dognovel Chapter 1177 Little Squirrel V9 Transformation into Soul-Nourishing Lotus
Chapter 1177 Little Squirrel V9 Transformation into Soul-Nourishing Lotus
Bu Ting Mountain.
Stretching for eight hundred miles, the peaks resemble a giant beast lying in wait.
Crimson Flame Volcano Crater.
It constantly spews forth crimson-gold magma, and scorching heat waves surge into the sky, dyeing the horizon a fiery hue. Even the gale-force winds on the mountaintop carry a burning temperature, stinging the skin like needles on fire.
Su Mingyi, Huang Niao, and Xuan She guarded the crater, each guarding one side.
The interior of a volcano.
Magma core.
There is a natural lava cave.
The rocks on the cave walls were scorched red-hot by the lava, their surfaces covered with winding patterns resembling the scales of some ancient beast, or perhaps marks etched since the beginning of time. Hot lava dripped continuously from the cave ceiling, sizzling as it struck the rocks, sending up sparks before quickly cooling and solidifying into dark red crystals that formed a thick layer on the cave floor.
In the center of the cavern, three figures stood facing each other.
Yu Shuheng stood with his hands behind his back on the left, his moon-white Taoist robe spotless, a stark contrast to the scorching surroundings.
He had handsome features and a faint smile on his lips, but his gaze kept falling on the girl beside him, with a hint of helplessness and worry.
She's really soft-hearted!
However, he had no reason to stop it.
Su Xiaoya was dressed in a fiery red short outfit, which made her skin look as white as snow. This time, she had her hair styled in a playful double bun, with two red ribbons tied at the ends, swaying gently with her movements.
Perhaps it was a sudden burst of girlish enthusiasm, but Su Xiaoya's behavior has become more mischievous.
Yu Shuheng was also helpless.
Even though they were both high school students before they transmigrated, due to the strange different time points, the time they experienced after transmigrating was vastly different—he had lived for 100,000 years, while Su Xiaoya was only a teenager.
Therefore, he could be Su Xiaoya's great-great ...
So if he doesn't worry about it, who will?!
Anyway, he accepted his fate.
Jinlong and Lao Bai both resigned themselves to their fate.
but……
Yu Shuheng looked at the boy opposite him, seemingly lost in thought.
The lava inside the cave surged and churned, with layers of crimson-gold light illuminating the stalactites on the cave walls, turning them a warm red.
The tips of the stalagmites hanging from the cave ceiling were covered with crystal-clear water droplets, which fell into the lava with a soft "sizzle" sound, and instantly turned into wisps of white smoke, dissipating into the warm air.
Su Xiaoya stood on the bluestone beside the lava, the cool touch of the 'Nine Netherworld Transformation Jade' still lingering on her fingertips.
The jet-black jade lay quietly in her sleeve. The intricate runes on its surface resembled stars that had been dormant for millennia, their once-powerful, azure luster now faded.
She looked up at the boy in front of her, and a strange sense of bewilderment welled up in her heart.
Just a few hours ago, Taotie was a tiny monster the size of a palm, but with the help of the "Nine Netherworld Transformation Jade," it was reborn and transformed into the handsome creature before us.
The young man, dressed in a blue robe, appeared even more upright and tall.
His dark hair was loosely tied back, with a few stray strands falling across his forehead, adding to his refined and handsome appearance.
What was most striking were his eyes—they were like the finest pigeon-blood rubies, clear and lustrous, as if they held a pool of molten flames, now filled with solemnity and anxiety, staring straight at Su Xiaoya, his gaze so sharp it seemed he could see right through her.
"Such extraordinary power must come with strict rules and a price to pay!"
The voice of the little monster from Langlang Mountain broke the silence in the cavern; it was clear and bright, yet carried a solemnity that seemed completely out of place with his youthful appearance.
His fingertips trembled slightly, as if he were trying his best to restrain something. His ruby-like eyes were fixed on Su Xiaoya without blinking. He spoke each word firmly and resolutely, brooking no refusal: "So, what is the price you pay for helping me transform into human form?"
Su Xiaoya looked at the serious and earnest little monster from Langlang Mountain and suddenly smiled.
She reached out and gently brushed away a speck of ash from the boy's shoulder. Her fingertips touched his warm fabric, and she could clearly feel the stiffness in his body. "Don't be so serious. What price could there be? I'm a Great Immortal."
The little monster from Langlang Mountain's expression changed slightly, as if his secret had been exposed. His Adam's apple bobbed, but he did not refute it.
He had some vague guesses in his mind.
He was not a small monster born and raised in this Langlang Mountain. Deep within his soul lay memories from another planet—a land called Blue Star, a homeland whose face had been utterly destroyed by the raging flames of the apocalypse.
In the past, he was a renowned war king in the eastern base of Blue Star.
Back then, he was not the pitiful figure he is now, bullied by everyone and powerless to fight back.
He possesses dual-elemental level nine abilities, making him incredibly powerful!
Among them, the fire-type ability is incredibly powerful, seemingly capable of igniting the entire world.
When he activated his fire-based power, flames soared into the sky like a giant dragon, baring its fangs and claws, devouring everything around it. Wherever the flames passed, vegetation instantly turned to ashes, the earth was scorched to a boiling point, and even the air seemed to be ignited, forming a raging sea of fire.
His psychic abilities are even more extraordinary, as mysterious and profound as the stars in the universe.
He can perceive the subtle changes in everything in the world and sense the inner thoughts and emotional fluctuations of others.
This ability allows him to anticipate the enemy's actions in battle and even manipulate the minds of others, turning them into his puppets.
Back then, with only his own strength and a long sword, he firmly defended the last line of defense for the base and successfully resisted the hundreds of thousands of ferocious zombies that surged like a tidal wave.
In that thrilling battle, his fire-based powers erupted like a volcanic eruption, and flames swept in like a raging torrent, turning the zombie army to ashes.
His psychic abilities act like a keen radar, constantly monitoring the enemy's movements and providing precise guidance for his attacks.
After enduring ten long years of apocalyptic catastrophe and countless bloody battles, he finally transformed from a naive and clueless young man into a peerless war king revered and respected by the world.
His fire-based and mental abilities became his weapons for survival and combat in the apocalypse, making him humanity's last hope.
However, even such a powerful being could not escape the terrifying meteor shower that swept across the entire Earth.
In the instant that the massive, burning meteorite struck the top of the base's command tower, he was filled with despair, believing that he would be reduced to a tiny speck of dust in the vast universe along with the blue planet.
Unexpectedly, when he opened his eyes again, he was shocked to find that he had transformed into a weak little squirrel that had just been born and was hidden in a secluded corner of Langlang Mountain!
Little squirrel!
He had no superpowers, no comrades, and not even the strength to stand up.
He was surrounded by towering ancient trees, the smell of decaying leaves filling his nostrils, and the occasional roar of a monster was enough to make the newborn boy tremble.
At this moment, the War King of Blue Star became the lowest being in the food chain.
It took him a full hundred years to finally temper the squirrel demon's body to a level where it was suitable for cultivation.
Cultivation for demonic beasts emphasizes tempering the body and forging the soul. There are no cultivation techniques or elixirs; they rely entirely on their own struggles on the edge of life and death.
Fortunately, he traveled through time with memories of Earth.
He still remembered the biological knowledge of Earth—the density of bones was as hard as steel, the strength of the body was like a copper wall and an iron wall; the resilience of muscles was like a spring, and the explosive power was like a volcanic eruption; and the tenacity of the soul was like a majestic mountain, supporting the foundation of all this.
So he imitated the body-forging method of the Blue Star, throwing himself into the thicket of thorns like a cannonball and rolling around, letting the thorns cut his skin like sharp blades, and then using the sap of plants like holy water to heal the wounds, repeating this process to constantly refine himself.
He plunged into the deep mountain pool like a dragon, immersing himself in the icy water for several hours until his limbs were numb like icicles, all to make his bones denser and as hard as a rock.
He even dared to provoke monsters several times stronger than himself, facing their pursuit like a warrior, honing his speed and reaction ability, just like lightning.
Several times, he nearly lost his life to the claws of the monsters.
Once, his hind leg was smashed by a third-tier black bear demon like an iron hammer. Dragging his bloody limb, he hid in a tree hole like a withered leaf, surviving like an ant by gnawing on tree bark and dew.
His wounds festered and maggots swarmed, but he endured the excruciating pain with the strength of steel, using his mental power like a scalpel to peel away the rotten flesh. He persevered for three months before finally rising again like a phoenix from the ashes.
On another occasion, in search of a Moon Soul Grass that could nourish the soul, he ventured into the misty swamp of Langlang Mountain like an explorer.
The miasma in the swamp was like the breath of a demon, capable of corroding the soul. Relying on his knowledge of chemistry from Earth, he identified several plants that could detoxify him like a detective. He crushed them and applied them to his mouth and nose like a plaster, barely managing to withstand the erosion of the miasma like a sailor steering a ship through raging waves.
In the end, however, he was still entangled by the Soul-Eating Vines in the swamp, which were like the tentacles of a demon. The barbs on the vines pierced his skin like fangs, frantically sucking away his demonic power.
He was almost drained dry, like a candle flickering in the wind. In this critical moment, he remembered the physics knowledge of Earth—the relationship between friction and pressure. So, like a chameleon, he curled his body into a ball to reduce the area of force, and like a volcanic eruption, he activated his remaining demonic power, turning it into a wisp of flame to burn the roots of the Soul-Devouring Vine. Only then did he escape by chance, like a traveler teetering on the edge of life and death.
After a hundred years of tempering his body, surviving countless brushes with death, he finally honed his squirrel demon body to a level far surpassing that of other demonic beasts of the same rank. For the next two hundred years, he began to travel far and wide, searching for rare and precious treasures to aid his cultivation like a wandering traveler.
As everyone knows, life is extremely difficult for independent cultivators—without the protection of a sect or the support of a family, every step they take is like walking on thin ice.
Moreover, he was just a mortal squirrel.
He dared not reveal his origins, and could only disguise himself as an ordinary squirrel demon, cautiously surviving in the cracks between various powerful forces. He robbed the nests of third-tier demonic beasts, stole pills from rogue cultivators, and was also chased and forced to flee in a sorry state by even stronger demons…
Over three hundred years, relying solely on his memories of Earth and his fearless, reckless spirit, he cultivated himself from a clueless little squirrel to a fifth-tier demon cultivator.
In the demon realm, a fifth-tier demon cultivator is already considered a minor powerhouse.
But he knew that this was not enough.
He wanted to transform into human form.
Apart from divine beasts, most demonic beasts must break through to the seventh rank to transform into human form.
Therefore, at only the fifth level, he must consume the Transformation Grass if he wants to transform into human form.
He's the War King from Earth!
How frustrating is it to be reborn as a weak and timid little squirrel? Only those who have experienced it know.
Therefore, he naturally longed to take human form!
Only by transforming into human form can one break free from the shackles of demonic beasts, cultivate more effectively, and have the opportunity to explore the truth of this world—are there other transmigrators from Earth? Is there a way to return to that homeland that one longs for?
The most crucial question is—is Earth still around?