School Beauty's Personal Crazy Young Master Chapter 1850 - 1936: Secret Realm Treasure 3

The sight that confronted him was utterly peculiar; the Ancient Demon Soul executed an action that left Chen Nan, the Haotian Tower, and the Black Feathered Chicken Fire Qilin, all within the tower's inner realm, in a state of complete astonishment.

Chaotic Nine Forms!

"Hahaha! Chen Nan, you wretched brat, you think you can employ this technique against me? Come at me, I shall deliver your own methods back to you today!"

The Ancient Demon Soul tossed its two massive heads, regarding Chen Nan as if he were a simpleton, and at this precise moment, it proceeded to execute the Chaotic Nine Forms.

Chen Nan had just unleashed the Chaotic Three Forms, and now the Ancient Demon Soul mirrored with three forms of its own. Were it not for their containment within the Haotian Tower, the sheer power they exerted would have been sufficient to obliterate the entire Ancient God Star.

Upon concluding its maneuver, the Ancient Demon Soul appeared displeased and fixed its wide-open eyes upon Chen Nan.

Chen Nan himself felt a surge of bewilderment; this Ancient Demon Soul was far too aberrant! It managed to grasp the initial three forms of the Chaotic Nine Forms merely by observing them once. That is outrageously formidable, and how did it possibly master the mental cultivation method for such a lethal maneuver?

Chen Nan was perplexed, and even more bewildered was the Haotian Tower, saying, "How is this conceivable? Even if I have witnessed this technique, I cannot deduce the mental method from it. But this Ancient Demon Soul..."

For the very first time, the Small Tower recognized it had misjudged. It pondered if this Ancient Demon Soul was once an unparalleled genius, capable of rapidly mastering any ultimate attack or divine skill displayed before it?

"No, that doesn't seem right; Little Tower once observed a divine-level talisman that possessed the ability to replicate others' divine skills. However, the Chaotic Nine Forms, renowned throughout the ages, is no mere killing move and could not possibly be learned in such a brief timeframe."

The spiritual body of the Haotian Tower rubbed its head within the tower's internal dimension, displaying a demeanor of considerable distress.

Since its arrival in the Four Extremes World, it had never once erred in its judgment. Yet now, it had stumbled quite dramatically, leading to palpable anxiety.

"Impossible, this Chaotic Nine Forms—even those powerhouses from the Outer Domains lack such proficiency. He is merely a remnant soul native to the Four Extremes World; achieving this is utterly beyond the realm of possibility."

Heeding the Haotian Tower's pronouncements, Chen Nan remained unconvinced. "Who asserts that? Perhaps the Primordial Emperor of Heaven could accomplish such a feat."

The Haotian Tower rolled its ethereal eyes. "While it is said there is no equal in literature and no second in martial arts, do you truly believe the disparity between the foremost of the Demon Path and the Righteous Path is insignificant? If your ancestor possessed the capability to simply master the premier killing move of the Demon Path, they would have eradicated them long ago."

Historically, the forces of righteousness and demonic paths have never truly coexisted. Although they formed a temporary alliance against the Heavenly People Clan in the past, a profound chasm continues to divide them.

Chen Nan was not one to stubbornly cling to his opinions. After careful contemplation, the perspective seemed valid. The Heavenly Dao inherently seeks a balance of power; perhaps his ancestor genuinely lacked such an extraordinary capacity.

"Could it be that this individual's Cultivation Technique coincidentally aligns with that of the Demon Path Supreme, thus enabling him to effortlessly execute this technique?" Chen Nan theorized, as no other explanation seemed plausible.

"That is a distinct possibility. And if he happens to be a successor or something similar, consulting those venerable figures on Demon God Mountain might offer clarity; they have lived for an extensive period and should possess greater knowledge."

The Haotian Tower offered a nod of agreement.

Yet, the Ancient Demon Soul let out a sneer. "Haha, Chen Nan, you detestable worm! My true self was comparable to an ancient god; the mere Chaotic Nine Forms is insignificant. Whatever divine skills you possess, unleash them, and I shall master them."

Chen Nan nearly erupted with indignation, but upon further reflection, he recalled that during his previous encounters with the Ancient Demon Soul, it had not exhibited such swiftness or the ability to instantly acquire skills.

"Unleash my ass! Did you not witness my divine skills earlier? How is it that you haven't learned those? If you were truly that competent, you would already be among the heavens. You proclaim your true self was godlike, what a preposterous notion! I, your Grandpa, have slain Ancient God Avatars and specialize in dispatching gods. Furthermore, do you even possess an awareness of your own true identity?"

Chen Nan's gaze sharpened, filled with a trace of pity. "You are unaware of your own self—what a regrettable and sorrowful state. Honestly, you are less perceptive than a three-year-old child; they, at the very least, know their parents' names. What knowledge do you possess?"

"Me? Who am I?"

A fleeting shadow of confusion crossed the vacant depths of the Ancient Demon Soul's gaze.

"On Earth, forget names—even children of three years old are aware of their home telephone number. Do you even comprehend what a telephone is? You absolute imbecile!"

His barrage of rapid-fire words once again plunged the Ancient Demon Soul into a state of agitated confusion. "Telephone? What is a telephone?"

Chen Nan let out a self-amused chuckle. How could an ancient demon, confined within the Demon Abyss for millennia, possibly grasp the concept of a phone unless it was profoundly aberrant?

The Demon Soul fixed Chen Nan with an agitated glare.

For reasons unknown, its very soul seemed to stir profoundly upon seeing Chen Nan. Now, provoked by his words, it thrashed wildly within the inner dimensions of the Haotian Tower.

Chen Nan withdrew from the Haotian Tower's internal world, a flicker of concern crossing his features. "Is it truly safe for it to rampage like that? And, do you recall it mentioning an imminent emergence; is that even a possibility?"

The Haotian Tower scoffed dismissively. "How could it be? It is merely a remnant soul from the Supreme Realm. Even if it had possessed the body of a young demon to recuperate, its strength would never surpass that of Cang Yue's lord. I can assuredly contain it, but against a force like Nine Netherworld, my hold would falter; and against someone like the Dragon Emperor..."

"Someone like the Dragon Emperor, you wouldn't be able to trap at all, would you?"

Chen Nan erupted in laughter, seizing the moment to tease the diminutive Tower.

Witnessing the Small Tower's indignant eye-roll and quivering form, Chen Nan, filled with delight, ascended to the space above the Execution Hall. He peered down to see that the girls had indeed assembled – Zhao Han, the Black Feathered Chicken, the Black Forest Demon King, and the Fire Qilin.

As Chen Nan's gaze swept over the assembled group, a familiar silhouette caught his eye: Ape Ancestor.

Ape Ancestor had made his way back to the Execution Hall. At the time he had subjugated the Divine Soul of the Yin Yang Saintess, Chen Nan had failed to extract her memories. Later, Ji Yueshen had informed him that the residual soul of the Yin Yang Saintess had already departed for the Netherworld.

Upon their recent return to the Ancient God Star, the practitioners of the Execution Hall had maintained a vigilant watch. Following the demise of the Yin Yang Clan Saintess, the Soldier's clan founder, and the Mohist clan founder, the number of Heavenly Lords within the Execution Hall had effectively doubled, reaching approximately five hundred.

However, there had been no sign of Ape Ancestor. It was thus entirely unexpected that he would reappear just as they were preparing to embark for the Death Star Domain.

Chen Nan's spirits lifted considerably. "Ape Ancestor, surely you didn't manage to escape all on your own, did you?"

Ape Ancestor simply shook his head and cast a glance towards Ji Yueshen. She then let out a soft chuckle. "Chen Nan, you owe me another favor!"

Chen Nan stood dumbfounded. Why hadn't he considered asking Ji Yueshen? After all, she had been inhabiting the Yin Yang Saintess's body and would undoubtedly know the location where Ape Ancestor had been imprisoned by their adversary.

In his haste, the thought had completely slipped his mind. The members of the Heaven Punishment Alliance were unaware of Ji Yueshen's existence, and they believed the Yin Yang Saintess's soul and body had vanished in unison.

"Now that everyone is present, we shall set forth for the Death Star Domain!" Chen Nan gave the command, and the assembled group surged into the vast expanse of the void.