Chapter 186: The sDemonic Art of Assimilation” (1/2)

Chapter 186: The “Demonic Art of Assimilation”

It was the dead of winter, and some ice had already formed on the surface of the streets. The frosty wind cut through the air like a knife, as if a demon was walking the streets, giving pedestrians an awe inspiring feeling, which sank into the depths of their soul.

The hooves of Han Shuo’s horse pounded against the ground of the streets as everyone followed closely behind. Everyone had severely grave expressions pasted on their faces, having already made their preparations that they would be charging head on into great trouble.

A dense concentration of hooves sounded in front of Han Shuo. The presence of ten thousand fiercely charging horses assaulted him before he even seen anyone.

The Demonslayer Edge was gripped loosely in his hand right now as a coolly composed Han Shuo discarded all the stray thoughts in his mind. He focused his concentration like he never had before, adjusting his breathing and heart rate to his most ideal condition. Even the pain originally emanating from some of his wounds began to fade away.

When he focused his attentions and planned on carving out a path of blood, he suddenly felt a bit lightheaded, as if he’d suddenly sunk into some strange state of mind. His mind shook at the same time as a profound incantation slowly crystallized in his heart.

The “Demonic Art of Assimilation” was a demonic art that could be grasped only after one reached the true demon realm. Its effects were evident from the word “assimilation”. A demonic practitioner in the true demon realm would have formed a demon infant at that time, and once injured, the practitioner could use the “Demonic Art of Assimilation” to swallow the enemy’s blood, flesh, and soul to heal their own injuries.

If the demon infant wanted to grow quickly at this time, it could use the “Demonic Art of Assimilation” to swallow the enemy’s soul or demon infant. However, because there was no one else in the same school of study as Han Shuo in this world, there were no other demonic infants for him to swallow.

Before a person died, the energy in their soul wouldn’t fade away. If one used the “Demonic Art of Assimilation” to absorb a living person’s soul and fortify the demon infant, that would be the fastest way for Han Shuo’s training to advance to the next level.

The power of one’s soul would quickly fade upon death, and the remnants of energy would completely dissipate in an exceedingly short while. It was also impossible to summon the vengeful spirits known as wraiths to fill the void, because those were creatures from another dimension and had been dead for an indeterminate amount of time. The energy of their souls had long since vanished, leaving behind only the simplest traces of life.

In actuality, Han Shuo’s use of the original demon and yin demon cave to refine the original and yin demons was actually using his blood essence and magical yuan to imbue these wraiths with the energy of a soul again. These original and yin demons would regain their powers, in addition to incredible abilities after they managed to absorb Han Shuo’s blood essence and large amounts of magical yuan.

A mystical incantation magically imprinted itself into Han Shuo’s brain as he sped forward on the back of the battlesteed. He quickly reviewed the incantation in his state of concentration and continued to gallop forward.

The sound of hooves were even more densely packed ahead, pounding into Han Shuo’s heart like a war drum. When his sharp eyes looking straight ahead, he calmly circulated his magical yuan according to how to deploy the “Demonic Art of Assimilation”, trying to see if it would have any effect.

To his surprise, Han Shuo discovered that he could circulate the magical yuan smoothly according to the requirements of the “Demonic Art of Assimilation’, not meeting any obstacles at all.

Han Shuo finally realized that since he’d reached the true demon realm, many of his meridians had been carved out by his magical yuan, and the meridians that the “Demonic Art of Assimilation” was circulating through happened to be similar to the ones needed for the “Mystical Glacial Spellfire. Although they weren’t the exact same set of meridians, the current set was clear and without obstacle at all. Han Shuo’s thoughts raced as he immediately sensed the changes in his body.

As he circulated the “Demonic Art of Assimilation” and focused his concentration on his empty left hand, a thick, black cloud of magical mist materialized as a spinning black hole, full of an eerie and hard to define presence. There were many black flecks sparkling inside, giving off a frightening feeling.

The vortex hovering over the palm of his hand wasn’t that large, but Han Shuo understood that this meant he’d fully grasped the “Demonic Art of Assimilation”, and he would only know its effects when he actually tried using it on someone.

“You in the front! Halt for questioning or be killed without exception!” A fierce roar sounded out from in front of Han Shuo at this time.