The Wolf’s Bride

Chapter 1463

“There are nine tribulations up to the ninth step, but apart from the nine heavenly thunders, there’s also the tribulation of one’s inner demon.

“If one successfully passes the tribulation, they’ll enter a completely new realm!

“That realm is the true three paths of cultivation—immortal cultivation, demonic cultivation, and fiend cultivation!”

So that was it.

Andrius suddenly understood.

The Divine Steps were just a ladder to ascend to the heavens. It was not the endpoint but the starting point. Once crossed, it was stepping onto the path of defying the heavens! Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

“As for whether one ends up an immortal or a demon, it depends on their cultivation before stepping onto the Divine Steps.

“Righteous cultivators and those with a righteous spirit step onto the path of immortal cultivation. The unorthodox and those who fall into demonic practices step onto the path of demonic cultivation.

“As for fiend cultivation... Apart from the spirits of all living beings, it’s a blessing bestowed by heaven to fierce beasts and monsters with extraordinary talents. Their cultivation is even more difficult than ours.

“Each tribulation is a matter of life and death. Only after crossing through terrifying thunder tribulations time and time again can they step onto the path of fiend cultivation.”

In the end, it was quite simple. Fiend cultivation depended on the species while immortal and demonic cultivation depended on one’s character.

Andrius understood that clearly.

The Demon Emperor’s form became much fainter, but he continued his tireless explanation, “Furthermore, after stepping onto the path of immortals, there’s a completely different level of cultivation—the Golden Core stage and the Nascent Soul stage.

“Beyond that, there are rumored to be even more terrifying stages with the ability to reach omnipotence, the Hollow stage, the Darkness stage, and the Great Progression stage... Each major realm is divided into three minor realms: early, middle, and late stage.”

The Great Progression stage!

Just hearing it gave a sense of grandeur as if it were the ultimate goal of cultivation.

Andrius asked curiously, “What realm comes after the Great Progression stage?”

“We do not know either.” The Demon Emperor pondered for a moment and said, “Perhaps one will become a true immortal, demon, or fiend...”

He was not sure either, so he could only speculate.

Andrius nodded in vague understanding and continued to ask, “What was your realm during your peak?”

“Us? Although We roamed freely and left behind a famous reputation, We were just a beginner in the immortal cultivation, barely scratching the surface and delving into its depths. During Our peak, We were only at the late stage of Nascent Soul.”

Late-stage Nascent Soul...

That was just the second stage.

Andrius remembered these pieces of information. When he looked up again, he found that the Demon Emperor’s figure had become so ethereal that it was almost translucent. It was like a wisp of smoke that could dissipate at any moment.

Andrius knew very well that like Lance, the Demon Emperor had exhausted his final essence and reached the end.

“Wolf King of Florence, Andrius Moonshade...” Andrius looked up, his eyes bright as he bowed deeply with the highest etiquette of the Lycantroops. “Bids farewell to the Demon Emperor.”

The Demon’s Emperor’s endless contribution to guarding the dark prison was worth enough of Andrius’ respect.

“Halle Fullberry of Sumeria...”

“Kate Klein of the Medicine Sect...”

...

At that moment, everyone present paid their respects with the highest etiquette.

“Child...”

A faint smile appeared on the Demon Emperor’s nearly transparent face, and his barely audible voice floated by Andrius’s ears. “There is a stone box in Murrfield’s sacred land. The contents are yours now.

“Use the essence blood transformed from my spirit to open it...”

With those words, the Demon Emperor’s figure suddenly dissipated, leaving only dots of light which eventually gathered together and turned into a dazzling drop of blood, suspended in mid-air.