Record of a Demon's Cultivation Chapter 1419: Journey to the Willow Serpent Clan
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Translator: CinderTL
Song Wen tunneled underground for over a million miles in a single breath, only surfacing when he was certain the azure fox could no longer pursue him.
He stood by the bank of a great river, gazing at the surging waters as he pondered his next move.
Currently, he had two pressing matters to address.
First, he needed to obtain the array disk for the teleportation array from Yuanrong. Daoist Monarch Yongcheng’s storage ring had fallen into Yuanrong’s hands, and the array disk was undoubtedly with him.
Second, he needed to travel to the Willow Serpent Clan to secure the Yaoguang Lotus. During his use of the Truth-Hearing Technique on the Eighth-Tier Azure Fox, he had learned the Willow Serpent Clan’s location.
After a moment of contemplation, Song Wen decided to prioritize the journey to the Willow Serpent Clan.
The first task was simply too difficult, so he resolved to postpone it. He would revisit the matter after returning from the Willow Serpent Clan.
Moreover, there was an alternative approach: regaining Yuanrong’s trust. However, this was no easier than seizing the array disk by force. Yuanrong had already revealed his murderous intent toward Song Wen. To eliminate any future threats, Yuanrong would never trust Song Wen again, regardless of whether Song Wen had truly betrayed him. If they were to meet again, Yuanrong would likely strike with lethal force.
The Willow Serpent Clan’s territory lay far to the west, over two hundred million li away.
Surrounded by demon beasts on the Western Rong Continent, Song Wen dared not use his Giant Flying Ship. Instead, he traveled swiftly through the clouds high above.
The first hundred million li of his journey proceeded smoothly. He meticulously avoided any areas with concentrated Spiritual Qi, encountering no dangers.
But as he crossed a vast lake, disaster struck—
The calm surface of the lake suddenly exploded, and from the towering waves emerged the head of a Flood Dragon, its scales a mottled blue-black.
The dragon’s head was colossal, its crimson vertical pupils like two blood-red moons, fixed intently on Song Wen in mid-air.
With each exhale, the dragon exhaled icy mist that coalesced into two serpentine white pythons, which shot toward Song Wen.
Even before the pythons reached him, Song Wen felt a bone-chilling cold that seemed to freeze his spiritual power, slowing its flow.
His heart jolted with alarm, and a blood sea erupted beneath his feet.
The white pythons crashed into the blood sea, causing violent waves to surge. At the point of impact, white ice crystals rapidly formed and spread outward in all directions.
The blood sea suddenly erupted with a dense, bloody stench, instantly dispersing the chilling aura and shattering the white ice crystals.
A flash of thunderlight erupted behind Song Wen, and a pair of black wings materialized on his back.
With a powerful flap of his wings, Song Wen transformed into a bolt of lightning, preparing to flee.
The Flood Dragon lurking in the lake below was a late-stage seventh-tier beast, possessing both the advantage of terrain and no apparent reason to engage in a life-or-death struggle. Song Wen had no desire to fight it to the death.
However, the Flood Dragon had no intention of letting Song Wen escape.
Its colossal, hundreds-of-zhang-long body suddenly surfaced.
With a sweeping motion of its massive tail, it unleashed a towering, ten-thousand-zhang-high wave.
The wave surged skyward, but as its momentum waned, it didn’t crash back into the lake. Instead, the entire mass of water rapidly coalesced into a colossal block of solid ice.
The ice block, as massive as a mountain, hurtled toward Song Wen with a deafening roar.
Song Wen’s expression turned icy cold as the Nine Calamity Heaven-Measuring Sword materialized in his hand.
As Song Wen’s body gradually withered, his spiritual power surged into the sword like a tidal wave. The Nine Calamity Heaven-Measuring Sword began to emit a dark, abyssal glow, as if a Black Hole had suddenly appeared in the sky, devouring even the blazing sun’s radiant light.
"Vile beast, meet your end!"
Even a clay figure has a temper!
The short sword shot forth with a whoosh, aiming straight for the Flood Dragon’s head.
Sensing the sword’s terrifying power, the Flood Dragon twisted its massive body and plunged into the water.
Simultaneously, it summoned an iceberg, which roared toward Song Wen.
Before the Nine Calamity Heaven-Measuring Sword could strike the water’s surface, the iceberg crashed into the blood sea beneath Song Wen’s feet.
The colossal impact shattered the iceberg into countless fragments.
The blood sea, unable to withstand the force, exploded into a crimson rain that scattered across the sky, mingling with the shattered ice crystals as they plummeted into the lake.
Song Wen’s figure dissolved into the bloody downpour.
He reappeared tens of miles below, emerging from the only remaining fragment of the blood sea—a half-zhang-sized remnant.
His form grew increasingly gaunt, while the Nine Calamity Heaven-Measuring Sword’s power continued to intensify.
Boom!
Just as the sword was about to pierce the lake’s surface, a colossal pillar of water erupted skyward, colliding with the blade.
The water pillar shattered instantly.
Yet the Nine Calamity Heaven-Measuring Sword descended with undiminished force.
Clang!
A face-basin-sized, dark green scale shot from the water’s surface, hurtling toward the sword.
The dark blue-black scales had clearly detached from the Flood Dragon’s body. Realizing the Nine Calamity Heaven-Measuring Sword was too formidable, the creature began fighting desperately.
But like the water columns, the scales proved utterly vulnerable, shattering into fragments upon impact.
Clang—clang—clang!
The metallic clash of sword and scale echoed incessantly.
Scale after scale shot forth from the water, yet none survived, each being pulverized into dust.
When the forty-ninth scale shattered, the Nine Calamity Heaven-Measuring Sword’s brilliance finally dimmed, and it was sent flying backward.
A hundred miles beneath the surface, the Flood Dragon’s head and neck were a bloody mess, stripped of their scales by its desperate efforts.
A flicker of lingering fear flashed in its blood-moon-like eyes.
Its body tensed like an arrow drawn taut, and it continued its headlong descent into the abyss.
The scales on its head and neck were the most resilient on its body. Another strike like that, and it might not survive.
Yet, to its horror, it discovered that the surrounding dark waters had suddenly filled with crimson droplets.
These droplets surged from all directions, instantly ensnaring its body.
As the droplets merged, they coalesced into a tentacle that coiled tightly around its form.
The Flood Dragon thrashed violently, desperate to break free from the Blood-colored Tentacle’s grip, but no matter how fiercely it struggled, it couldn’t sever the tendril.
Instead, the tentacle followed the wounds on its head, beginning to burrow into its flesh.
(End of the Chapter)
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