Record of a Demon's Cultivation Chapter 1228: The Void Demon Egg Reappears
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A predatory gleam ignited in Li Tianhe’s eyes, his robes swirling chaotically.
An overwhelming, dreadful pressure radiated from him, engulfing the world in shadow.
Vast, dark gales erupted from his form like a surging tide, sweeping indiscriminately.
As these gales swept through, the very air screamed with sharp cracks, as if the heavens and earth were lamenting in their suffering.
The roaring gusts contorted into countless blades of darkness, savagely tearing apart the landscape.
Even formidable mountain ranges shattered like delicate paper under the onslaught of the black winds, disintegrating into a sky-obscuring dust in mere moments.
Profound, bottomless abysses spiderwebbed across the ground, fracturing the earth into innumerable pieces.
Flora, fauna, avian life, waters, peaks…
Everything encountered by the dark gales was obliterated into mere motes.
The winds arrived with haste and departed just as swiftly, leaving behind a barren, desolate expanse.
The once majestic mountains had completely vanished, replaced by a rolling desert of fractured stone.
Li Tianhe and his assembled companions surveyed the surroundings, yet not a single sign of Song Wen could be found.
"Let us depart. It appears he has already made his exit," Li Tianhe declared with a sigh, ascending into the sky first.
The others closely followed in his wake.
Once their figures had completely disappeared, an unnerving quiet settled over the devastated terrain.
The sun’s shadow slowly shifted as the fiery orb descended towards the western horizon.
Gradually, the darkness of night began to creep in.
High above, within the starless expanse of the night sky, Song Wen’s silhouette gradually became visible.
He had remained concealed amidst the clouds at high altitude all along, unexpectedly seizing the moment to escape without harm.
Without a moment’s hesitation, Song Wen vanished once more into the nocturnal heavens.
After traversing a distance exceeding a million miles at his utmost speed, he finally alighted upon a secluded mountain summit.
He carefully retrieved the severed limb and commenced the application of the Thousand Miles Breath Tracking Technique.
Contained within the storage ring adorning the severed finger were upwards of a thousand Bodhi Spirit Cores, varying in age.
In the entirety of the Southern Nether Continent, only Song Wen possessed this particular Spirit Herb, a fact that definitively established the severed arm as belonging to the brigand cultivator.
As a faint stream of green vapor ascended from the severed arm, Song Wen began to follow its meandering trajectory.
After tracking for a duration spanning close to ten million miles, he found himself positioned above a vast, seemingly endless lake.
Splash!
Song Wen plunged into the depths of the lake, ultimately reaching the lakebed, which was a complex network of caves forming an underwater maze.
Guided by the Thousand Miles Breath Tracking Technique, the marauding cultivator was reputed to be hiding deep within one of these subterranean passages. Nevertheless, Song Wen’s divine sense detected no one; it was evident the adversary had employed a formation to obscure their presence.
"Shadow Void, meticulously investigate the underwater caverns. A human cultivator is believed to be concealed within," Song Wen commanded within his Sea of Consciousness.
Naturally, Shadow Void offered no resistance to the directive and extended its divine sense to meticulously probe the multitude of caves.
After a brief interval, it communicated its findings.
"Master, a concealment formation lies approximately thirty miles to your southwest, buried a hundred miles beneath the surface."
"How many individuals are within the formation, and what is their cultivation realm?" Song Wen inquired.
"Merely a single male cultivator, currently at the early stage of Void Refinement," Shadow Void responded.
A chilling spark flickered within Song Wen’s gaze as the edges of his lips curved into a subtle, knowing smirk.
Beneath his feet, an immense sea of blood churned, spreading out for over two thousand miles in circumference.
From this crimson expanse, a colossal tentacle, ten miles in thickness and resembling a titan’s pillar reaching towards the heavens, erupted through the thick lakebed sediment, hurtling towards the unseen boundary.
At that precise moment, a voice suddenly resonated.
"Fellow Daoist, we have never crossed paths before. Pray tell, why do you assail my cultivation cave?"
Song Wen offered no reply. The blood-red pillar collided violently against the invisible barrier.
Instantly, the lakebed quaked, and profound, bottomless fissures radiated outward from the point of impact of the blood pillar.
The lake’s waters churned with great ferocity, catapulting immense waves tens of thousands of feet into the sky.
The ethereal barrier shivered intensely but held firm.
As the blood pillar retreated, a frigid aura surged forth with overwhelming power.
The already trembling barrier was abruptly rent asunder by the biting cold energy, shattering into countless fragments.
A cavern several miles in width was revealed.
Within stood a man with a single arm, his countenance twisted in sheer terror.
He was channeling all his formidable Qi into a protective shield that spun rapidly around him.
"Fellow Daoist, who might you be? I am Qingming Sanren. I do not recognize you in the slightest. Why do you launch such a fierce assault upon me?"
Song Wen maintained his silence, skillfully maneuvering the Soul Cleaving Blade to press his relentless assault.
"Master, wait!" Shadow Void’s voice suddenly echoed within his mind.
The Soul Cleaving Blade halted its trajectory mid-air.
"What is it?" Song Wen inquired.
"He possesses the aura of a void fiend," Shadow Void stated.
"A void fiend’s aura?" Song Wen’s eyes held a trace of surprise.
Shadow Void elaborated, "A low-tier void beast lies dormant within his core, yet it has not fully awakened."
To harbor a void fiend inside one’s own being!
Song Wen’s thoughts immediately turned to Jiang Yushan.
However, Jiang Yushan had been coerced into being a void fiend’s vessel without his consent, whereas this individual had likely volunteered.
"How does this connect to your plea for me to cease?" Song Wen inquired.
"The void beast remains unhatched," Shadow Void responded. "An untimely demise for the host could result in the shattering of the Void Demon Egg. My desire is for an intact egg to savor."
Song Wen’s astonishment grew. He had not anticipated Shadow Void to exhibit the same cannibalistic tendencies as its brethren.
Could this inclination stem from instances where several low-tier void beasts attempted to consume it during its own emergence?
Nevertheless, the presence of an unhatched void fiend within this man suggested a potential association with the Six Fiends Hall.
The discourse between Song Wen and Shadow Void occurred within their shared Sea of Consciousness, entirely imperceptible to Qingming Sanren.
When Song Wen abruptly halted his assault, Qingming Sanren’s expression transitioned from astonishment to relief, under the assumption that he had been mistaken for another.
"Esteemed Daoist, we harbor no animosity. Pray, do not complicate matters for me."
Song Wen’s gaze shifted, a subtle smile gracing his lips as he navigated through the immense chasm carved by the blood pillar, positioning himself a hundred zhang distant from Qingming Sanren.
"I was in pursuit of an adversary and chanced upon this location. I mistook you for my quarry. I trust you will not take offense."
"Fellow Daoist, self-recrimination is unnecessary," Qingming Sanren replied. "Given that it was a misunderstanding, I urge you to depart forthwith."
With an air of propriety, Song Wen inverted his palm, revealing a storage pouch, which he then propelled towards Qingming Sanren.
"My hasty actions nearly precipitated a grave error. Herein lie ten thousand high-grade spirit stones. Kindly accept them, esteemed Daoist."
Qingming Sanren did not immediately grasp the storage ring. Instead, he employed his spiritual power to suspend it in mid-air, while the protective barrier encircling him continued its vigilant rotation. It was evident that his caution remained paramount.
"This was but a simple mistake. How could I possibly accept such a generous offering from you, fellow Daoist? I implore you to take it back."
"Please do accept it, fellow Daoist. To refuse would be an insult to my person," Song Wen insisted.
"This..." Qingming Sanren faltered, finally responding after a prolonged silence, "Very well. I shall not decline your benevolence."
Qingming Sanren gradually decelerated the rotation of his shield. With a swift maneuver, he hooked the storage pouch through the barrier and drew it into his grasp.
Upon securing the storage ring and perfunctorily examining its contents, a glimmer of delight surfaced on Qingming Sanren’s countenance.
Having recently suffered the loss of his own storage ring, he was in dire need of spirit stones. He had never envisioned such a fortuitous bounty arriving at his very doorstep.
(End of the Chapter)
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