Meng Yan completed every step of the summoning ritual meticulously.
With his powerful Spiritual Power, there was no room for error in this process; it was practically flawless.
So, it was obvious.
There was only one possibility.
The spirit demon corresponding to that summoning ritual had already died for some unknown reason.
Actually, this was quite normal; these ritual manuscripts were God knows how many years old.
Over such a long period, anything could happen.
The Demon Realm was not a peaceful place, and the accidental death of a first-order ordinary spirit demon was highly probable.
Meng Yan sighed helplessly, his luck was a bit bad.
After some time, he, still unwilling to give up, rearranged the summoning ritual once more.
The result was the same as before: the summoning runes had just lit up before extinguishing.
It seemed that the spirit demon was truly dead.
That parchment manuscript was completely useless.
Meng Yan had no choice but to place his hopes on the last summoning manuscript.
He called John, who had just left, and asked him to bring people to clean the room again.
After they left.
Meng Yan picked up the last parchment manuscript, which recorded the summoning ritual.
Although the surface of this parchment manuscript was slightly yellowed, it was still relatively new compared to the other parchment manuscripts.
After glancing at the ritual content on the parchment manuscript.
Meng Yan walked to the wooden cabinet in the center.
This was the last wooden cabinet.
He opened the cabinet door and took out the strange and bizarre items one by one.
He meticulously placed the various items in their corresponding positions according to the requirements on the parchment manuscript.
Then, in the middle of the floor, he drew a brand new summoning rune.
Meng Yan murmured:
"Ancient existence.
Unpredictable changes are your power, and your elusive whereabouts symbolize your mystery.
Humble mortals yearn for your appearance, bringing the most precious guidance.
Great Phantom Demon, Chris Adrian Rodri.
Descend, descend, descend!"
As his voice fell, the summoning rune on the ground suddenly emitted a dazzling blue light.
All the surrounding ritual materials began to tremble violently.
Then, those ritual materials were pulled by an invisible force, floating in all directions, centered around the summoning rune.
With a bang, all the ritual materials turned into powder, converging into the blue light emitted by the summoning rune.
As if replenished by the ritual materials, the blue light on the summoning rune surged again, almost instantly illuminating the dim quiet room.
"This level of commotion..."
Meng Yan was first startled, then a look of joy appeared on his face.
The summoned entity this time was very likely a spirit demon of the first-order or higher.
Before the blue light dissipated, Meng Yan quickly walked closer.
He bent down, getting as close as possible to the summoning rune, and extended his hands above it.
He completely enveloped the summoning rune.
Ensuring that as soon as the spirit demon appeared, he could touch it.
With the Godhead, even high-level demons of the fifth-order or above, as long as he touched them, could be instantly absorbed into the Godhead, becoming nourishment for his path to godhood.
At this moment, the blue light gradually receded, and the spirit demon was about to emerge... On a desolate plain in the Demon Realm.
Chris was devouring a large leg of an unknown giant beast, chewing rapidly.
Although his mouth was busy, his eyes were fixed on the summoning channel that was about to form in front of him.
This was a summoning channel leading to Qingyuan Star.
Chris was two meters tall and looked similar to a human, except for two huge horns on his head. The horns were gray-black, curved backward, and exuded an inexplicable wildness.
Although he was a spirit demon, his body was solid, and on the surface, he looked no different from an ordinary physical demon.
Spirit demons generally only achieve a solid form comparable to physical demons when they reach the third-order mid-level demon tier.
As a second-order low-level demon, Chris's ability to solidify his spirit to such an extent was thanks to his special talent as a Phantom Demon.
Phantom Demons are a relatively rare type of spirit demon, skilled in transformation, often disguising themselves as seemingly knowledgeable elders to amuse themselves by deceiving ordinary people.
Chris had recently been promoted from a first-order ordinary demon to a second-order low-level demon in recent years, and he was currently brimming with ambition.
He chuckled.
A little grease dripped from the corner of his mouth onto the ground.
The Human Demon Magician on the other side of the summoning channel probably still thought he was summoning an ordinary demon.
Poor humans, they would never have imagined that he had already advanced to a second-order low-level demon.
Seeing the blue summoning channel almost fully formed, he quickly dropped the giant beast's leg he was holding.
His figure flickered, transforming into a white-haired old man.
The old man wore a classical scholar's robe, with a benevolent expression, and his eyes seemed to contain endless wisdom.
This was Chris's favorite human appearance. In the past, when he went around deceiving people in the human world, he always used this old man's appearance, and it never failed.
If the person on the other side of the summoning channel was not a Human Demon Magician, but some lucky ordinary human.
He believed that this current disguise would definitely be highly convincing.
Suddenly, at this moment, Chris's brows furrowed.
The summoning channel in front of him seemed a bit weak.
After all, the materials used for the summoning ritual were prepared according to the standards for an ordinary demon.
He was now a second-order low-level demon, and using this channel would be a bit too narrow.
If the channel couldn't withstand his power and collapsed during the crossing, that would be troublesome.
Thinking of this, he immediately released a large surge of demonic power to firmly reinforce the channel.
A satisfied smile appeared on Chris's aged face.
This would do.
Although he lost some demonic power, as long as his goal was achieved, and then he found a way to devour the summoner's soul, the gains would still be quite worthwhile.
His eyes showed anticipation, hoping that this time's harvest wouldn't disappoint him too much.
Thinking this, Chris plunged into the summoning channel.
After a period of dim travel, Chris quickly found the opening of the summoning channel on the other side and eagerly drilled out.
Chris had just emerged halfway from the summoning channel, and before he could observe his surroundings.
A pair of hands, seemingly human, touched his body.
A powerful suction force emanated from those hands.
Then, Chris's consciousness plunged into an endless darkness.
"A second-order low-level demon?"
Meng Yan withdrew his hands, a little surprised.
A low-level demon, on the same level as a Blood Clan Viscount.
This was the first time he had absorbed the soul of a transcendent creature of this level.
He closed his eyes, carefully comprehending.
Chris's soul consciousness had dissipated, and all the energy of his soul had merged into the Godhead.
Within the Godhead, Meng Yan's part had grown another level.
In addition to an expected increase in his control.
His Spiritual Power sensing range had expanded to four hundred meters, exactly doubling.
Chris's more than six hundred years of memories were also completely received by Meng Yan.
All the memory images were buried deep in his mind, and Meng Yan could access them at any time.