Volume One, Chapter Forty-Three: The Undying Demon Body Is Just a Handy Pocket

Chapter Forty-Three: The Undying Demonic Body Is Actually Just a Pocket!

Mara nodded and said, “Within your divine sense, there’s another formidable technique hidden. You don’t say it, I don’t ask, but I suppose it’s not something that can be cultivated so easily. However—

Listen up, boy. If you really tell me, maybe I can give you some pointers, even some good stuff, and your chances of succeeding and cultivating it will be much better and faster. Because that technique carries the aura of my demonic race, I am very sensitive to it, and I say this with confidence. Do you understand?”

Without hesitation, Tu Zhe transmitted the cultivation method for the Undying Demonic Body to Mara with his divine sense.

Mara was momentarily stunned; he hadn’t expected Tu Zhe to trust him and be so generous. He skimmed the method with his divine sense, and instantly leaped up in shock.

“Kid, where did you get this? This is the most powerful body-refining technique of the ancient gods...”

Tu Zhe briefly recounted his encounter with the fragment of Chi You’s soul.

Mara sighed, “Kid, I... I don’t even know what to say about you...”

Tu Zhe knew the Undying Demonic Body was precious, but seeing the mighty Lord of the World so shaken meant he’d truly stumbled upon a priceless treasure.

Tu Zhe looked at Mara, “Ancient god? What sort of bird god is that?”

Mara panted, “Don’t joke around and disrespect the gods, boy. That god—I don’t even know who he was. But once this body-refining technique is mastered, it can shatter worlds, annihilate the three thousand realms.

The point is, no mystical arts or divine powers can withstand the Undying Demonic Body. Do you understand the saying ‘one force breaks ten thousand techniques’?

With a single blow, the force field and domain it generates can reduce anything to nothingness...”

Tu Zhe rolled his eyes, murmuring, “Is it really... that powerful?”

Suddenly, he thought of the Brahma Egg and felt a surge of conflict.

“Master, if I manage to refine the World Seed in the future, which is more powerful, the World Seed or the Undying Demonic Body?”

Mara smacked his forehead in sudden fright, exclaiming, “Damn! It’s a good thing you told me about this technique, or you wouldn’t even know how you’d end up dead in the future. It’s fate, really, fate!”

Tu Zhe, Mu Xiulou Tuo, and the dog were all unnerved by Mara’s reaction, staring at him wide-eyed.

Mara said, “Don’t get it, do you? Good, that means you’re normal. I’ve only just realized. Let me ask you, if you refine the World Seed in the future, and all the power of a middle world is within your body, what will you use to contain and harness it? Your current body, which is hardly sturdier than a sack of rotten flesh?”

Tu Zhe suddenly understood. Exactly—a middle world’s power contained in his own shell. No one had said it was impossible.

But, damn it, even if this sack of rotten flesh could hold it, could it really withstand it? Even a fool would know what would happen if it couldn’t.

Boom—

Nothing left. He would be reduced to dust.

And as he was obliterated, he might even blow up the current heavens and all realms into smithereens.

The Undying Demonic Body—

The Undying Demonic Body could contain it, damn it—

Tu Zhe was almost moved to tears.

Almost screaming at the top of his lungs, Tu Zhe roared,

“Master, are you saying the Undying Demonic Body is the best vessel for holding the power of a middle world?”

Mara looked at Tu Zhe, whose neck veins bulged and writhed like snakes with excitement—truly an unsightly appearance.

But it was understandable, wasn’t it?

If anyone learned that the Undying Demonic Body was the best vessel for containing the power of a middle world, and still managed to remain calm, they’d be something out of the ordinary.

Mara said, “Exactly. I can’t think of any other body-refining technique more suited to contain the power of a middle world than the Undying Demonic Body.”

The dog howled at the side, “Rascal, hurry up and master the Undying Demonic Body. When that time comes, if gods block you, kill gods; if buddhas block you, kill buddhas—that’s the ultimate badass!”

Tu Zhe raised two fingers with difficulty, waving them at the dog, “Two words...”

Then he groaned in pain, “But Master, is it hard to find the right materials for this? To gather all the ingredients to cultivate the Undying Demonic Body—when would that even be possible?”

The dog howled again, “Go steal, rob, and kill—”

Mara lowered his head in thought, then said, “Alright, I’ll search through your Sumeru Ring and see what treasures are in the Seven-Treasure Pagoda. Maybe there’s plenty you can use, right?”

Without hesitation, Tu Zhe thrust his finger under Mara’s nose.

The white-haired vertical eye on Mara’s brow flashed, and his divine sense entered the ring. He shouted, “Come out—”

Out of nowhere, the towering pagoda appeared in the great hall, growing or shrinking at will, not touching the ceiling, and settling on the ground at about half a yojana in height.

Mara said, “I’ll inspect it layer by layer, gather anything useful, and see what we’re missing, alright?”

His divine sense turned into lightning, breaking through three layers of seals before diving in.

But immediately, Mara cursed, withdrew his divine sense, and panted, “I can’t take it. Someone give me a rope, I want to hang myself...”

The dog instantly whipped out a thick, black rope, “Big Boss, here’s the rope, one heavenly treasure per rental, hehe...”

Tu Zhe pulled the mischievous dog aside and looked at Mara in surprise, “Master, what did you see in there?”

Mara clutched his chest, inhaling sharply, “Brother Mu, kid, dog, do you know what in this world, besides the Brahma Egg, makes gods and buddhas green with envy?”

Tu Zhe and the dog shook their heads.

Mu Xiulou Tuo frowned, “Could it be... Brahma Crystals? What color?”

Mara roared, “Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet, black, white—how many colors do you think?”

Mu Xiulou Tuo stumbled—so even this serene Lord of the Heavens couldn’t stay composed at times?

He trembled as he steadied himself, muttering, “Nine-colored Brahma Crystals... Nine-colored Brahma Crystals...”

Tu Zhe was a bit baffled. Nine-colored Brahma Crystals... were they really that valuable?

The dog’s mouth formed an ‘o’ and wouldn’t close.

Seeing Tu Zhe’s confusion, Mara sighed and explained,

“You know, whether Daoist or Buddhist, cultivation can’t happen without Brahma Qi, right? Daoists call it vital energy or spiritual energy. Notice how the Brahma Qi here in Yama Heaven is far denser than on Sumeru Mountain?

Right. But for celestials, it’s only enough for basic breathing and absorption. If you want to advance using just this Brahma Qi, it’s possible, but it would take a very long time.

For instance, for a Stream-Enterer to reach the Once-Returner stage relying solely on the Brahma Qi of the void, it would take at least two or three hundred years. To reach the rank of Great Sage or Great Emperor, you’d be nothing but bones by then.

That’s why you need Brahma Crystals, which contain the essence of Brahma Qi, to provide energy for cultivation.

These Brahma Crystals come in different grades. The lowest grade, used by ordinary celestials, is called low-grade Brahma Crystal—a fist-sized piece contains enough energy for a day’s cultivation and is gray in color.

A mid-grade Brahma Crystal equals a hundred low-grade ones in energy and is white.

A high-grade Brahma Crystal equals a hundred mid-grade, and is transparent.

A supreme-grade Brahma Crystal equals a hundred high-grade, and is purple.

Supreme-grade Brahma Crystals are already a rare treasure in the Three Realms.

But the Brahma Crystals in your pagoda—how should I put it? For example, if you gave Indra a fist-sized nine-colored Brahma Crystal, he’d trade you his favorite wife on the spot. Do you understand?”