A Cunning Pervert in the Cultivation World Chapter 548: ███████Divine Descent
Previously on A Cunning Pervert in the Cultivation World...
At the border fortress.
General Zhang Kuo and Madam Zhang stood side by side upon the high walls of the inner city, their gazes fixed on the distant horizon.
Madam Zhang’s elegant brows furrowed slightly.
"...Husband. Do you see that?"
General Zhang Kuo’s sharp eyes narrowed.
Far beyond the outer city, something was rising from the earth.
A reddish, semi-transparent wall of light slowly emerged from the ground, stretching left and right without end.
It climbed higher and higher, forming a vast barrier that cut across the land like a dividing line between two worlds.
The wall continued to expand, its edges vanishing into the distant darkness, as if it meant to encircle the entire Fen Dynasty.
General Zhang Kuo’s expression turned grave.
He murmured in a low, heavy voice, confusion clear in his tone.
"...What in the world is that?"
Then a sudden wave of fear washed over him.
"...!!"
His face drained of color.
He clutched his chest tightly.
His body trembled, and his breathing grew heavy..
"Husband?!"
Madam Zhang’s expression changed at once.
She stepped closer and supported him with both hands, her voice filled with worry.
"What’s wrong? Are you all right?!"
General Zhang Kuo could only gasp for breath, eyes wide with an instinctive dread he could not explain.
The strange reddish wall in the distance continued to rise.
The longer he stared at it, the more his heart clenched with an overwhelming sense of wrongness.
With great effort, he turned his head toward the distant capital.
"...Just what... is going on in the capital...?"
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In the capital city.
The flames continued to rage.
Collapsed buildings burned with stubborn intensity, and thick black smoke still rose toward the night sky.
Yet despite the destruction, a strange and unnatural silence had settled over the city.
The earlier screams, the clashes of battle, the chaotic shouting... all of it had gradually faded, as if something invisible had begun to smother the noise of the world itself.
Inside the imperial palace, Grand Tutor Wei slowly raised his head.
His aged eyes narrowed as he gazed toward the distant sky beyond the palace walls.
A faint frown formed between his brows.
"...What is this strange feeling?" he murmured under his breath.
Beside him, Concubine Wei’s expression also shifted.
She turned toward the old man with a trace of confusion and unease in her eyes.
"...Grandfather, what is this feeling?"
Grand Tutor Wei’s eyes widened.
"You felt it too?"
His expression grew even graver as he realized it was not only them.
Every servant and surviving guard within the hall had fallen silent.
They stood motionless where they were, gazes fixed in the same distant direction, as if something beyond the palace walls had drawn their attention against their will.
Right now, the world itself seemed to have gone quiet.
Suddenly—
One of the servants standing near the side of the hall burst into flames.
There was no warning and strangely... no cry of pain.
In an instant, crimson fire erupted from his body and consumed him completely.
Then another.
And another.
One after another, the silent figures standing throughout the hall ignited without resistance, their bodies turning into pillars of silent fire... and that fire began to flow somewhere.
Grand Tutor Wei’s eyes widened as he stared at the scene unfolding before him.
One after another, the remaining survivors throughout the hall began bursting into flames.
A cold thought flashed through his mind.
’So those first servants who claimed people were bursting into flames... weren’t lying?’
Just as he was about to issue an urgent order to the remaining guards—
He froze.
All of them had already silently ignited as well.
One by one, the armored figures standing around the hall erupted into crimson fire, their bodies engulfed without a single scream.
In the span of a few breaths, the entire surroundings had become a storm of silent flames.
Grand Tutor Wei’s eyes widened in pure shock.
Then a soft voice came from behind him.
"...Grandfather..."
He spun around at once.
His granddaughter, Concubine Wei, stood there with a pale face.
Soft crimson flames were slowly rising from her body, spreading across her robes and skin without resistance.
"Wei’er!"
He shouted and reached out toward her—
Only to freeze mid-motion.
His own arm... was already burning.
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Deep within the underground palace.
"Waa...! Waa...!"
A baby’s anguished cries echoed through the heavily fortified chamber, protected by layers upon layers of powerful formations.
The Ninth Prince’s small face was twisted with distress as tears streamed down his cheeks.
His tiny hands kept reaching forward, instinctively grasping toward the figure before him.
Even without understanding the world, he somehow knew... something terrible was happening.
Censor Zhao, already engulfed in silent crimson flames, stared at his own burning hands in confusion for a brief moment.
For some reason there was no pain... only a strange sense of soothing yet he knew the end was near.
Then the infant’s cries reached his ears.
He slowly turned his head toward the Ninth Prince.
Despite the fire consuming his body, a wry, gentle smile appeared on his face.
"...Please don’t cry," he said softly, his voice already growing faint.
"And grow up well... into a fine young man."
The Ninth Prince’s teary eyes reflected the smiling figure before him.
Censor Zhao’s form was slowly and completely engulfed by the flames, his gentle expression remaining until the very end...
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Meanwhile, in the burning capital.
Li Feng stood frozen in place, staring upward in complete, dumbfounded silence.
High above the ruined city, floating in the smoke-filled sky like a second moon, was an enormous crimson cocoon.
It was similar to the one Yue Lan had formed when she underwent Nirvana... yet this one was far different.
It was vastly larger.
And it pulsed with a slow, ominous rhythm that made the surrounding air feel oppressive and wrong.
"...What the hell..."
Li Feng’s voice came out low and stunned.
Right after Apostle Zi had told him to run and escape, her body had suddenly been enveloped by that strange cocoon.
Now it hung silently in the sky, radiating an unsettling presence that made even the raging flames below seem insignificant.
Then, strange flickering lights began to appear throughout the capital.
Faint, glowing strands of fire rose from every direction... drifting from the streets, the collapsed buildings, the burning alleys, and even from the palace before slowly flowing upward into the enormous crimson cocoon floating in the sky.
Li Feng’s eyes narrowed sharply.
He still did not understand what this thing was doing... but one thing was certain.
He could not allow it to succeed.
Just as he was about to rush forward and smash the cocoon to pieces—
Li Feng suddenly paused.
Because the surrounding area... was silent.
No...
The entire capital was dead silent.
Aside from the crackling of flames, there was nothing.
With his heightened senses, Li Feng swept his perception across the ruined city—
And his expression changed in shock.
There was no more life.
A deep sense of trepidation rose within him, but he forced it down at once.
There was no time to hesitate.
He summoned Shadow from the Divine Brick and turned toward the tall shadowy figure that had just landed silently beside him.
"Shadow! Cut that thing apart!"
Without waiting for a reply, Li Feng shot straight toward the crimson cocoon like a streak of starlight.
And Shadow obeyed without question.
Sensing the seriousness in its master’s voice, it immediately prepared its strongest [Sever].
The air around its form warped slightly as it followed right behind Li Feng.
In the next moment—
Both figures appeared right in front of the enormous crimson cocoon.
But...
It was already too late.
Li Feng was just about to smash into the cocoon—
Something suddenly shot out from within the crimson shell.
In a blur of motion, it struck Li Feng’s body with overwhelming force.
His figure was sent flying like a cannonball, crashing violently through the air before slamming deep into the burning city below.
Seeing this, Shadow did not hesitate.
It immediately completed its attack.
The black blades in its hands vibrated with the full power of [Sever] as it swung toward the cocoon—
But then—
A strange crimson mist suddenly burst outward from the cocoon in all directions.
Shadow’s attack sliced through empty air, missing completely as the mist distorted the space around it.
Before it could react—
Something within the mist struck Shadow with terrifying force.
The tall shadowy figure was blasted downward like a broken arrow, crashing hard into the earth below.
Amid the burning ruins, Li Feng coughed up a mouthful of blood as he forced himself back to his feet.
His expression was filled with shock.
That single hit... had been powerful enough to injure him.
He quickly steadied his breathing and focused on the last thing he had seen in that blur of motion.
His brows furrowed as he murmured in confusion.
"...A tail...?"
Li Feng then looked up toward the sky.
The crimson mist had already spread like a massive cloud, completely surrounding the enormous cocoon and blotting out part of the night sky.
Then—
A huge, deafening sound of something breaking echoed across the capital.
Before Li Feng could even react—
[Warning!]
[Warning!]
[Warning!]
[Ding!]
[Host! Be careful! An extremely dangerous hostile entity has been detected!]
[Emergency Protocol Scan activated!]
[Warning!]
[Ding!]
[Name: The False Crown ███████]
Li Feng’s eyes widened.
But before he could properly check the system details below—
Something slowly emerged from the thick crimson mist.
First came a massive, dark crown-like structure, its edges lined with glowing red energy that pulsed like living veins.
At its center, three large crimson orbs burned with malevolent light, casting an oppressive glow across the smoke-filled sky.
Below it, a small feather-flame-shaped symbol hovered in the air in front of its forehead.
Then, from within the swirling crimson clouds, a colossal head began to rise.
A bestial, wolf-like maw slowly pushed through the mist, revealing rows of long, razor-sharp white fangs that gleamed hungrily in the dim light.
The creature’s face was partially obscured by the thick red fog, yet the sheer size and presence of that gaping mouth alone radiated a terrifying, primal pressure.
The entire capital seemed to hold its breath as the monstrous head about to revealed itself from the depths of the crimson mist.
[...Grrr.]
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[Here an illustration of the The False Crown emerging:]
