Cthulhu Fantasy : I Am The Great Old One

Under the starry night sky, the Six Legged Beast covered in carapace kowtowed three times towards the giant Guan Gong statue in the middle of the valley, then climbed up the valley wall, stood at the highest point of the Blue Lightning Mountain, and silently looked at the bright moon hanging high in the sky.    

It stared at the prawn eyes.    

...    

After a long time.    

This won't do...    

Du Kang gloomily took out a large cigarette from the gap in his carapace and put it in his mouth. He then lit the cigarette with a ball of flame.    

He could not feel what the essence of the sun and moon was.    

Du Kang's cultivation life was not that smooth. Or rather, he did not even have a beginning. Although those female ghosts came to read him those cultivation techniques every day, Du Kang said that even if he did as those books said, he wouldn't be able to feel the so-called spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth.    

However, just as Du Kang tried to practice Qi for the eighth time and ended up choking on his fart, the female ghost of Seagull Sect, master elder martial sister, couldn't help but make a sound.    

"My king... why do you have to practice the techniques of the human race? You are clearly a demon... Could it be..."    

Ignoring the scene of the 1.8 million words that the old ghost had imagined, Du Kang felt that he had been inspired by the first sentence.    

What she said seemed to make sense... Why must she practice the cultivation technique of the human race? Taking ten thousand steps back, the prawn man had transformed into a six-legged pillar. It was impossible for him to even meditate, so how could he cultivate?    

Thus, under the reminder of the female ghost, Du Kang began to run to the mountaintop every night to absorb the essence of the sun and moon, attempting to become a demon.    

But...    

Du Kang spat out a mouthful of smoke.    

There was nothing.    

He couldn't feel anything. Even if he had already passed his second brother every time he came, he hoped to feel the so-called essence of the sun and moon. However, he still couldn't feel it. It was as if the essence of the sun and moon, something that everyone could feel, did not exist for him - even those female ghosts could absorb the moonlight to stabilize their bodies, who knew how they did it.    

Moonlight... Du Kang did not know how to absorb the sunlight reflected by the moon. He only knew how to carry a war structure for the shrimp incarnation and then blow up or burn the moon into glass. His shrimp incarnation was a truly advanced product. Some large structures could still be installed.    

However, it was not that easy to cultivate. Just think about those humans who had not built their foundation for decades and you will know. Du Kang wasn't too discouraged. He silently finished smoking the cigarette, then continued to stare at the moon with a pair of prawn eyes.    

It was like some kind of large stone statue.    

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At the same time.    

In the plaza in the valley, the girls of Seagull Sect were quietly absorbing the moonlight to solidify their bodies.    

It would be very troublesome for them to continue their cultivation with such a wisp of soul floating around.    

"master elder martial sister..." The dark blue shadow couldn't help but say, "Why don't we not condense our bodies... that prawn..."    

"Hmm?" The tall shadow was stunned and then immediately reacted, "You shut up!"    

The woman who was called master elder martial sister had enough of this junior sister's jinx. If she really let junior sister say the rest of the words, then she might as well not live in the future.    

She had been in contact with that powerful shrimp demon for a period of time. It was because she understood that the shrimp demon was not a lecherous person that she dared to lead her junior sisters to condense their bodies so that they could continue cultivating and inherit the Seagull Sect. If junior sister's jinx was right...    

She did not dare to imagine that scene.    

As for the fact that she was still a rogue cultivator even after she had condensed her body... she was still able to open her eyes. She was just a rogue cultivator, at least a little stronger than a ghost cultivator. She could still continue to cultivate the Dao Art of the Seagull Sect and pass down the inheritance of the sect. As for the future of a rogue cultivator... An old rival of the Seagull Sect was also a rogue cultivator, but he had also cultivated to the Nascent Soul stage.    

Strength was the truth. After experiencing this tribulation, master elder martial sister of the Seagull Sect deeply understood this point. Looking at that shrimp demon, although it didn't even know how to transform, it didn't even know how to use the Dao. Didn't it just occupy this Blue Mountain by itself, and at the same time, destroy the entire Seagull Sect?    

Wait a minute, this shrimp demon didn't seem to have taken the initiative to attack him and his junior sisters...    

This shrimp demon didn't seem to have any intention of taking over this training ground from the start...    

This...    

It seemed to be all because of him?    

master elder martial sister's face was full of regret. She was no longer in the mood to cultivate.    

Why did it become like this? It was clearly the same for all the senior sisters and sisters in the past... Hmm?    

A familiar aura interrupted her contemplation.    

This is...    

Feeling this familiar aura, it was as if she had returned to sixty-eight years ago, to the Seagull Sect, to the Qi Condensation cultivator from back then. The Master's ancestor hadn't died yet. Instead, he sat on the high platform, explaining the cultivation path to the disciples of the Seagull Sect...    

Until this aura appeared.    

There was also the pigeon sound that came from there.    

"Coo, coo, coo."    

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"The essence of the sun and moon... the essence of the sun and moon... Hmm?"    

Du Kang, who had completely given up on thinking, suddenly felt a strange feeling coming from the top of his head. It was as if something warm had fallen from the sky and landed on his head.    

Could this be...    

Du Kang was very excited.    

Did he finally feel the essence of the sun and moon? In other words, he could finally start cultivating? In the future, I can fly even without the Gravity Well? I'm afraid I can also ride a sword... and fly on a tank? In the future, when octopus head and Nyarlathotep met him, they would have to respectfully address him as the Carapace Spiritual Master. Wait a moment.    

Why... is there a stench?    

Du Kang couldn't help but raise his left claw and rub it on his prawn head.    

En...    

Looking at the thing on his left claw, Du Kang couldn't help but take a deep breath.    

"Who released the bird just now? Come out yourself, I'll count to ten."    

As he spoke, Du Kang began counting.    

"One, two, nine..."    

"Senior, wait! Senior, wait!" A figure in a black Daoist robe sensed the threat of death and suddenly dashed out from the darkness. "Senior, don't attack. It's a misunderstanding. A misunderstanding."    

"Hmm? A misunderstanding?"    

Du Kang wasn't an unreasonable person. He was prepared to give this black-robed man a chance to explain.    

"Senior, it's really a misunderstanding." The figure in black Daoist robe cupped his hands and said, "I, the Right Envoy of Black Pigeon League, Lee Tuoyi. I have come because I have a conflict with the Seagull Sect, and I want this sin..."    

"Who cares about that?"    

Du Kang waved his limbs.    

"Did you put the bird just now?"    

"That's the messenger spirit bird of Black Pigeon League." Lee Tuoyi cupped his hands, "May I know what senior has... Er..."    

Borrowing the moonlight, Lee Tuoyi finally saw the shape of the huge six-legged ferocious beast clearly.    

Such a ferocious creature... How did the declining Seagull Sect invite such a demon king... Wait a minute.    

Lee Tuoyi felt a chill on his back and cold sweat trickled down his back.    

He finally knew why this demon king was so angry.    

Under the moonlight, a pile of bird poop was stuck on the Demon King's huge prawn head.