Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension Chapter 1401: 753: Dead Star Trap?

“This distinguished lord has summoned Little Demon; it must be for another trade, right? What information do you seek this time?”

Prior to Daoist Ji posing his question, this sly demon sub-body seized the chance to address him first.

Though the energy radiating from this sub-body lingered merely at the Nascent Soul Realm, it displayed zero traces of terror or unease when confronting a Returning to Void Cultivator from the Human Clan.

“Your Alien Demons seized a Void Fortress just a day prior. I need its location without delay,” Daoist Ji stated in a neutral tone.

“Ah, so that’s the topic! You’re somewhat tardy in consulting Little Demon on this, aren’t you? I possess full knowledge of the incident, though the cost demands a hefty sum!”

“How much?”

“Precisely that much!”

The sly demon uttered those words as it gaped its jaws broadly, wide sufficient to swallow a full-grown individual.

“Hmph!”

With a cold huff, Daoist Ji flung a handful of Alien Crystals straight into its maw.

Still, the sly demon held its mouth agape, its gaze brimming with avarice: “Insufficient, insufficient—add just a tad more!”

“Cease testing my patience. This marks the final piece; nothing beyond,” Daoist Ji warned through a darkened expression, forcefully casting an egg-sized Alien Crystal into its jaws.

At last, the sly demon seemed moderately content, extending a vivid scarlet tongue bearing a Crystal Pearl alongside a murky green orb at its end.

Daoist Ji extended his hand to claim the pair of objects, dispatching a thread of Divine Thought to examine the Crystal Pearl, a flicker of astonishment crossing his features.

“Is this Space-Time Beacon authentic?”

“My lord, though you might doubt my statements, surely you can rely on the honor upheld by our kind!” The sly demon reverted to its usual poise and snickered, all while running its tongue over its lips.

“Hmph, I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt this time. Depart!”

No sooner had the declaration escaped his lips than Daoist Ji morphed into a streak of ashen tunneling light and soared away toward the horizon.

Observing this, Zhao Sheng and the Hundred Birds Taoist, concealed in the vicinity, uttered no words and pierced the void together.

“Little Demon humbly sends off the esteemed lords, anticipating our forthcoming exchange!” The sly demon bellowed at full volume, its lips curling faintly before it detonated with a thunderous boom, dissolving into strands of ebony mist that blended seamlessly into the environment and disappeared entirely.

Meanwhile, Zhao Sheng and his companions hurtled ahead at breakneck velocity.

“Daoist Ji, that sly demon possesses utmost cunning; could it not mislead us?” The Hundred Birds Taoist abruptly conveyed via voice transmission amid the tunneling light.

Sly demons frequently partake in mutually advantageous transactions, and post-deal, nothing prevents the sly demon from divulging their details for additional gain.

“Such a risk does exist! Daoist Hundred Birds, has fear gripped you?” Daoist Ji replied with a subtle grin.

“I’ve endured innumerable conflicts; fear finds no place in me? Merely prudent concern,” the Hundred Birds Taoist shot back, tinged with mild irritation.

“While these sly demons brim with deceit, they hold firm to their reputation. Absent that, sustaining dealings on both fronts would prove impossible. Indeed, devoid of trust, who would barter with them?” Daoist Ji elaborated gradually.

In that instant, Zhao Sheng interjected: “How much longer before we arrive at that Space-Time Beacon?”

Daoist Ji’s expression altered subtly, and after casting Zhao Sheng a profound glance, he responded, “Roughly half a day left to travel.”

“Excellent!” Zhao Sheng affirmed with a nod and fell quiet.

The trio propelled the tunneling light onward wordlessly, as half a day elapsed in an instant.

Three streaks of tunneling light shattered the obscurity, halting sharply over a colossal Space-time Vortex, where the ambient area felt unusually “calm,” clearly signaling the Space-time Barriers grew “weaker.”

“Indeed, we’ve reached it!” Daoist Ji unleashed his Divine Thought to survey the area and promptly affirmed with a nod.

“Fortune favors us in not being delayed! Should we uncover the B2 Virtual Realm Fortress’s position ahead of the others, we’ll surely earn acclaim among our Returning to Void peers,” the Hundred Birds Taoist burst out in thrilled tones at the sight.

The superficial remark from this Void’s Half-Immortal caught Zhao Sheng off guard, prompting a subtle disdain, as he hadn’t anticipated such shallowness from the individual.

“Delay no further; let’s hasten back to the material plane and strike at the optimal moment!”

“Wait!”

Scarce had the Hundred Birds Taoist concluded when Zhao Sheng cut in.

“Daoist Yan, any concerns on your end?” The Hundred Birds Taoist turned toward him with mild astonishment.

Zhao Sheng denied with a shake of his head, stating, “None whatsoever! Simply, I fear a potential ambush. Thus, I propose you two avoid committing your True Body; deploy your Divine Split for initial reconnaissance, then proceed accordingly?”

“Quite right! My haste led to oversight. Grateful for your alert, Daoist Yan.”

Daoist Ji quietly held back his intended speech, displaying an expression of endorsement.

The Hundred Birds Taoist promptly swept his expansive sleeves, and amid a surge of crimson glow, a wholly scarlet Phoenix materialized in front of the trio.

Next, he let out a booming laugh, as a translucent humanoid form shot rapidly from his forehead and merged into the Fire Phoenix’s crown.

Conversely, Daoist Ji attached a Divine Split to a zombie form.

The overwhelming savage energy pouring from the zombie marked it as a Ten-thousand-year-old Corpse Emperor, boasting battle strength rivaling a Returning to Void Cultivator.

Zhao Sheng produced a Tiger Head Spirit Puppet and channeled a Divine Split into its Spirit Core.

“Advance!” Daoist Ji surveyed their “proxies” and declared steadily.

With those words, the Ten-thousand-year-old Corpse Emperor became shrouded in a dazzling obsidian radiance, its duo of dusky golden talons abruptly ripping apart the void ahead, vanishing within in a swift flicker.

A torrent of flames trailed right after, plunging into the spatial fissure prior to its closure.

Witnessing the occurrence, a sharp spark ignited in Zhao Sheng’s eyes, and with a mere mental nudge, the leading Tiger Head Spirit Puppet hoisted its massive blade and cleaved downward effortlessly.

Along the sword’s path, the void split into a lengthy “fissure” with remarkable precision,