Record of a Demon's Cultivation Chapter 1209: Advancing to Late-Stage Void Refinement

Translator: CinderTL

Song Wen inquired, "Since the Six Fiends Hall has Body Integration Stage cultivators stationed there, why did you choose to live in seclusion?"

Ji Lin responded, "Who doesn’t have secrets they wish to keep hidden? But guarding this secret cost me my life."

Song Wen remarked, "I’m curious now. What exactly was this secret?"

Ji Lin revealed, "A secret art for rapidly replenishing blood essence. It’s stored in my storage ring."

Song Wen lost interest right away. That kind of technique could be priceless to others, yet it held zero value for him.

"Within the Six Fiends Hall, are there other Void Refinement Stage cultivators who also live in seclusion like you?" Song Wen asked.

Ji Lin answered, "I don’t know. Secrets concerning one’s safety aren’t easily shared."

"The Divine Blood Gate and the three great sects of the Southern Nether Continent are sworn enemies. Yet your Six Fiends Hall, with only two Body Integration Stage cultivators, dares to slaughter mortals so brazenly. Aren’t you afraid of exposing your location and provoking the three great sects to launch a purge?" Song Wen pressed.

"The three great sects?" Ji Lin sneered. "They’re not as righteous as you think. They’ve long reached an understanding with the Divine Blood Gate: the Six Fiends Hall won’t venture into the Southern Nether Continent’s heartland, and the sects won’t bother us near the Primordial Qi Death Zone. We keep to our own territories."

Upon hearing this revelation, Song Wen fell silent briefly before igniting the Black Hole in his Sea of Consciousness, which devoured Ji Lin’s divine soul.

Holding onto Fu Liang’s divine soul could invite relentless pursuit from the Six Fiends Hall. Eliminating it without delay was the safest course.

This pressing need also clarified why Song Wen had hurried to interrogate Fu Liang earlier.

Not until he had journeyed 50,000 kilometers deep into the Primordial Qi Death Zone did Song Wen come to a halt. Spotting a mountain cave, he took temporary refuge there.

After deploying concealment and defense formations, and stationing Shadow Void and Nether Fox to patrol the surroundings, Song Wen fetched Fu Liang’s corpse and commenced absorbing its spiritual power.

Pure and mighty spiritual power rushed into Song Wen’s meridians, blending with his own spiritual power. The combined energies flowed through his limbs and bones, ultimately pooling in his dantian.

His inner nascent soul radiated brilliant spiritual light, sucking in the spiritual power like a whale gulping seawater, growing stronger at a furious pace.

Yet, an unseen barrier soon materialized, blocking Song Wen’s further progress.

Song Wen poured every ounce of effort into circulating the Corpse King’s Rebirth Art, aiming to smash through the bottleneck in a single push and step into late-stage Void Refinement.

The bottleneck, however, was far sturdier than anticipated, standing firm against the overwhelming flood of spiritual power.

With the bottleneck unyielding, Song Wen didn’t hesitate. A quick flick of his wrist summoned a jade bottle.

He crushed the bottle with gentle force, unveiling a thumb-sized pill—the Interpretive Cloud Pill.

Song Wen parted his lips and swallowed the pill whole.

The instant it entered his body, the pill melted into a blazing, torrent-like medicinal power that scorched through his meridians like liquid fire.

Agony ripped through Song Wen’s frame, as though he were being roasted alive.

Teeth clenched tight, he kept channeling his cultivation technique.

Merging into an irresistible surge, the spiritual power and medicinal strength gathered in his dantian, hammering the bottleneck like a violent gale.

Bombarded without mercy, the bottleneck weakened steadily before exploding with a booming crash.

Abruptly, Song Wen felt his body grow feather-light, freed from invisible bonds. Spiritual power exploded through his meridians like a dam breaking. His nascent soul ravenously absorbed the incoming power, fortifying its essence.

Moments later, Song Wen opened his eyes slowly, a piercing gleam bursting forth.

While the breakthrough had unfolded a touch unpredictably, he had triumphed, elevating his cultivation base.

Anxious that the breakthrough’s aura might lure intruders, he swiftly dismantled the formation and fled the cave.

Pressing westward for hundreds of thousands of miles, he finally found another cave to hole up in.

For eight years straight, Song Wen lingered on the fringes of the Primordial Qi Death Zone, refining his explosively grown spiritual power.

In that period, the Nether Fox flourished effortlessly, perfectly at ease.

Being a high-ranking void clan member, the shadow void detected low-tier void beasts across a fifty-thousand-mile radius. This supplied the Nether Fox with an endless stream of miraculous elixirs, propelling its power forward in huge strides to smoothly attain fifth-tier mid-grade.

After his cultivation stabilized completely, Song Wen left the Primordial Qi Death Zone.

He checked a map briefly before heading northwest.

Song Wen appeared ragged and grimy, tiny sand particles stuck to his disheveled hair. His ragged robes bore layers of dust and sweat stains.

His cheeks showed dark redness, lips split with fine cracks leaking thin blood trails.

A fierce sun blazed high above, roasting the land until heat waves distorted the air.

Song Wen labored with heavy legs over the baked, fractured yellow ground, his footsteps slow and wobbly.

Upon topping another rise, a city appeared in the distance.

The city stood in total disrepair.

Its walls featured numerous gaps and had tumbled down in various sections.

Scattered inside were crude mud dwellings with thin thatch roofs exposing the underlying beams. It seemed a single gale could demolish the lot.

Song Wen took a slim path down the slope to a shaded hollow at the bottom.

Four skinny men guarded near the pit, their tattered outfits scarcely hiding the sharp steel sabers they held.

Murky water formed a shallow pool in the pit's depths.

Obviously, they treated the pit as exclusive territory, stopping others from fetching water.

Song Wen stared at the pit's damp stone sides, licked his dry lips, then walked into the city.

Luyang City lay just tens of thousands of miles from the Primordial Qi Death Zone. Without Spiritual Qi and plagued by extreme desertification, the area was barely livable for humans.

Song Wen came here to scout the Six Fiends Hall.

Still, he avoided nearing the Six Fiends Hall straightaway, afraid of rousing the Body Integration Stage cultivators inside. Nor did he dare scan with divine sense or shadow void.

Posing as a Mortal instead, he entered the city, hoping to meet Six Fiends Hall cultivators out for amusement or passing cultivators.

Song Wen sought a pleasure house at first, but after combing through most of the city, no tavern appeared—only a simple shop for rest and food.

Stepping into the shop, Song Wen saw patrons already there. Yet each had just a bowl of clear water and two rough flatbreads, lacking any meat or drink.

He couldn't help shaking his head. Conditions in this city were exceedingly dire.

Six Fiends Hall cultivators were improbable to seek fun here.

Women here had rough complexions, listless gazes, and emotionless stupor, akin to shambling undead. Even the lecherous corpse cultivator would find no appeal.

He suspected Six Fiends Hall wouldn't trouble refining corpses or harvesting blood essence from locals.

Song Wen stayed put, occupying a derelict, rundown house as shelter.

Waiting patiently, he figured Six Fiends Hall cultivators would show up eventually.

Over a month passed in his stay.

However, no Six Fiends Hall corpse cultivator showed. Six Orthodox Path cultivators at Body Integration Stage appeared instead.

(End of the Chapter)

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