bioinnovel Chapter 180 Where is Umir's True Form?
Chapter 180 Where is Umir's True Form?
A fierce killing intent erupted from the depths of Gu Yan's emerald eyes. Umir's strangeness caused his already latent killing intent to surge forth. Almost instantly, he drained all his magical power and poured it into the Demon Refining Pot. He was willing to suffer a severe backlash and injury in order to kill Umir first.
Inside the Demon Refining Pot, the entire sky was suddenly filled with blood-red runes. All of these runes possessed terrifying suppressive power, and the chains that pierced through Umir's true form were surging with red light.
Umir's true form let out a shrill scream, and flames ignited within the Demon Refining Pot. These flames were no ordinary fire; they were imperial flames powerful enough to annihilate gods and immortal kings.
"Aa ...
As Umir was engulfed in flames, her body suddenly swelled up, becoming enormous, taller than a ten-thousand-foot mountain. However, no matter how her body changed, the space within the Demon Refining Pot also changed. Her physical body could not expand this space; within the Demon Refining Pot, she was as insignificant as a speck of dust.
Black wings appeared behind her, attempting to envelop her body, but the flames ignited them as well. Black scales sprouted from her body, but these scales were melted by the intense heat.
The Emperor's Flame scorched her beautiful body to a crisp, leaving her a bloody mess. Countless tentacles scrambled out from the charred flesh as if trying to escape. A blinding red light erupted from within her body, attempting to protect her, but it was no match for the Emperor's Flame's terrifying power. This flame was about to destroy both her physical body and her primordial spirit.
In reality, she only resisted for a few breaths before she was burned to ashes.
She cried out one last time, her voice filled with anguish: "Gu Yan—"
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On a desolate planet, a simple, ancient-looking pot floats in front of a stunningly handsome young man dressed in white.
"Whoosh—whoosh—"
Gu Yan was panting heavily, his entire body drenched in cold sweat, as if he had just been pulled from the water. Umir's true form had been destroyed, and her clone had naturally vanished as well. Gu Yan slumped down without any regard for appearances, storing the Demon-Refining Pot back into his Purple Mansion. So tired, so very tired.
Using the Demon Refining Pot was really a stretch for him, but at least he was now in the Tribulation Transcending stage, unlike before when he was directly turned into a cripple by the backlash.
Gu Yan took out a bottle of spiritual liquid and poured it into his mouth. Just as he was about to sit down and meditate to speed up the recovery of his magic power, he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.
A soft laugh rang out.
"Hehe~"
The familiar voice—it was Umir's voice.
A hand rested on Gu Yan's shoulder—a beautiful, fair hand belonging to the stunningly beautiful, red-eyed demon goddess. She hadn't died; she stood behind Gu Yan, head bowed, smiling as she called out, "Master..."
The word "master" startled Gu Yan, who instantly distanced himself, flashing ten feet away. A flash of light appeared in his hand, and the Demon Refining Pot materialized. He stood ten paces away, staring at Wumir with disbelief. Not dead? How could this be?
That's impossible. He clearly refined her using the Demon Refining Pot.
How could this guy still be alive?
What's going on?
"Hahahahahahahaha..." Umir laughed, her laughter filled with smugness. "Master, are you unhappy to see me?" She stroked her long, silvery-white hair with one hand, caressing her beautiful, voluptuous body, her posture alluring and seductive.
"How are you still alive? This is impossible." Gu Yan stared at her face, not missing any expression on her face, but his gaze could not find the answer.
"Perhaps the pot in your hand isn't as powerful as you think." Umir walked towards Gu Yan step by step, and Gu Yan subconsciously stepped back.
Was the Demon Refining Pot not as powerful as he had imagined?
Gu Yan didn't believe it.
He just killed Umir inside the Demon Refining Pot, so why isn't she dead? Could it be...?
Gu Yan had a guess in her mind.
"That's not your real form," Gu Yan said, revealing her guess.
Umir was stunned for a moment.
Gu Yan knew she had guessed correctly as soon as she saw her expression.
"Just as I suspected, when you first came to the Cloud Realm, it wasn't your true form. So the one I sealed with the Demon Refining Pot wasn't your true form either," Gu Yan continued to speculate. If that's the case, then it makes sense. Since it wasn't her true form sealed in the first place, it wouldn't die even if it were destroyed.
All along, she had been misleading him, making him believe that the one sealed in the Demon Refining Pot was her true form.
This guy is probably stronger and more difficult to deal with than he imagined.
"Hahahahahahahaha..." The stunningly beautiful, silver-haired, red-eyed demon god laughed loudly, her voice echoing across the desolate planet. The laughter was extremely grating to Gu Yan's ears. The wind whipped her long, silver hair into a frenzy, and her form was changing, slowly transforming into a man's. Her voice also changed, from alluring to deep and resonant.
In just two breaths, the white-clad woman with silver hair and red eyes standing in front of Gu Yan transformed into a handsome man in purple robes and black gowns. The man with silver hair and red eyes was tall and robust, over two meters tall, with long silver hair that reached his waist.
Long, pointed ears peeked out from his hair, adorned with silver earrings inlaid with rubies. His handsome face was very similar to Umir's, but his features were sharper, especially his red eyes, which were extremely aggressive.
His appearance filled the entire planet with an unsettling dark power, and his entire body exuded a terrifying sense of oppression.
Gu Yan broke out in a cold sweat.
He had seen Umir in this posture before.
This is what Umir looked like when I first met him. But this male Umir is clearly stronger and more terrifying than the Umir of that time.
This is the real body?
"Ayan, you are indeed clever, no wonder I've set my sights on you." Umir laughed, his beautiful red eyes gleaming with a gaze that seemed to want to tear Gu Yan apart and devour her immediately. The desire in his eyes was undisguised, naked and blatant.
This gaze made Gu Yan feel very comfortable, like sticky tentacles wrapping around her body, giving her a nauseating feeling.
Umir was quite pleased with Gu Yan's nervous and flustered appearance; he had been eager to see her like this for a long time. He took a step forward, instantly covering ten zhang (approximately 33 meters) and arriving in front of Gu Yan. His face suddenly magnified in Gu Yan's vision, his lips almost touching hers, but thankfully Gu Yan dodged quickly.
Surrounded by four-colored divine lightning, Gu Yan instantly flashed a hundred feet away, avoiding being taken advantage of by Umir. However, Umir was merely toying with him and didn't seem to mind not gaining any advantage. Instead, he laughed loudly at Gu Yan's panicked appearance: "Hahahahahahahahaha..."
The silver-haired, red-eyed evil god stood with his arms crossed over his chest, his silver hair flying in the wind, with an endless plain and a vast starry sky behind him.
He looked at Gu Yan mockingly: "You dodged pretty quickly, hahaha..."