Record of a Demon's Cultivation Chapter 1273: The End of the Gale

Translator: CinderTL

"ROAR!"

With another child of the indigenous people being seized by a titanic bird, the neck veins of the towering, iron-hard man bulged like ancient tree roots as a furious roar escaped him.

His cry reverberated through the land like a peal of thunder, yet it was utterly incapable of altering the grim reality unfolding before his eyes.

From his vantage point high above the clouds, Song Wen observed the man’s impotent fury with a chilling smirk.

He mused, These primitive folk are truly a pathetic lot. They possess sheer brute force but are devoid of the intellect to wield it effectively. Their actions amount to nothing more than leaping and flinging stones—a display of utter foolishness.

If that man could muster even twenty percent of his genuine might, he would have long since driven off these monstrous Flat-Feathered Beasts.

With a casual sweep of his hand, a flying sword, three feet in length, was launched, its trajectory set directly towards the pursuing Flat-Feathered Beasts.

A cold streak of light flashed across the expanse, slicing a colossal bird cleanly in two with a swift, effortless motion.

Hot blood and the immense carcass rained down from the heavens.

Yet, this was not the sole Flat-Feathered Beast to meet its end. The other giant birds were successively bisected, one after another, by the relentless, cold light.

As the final bird was felled, the sharp glint arced through the sky, reforming into a longsword that hovered silently beside the now materialized Song Wen.

Song Wen remained suspended in the air, his deep blue robes dancing in the violent winds. Juxtaposed with the crimson rain of blood and the falling bodies, the spectacle presented an image of:

Absolute dominion over creation, a lordly gaze cast upon the world!

Truly a matchless sword immortal, descending from the celestial realms on a swirling cloud!

Below, the native inhabitants ceased all activity, transfixed by the sight, their gazes locked upwards towards Song Wen.

The burly man, living up to his renown as the village’s most formidable warrior, was the first to break the spell. His knees bent, and he dropped to the ground, prostrating himself repeatedly in Song Wen's direction, murmuring sounds none could comprehend.

The other natives, without hesitation, followed his lead, sinking to their knees in unison.

With a fluid movement, Song Wen descended, landing directly before the formidable native.

He opened his palm, revealing a jade container holding the Pure Origin Heavenly Dew, and then unlatched it.

"Has any among you witnessed this before?"

Song Wen had already swept the entire village with his divine sense, finding not the slightest trace of the Heavenly Dew. His only recourse was to attempt gleaning information from the locals.

The burly man, still bowed low, observed the jade box drift slowly towards him. A fleeting spark of delight crossed his features before he lifted his head, fixing Song Wen with eyes full of hopeful expectation.

"Do you possess this treasure?" Song Wen’s voice inquired once more.

Thump, thump, thump...

The burly man abruptly resumed his fervent kowtows to Song Wen. Then, his face suddenly illuminated with pure joy, he snatched the jade box, reached within, and pulled forth the resplendent Pure Origin Heavenly Dew, clasping it tightly in his hand.

The edges of Song Wen’s lips curved upward slightly.

This simpleton had, without a doubt, completely misinterpreted his intentions, erroneously believing him to be a celestial messenger bearing gifts.

Just as Song Wen prepared to reclaim the Pure Origin Heavenly Dew, the burly man abruptly straightened and turned, making a dash towards the cluster of people behind him.

Reaching a stout woman, whose arms were thick and waist broad, he seized her by the limb and propelled her forward until she stood directly in front of Song Wen.

He gestured emphatically with both hands, chattering words that were utterly foreign.

Song Wen gazed upon the woman presented before him, his expression one of complete bafflement.

She stood a full head taller than him, adorned only with crudely fashioned animal hides barely concealing her most intimate areas. Her robust physique and broad face were coated in a thick layer of dust and grime, emanating a strong, gamey odor mingled with perspiration.

The woman, initially appearing startled and disoriented, seemed to undergo a transformation after hearing the burly man’s nonsensical speech. Her gaze shifted towards Song Wen, becoming suddenly intense, akin to a starving wolf fixated upon its prey.

Witnessing this, Song Wen instantly grasped the peculiar situation.

The burly man had concluded that the Pure Origin Heavenly Dew was a gift intended for him, and was now offering this woman as a gesture of sincere thanks.

However, should not a gift be something of value?

Within the tribe, there was no scarcity of women possessing lithe and powerful builds.

Song Wen flicked a finger, releasing a subtle surge of spiritual power.

The power, much like a spectral serpent emerging from its hidden den, wriggled into the burly man’s palm, deftly plucking the Pure Origin Heavenly Dew and drawing it swiftly back towards Song Wen.

The burly man stared, dumbfounded, at his suddenly empty palm, then at the Pure Origin Heavenly Dew now suspended before Song Wen.

He could not fathom why the ‘Immortal’ would bestow such a precious item upon him only to immediately retract it.

Song Wen’s expression remained as stern as ice as he gestured with a pointed finger behind him.

Instantly, the longsword hovering at his side transformed into a vibrant streak of frigid light, hurtling forward with an almost blinding velocity.

A frigid beam of light carved through the land, splitting the earth open to form a ravine a hundred zhang deep and stretching fifty kilometers long.

Song Wen's devastating display left the local inhabitants stunned into silence, realizing at last that this stranger was no benevolent savior.

Then, Song Wen began to gesture with abandon, first indicating the Pure Origin Heavenly Dew, then pointing to himself, and finally gesturing towards the robust man.

Through much animated miming, the burly man appeared to finally comprehend Song Wen’s intentions.

He turned, darting into a wooden hut situated behind him, and soon emerged with a stone box retrieved from under a rudimentary wooden bed. Rushing back to Song Wen, he presented the container.

Song Wen refrained from touching the stone box directly. Instead, he employed his spiritual power, causing it to hover a meter above the ground.

Opening the box remotely, a solitary droplet of Pure Origin Heavenly Dew was revealed within.

However, the dew's spiritual essence was critically diminished, leaving only a faint residue of little worth.

Song Wen indicated the stone box with a pointed finger and inquired of the burly man, "Are there any more of these?"

The burly man, understandably, did not grasp his words.

With a sigh of helplessness, Song Wen resorted once more to elaborate gestures.

Despite his considerable efforts, he eventually managed to convey his meaning, only for the burly man to respond with a shake of his head.

"From where did you obtain this?" Song Wen inquired again, punctuating his question with gestures.

After a further interval of time and exertion, the burly man finally apprehended Song Wen’s query and pointed towards the south.

"Lead the way," Song Wen commanded, releasing a surge of spiritual energy that sent the burly man flying dozens of meters in the southern direction.

The burly man clearly understood Song Wen's directive. The moment his feet touched the ground, he commenced a furious sprint southward.

His movement was extraordinarily swift, with each stride spanning over a hundred zhang; yet, to Song Wen's perception, it appeared agonizingly slow, akin to a snail's pace.

Song Wen then utilized his spiritual power to lift the burly man, carrying him along at an accelerated pace.

Initially, Song Wen harbored concerns about possibly overlooking their destination and deliberately moderated his speed, allowing the burly man to survey the surrounding landscape. However, he progressively discerned that the man's intended location lay far beyond his initial imaginings, as the man's hand persistently gestured southward.

Song Wen then unleashed his utmost evacuation velocity, covering vast distances of hundreds of thousands of li in mere moments.

Abruptly, his swift movement decelerated dramatically.

This reduction in speed was not instigated by the burly man's signal but was rather a consequence of an awe-inspiring spectacle that materialized ahead, causing even Song Wen, a cultivator firmly entrenched in the Void Refinement Stage, to instinctively narrow his eyes.

On the far horizon, where the heavens kissed the earth, a colossal waterfall of gang qi descended from the Nine Heavens, resembling a ruptured river of silver. It radiated a power capable of shattering worlds and unleashing utter cataclysm as it plummeted towards the land below.

(End of the Chapter)

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