Chapter 17

Unknowingly to Yue Li, her reputation had become extremely notorious because of her practice. However, she hardly cared as she focused on the creation of one of her body elixirs from the thirty-six ones.

In the dimly lit chamber, the cocoon pulsated with an eerie energy, the imprisoned cultivators trapped within its translucent confines, unaware of the malevolent fate awaiting them. Yue Li, the master weaver of this macabre tapestry, approached the cocoon with a calculated determination.

Her affinity to darkness lent an ominous aura to the scene as she selected one unfortunate soul from the cocoon, a pawn in the twisted game she played. Stripped of any semblance of dignity, the captive lay bare, exposed to the cold grip of Yue Li's demonic techniques.

With an understanding of both the physical body and soul power pathways, Yue Li's dark arts unfolded like a ghastly symphony. She focused on concentrating the life essence within the chosen body, drawing it into a powerful elixir that promised to fuel the infernal rites of body tempering.

The process began with a sinister resonance, a merging of the life force and the darkness that surrounded them. Yue Li's hands moved with calculated precision, an executioner wielding the tools of her ghastly craft. The captive, their eyes filled with terror, became a vessel for a ritual that transcended the boundaries of morality.

As the life essence coalesced within the body, Yue Li's demonic techniques delved into the grotesque art of organ stripping. A surreal dance unfolded, as each organ was methodically removed, leaving behind a hollow shell. The elixir, now enriched with the essence of death and suffering, held the potential to transform the macabre harvest into strength.

The process continued, an unholy communion of darkness, life essence, and the sacrificed body. Yue Li's expression remained stoic, the shadows playing upon her features as she navigated the intricate pathways of both life and death, not forgetting to absorb the negative emotions of her captives.

In the twisted alchemy of her demonic techniques, the extracted life essence became a malevolent elixir. This elixir, tainted by the suffering of the sacrificed, would serve as the catalyst for a nightmarish form of body tempering. Organs, stripped and discarded, were rendered into a potent potion that promised to amplify Yue Li's strength to ghastly heights.

As the ritual neared its completion, the cocooned cultivators, still trapped in their grim purgatory, remained oblivious to the dark sorcery unfolding within their ranks. Yue Li, the weaver of shadows and orchestrator of despair, advanced one step further in her pursuit of strength, leaving behind a trail of mutilation and malevolence in her relentless journey towards demonic mastery.

However, that was just the beginning as the new chosen victims became the canvas for Yue Li's art of suffering. With each infliction of poison, she orchestrated a dance between agony and adaptation. The poison, a sinister concoction of her own design, seeped into the cultivator's veins, a malevolent force triggering a cascade of reactions within their body.

As the poison coursed through their veins, Yue Li manipulated the life essence and soul power, coaxing the body to evolve and adapt to the venomous intrusion. The cultivator, a vessel of torment, writhed in the clutches of pain, their very essence entwined with the malevolent poison that reshaped them at a cellular level.

In a relentless cycle of agony, Yue Li orchestrated a ritualistic bleeding. One hundred milliliters of their life essence, tainted by the adapted poison, dripped into a grotesque pool. The cultivator, temporarily healed, found no respite as Yue Li injected the poison once more, forcing their body to acclimate to the venom that threatened to consume them.

The culmination of suffering reached its crescendo as the blood of ten unfortunate souls mingled with brain matter and various insects over the course of a month. The concoction brewed within a nightmarish cauldron, a potion of dark aspirations and twisted ambitions.

When the time came, Yue Li, embodying the essence of darkness itself, consumed the elixir borne of torment. The demonic techniques of body tempering reached their zenith as the amalgamation of life essence, soul power, and adapted poison surged through her veins. The sacrificial offering, the captured cultivators, became the unwitting architects of Yue Li's unholy transformation.

As the elixir took hold, Yue Li felt the surge of power coursing through her, an intoxicating blend of strength derived from the suffering of others. The cocoon, now a chamber of malevolence and empowerment, bore witness to the culmination of demonic techniques that melded the pain of the captured souls with the insatiable hunger for strength that defined Yue Li's relentless pursuit of power.

And so it was six months later that Yue Li had completed both her body, soul power, and mind techniques.

' My body has reached the peak it could, but I can feel it's still growing stronger without the demonic concoctions, I have the confidence to absorb a 45 000 six soul rings, my mind space had advanced and evolved, now, standing in a dark land, is my avatar, it looked completely human beside the six eyes of the face. It's laying down on a spider web encircled with twelve eerie lotus, one can even see several blood flakes all around yet this scenery only brought me peace, as for my cultivation technique, soul power reservoir reached a staring 99 percent attreibute compatible with my martial soul. I could tell she is indeed happy. Yet, for some reasons she seems to be having some perverted tendencies. '