Record of a Demon's Cultivation Chapter 1242: Encountering a Body Integration Stage Expert

Song Wen's brow furrowed slightly, a genuine surprise flickering across his features.

Though his level of cultivation was less than his adversary's, the natural superiority of thunder magic against corpse cultivators ought to have at least repelled the Soul Breaking Awl.

Perceiving the opponent's aura, as unfathomably deep as the underworld, Song Wen quickly understood that the enemy's immense spiritual power was the decisive factor in their triumph.

Yet, the opponent's cultivation was merely one minor realm above his own. How could their spiritual power be so extraordinarily potent?

Amidst the internal chaos, Song Wen's assault did not cease.

He had no margin for delay; this engagement necessitated a rapid and conclusive finish.

To be precise, it was not Song Wen who initiated the strike, but the shadow void itself.

Unbeknownst to the corpse cultivator, the shadow void's nine tendrils had already emerged from Song Wen's head, exhibiting a slight tremor.

Observing his Soul Breaking Awl gaining the upper hand, the corpse cultivator's expression brightened considerably. He prepared to infuse more spiritual power into the awl, aiming to crush his opponent with a final, decisive surge. But abruptly, a shrill hum echoed within his mind, as if countless iron needles were piercing his Sea of Consciousness.

"Aaaah..."

The corpse cultivator emitted a ghastly scream.

However, the cry persisted for only an instant before abruptly fading into silence.

His divine soul had sustained a critical injury, resulting in his loss of consciousness.

A torrent of spiritual power surged forth from Song Wen, engulfing the unresòlute corpse cultivator as he rapidly retreated.

He felt no urgency to dispatch the corpse cultivator immediately.

The very instant the corpse cultivator perished, the Six Fiends Hall would be alerted.

Song Wen needed to establish substantial distance between himself and the Six Fiends Hall before executing his next move.

He journeyed at an exhilarating pace, exiting the Primordial Qi Death Zone and traversing millions of miles until he arrived at a mountainous region characterized by sparse Spiritual Qi.

Descending to the base of a mountain, he found and entered a modest cave.

"Shadow Void, maintain your watch over the surrounding area," Song Wen commanded.

His right hand became desiccated, its fingers elongating into claws as he plunged them into the corpse cultivator's chest.

Perhaps sensing the imminent peril to his life, the unconscious corpse cultivator suddenly stirred. Its eyelids snapped open, pupils constricting rapidly, and it gazed with pure terror at Song Wen before it.

But the light in its eyes swiftly diminished, akin to a candle’s flame guttering out.

A low, strangled whimper escaped its throat. Its head lolled to the side, its body grew rigid, and it became utterly devoid of life.

To preclude any unforeseen complications, Song Wen promptly absorbed the corpse cultivator's divine soul into the Black Hole residing within his Sea of Consciousness.

Concurrently, the spiritual power that the corpse cultivator had painstakingly accumulated over millennia through the Corpse King Blood Refinement Art commenced an unceasing flow into Song Wen’s being.

Song Wen fully activated his cultivation technique. The nascent soul within his dantian, exhibiting intense hunger and an insatiable appetite, greedily absorbed the influx of spiritual power, propelling his cultivation level ever higher.

However, Song Wen soon detected an irregularity.

He had anticipated that absorbing this individual’s spiritual power would elevate his cultivation to the verge of the late-stage Void Refinement peak. To his astonishment, his cultivation not only rapidly attained the late-stage Void Refinement pinnacle, brushing against an intangible bottleneck, but spiritual power continued to flood into his body.

The corpse cultivator’s spiritual power had not yet been entirely depleted.

"This individual's cultivation is far more profound than I had initially surmised!" Song Wen's eyes gleamed, recognizing a fortuitous opportunity to advance to the peak Void Refinement realm.

Under the vigorous activation of the Corpse King’s Rebirth Art, the incoming spiritual power was swiftly assimilated, blending seamlessly with Song Wen’s existing spiritual power. The combined energy coursed through his meridians like a tempestuous river breaching its confines, roaring and surging with overwhelming might.

Song Wen submerged his entire consciousness within the cultivation technique, meticulously guiding the tumultuous spiritual power to repeatedly assault the bottleneck.

Instead of breaching the bottleneck, Song Wen’s meridians began to fracture under the relentless onslaught of spiritual power, inflicting searing agony throughout his body. He could not suppress a soft groan.

Gritting his teeth, Song Wen bore the torment without faltering.

The intangible bottleneck, unyielding as bedrock, finally started to yield under the incessant barrage, emitting faint sounds of cracking.

"Break!"

With a guttural roar, Song Wen shattered the bottleneck, which could no longer withstand the immense pressure.

His aura erupted with violent intensity.

The spiritual power surging through his meridians converged like numerous streams flowing into a vast ocean, pouring into his dantian and being absorbed by his nascent soul.

Upon awakening, Song Wen’s eyes seemed to absorb a swirling vortex of deceased bodies, or perhaps the very essence of the Nine Nether Springs.

Before he could fully absorb the elation of his breakthrough, the voice of Shadow Void resonated within his mind:

"Master, an intruder approaches."

Song Wen’s countenance immediately grew tense, the earlier joy of his advancement dissipating like mist.

Flames ignited in his palm, rapidly consuming the mummified remains before him.

Swiftly thereafter, an oppressive aura began to bear down.

The one arriving was a middle-aged male cultivator, emanating an aura of righteous energy.

This came as a surprise to Song Wen, who had anticipated adversaries from the Six Fiends Hall.

Nevertheless, Song Wen maintained his guard.

Within the Southern Nether Continent, the Orthodox Path held no need for prior grievances or personal benefit to eliminate cultivators of the demonic path. A simple declaration that "demonic heretics warrant death" was sufficient justification for widespread slaughter.

Song Wen couldn't help but release an internal sigh, lamenting his unfavorable circumstances.

In this desolate realm, where Spiritual Qi was so sparse that even lesser demon beasts were absent, a "senior expert" had inexplicably materialized. This was an event more improbable than discovering a priceless artifact amidst common street fare.

"Greetings, Senior," Song Wen uttered, executing a respectful bow with hands clasped together, his gaze directed towards the cave ceiling. His eyes appeared to bore through the dense rock, reaching the middle-aged male cultivator who was suspended above the mountain.

The cultivator peered down upon the towering peak below with an expression of contempt, his divine sense extending across the terrain without restriction, scrutinizing Song Wen's being with an intrusive keenness.

"This venerable one was intrigued as to who would undertake a breakthrough in such a barren expanse. It is you, a corpse cultivator. As expected. You who practice the demonic arts, partaking in deeds that incite the ire of both heaven and man, can only seek refuge in locales devoid of abundant Spiritual Qi."

Song Wen’s heart faltered. This visitor heralds significant trouble, he mused grimly.

"Shadow Void, what is his cultivation level?" Song Wen inquired within his Sea of Consciousness.

He could vaguely perceive the man as a cultivator at the Body Integration Stage, yet he was unable to ascertain his precise cultivation tier.

"Mid-Body Integration Stage," Shadow Void responded.

"Do you possess confidence in your ability to inflict severe harm upon him?" Song Wen probed.

"No guarantees. Unless he lacks a Divine Soul Defense Spirit Treasure," Shadow Void replied.

Even as Song Wen was internally assessing the situation with Shadow Void, the middle-aged male cultivator in the sky had already initiated his assault.

"Demonic spawn, your existence concludes now!"

A flying sword materialized before the man, launching forward like a streak of silver lightning rending the heavens. It sliced through the solid rock with effortless grace, creating a smooth, profound aperture as it sped towards Song Wen, concealed within the cavern deep inside the mountain.

As if paralyzed by the earth-shattering force of the sword strike, Song Wen remained immobile, offering no defense.

The flying sword erupted from the cave's ceiling, impaling Song Wen's skull and exiting through his lower extremities.

Song Wen's physical form disintegrated into a torrent of gore and fragments, scattering in every direction.

Bang, bang, bang...

The bloody remnants impacted the cave walls, instantly peppering them with numerous holes before the entire structure succumbed to a deafening collapse.

(End of the Chapter)

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