Record of a Demon's Cultivation Chapter 1276: The Pure Origin Heavenly Dew Appears

Translator: CinderTL

The day dawned, precisely at the hour of Chen, which is 7:00 AM.

Although the sun had risen, the heavens above unleashed a suffocating gale, plunging the surroundings into a perpetual twilight.

The Gang Qi Waterfall, once a cascade plunging into the abyss, had abruptly reversed its flow, now surging upwards towards the Nine Heavens.

"It is time for us to depart," Leng Zhi's voice suddenly resonated.

Song Wen, Heng Ziping, and Xue Cong halted their meditation, joining Leng Zhi at the precipice of the vast chasm.

Against the backdrop of the Gang Qi Waterfall, which roared upwards like an enraged dragon, the four figures appeared utterly minuscule, like mere ants.

Leng Zhi, clutching the primary formation plate, assumed a central position. Song Wen, Heng Ziping, and Xue Cong arranged themselves in a triangular formation around her, their individual array disks set up in a horn-like configuration.

In unison, the four began channeling arcane seals into their respective array disks.

Instantly, three brilliant beams of azure light shot forth from the auxiliary array disks, converging upon the main formation plate.

A ferocious whirlwind materialized above the main formation plate.

This wind seemed to possess a consciousness, coalescing into a Dao tornado that hovered directly over the four cultivators.

The tornado gradually swelled, expanding to a staggering thirty meters in diameter, before abruptly descending, ensnaring the entire group within its turbulent embrace.

Suddenly, a powerful updraft surged beneath their feet, and the tornado lifted them skyward.

Leng Zhi swiftly altered her arcane seals, redirecting the tornado horizontally. It then propelled Song Wen and the others directly into the tumultuous Gang Qi Waterfall.

Immediately, an immense force struck the tornado with tremendous impact.

The tornado began to violently shudder, on the verge of disintegration.

Furthermore, the relentless gale was now carrying the entire vortex upward at an astonishing velocity.

"Everyone, please focus all your spiritual power on maintaining control of the array disks," Leng Zhi urgently commanded. "We have but half an hour. Should we fail to return to the surface before the Gang Qi Waterfall reverses its course, the gale will undoubtedly drag us into the abyss's depths. The resultant impact alone would splinter our bones."

The tornado, expertly crafted by the Heavenly Net Wind-Binding Formation, continuously drew in air from below, creating a spiraling vortex that expelled it from the top.

Should the gale suddenly shift its downward pressure, it would inevitably obliterate the tornado, trapping the four individuals within a deadly crossfire.

Fully grasping the dire implications, Song Wen and his companions poured all their spiritual power into the meticulous control of their array disks.

The tornado became more stable, and its rotational speed dramatically increased.

The tornado's base, sharp as an adamantine cone, spun with incredible ferocity, tearing through the howling gale as if slicing through silk, creating a rift through which the wind could bypass harmlessly on either side.

Abruptly, the tornado plunged downwards, descending into the abyss's abyssal depths.

The gale raged like a torrential flood, relentlessly battering the tornado and reducing its descent speed to that of a mere Golden Core cultivator.

Exacerbating their predicament, the gale intensified with every yotta-byte they descended deeper into the chasm.

The four dared not let down their guard, exerting all their strength to preserve the tornado's precarious stability.

"Just how profound is this abyss?" Heng Ziping inquired suddenly. "We have already plunged tens of thousands of miles, yet the bottom remains elusive."

"This is hardly the moment to contemplate the abyss's vastness," Leng Zhi retorted. "Our time is dwindling. We must ascend immediately. If the gale shifts its direction, our doom is sealed!"

A collective frown creased the faces of the four. Three and three-quarters of an hour had elapsed, yet not even a glimmer of the Pure Origin Heavenly Dew had been sighted.

Had they risked everything to venture into this abyss only to emerge completely empty-handed?

Song Wen's expression suddenly shifted, and he spoke with urgent intensity.

"Fellow Daoist Leng Zhi, guide our formation closer to the cliff face."

"Fellow Daoist Gou Jun, have you discerned something?" Leng Zhi inquired.

Though initially perplexed, Leng Zhi maneuvered the tornado towards the sheer rock wall.

The tornado was already nearing the wall, a mere ten miles distant. In less than a fleeting breath, this distance contracted to five miles, bringing it within the group's keen sensory range.

There, embedded within the dark, polished rock face, was a crystal no larger than a thumb.

The crystal possessed a crystalline, translucent quality, shimmering with an ethereal, iridescent light – the Pure Origin Heavenly Dew.

Leng Zhi's face brightened considerably as she guided the tornado nearer to the wall.

Heng Ziping and Xue Cong mirrored her delight, their smiles radiating through the tense atmosphere.

However, Heng Ziping soon detected an anomaly.

His gaze fixed intently on Song Wen, he demanded, "Gou Jun, our cultivation realms are virtually identical. How is it that your sensory range surpasses ours by a factor of two?"

"I have cultivated a secret art that condenses divine sense into fine threads," Song Wen replied smoothly. "This technique enables me to penetrate obstacles, such as this gale, to a certain degree."

His explanation, though concise, was not entirely without merit.

In the Lower Realm, he had practiced a secret art called the Breaking Dark Technique, which possessed similar properties.

However, after breaking through to the Divine Transformation stage, his divine sense power had surged, rendering the Breaking Dark Technique obsolete.

"Your methods are truly extraordinary, Fellow Daoist Song," Heng Ziping remarked, harboring no doubt about Song Wen’s words. He shifted his attention to the drop of Pure Origin Heavenly Dew.

By then, the tornado had already approached the cliff face.

As Leng Zhi executed a series of magic seals, a slender vortex emerged from the main formation plate before her.

The vortex extended like a tentacle, piercing the tornado’s swirling barrier without affecting its violent rotation.

With a resounding crack, the vortex tentacle struck the cliff face.

The cliff proved far more resilient than anticipated, shattering only a few small fragments of rock. Yet this was enough to reveal the Pure Origin Heavenly Dew.

The vortex tentacle coiled around the dew and retracted, drawing it back into the vortex before Leng Zhi caught it in her hand.

"There’s only one drop of Pure Origin Heavenly Dew," Leng Zhi said. "Who should receive it?"

Song Wen replied, "Yesterday, Fellow Daoist Heng established the rule: 'Each according to their ability.' Since I discovered this drop, it naturally belongs to me."

"Absolutely not!" Heng Ziping retorted firmly.

"It seems Fellow Daoist Heng intends to go back on his word," Song Wen said with a smile.

"Gou Jun, your divine sense has the greatest range. If we follow this rule, the three of us won’t get a single drop of Pure Origin Heavenly Dew, despite our efforts," Heng Ziping protested.

"Then, according to your suggestion, fellow daoist, who should receive this drop of Pure Origin Heavenly Dew?" Song Wen asked.

Heng Ziping naturally wanted to claim it for himself, but he couldn’t bring himself to ask directly, leaving him momentarily speechless.

At that moment, Xue Cong suddenly spoke up.

"Perhaps we should give this drop of Pure Origin Heavenly Dew to Fellow Daoist Gou Jun first, but we need to revise the distribution method. The four of us could establish an order and allocate the Pure Origin Heavenly Dew in sequence."

"Then why should Gou Jun be ranked first?" Heng Ziping demanded.

"Well..." Xue Cong stammered, at a loss for words.

His initial overtures to Song Wen had primarily been aimed at forming an alliance against Leng Zhi and Heng Ziping. Even now, when the four of them still needed to rely on each other, disagreements were already surfacing. Once they no longer needed each other’s support, a full-blown conflict seemed inevitable.

"I agree that Gou Jun should take the lead," Leng Zhi suddenly interjected. "Now that we know the Pure Origin Heavenly Dew exists on the cliff face, a few more trips into the abyss should yield enough for all four of us. For the upcoming searches, we’ll still need to rely on Fellow Daoist Gou Jun’s divine sense. It’s only natural that he should be ranked first."

Heng Ziping listened in silence, deep in thought. But when he noticed the peculiar glint in Leng Zhi’s eyes as she looked at him, he seemed to understand something, and a faint smile immediately appeared on his face.

"Fellow Daoist Leng Zhi’s reasoning is sound. Let Gou Jun take the lead."

"Then how should the three of us be ranked?" Xue Cong asked.

"The Heavenly Net Wind-Binding Formation belongs to Fellow Daoist Leng Zhi, and she bears the heavy responsibility of controlling the main formation plate, requiring both physical and mental exertion. Considering both sentiment and logic, Fellow Daoist Leng Zhi should be ranked second, I’ll take third, and Fellow Daoist Xue Cong fourth. What do you think?"

"I have no objections," Leng Zhi replied.

Xue Cong’s lips twitched a few times before he finally agreed.

"I also agree."