Chapter 759 Royal Mandate and Immortal Talent: Ten Thousand Demons and Monsters!
Mechanized cave dwelling.
The cultivation chamber.
The brass-cast walls expose numerous mechanical components, including slowly rotating gears and levers that work in tandem.
The heavy bronze door to the secret chamber was tightly shut, without a single crack.
The sounds of mechanical parts operating filled the secret room, continuously adding to the somber and tense atmosphere.
Banji sat cross-legged on the central prayer mat, his face expressionless and his eyes tightly closed.
His cheekbones were high, and the light shining down from above cast dappled shadows on his face. There were also some beads of sweat on the tip of his hooked nose.
Suddenly, a soft whisper came from the void.
Banji's heart skipped a beat: "They're here!"
His body reacted to the stress at that moment, his thin back arched abruptly, and the veins in his neck bulged.
The whispers came in fits and starts, reaching his ears like strange, long fingernails scraping inside his skull.
Banji gritted his teeth, opened his eyes, and saw streaks of blood filling his eye sockets at a visible speed.
The whispers quickly became continuous, and to Banji's ears, the sound grew louder and louder.
His sanity continued to decline, and suddenly his right foot became unbearably itchy!
Banji curled up his right leg, stretched out his fingers, and subconsciously began to scratch.
The itching is unbearable!
The steel hooks on Banji's fingertips tore through his boots as he frantically scratched.
Soon, his right foot was torn open, revealing the pale bone. For Banji, the pain was like a thirsty traveler in the desert finding a drop of water!
But soon, the whispers became as loud as gongs, relentlessly pouring into Banji's ears.
"Shut up! Shut up!" He slammed his palms, imbued with demonic light, into his ears, instantly destroying his eardrums. But even without hearing, his delirium only weakened slightly, still reverberating within his skull, causing his temples to bulge and veins to stand out on his forehead.
At this moment, Banji was already lying on the ground, his body twisting and turning under the attack of excruciating pain and intense itching, like a lone boat struggling desperately in a stormy sea.
His head was throbbing, and the intense itching on his right foot felt like a venomous snake crawling up his calf.
He subconsciously pounded the floor tiles with his heels, causing blood to splatter and flesh and bone fragments to mix together, forming a paste that stuck to various places nearby.
The originally white leg bones now emitted a yellowish-brown murky light and transformed into strips and pieces of mechanisms!
Immortal talent—Wan Yan Demon!
This is not a side effect of Ban Ji's cultivation of the demonic art "Greedy Demon Heart Technique," but rather the activation of a demon with boundless immortal talent.
Those cultivators who possess this extraordinary talent will continuously receive guidance from the principles of mechanical arts, demonic sects, and unorthodox paths.
In Banji's field of vision, chaotic and disordered runes began to appear.
...
Banji couldn't understand these runes at all, and he closed his eyes tightly while roaring.
The darkness is only temporary.
Soon, the various runes, like maggots, burrowed through the darkness and appeared in Banji's field of vision.
The flesh and blood of his entire right calf turned into a translucent gel, and the leg bone not only transformed into a mechanism but also emitted a powerful suction force.
Inside the secret training chamber, several brass mechanisms were placed. These mechanisms were pulled by an invisible suction force, crashing into Banji's severed limbs.
Bang bang bang, clang clang clang...
The mechanisms collided one after another, were firmly absorbed, and tightly bound together.
A yellowish-brown, murky light spread rapidly, dismantling and reconstructing these mechanisms.
After a dozen or so breaths.
Banji's right calf was completely mangled. Gears were embedded in the leg bone, and chainsaws pierced the fascia. The gelatinous flesh was like living wax encasing various foreign objects.
At the same time, Banji's magic power was like countless threads woven into a net, permeating every corner of his right calf.
His entire right leg had swelled into a gigantic mass, requiring two adults to encircle it. The outermost layer of skin had turned brass, numerous gears were turning within the leg bone, and blood mist was constantly gushing out from his right knee.
Banji's throat became hoarse from shouting.
His eyes were lifeless, and his pupils were somewhat dilated from the torment.
At that moment, the jade pendant around his neck suddenly emitted a small burst of blue light.
As the blue light entered his brain, his gradually clouded mind suddenly became clear.
...
He barely managed to open his eyes to see, and various runes almost filled his entire field of vision. Between these runes, he saw his right leg and saw the purple aura spreading upwards from his knee along his thigh.
"Break it off!"
Banji swung his hand fiercely, unleashing magical power that sliced into his right thigh like a blade, severing it completely.
Blood was flowing freely from the severed leg, causing Banji to gasp and grit his teeth.
His gaze, like that of a vulture, was fixed on the wound. To his disappointment, he discovered that the purple tinge still lingered, eroding along the flesh.
As the purple discoloration worsened, the intense itching returned!
His right calf, which had been deliberately severed, was swept into a corner by his magical energy.
The right leg, which was already unrecognizable, seemed to be free from restraint at this moment, unleashing an even stronger suction force that drew in all the remaining mechanical artifacts in the cultivation chamber.
The grinding of gears was as rapid as a sudden downpour, and the levers struck like hammer blows. My right calf began to swell rapidly again, and a chaotic aura spread outwards, gradually carrying a hint of danger.
Banji was panting heavily, covered in sweat.
The murmurs in his ears grew stronger, and the runes before him became so dense that they threatened to fill his entire field of vision, with the few remaining gaps rapidly disappearing.
In the critical moment, Banji, with only a sliver of clarity left, formed a mudra with his hands.
Divine magic—blindness and folly!
A large plume of gray smoke descended out of nowhere and landed on Banji.
The gray smoke quickly condensed, turning into a bone china-like gray-white shackle that pierced through Banji's upper body. Two chains pierced through his eyes into his skull and then out through his ear canals.
The divine magic took effect swiftly.
The strange runes in Banji's vision seemed to be covered with a hundred layers of grease, becoming a blur.
The bloodshot in his eyes had decreased by more than half, his pupils were dilated and turned grayish-white, and saliva mixed with blood dripped from the corners of his grinning mouth onto the floor tiles.
The unbearable itching subsided like a tide, while the intense pain that had been suppressed, though rising again, was barely perceptible in this state.
The wound was not treated, but the bleeding had stopped, because the flesh and blood at the wound site had turned into brass mechanical armor plates.
Banji lay in a pool of blood, his right leg below the knee empty. He grinned foolishly, his ten fingers still digging into the floor tiles, his nails all bent over.
His severed leg continued to tremble, his body like a bubble, constantly expanding and shrinking, his appearance constantly changing in bizarre ways.
The severed leg eventually transformed into a colossal object the size of a carriage, indicating it was filled with various mechanical components. These components were mixed together haphazardly, yet somehow managed to function.
Bang.
With a soft sound, a humanoid mechanical hand suddenly extended from one side of this ugly and bizarre mechanical behemoth.
Its palm was still covered in strange gel. Its five fingers tapped on the floor tiles. After groping around, it seemed like a venomous snake that had smelled its prey's location. It turned around and pounced on Banji's body.
But its momentum came to an abrupt halt in the next instant.
Its reach was severely limited by the enormous mechanical contraption behind it.
But the hand did not give up. It had a beastly desire from its very origin, and it dragged its huge body and desperately moved toward Banji's main body.
At first, it didn't move at all.
But soon, its body trembled slightly, and various broken pieces of machinery fell off and attached to its palm, causing it to slowly grow larger.
Gradually, the palm gained strength and actually moved a tiny bit, getting closer to Banji's main body.
After an incense stick has burned.
The spell of blindness and folly reached its time limit, and the condensed gray smoke shackles dissipated back into gray smoke.
Banji regained his senses, opened his mouth abruptly, and began to gasp for breath.
The excruciating pain felt like a sharp iron spike, relentlessly chiseling at his nerves. But there was only pain, no itching sensation, which delighted the experienced Banji.
He endured the excruciating pain, quickly checked himself, and then scanned his surroundings.
A gigantic, bizarre mechanical monster seemed to be looking down at him. Its hands were already as large as pythons, an arm's length away from Banji.
But it remained motionless, standing still, without the slightest breath.
Ban Ji's heart skipped a beat, but a smile immediately appeared on his pale face.
His smile quickly widened, eventually culminating in a triumphant laugh of survival.
"I successfully weathered this crisis thanks to the activation of my divine resources!"
Wan Yan Demon.
This extraordinary talent set Banji apart from others from a young age.
Initially, the activation interval of Wan Yan's demonic talent was long, and the principles instilled in Ban Ji were also negligible.
Young Benjamin simply thought it was a nightmare.
But when he enrolled, he showed an almost intuitive understanding of mechanical arts.
Logically speaking, mechanical arts involve calculations, but Ban Ji only glanced at it and genuinely felt that the result was like this.
And each calculation yielded a result consistent with his intuition. In fact, intuition even surpassed calculation, since calculation can also make mistakes.
This outstanding performance immediately caught the attention of Banji's parents.
As the intervals between Wan Yan's attacks decreased and the attacks became more frequent, Ban Ji exhibited symptoms of fainting and convulsions. After each episode, his "intuition" for mechanical arts would increase significantly.
Banji's parents were unable to solve the "strange illness" and could only turn to their family for help.
Further research into the family revealed many mysteries surrounding this talent: it wasn't one of the recorded talents, but it was extraordinary. It not only imparted knowledge of mechanical arts, but also of demonic and unorthodox practices.
This knowledge acted directly on Banji's body, rather than being instilled into his mind, which gave him an almost intuitive "comprehension".
Comprehension is merely a superficial appearance; it is Banji's own body that knows what is going on.
The coma was merely a symptom; the real reason was that Banji was unable to bear the three principles, so his body could only protect itself, causing Banji to fall into a coma and thus avoid being taught the principles.
However, this indoctrination is not entirely exempt, and as the Wanyan Demon Monster is activated more frequently, the intensity of the indoctrination becomes more and more ferocious.
After discovering this, the Ban family began to take Ban Ji very seriously.
At first, the Ban family thought this was a drawback of his natural talent, a sequela, but after discovering the truth, they were shocked to realize that it was not a defect at all, but simply that Ban Ji was not keeping up.
Once his talent was confirmed as that of a celestial being, the Ban family secretly tailored a cultivation path specifically for him.
The "Greedy Demon Heart Technique" was carefully selected, and the Ban family paid a heavy price for it.
This demonic art, specifically focused on cultivating the Divine Sea, aims to enhance Banji's learning abilities. Rather than passively absorbing knowledge through physical exertion, it's better to actively learn.
This was the right move, allowing Banji to adapt quickly, his strength to rise steadily, and his progress in mechanical arts and demonic cultivation to be rapid.
After Banji established his foundation, his immortal talent increased dramatically once again!
Banji began to struggle to cope.
The Ban family, naturally, would not give up on the future hope of someone with divine talent and offered their full assistance. To alleviate Ban Ji's predicament, they provided much help in various ways.
In order to completely resolve this flaw, they sought outside help while maintaining secrecy.
By chance, they encountered the wandering hermit, Dunyi Sanren. This extraordinary man possessed a cultivation level as high as the Refinement Void stage and was renowned throughout the world, almost universally recognized as the strongest divination cultivator of his time.
The elders of the Ban family piously requested that the hermit Dunyi perform a divination for Ban Ji, who then discovered that the latter possessed extraordinary talent and was destined to be king!
"Throughout history, natural talents have always been a gift from Heaven."
"The way of Heaven is to take from those who have more and give to those who have less. Throughout history, no king has ever been born from mechanical arts or strange methods."
"Heaven has placed its pawn here. Of course, there is certainly more than just this one place."
"In the future, if the system is well-established, it will become the king of mechanisms and strange methods."
"It's reasonable for you to name this divine talent 'Myriad-Errant Demon'."
The eldest elder of the Ban family was puzzled and asked, "If that's the case, then why are the doctrines of the Demonic Sect involved in the indoctrination?"
The hermit of Dunyi sighed softly: "This is a great calamity that will occur several hundred years from now. The rise and fall of demons is the general trend of the two realms. Since the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, the world has been at peace for a long time. The righteous path has overwhelmed everything and reached its peak of prosperity. When things reach their peak, they will decline. The rise and fall of the tides is the cycle of heaven and earth."
The Supreme Elder asked again, "The golden age of cultivation has lasted for nearly a thousand years. This great calamity will surely cause upheaval in the world. Will a fourth emperor be born?"
The hermit said, "The secrets of heaven are in chaos, how can we possibly predict them? But this time, even if he is just a king, he is the most unique one in history."
This answer invigorated all the elders of the Ban family present.
What is most special?
Mechanical arts and unorthodox methods reign supreme—aren't they the most unique of all?!
In other words, my clan's Banji is destined to be king and is very likely to be the future king who will unify the world.
My Ban family may very well break through the developmental constraints of hundreds of years and leap into becoming one of the most powerful royal relatives in the world.
The old master knelt on the ground and continued to seek instruction from the hermit of Dunyi.
The hermit left behind only a pile of treasures: "Our fate has run its course. These treasures can be used with the Clan's Pivot Chain to calculate Banji's path to kingship. Just follow the calculations step by step, and you can achieve your royal destiny. At the very least, you can achieve the goal of dominating a country."
(End of this chapter)
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