Record of a Demon's Cultivation Chapter 1282: Entering the Tomb

Heng Ziping surveyed the cavernous, shadowy maw of the Immortal’s Tomb, a hesitant smile gracing his lips.

To claim neither he nor Song Wen harbored aspirations for the treasures within the Immortal’s Tomb would be a falsehood. Yet, a mutual apprehension regarding the perilously unknown within their hearts kept them from a precipitous advance.

"Fellow Daoist Heng, I trust you have procured the Pure Origin Heavenly Dew from the two nearby stone pillars?" Song Wen inquired, deftly steering the conversation.

"Indeed," Heng Ziping affirmed. "However, the Pure Origin Heavenly Dew from the remaining two pillars has already found its way into your possession. The quantity you hold ought to be ample for your ascension to the Body Integration Stage."

Acknowledging Heng Ziping’s forthrightness, Song Wen offered a nod.

Still, a more profound implication within Heng Ziping’s declaration registered with him.

Heng Ziping seemed unequivocally convinced of the presence of precisely four stone pillars within this locale.

"Fellow Daoist, do you, by chance, possess pre-existing knowledge of this domain?" Song Wen probed.

"On what grounds do you base that assumption, Fellow Daoist?" Heng Ziping countered, his tone laced with mild surprise.

"Otherwise, how could you be so certain of the exact number of stone pillars here?" Song Wen pressed further.

Heng Ziping offered a subtle smirk. "The Turbid Spirit Realm graces the world for the very first time. No soul has ever set foot within its confines prior to our arrival, so how could I possibly be privy to its innermost secrets? My conjecture arises from observing the customary practices of tomb construction employed by cultivators in the Southern Nether Region. It is their norm to situate guardian stone beasts near their sepulchers. In my estimation, the very ground we tread is situated beneath such a colossal stone beast, with these four pillars representing its colossal limbs. The twin cavities from which the Gang Qi Waterfall cascades are, most plausibly, the beast’s very nostrils."

"If your theory holds true, esteemed Daoist, what then accounts for this stone beast exhaling the potent Nine Heavens Gang Qi?" Song Wen posed the question.

Song Wen, in truth, found merit in Heng Ziping’s assessment. However, the sheer immensity of the purported stone beast was staggering—estimated to stretch an unfathomable two to three hundred thousand miles in length.

Heng Ziping responded, "That remains a mystery, even to me. It might, perhaps, be intrinsically linked to the tomb’s peculiar nature?"

"Fellow Daoist Heng, seeing as neither of us harbors a desire to venture into this purported ’Immortal’s Tomb,’ might we not consider returning to the vicinity of the Gang Qi Waterfall and await a propitious moment to depart from this place together?" Song Wen proposed.

"That was precisely my contemplation as well," Heng Ziping concurred.

A faint, almost imperceptible smile played on both their lips as they commenced a leisurely drift back toward the Gang Qi Waterfall, their vigilance subtly maintained towards one another.

Yet, after navigating a mere few thousand miles, their expressions underwent an abrupt and dramatic transformation.

An overwhelming and unmistakably noxious aura surged towards them from their rear, akin to a monstrous tidal wave of blackness.

The Foul Qi possessed a suffocating putridity, imbued with the stench of rot, profound malevolence, and a palpable intent to kill, as if the very Foul Water of the Yellow Springs, drawn from the deepest chasms of the Nine Nether, had suddenly burst forth.

"Flee!"

The desperate thought synchronized in both their minds.

Their flight accelerated to incredible speeds.

But almost instantaneously, they decelerated abruptly and came to a standstill.

Directly ahead, the turbulent Nine Heavens Gang Qi thundered towards them, a furious, roaring dragon.

Their countenances paled instantly.

Caught between a rock and a hard place, with no avenue for escape?

Could their earlier unease prove valid? That any reckless action taken within these confines would precipitate a devastating consequence?

In near-perfect unison, they channeled their spiritual power to its absolute zenith, conjuring formidable mana shields. Then, with resolute determination, they turned and plunged headlong into the oncoming onslaught of Foul Qi.

Faced with such dire straits, their sole recourse was to brave the perilous depths of the Immortal’s Tomb.

To remain would mean the imminent collision of the Gang Qi and Foul Qi, potentially unleashing an apocalyptic explosion!

The instant they breached the Foul Qi’s embrace, they were assailed by a crushing force and a corrosive potency.

Their defensive mana shields instantly became marred by countless minuscule, unseen etchings, as though they were being silently consumed by legions of microscopic venomous insects.

Nevertheless, the two combatants could not afford to linger on this observation. They propelled themselves with utmost exertion towards the tomb's entrance.

Both the Gang Qi and the Foul Qi clearly emanated from the tomb itself; therefore, logically, neither should pose a direct threat to the structure itself.

Though they possessed a course towards salvation, the act of moving against the inexorable surge of Foul Qi rendered their progress agonizingly slow.

Song Wen intricately formed a sequence of hand seals, and a brilliant bolt of silver Thunderlight ignited, striking directly into the oppressive Foul Qi before them.

Under the overwhelming divine might of the Thunderlight, the Foul Qi dissolved as if succumbing to the sun's intense heat, cleaving an unobstructed passage through the noxious miasma.

Song Wen’s velocity experienced an immediate, dramatic increase.

Witnessing this development, Heng Ziping subtly maneuvered to the side, stealthily positioning himself in Song Wen’s wake.

However, Song Wen, fully engrossed in his relentless push forward, had no capacity to acknowledge this opportunistic repositioning.

With the tomb entrance now less than a hundred miles distant,

The clash of gang Qi and Foul Qi erupted behind them.

Boom!

A thunderous explosion ripped through the air, assaulting their ears and clouding their vision.

Right after, a colossal shockwave surged towards them.

Caught in the tempestuous wrath of the shockwave, the two men lost all control, sent tumbling forward in a chaotic disarray.

Simultaneously, the mana shields safeguarding them were instantly obliterated.

Heng Ziping swiftly conjured three flying swords, which began to whirl around him at breakneck speed, coalescing into a Sword Qi Protective Shield.

The instant this shield materialized, it started to rapidly disintegrate.

A black talisman then appeared in Heng Ziping’s grasp.

With a look of mild distress, Heng Ziping watched as the talisman shattered, transforming into a torrent of black light that integrated into the faltering Sword Qi Protective Shield.

In a flash, the Sword Qi Protective Shield achieved solidity, its impending collapse thwarted.

Momentarily secure, Heng Ziping raised his gaze towards the spot where Gou Jun had been.

He observed that Gou Jun’s physical form had already been rent asunder by the shockwave, leaving naught but fragments of flesh pulverized into dust.

Heng Ziping remained frozen in stunned disbelief.

He had harbored the belief that Gou Jun possessed formidable power. How could he have met his end so swiftly?

Nevertheless, the immediate peril afforded him no leisure to dwell on the matter. He poured all his focus into reinforcing the Sword Qi Protective Shield while desperately striving to evade the shockwave’s clutches, attempting to navigate his way towards the tomb’s entrance.

At the tomb’s threshold, Song Wen’s form suddenly materialized.

The overwhelming Foul Qi had thrown his divine sense into disarray, compelling him to utilize five Substitute Puppets to traverse the mere dozens of miles to this very location.

With a single step, Song Wen crossed into the passageway.

The interior and exterior of the tomb presented themselves as two starkly contrasting realms.

An unseen barrier at the entrance completely repelled the surging Foul Qi and gang qi, allowing not even a whisper to permeate the tomb.

However, Song Wen immediately perceived a peculiar restrictive force that completely ensnared his divine sense within his own body, preventing it from extending even a single inch outward.

"Shadow Void, can your divine sense detect our surroundings?" Song Wen inquired within his Sea of Consciousness.

"No. There is a restriction imposed by you humans here. My divine sense cannot depart my body," Shadow Void responded.

Song Wen gazed intently into the abyssal darkness of the passageway ahead, his countenance grim.

With a mere thought, the Soul Cleaving Blade materialized before him.

But with a sharp clang, the blade involuntarily tumbled onto the unyielding stone floor.

Song Wen’s lips twitched subtly, his expression growing even more somber.

The inability to project his divine sense meant that all mystic treasures could only be activated through direct manipulation, akin to a mortal martial artist wielding a weapon, channeling their internal energy through it.

(End of the Chapter)

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