Legend of the Mythological Genes

The evil energy was extremely cold and seeped into his bones, circulating to all parts of his body.

A sluice gate seemed to open up in his body. After he broke through his limits, his vitality stat climbed rapidly, breaking through 100, 101, 102, 103…

It was like a flood that had been held back for a long time, completely erupting forth with unstoppable momentum at this instant.

Eight-branched Force!

Feng Lin instinctively sensed the innate nature of this evil energy. This was something transformed by the base essence of the Yamata no Orochi. It was like the core of the monster’s energy and had the power to change something rotten into something magical.

Demons and monsters were formed by the essence of heaven and earth. For all types of energy, they would have to follow the logic of heavenly laws. Each energy essence was able to be used as the fuel for a breakthrough; no matter what type of energy it was.

After his vitality stat broke through the 100 point mark, Feng Lin’s entire aura changed. His lifeforce fluctuation became a corporeal pressure that twisted the space around him. Numerous vortexes manifested and even light rays were being twisted. Such immense pressure would cause everyone in the area to feel stifled.

Upon sensing the pressure, Fuuma Taro and the Japanese goddess turned pale. They knew that from these fluctuations, this person had already reached the level of an elite cultivator.

“Who are you exactly?”

“How dare you seize the treasure of our land?!”

Seeing that the Kusanagi Sword was snatched away, the eyes of these two turned cold as they ganged up on Feng Lin.

Feng Lin swept his gaze over. How could he allow them to disturb him while his vitality stat was still in the state of rising? Under the control of his spirit force, the Daitengu flapped its wings, resembling a giant eagle and swooping toward them from the sky.

As one of the few rare and immensely powerful greater demons in Japanese mythology, the recovery rate of the Daitengu was extremely shocking. Three days ago, it had been heavily injured by Feng Lin, but right now, its injuries had already recovered by half. Its katana sliced out in the air, and the sword force it produced chained together, producing a force that could slash through everything.

Currently, Fuuma Taro and that Japanese goddess had fused together with their shikigamis. They weren’t weaklings and unleashed their own powerful techniques respectively.

However, the Daitengu had the power of flight. Its speed was incomparably fast and it wouldn’t be like the Yamata no Orochi, standing there to take the blows stupidly. Its figure transformed into countless after-images, generating a burst of demonic wind as it circled around Fuuma Taro and the goddess while launching attacks.

The two humans and one greater demon were entangled with each other in this fight. It took a long while before the equilibrium was broken.

As for Feng Lin, he stood at his original location, not affected at all. He was silently contemplating the transformations in his body.

The eight-branched force circulated all around his body. And everywhere it passed, his blood, flesh, and bones seemed to have broken through their bottlenecks and started to become stronger without limit. The demonic qi from the eight-branched force seeped into his entire body as he started to demonize.

Demons were naturally born transcendent creatures. To demonize also means to ‘transcendize’.

After his flesh and blood started to undergo ‘energy-evolution’, they gradually ignored the restrictions of the physical cells and began to strengthen without limits.

“Submit to me and become my sword slave. Then you will obtain boundless energy!” The eight-branched force sent out a seductive whisper into Feng Lin’s mind, wanting to bewitch him. This voice entered his heart, wanting to shake his will and weakening his resistance.

For ordinary humans with weak wills, they would definitely be influenced by this.

However, Feng Lin’s Spirit Gene had already been strengthened to 7 points. Adding those primeval genetic points wasn’t a waste because his will was as strong as steel. He instantly suppressed the voice in his mind.

However, to his astonishment, he soon discovered that the eight-branched force was like a receding tide, retreating completely and no longer strengthening him.

As expected of a demon sword, it wouldn’t strengthen the vitality stats of others for nothing. The price one had to pay for this was to become the slave of the demonic sword!

(If I don’t squeeze out every bit of energy in this demonic sword today, then my name isn’t Feng Lin!)

A sinister smile appeared on Feng Lin’s face. He retracted his spirit force completely, not resisting the demonic influence.

The bewitching voice of the eight-branched force instantly lunged over, attacking his mind. It was like he could sense that Feng Lin had completely lost all resistance. It held nothing back and gushed forth in waves, continuously modifying his entire body and strengthening the power of its sword slave.

Feng Lin’s vitality stat kept rising. 110, 120, 130—it surged all the way up to 150 and didn’t show any signs of stopping.

The bottlenecks of every part of Feng Lin’s body were broken through. His qi and blood surged forth with great momentum, akin to boiling mercury as the luster of energy appeared within his cells. His entire body was undergoing the ‘energy-evolution’ process.

The demon sword started vibrating like it was a living object. It revolved around Feng Lin’s arms and emitted a humming noise as if it were laughing in satisfaction.

208!

Ultimately, Feng Lin’s vitality stat broke through the great limit of 200. It was an increase of more than two times compared to his previous vitality stat. Now, he wasn’t just equal to a normal elite cultivator; his aura had even exceeded the vast majority of elite cultivators.

Upon reaching this step, the growth in his vitality stat also halted, no longer surging up.

It was about time, as expected of all the efforts he put into this plan!

In the depths of Feng Lin’s heart, ripples of joy appeared.

No matter how wondrous the eight-branched force was, there was a limit to it. It allowed him to add about a hundred points to his vitality stat and if he still wanted more after this, he would truly be incomparably greedy.

The bewitching voice in his mind grew louder and louder, but Feng Lin merely sneered. He no longer restrained his spirit force and allowed it to burst forth like the eruption of a volcano.

The bewitching intent was like a withered tree being split apart by a thunderbolt; it was forcibly crushed.

One must know that Feng Lin was walking on Sun Wukong’s mythological path.

Sun Wukong was known as the ‘Heart Monkey’, nothing under the sky could be hidden from his eyes. His spirit force was immensely powerful, and even gods and buddhas weren’t able to crush his will. How could a mere demonic sword like this be able to waver Feng Lin’s mind?

Feng Lin’s eyes suddenly opened as he stepped forward. His entire aura had changed. His aura was now like the brimming fiery might within a volcano that was on the verge of eruption. One was able to sense the immense power contained within him.

Among the three greater demons of Japanese mythology, the Daitengu’s combat prowess was the strongest. But when fighting one against two, especially against Fuuma Taro and the goddess who had fused with their greater demons, the Daitengu was still ultimately weaker. Its ending was incomparably miserable. Both of its hands and wings were torn apart, and it transformed into a cloud of demonic qi, vanishing from its original location.

Feng Lin didn’t feel any pity. He had initially thought that he could use the Daitengu to increase his combat strength. But now, after obtaining the power from the eight-branched force, his vitality stat soared to a point beyond his imagination. Now, even among the elite cultivators, he couldn’t be considered a weakling.

To the current him, the help which the Daitengu could provide was extremely limited. It was completely dispensable. It had already exceeded its value by being able to delay Fuuma Taro and the goddess for such a long time. Moreover, he hadn’t wasted too much time trying to subdue the Daitengu before this.

Staring at Fuuma Taro and the goddess who were rushing frenziedly over, Feng Lin coldly laughed. “If you guys want this sword, I can give it to you.”

He tossed the sword out, actually treating the demonic sword which the two of them viewed to be a supreme treasure as trash. After all, he had already completely absorbed the eight-branched force within the sword. The sword now was just a shell of its former self; Feng Lin didn’t have it in his eyes at all.

Fuuma Taro and the Japanese goddess halted their actions. They exchanged a mutual glance, wondering what trick was Feng Lin trying to pull.

This Kusanagi Sword was the strongest of the three great divine treasures in Japanese mythology. Earlier, this man snatched the food from the mouth of the tigers, but right now, he actually voluntarily gave the sword up?

The demon sword was embedded in the ground and continued to vibrate. All of a sudden, a strange aura gushed forth from it as a terrifying face manifested. Its expression was malevolent as it howled, “Despicable human, I will slay you for sure!”

As the supreme demonic sword, it was actually tricked by a mere human who had absorbed all its eight-branched force and refused to become its sword slave. This caused the demonic sword to be incomparably enraged, it was filled with hatred…

To it, Feng Lin’s action was like eating a meal and fleeing before paying up. Running away without paying after bedding a prostitute…

The demonic sword vowed to kill Feng Lin. It suddenly shot up into the air and flew toward Fuuma Taro.

Upon seeing the sword flying toward him, Fuuma Taro didn’t expect he would be so lucky. He instantly took the initiative to grab it and didn’t resist the evil influence of the demonic sword at all.

The demonic sword and him seemed to merge as one entity.

Human and sword as one!

Fuuma Taro actually became a sword human at this moment…?