Record of a Demon's Cultivation Chapter 1269: Nine Heavens Astral Wind

A wave of dizziness washed over Song Wen, and then he found himself standing on a lofty mountain summit. A panorama of sharp peaks and a boundless sea of wind-swept forests stretched out before him.

His sole purpose here was the acquisition of the Pure Origin Heavenly Dew.

After a swift scan of the immediate surroundings to confirm the absence of immediate threats, Song Wen propelled himself upward, ascending directly towards the heavens.

The Pure Origin Heavenly Dew was a product of the Nine Heavens Astral Wind refining Five Elements Spiritual Qi, a process further intensified by celestial condensation. Consequently, it could only manifest in the sky's highest echelons.

The term "Nine Heavens Astral Wind" was not indicative of a singular gust, but rather a broad classification for the tempestuous atmospheric currents that swept across the immeasurable expanse of the Nine Heavens.

The designation "Nine Heavens" itself was a symbolic representation. To cultivators, the sky, in its incomprehensible vastness and distance, was collectively referred to as the Nine Heavens.

The altitude of the Nine Heavens was considered limitless; its ultimate boundaries remained unknown to all.

As Song Wen ascended, the potency of the Nine Heavens Astral Wind escalated dramatically, its speed intensifying with every upward stride.

The astral wind possessed an unparalleled sharpness, capable of obliterating anything in its destructive path.

Its force was so immense that it could sunder the heavens and shatter the earth, accompanied by such ferocity that stars would seemingly fall like rain in its wake.

This overwhelming power might very well be the reason why no one had ever traversed beyond the Nine Heavens.

Upon reaching an altitude of approximately one hundred miles, Song Wen perceived the gentle touch of the gale.

He pressed onward, soon arriving at an elevation tens of thousands of miles above the terrestrial surface.

At this height, the gale raged with the fury of a thousand simultaneously unleashed blades, its biting cold striking his protective mana shield with resounding impacts.

Observing the mana shield's unsteady glow, Song Wen ceased his upward trajectory.

His halt was not motivated by apprehension of peril, but by the understanding that this altitude was sufficient for the genesis of Pure Origin Heavenly Dew. Venturing higher would only complicate his search effort.

Song Wen deployed his divine sense widely, yet its reach was restricted to a scant radius of less than ten miles.

The turbulent gale severely impeded his ability to perceive his surroundings.

He opened his Sea of Consciousness, enabling the shadow void to probe the environment, but even this enhanced sense could only extend to an area of twenty to thirty miles.

Song Wen observed the Nine Heavens Astral Wind as it howled past. The swirling confluence of diverse winds caused its coloration to shift erratically, at times as dark as the deepest night, and at others, as vivid as a radiant rainbow...

A slight furrow appeared on his brow. Locating the Pure Origin Heavenly Dew within this tempestuous domain presented a formidable challenge.

Abruptly, a faint crimson glint flashed within his eyes as he activated the Dreamfloat True Eye, endeavoring to detect any residual traces of the dew amidst the surging tempest.

However, beneath the overwhelming assault of the chaotic and raging gale, no traces were discernible. Even the faint marks he had just created were instantly obliterated by the relentless wind.

With the Dreamfloat True Eye proving ineffective, Song Wen transitioned to employing the Treasure Light Spirit Eye.

This particular ocular technique had been mastered during his Foundation Establishment stage. It granted him the ability to discern the distinctive Spiritual Qi emanations from treasures and living entities, a skill that seemed ideally suited for the present circumstances.

Nevertheless, after a preliminary test, Song Wen ascertained that the Treasure Light Spirit Eye's perceptive range was intrinsically linked to his visual field. Amidst the sky-spanning gale, its utility was significantly diminished.

Both ocular techniques having failed to yield results, Song Wen resigned himself to activating his escape technique, allowing himself to be carried by the gale in the faint hope of a fortuitous discovery of the dew.

In the brief span of an instant, ten days had elapsed.

Throughout this period, Song Wen had not paused for rest, maintaining a pace at his utmost speed, yet his search remained fruitless.

He also came to the dawning realization of this small world's astonishing immensity.

Even as a cultivator at the peak of the Void Refinement stage, traversing at full speed for ten consecutive days had not brought him any closer to its periphery.

This revelation impressed upon Song Wen the sheer impossibility of thoroughly surveying the entirety of the Turbid Spirit Realm within the stipulated one-month timeframe.

His current method of blind searching was, in essence, a squandering of valuable time.

"I must devise an alternative approach," Song Wen mused internally.

As he confronted the roaring gale, a spark of insight ignited within him—the wind's direction.

The Pure Origin Heavenly Dew was carried along by the currents of the gale. If he could decipher the wind's prevailing patterns, he might be able to follow its trajectory and, by extension, track the dew's path.

However, after ten days of traversing the gale, Song Wen had already observed that the wind's direction was not static but underwent frequent shifts. Yet, these alterations did not appear to be entirely random.

He momentarily halted his escape light and commenced a thorough examination of the wind direction fluctuations over the preceding ten days.

After much deliberation, Song Wen deduced that the prevalent wind direction was from the southwest.

With a clear objective in mind, he promptly altered his course, surging southwestward.

Indeed, at that moment, the gale favored a southwestern trajectory.

Harnessing the force of the wind, Song Wen's flight speed saw a significant increase, enabling him to traverse approximately ten million li in a condensed timeframe.

Abruptly, the gale's direction shifted without any forewarning.

Song Wen felt an immense, world-shattering pressure impact his mana shield.

Caught completely unaware, he was violently swept away by the gale, tumbling backward like a kite whose strings had snapped.

Maintaining his composure, Song Wen channeled his spiritual power to reinforce his defensive shield while simultaneously battling the gale's ferocious assault to regain his stability.

It was at this precise moment that he detected a fleeting spiritual light in the distance.

Despite being over ten li away, the light shone brilliantly against the backdrop of the gray-black gale.

Carried by the wind, the spiritual light disappeared from his sight in an instant.

Song Wen reacted with haste, cutting through the roaring gale to pursue the vanishing point of the light.

After a few brief moments, Song Wen's senses reacquired the spiritual light.

It manifested as a resplendent bead, approximately the size of a thumb, encircled by a mystical, iridescent aura.

A flicker of excitement crossed Song Wen's eyes. This was undeniably the Pure Origin Heavenly Dew he had been diligently seeking.

Nevertheless, the quantity of Pure Origin Heavenly Dew present was meager—a solitary drop, falling far short of Song Wen's requirements.

Yet, this meager find served as an encouraging beginning, validating the efficacy of his current strategy.

With a flick of his finger, Song Wen directed a wisp of spiritual power toward the Pure Origin Heavenly Dew, intending to draw it closer.

However, the instant this power left his body, it was completely dissipated by the overwhelming force of the gale.

Song Wen let out a sigh, realizing his impulsive action and acknowledging his oversight regarding the gale's formidable power.

He pressed onward, systematically reducing the distance to the Pure Origin Heavenly Dew.

As the dew neared, the voice of the shadow void suddenly resonated within his Sea of Consciousness:

"Master, a cultivator is approaching from approximately thirty miles ahead."

"What is their cultivation level?" Song Wen inquired with urgency.

The Pure Origin Heavenly Dew was now merely a few miles ahead, being rapidly propelled forward by the gale.

The approaching cultivator was advancing against the wind; though still some distance from the dew, they possessed the potential to reach it first.

"The same as you, Peak Void Refinement."

Song Wen's tightly wound nerves found a measure of relief.

With the shadow void offering its assistance, a cultivator at the Void Refinement Stage presented minimal threat.

Pushing himself to his absolute limit, Song Wen ultimately surpassed the other cultivator, reaching the Pure Origin Heavenly Dew first and securing it firmly in his grasp.

"Who goes there ahead? I discovered the Pure Origin Heavenly Dew first! Release it at once!" a booming voice bellowed, cutting through the wind. Although the speaker had clearly imbued the shout with spiritual power, the voice still carried a distinct distortion.