Chapter 472: Dad, How Are You This Grown and Still Peed Your Pants?!

Shen Mo’s “Demon Suppression Commander” fate trait had only appeared after he took on the position officially.

Becoming a commander meant he was now part of the core strength of a fortress, second only to the Demon Suppression Generals.

Naturally, it came with the blessing of the fortress’s fortune.

However, the trait itself was rather ordinary—just a purple-grade fate trait.

Its effect was limited to slightly increasing luck and intimidating common Demon Suppression Guards.

Shen Mo’s eyes passed over the fate traits and settled on his destiny.

After reading it for a while, his expression turned thoughtful.

“It looks like a large-scale war is coming next.”

“Bigger than the joint assault by An Feng and An Chen on Xuanwu Fortress.”

“Even Great Heavenly Demons and Demon Suppression Generals will fall.”

Shen Mo clicked his tongue in awe.

A war of such scale and intensity likely wouldn’t be the work of just the demon race.

The Three Clans must also have a counteroffensive prepared.

The demons intended to use these outpost geniuses to lure the generals into the fourth layer.

But the Three Clans might just turn the trap around to kill the Great Heavenly Demons.

“When the battle starts and both sides send in pieces to exchange, I’ll be able to keep myself safe.”

“But in the end, when An Mie gets enraged, he personally wipes out the Xuanwu Four-One Outpost.”

“Zhang Longxiang sacrifices himself to save me.”

“I suspect the other Demon Suppression Generals were present too, but either through negligence or by choice, none helped.”

Shen Mo’s expression turned grim.

“If I had the strength of a Great Heavenly Demon, Zhang Longxiang wouldn’t have needed to die for me.”

“And my destiny could have been changed entirely.”

With that thought, his goal became perfectly clear.

Condense the Dharma Form. Step into the Dharma Form Realm.

As long as he reached that stage, with his talent and the techniques he had mastered, even if he couldn’t defeat a Great Heavenly Demon, he could at least survive their assault.

Shen Mo took out the stone stele.

Sui Xing floated out, circling around him.

Shen Mo said softly, “I’m going to begin visualization. Guard me in the meantime.”

A line of glowing text appeared beside Sui Xing: [Don’t worry, Dad! I’ll make sure everything goes perfectly for you!]

Shen Mo gave a small nod.

He had already prepared a variety of healing and soul-restoring pills. Only then did he focus entirely on the stone stele.

Just like at the riverbed, his consciousness slowly sank into the stele, as if he were entering the very scene where the Primal Elephant shook the heavens and crushed the abyss.

Originally, he had intended to wait until he stepped into the Peak Venerable Realm before visualizing the Primal Elephant Demon Suppression Diagram.

That would have been the safe path.

But now that he had seen the future laid out before him, he couldn’t afford to delay.

Even though he was still at the Golden-Crowned Venerable Realm, visualization was not impossible.

The only issue was that he might get hurt. Seriously hurt.

So he had already prepared all the necessary healing and restoration pills.

Some of them were Heaven-Tier pills he had exchanged from the Heavenly Dao Treasury.

Originally, they were meant to be life-saving cards during a life-or-death battle.

But clearly, the time to use them had arrived.

“Let’s begin.”

Shen Mo’s consciousness dove deeply into the image.

Compared to the Primal Elephant, he felt indescribably tiny.

Like an ant that could be crushed at any time.

All around him, the ground was filled with cracks left behind by the elephant’s mighty steps.

From within those cracks, the arms of demons and fiend gods reached out.

They clawed desperately, trying to grab hold of Shen Mo, trying to climb out from their prison.

Up above, the sky was obscured by layers of clouds. Through the veil, faint outlines of towers and pavilions could be seen.

It felt as though countless eyes were peering down from there, watching this domain from above.

Those gazes were terrifying beyond words. Just a casual sweep of them made Shen Mo feel like his entire body was shattering.

Agonizing pain surged through him.

Pfft!

His physical body responded immediately—he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Sui Xing was startled and began to spin faster.

After a moment of hesitation, it quickly pulled out several healing pills and guided them into Shen Mo’s mouth.

Thus, Shen Mo’s complexion finally looked a bit better.

However, the moment some color returned to his face, he immediately showed an expression of unbearable pain.

His brows, nose, and mouth all scrunched together from the agony.

It was as if his soul were being subjected to boundless torment.

Sui Xing hurried to guide another batch of matching pills into Shen Mo’s mouth to relieve the pain.

This cycle repeated again and again.

The pain clung to him like maggots on bone, endless and persistent.

Within Shen Mo’s Divine Palace, the golden-glowing blood crown was undergoing a transformation.

It was slowly shifting from gold to a pure sky-blue color.

This was the sign of stepping into the Peak Venerable Realm.

On top of that, strands of blood energy began to surge upward, gradually outlining the shape of an enormous beast.

Even though it was only a silhouette, just a few lines,

It already radiated a pressure that could shake the heavens and crush mountains.

Time passed, day by day.

After half a year, Shen Mo finally made a smooth breakthrough and stepped into the Peak Venerable Realm.

At the moment of advancement, a torrent of blood energy erupted, filling the entire room.

The air was thick with a sweet, iron-rich scent.

Had Shen Mo not arranged protective formations beforehand, the release of blood energy during his breakthrough would have engulfed the entire Xuanwu Four-One Outpost.

That kind of disturbance would’ve drawn too much attention.

Even the demon race would have noticed.

They would reassess the overall strength of the outpost.

That would not bode well for future fate.

Shen Mo wasn’t the type to do something that brought risk without reward.

Another year passed.

Above the sky-colored blood crown, the figure of a colossal beast had fully manifested.

Countless blood energy lines had sketched the outline of the Primal Elephant with astonishing clarity.

As if it were leaping off the canvas.

However, the elephant’s eyes had not yet appeared.

Just like the final dot to bring a dragon painting to life—

The eyes of a Dharma Form were the vessel of the soul.

Only after the eyes appeared would it count as a complete Dharma Form.

“Condense!”

Shen Mo growled low.

Countless threads of blood energy converged toward the eyes of the Dharma Form.

He could clearly feel a force resisting him.

Even though the Primal Elephant no longer existed in this world,

The lingering will it had left behind still rejected being visualized by others.

This was why many Demon Suppression Guards eventually chose weaker diagrams to visualize.

The stronger the visualization target, the stronger the rejection.

A cultivator might spend decades or even centuries visualizing it, only to fail completely.

They would miss the prime of their life for cultivation, and face their twilight years with regret.

By then, even switching to a lesser diagram would become incredibly difficult.

Yet the more the Primal Elephant resisted, the more determined Shen Mo became.

His blood energy, vast like a boundless sea, gave him inexhaustible willpower.

He would absolutely awaken the eyes of the Dharma Form.

Buzz—

At a certain moment, the first blood thread entered the eye of the Primal Elephant.

Then came the second, the third, the fourth…

The Primal Elephant’s eyes suddenly lit up.

The first Primal Elephant Dharma Form—complete.

Shen Mo let out a long breath. As he returned to himself, he found his entire front and back soaked.

Sweat dripped continuously onto the floor.

Sui Xing spun in circles around him, looking at him with worried eyes.

Shen Mo felt deeply comforted.

Raising this artifact spirit son wasn’t in vain.

Then, a line of text appeared beside Sui Xing.

[Dad, how are you this grown and still peed your pants?]

Shen Mo: “…You’re the one who pissed his damn pants!”

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