After the blood pills were tempered by the original spiritual fire, Ethan's physical body and Dharma Body had reached a flawless level.

The essence coursing within and the tremendous force enveloping him were now perfectly synchronized. The arduous hardships and ceaseless trials had granted him a form beyond mere mortal flesh—a vessel worthy of the gods' favor.

The next step was crystal clear: all he needed now was the arrival of the right opportunity. When that moment came, the gateway to the Nirvana realm would open before him.

Over this period of solitude and cultivation, Ethan also mastered the mysterious Four Elephants Prison Formation, grasped the deepest secrets of the Blue Void Ancestor's inheritance, and achieved profound mastery over the Supreme Profound Sky Sword Technique.

His Scythe intent, spear intent, and sword intent had all long since transcended conventional limits and reached the elusive state of "transforming the world."

Now, when faced with Nirvana realm and Mahayana realm experts below the third turn, Ethan was nothing but confident—his power and experience more than sufficient to defeat them.

Leaving behind the tranquil shores of Echo Lake, Ethan made a swift journey to the Demon Sealing Cave, a place shrouded in legend and danger.

"Boy, where have you been training all this time?" Elder Azel's voice echoed as he stepped forward, his sharp eyes scrutinizing Ethan closely.

"Just finding a quiet place to retreat," Ethan replied with a gentle smile.

Azel scanned him once more, sensing something different, yet unable to pinpoint what.

"You're different now…" Azel murmured.

"I can't see through you anymore. Soon, I might not even be your match." He sighed softly, filled with a mix of awe and concern.

"Why are you here at the Demon Sealing Cave?" Azel asked curiously.

"To the eighteenth floor," Ethan answered promptly.

"The eighteenth floor? Mr. Burn hasn't left his seclusion yet," Azel countered.

Ethan's expression hardened. "I know. I'm not here for Burn. I came for that old dog you remember." His eyes glinted sharply.

"You want to confront the demon ancestor?" Azel's expression shifted, wariness dancing across his features.

"That demon was once a Mahayana powerhouse at the peak of the eighth turn. Even if weakened now, he must still be above the fifth turn. Are you sure you wan to go." Ethan's voice was calm but resolute.

Before Azel could respond, with a streak of wind, Ethan vanished before him.

"Elder Azel, no need to worry. I can handle it." His voice carried from within the cave.

Azel's eyes widened in shock.

Ethan had entered the Demon Sealing Cave right under his nose—at a speed beyond comprehension.

He was a cultivator at the peak of the Tribulation Transcendence realm, yet Ethan's strength now far exceeded all expectations.

"A peerless monster." Azel sighed within his heart, his voice laden with reverence.

Azel followed Ethan's path swiftly to the eighteenth floor. The air remained as silent and still as ever.

"Since you first visited this place, the demonic fires have all but vanished," Azel remarked solemnly.

"Even the demonic energy has thinned, and the old demon seems to have settled. For so many years, no doing anything, only staying calm."

These years had been the quietest Azel had witnessed in his long tenure defending the cave.

"The imprisoned demons have grown strangely docile," he whispered. "But perhaps this is only the calm before the storm—something brews beneath the silence."

Ethan shrugged. "No need to speculate. Let's descend and see for ourselves."

"Descend?" Azel's face tightened with worry.

Even with all Ethan's power, Azraeth V'khorath—the severed remnant demon ancestor seated deep within—was a Mahayana realm cultivator, peak eighth turn at his prime.

One year of cultivation and mastery of inheritance might not be enough to face him.

"If you're sure…" Azel cautioned, but his respect for Ethan forbade opposition.

Ethan nodded, serene and unyielding.

Azel performed the ancient seals, murmuring incantations.

With a rumbling tremor, the ground beneath them opened—waves of hot demonic energy and flame bursting forth from the fissure.

"Go down now," Azel instructed.

"If danger arises, Shout for us or retreat. We will protect you even if it costs our lives."

"Don't worry. Nothing will happen to me." Ethan's voice was calm, almost detached.

Seeing such poise, Azel allowed some confidence to settle. This was a young man who would never place himself in needless danger.

"Okay, go down and pay attention to safety." Azel whispered.

Ethan took a deep breath and leapt into the opening.

The seals sealed tight behind him.

Deep below, Ethan passed a long corridor, landing softly upon the stone floor.

Ahead, fire flickered faintly.

Demonic energy thick and pungent rushed toward him.

This was the prison of the Demon Ancestor Azraeth V'khorath.

Black energy and roaring flame spewed forth like furious storms, yet layers of ancient formation barriers contained the chaos, suppressing immense power.

Compared to Ethan's current strength, the once-mighty fury was diluted—but still formidable.

Waving his hand slightly, Ethan dispersed the demonic energies in an invisible airflow.

A circular field surged, woven of his essence and blood, fully isolating the place from corruption.

Suddenly, a heady voice rang out.

"Who dares trespass in my domain? Is your soul so eager for death?"

From the shadows, Azraeth V'khorath sat cross-legged, eyes closed in meditation.

He did not open them, disdain dripping from his tone.

For in the entire Azure Origin Dao Sect, only one could make him open his eyes.

Only Burn.

Everyone else was mere ants.

Ethan smiled, amused. "You cling to that bitterness, old demon. Even as your grave digs around you, you treat this place like home."

Azraeth V'khorath finally opened his eyes, sharp and cruel.

Recognition flickered, then shock.

"Ethan… you are still live?"

His voice trembled with disbelief.

Years ago, he had sacrificed this life essence to send word back to his sect—believing Ethan dead beyond doubt.

And yet here he was—alive, bold enough to descend and visit personally.

Arrogantly confident to a fault.

"Why would I die?" Ethan said with a hint of mockery.

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