Record of a Demon's Cultivation Chapter 1396: The Sacrificial Altar is Complete
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"I promised you I’d secure you a spot on the teleportation array," Bai Wei said. "It seems that won’t be difficult. However, the first group to journey to the Western Rong Continent will face extreme dangers. You must carefully consider whether to proceed."
"What has Fellow Daoist Wang decided?" Song Wen asked.
The journey to the Western Rong Continent was a path of nine deaths and one life. Song Wen had long anticipated this and had no stake in whether the major sects sent scouts.
Yet, with his current aptitude and spirit root, breaking through to the Great Ascension or even Tribulation Crossing stages on his own was a fool’s dream. As for finding a Great Ascension Stage cultivator from the Divine Blood Gate or a Tribulation Crossing Stage great power to consume their cultivation for advancement, that was as difficult as reaching the heavens.
Thus, unless he could find treasures to enhance his aptitude and spirit root, his path of cultivation would lead to a dead end.
Wang Qiuyue had mentioned she also planned to journey to the Western Rong Continent, likely in search of treasures to aid her advancement to the Great Ascension Stage.
Song Wen wanted to know Wang Qiuyue’s thoughts on the matter.
"Wang Qiuyue once said that the path of cultivation is inherently a defiance of heaven’s will. If one hesitates due to fear of danger, they might as well live as a mortal, living a stable life. She has always been bold yet meticulous, naturally drawn to exploring the unknown and seeking out the world’s wonders. Though the Western Rong Continent is fraught with peril, opportunities also abound. I doubt she would miss such a chance," Bai Wei said.
Song Wen fell silent for a moment before replying, "In that case, I will go too."
Bai Wei asked, "Won’t you reconsider? The Western Rong Continent is unpredictable and dangerous. One misstep could lead to death and the loss of one’s Dao."
"Fellow Daoist Wang is right," Song Wen said. "The path of cultivation is like walking on thin ice. If one is overly cautious, they will never glimpse the Great Dao."
"Sigh!" Bai Wei sighed softly and said in a gentle voice, "Since you’ve made up your mind, I won’t try to dissuade you further. The departure date is still a decade or two away. Use this time to prepare yourself thoroughly."
After spending a few more days with Bai Wei, Song Wen finally bid her farewell.
He returned to his pavilion, intending to meditate for a few days to restore his spiritual energy. However, upon noticing the formation etched on the floor, his fingers itched to work. With a determined gritting of his teeth, a massive stone appeared before him.
The stone was pitch-black and irregularly shaped, about fifteen feet long and six feet high, its surface covered in sharp, angular edges.
This was the shining goldstone!
Summoning the Soul Cleaving Blade, he began to cut and shape the stone.
Before long, the massive boulder had been transformed into a perfectly rectangular slab.
Song Wen continued to control the Soul Cleaving Blade, carving runes into the shining goldstone.
As each rune took shape, the carving process neared its completion.
Song Wen’s eyes blazed with intensity, his gaze locked onto the final rune taking shape on the shining goldstone.
He held his breath, his focus absolute, and even the hand seals formed by his fingertips became more deliberate.
The Soul Cleaving Blade moved across the shining goldstone with agonizing slowness, each fraction of an inch of progress feeling as if it were being resisted by a thousand pounds of force.
Screeeech!
With a sharp, tearing sound like ripping silk, the blade’s tip finally completed the last profound marking.
Song Wen moved instantly to the stone platform. His fingertips brushed across its surface, and his expression lit up with astonishment and delight.
"Sacrificial Altar... it worked?"
Song Wen felt a pang of self-doubt. He had failed repeatedly when using jade, but the shining goldstone had succeeded on the first try.
Perhaps the jade was too poor in quality to bear these runes, he thought.
With that, he channeled a stream of spiritual power to lift the altar and set it down at the center of the formation Bai Wei had etched.
Instantly, faint black light flared along the formation’s edges, rapidly extending toward the center until the altar itself glowed. But the light quickly dimmed and vanished without a trace.
Song Wen raised his hand and tapped the Spirit Beast Pouch at his waist.
The pouch flashed with azure light, and a demon beast materialized—a creature resembling a leopard, over ten feet long, with double wings on its back, completely hairless, and its skin covered in silver profound markings.
It was the little Zhenhou Song Wen had captured in the Abyss of Extinction.
The Zhenhou looked terrified, struggling violently, but an invisible force held it bound, preventing any escape.
Song Wen placed the Zhenhou on the altar, then slashed his wrist with a blade. A gush of blood erupted from the wound.
He began walking slowly around the altar, letting his blood drip continuously, dyeing the formation patterns surrounding it crimson.
The formation patterns on the ground gradually lit up, emitting a faint crimson glow. The runes on the Sacrificial Altar also ignited, slowly radiating a blood-red light.
Suddenly, a mysterious and eerie pressure materialized out of thin air, filling the entire pavilion. Song Wen felt an inexplicable solemnity, while the Zhenhou on the altar was overwhelmed with terror.
Facing the altar, Song Wen sat cross-legged, pressing his hands against the stone surface.
Silver lightning crackled from his palms, gradually spreading across the entire altar.
The Zhenhou on the altar suddenly felt a powerful suction force emanating from beneath, relentlessly tearing at its flesh.
Its eyes widened in terror and fear, but it was powerless to resist. It could only look pleadingly at Song Wen beside the altar.
Its pleas naturally went unanswered. The tearing force from below only intensified, ripping apart its flesh. Crimson blood overflowed, staining the entire altar before trickling down its stone walls.
The Zhenhou’s agony didn’t last long.
Its Demon Soul was forcibly torn from its body by the altar, scattering its soul and spirit into nothingness.
On the Sacrificial Altar, the blood flowing everywhere began to converge, as if drawn by some unseen force, coalescing into several blood snakes that surged toward Song Wen’s hands.
The blood snakes crawled up his arms and onto his face, burrowing into his nostrils and mouth.
A sharp pain struck him, and his lips twitched slightly as the blood snakes vanished into his body.
A glint flashed in Song Wen’s eyes. He raised his right hand, fingers splayed.
A spark of electricity materialized in his palm.
The spark gradually lengthened and thickened, eventually forming a thunderball the size of a washbasin.
After a brief test, Song Wen confirmed that the power of his thunder magic had increased by approximately thirty to forty percent.
Suspecting some hidden flaw in the Imperial Thunder God’s Sacrifice Platform, Song Wen had carefully observed the process when absorbing the Zhenhou’s Thunder Art Talent, but found nothing amiss.
After pondering for a moment without finding an explanation, Song Wen dismissed the matter and summoned a fifth-tier Profound Lightning Eagle from his Spirit Beast Pouch.
This demon beast, also from the Abyss of Extinction, lacked a divine beast bloodline but was still a powerful and rare thunder-attribute demon beast.
After absorbing the Profound Lightning Eagle’s Thunder Art Talent, Song Wen discovered that the power of his thunder magic had increased by another ten percent.
(End of the Chapter)
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