightly adjusted according to their physical constitution."

With that said, Chen An suddenly understood.

The Demon Scripture was not just an inheritance; it was a treasure left by the founder of the Yaomo Sect, containing the profound insights of the Demon Ancestor.

The inheritance of the Demon Scripture, except for the specific scriptures before the Foundation Establishment that laid the foundation, would change afterwards.

Due to everyone's differing physical constitutions, different scripture inheritances would be derived. Some might be somewhat similar, but others could be completely different.

This way of automatically adjusting the inheritance based on the practitioner was the key reason why the descendants of the demonic sects held a ancestral sacrifice every few decades.

Without this factor, they would not be so actively pursuing it.

"The subsequent scriptures of the Demon Scripture are adjusted based on the differences in each person's physical condition, as if tailored to each individual."

Qi Rou continued, saying, "But precisely because of this, even if the practitioners of the Demon Scripture leave behind their own scriptures, very few people can actually cultivate them."

This statement was quite understandable.

The Demon Scripture would produce a unique scripture for each individual based on their physical constitution.

But because of this, these scriptures were like exclusive methods for that person.

This raised another question.

Even if they left behind these exclusive scriptures, could future generations cultivate them?

Probably not.

After all, everyone's conditions were different. If one were to practice another person's exclusive scripture without preparation, accidents were highly likely to occur.

Demonic cultivators were already prone to demonic possessions. If they tried something like that, it would likely become even more dangerous.

Compared to these exclusive scriptures, the common scriptures circulating in the world might not be as powerful as the inheritance of the Demon Scripture, but they were undoubtedly more universal.

As long as the basic conditions were met, one could practice with spiritual roots without the need for complex conditions.

That was the difference.

"Nevertheless, being able to leave behind the Demon Scripture, and to adjust and change the scripture along with the user, the founder of the Yaomo Sect was probably."

Standing there, Chen An had this thought in mind.

There were records of different levels of cultivation in the mortal world, including records of sages and emperors.

In Chen An's opinion, the ability to adjust and change the scripture along with the user, was probably close to that of a sage.

Even though the founder of the Yaomo Sect may not have reached that level, he was probably not far off.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh.

"You've stopped so much, don't you have any interest at all?"

In front of him, Qi Rou looked at Chen An and suddenly smiled.

"What?"

Chen An was puzzled.

"The Demon Scripture."

Qi Rou maintained her smile and said, "I've said so much, don't you have any interest in the Demon Scripture?"

"Interest, of course, I do."

Chen An said, "But even if I have an interest, what can I do?"

The Demon Scripture of the Yaomo Sect was likely an inheritance created by a cultivator close to a sage.

If Chen An had no interest at all, it would be a lie.

After all, he was still troubled by scriptures every day.

Previously, in the Changyue Sect, due to his outstanding talent, Chen An had been designated as the next true disciple by the Sect Master, and had already received the teachings of the Changyue Sect's inheritance. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ NovᴇlFɪre .ɴᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of nøvels early and in the highest quality.

He had the scripture of the Golden Core.

But after the Golden Core, he was at a loss for the subsequent inheritance.

If he could obtain the complete inheritance of the Demon Scripture, then Chen An wouldn't have to worry about the inheritance anymore.

So naturally, he wanted it.

But he was also self-aware.

On one hand, the Demon Scripture was the highest inheritance of the demonic sects.

This kind of inheritance would generally only be passed down to the Patriarch's line. As an outsider, Chen An theoretically would not be able to receive the transmission.

On the other hand, as Qi Rou mentioned earlier, the practice of the Demon Scripture required pure demonic bloodline, which Chen An obviously did not possess.

His body was that of an ordinary person, even his spiritual roots were most likely brought over by his original body. How could he have the so-called demonic bloodline?

Thinking about it, it was obviously impossible.

So even if he was envious, Chen An could only reluctantly give up.

But seeing Qi Rou's appearance now, could there still be hope?

Chen An was somewhat surprised, looking at Qi Rou, "Didn't you say that without the demonic bloodline, you can't cultivate the Demon Scripture?"

"Stop guessing."

Qi Rou waved her hand, smiled, and urged, "Just tell me if you want to learn!"

"As long as you want to learn, I will figure out the rest for you."

With that said, if Chen An continued to decline, it would probably not be good.

So he sighed and nodded in agreement.

After Chen An nodded, Qi Rou mysteriously left, seemingly preparing something.

Chen An didn't know what she was preparing, but judging from Qi Rou's expression, she seemed quite happy.

Chen An shook his head and quietly left.

Several days later, when Qi Rou came to find Chen An again, Chen An was startled by her appearance.

Before, Qi Rou looked perfectly normal, but perhaps due to her physical condition, she seemed a little gloomy and uncomfortable, resembling a typical demon.

But after taking the Heavenly Element Pill several times, and with her congenital deficiencies being compensated, she gradually returned to normal. After being with Chen An, she had resumed her youthful and lively appearance, looking like a cute and tall woman.

But now the situation was different.

In Chen An's eyes, Qi Rou appeared pale, with no trace of color in her face, as if she had lost a lot of blood.

Her overall state was clearly abnormal.

What's going on?

Chen An was puzzled.

Faced with Chen An's confusion, Qi Rou appeared somewhat weak, but still smiled at him, not explaining much, just quietly pulling him into a room to the side.

It was a unique seclusion room, where some special things had already been prepared.

In a large bronze cauldron, crimson blood was flowing, which looked similar to ordinary blood on the surface, but emanated a deep divine aura.

This was...

Seeing this scene before him, Chen An was stunned.

Especially in the blood, Chen An sensed a familiar aura.

That aura belonged to Qi Rou.

"You..."

He looked at Qi Rou beside him, saw her weak complexion, and instantly figured out the answer.

"Don't guess."

Qi Rou smiled at him and urged, "Hurry and go in."

She pointed to another large cauldron on the side.

The large cauldron was about four or five meters high, covered in various formations and shimmering runes. It seemed to be a very powerful artifact.

Inside the cauldron, a unique medicinal liquid was already filled.

After special refinement, various spiritual herbs had been processed to form the medicinal liquid in the cauldron, which contained a huge divine power.

Even if an ordinary person took a sip, they could probably extend their lifespan by several years.

(End of this chapter).