Record of a Demon's Cultivation Chapter 1450: Ji Yin, Until We Meet Again in the Next Life

Translator: CinderTL

The nine Demon Kings of the Willow Serpent Clan clashed instantly with over a dozen Demon Kings from the Five Great Demon Clans.

One side, consumed by fury, swore to suppress all the rebellious Five Great Demon Clans.

The other side, full of righteous indignation, vowed to overthrow the Willow Serpent Clan’s long-standing tyrannical rule.

Their battle was world-shattering, so destructive that only eighth-tier demons could participate, while others fled in terror.

Meanwhile, sixth and seventh-tier demonic beasts from the Five Great Demon Clans descended upon the Willow Serpent Clan’s outer territories to slaughter low-tier Willow Serpents.

The Willow Serpent Clan, with its own vast numbers of sixth and seventh-tier demonic beasts, refused to stand idly by.

Cataclysmic battles erupted across the Willow Serpent Clan’s borders.

Song Wen, however, paid no attention to the ongoing conflict. As soon as King Lu Yao departed, he immediately plunged into a nearby pool.

With the Willow Serpent Clan’s strongest warriors engaged in the main battle, no one noticed Song Wen’s escape.

He swam over a hundred li underwater, smoothly reaching the Rainbow Water Spirit Field.

Though the field lay beneath the water, an invisible barrier, maintained by some mysterious force, created a dry zone spanning over ten li.

Perhaps because all the high-level experts of the Willow Serpent Clan had gone to war, Song Wen saw no one either inside or outside the barrier.

He approached the barrier and transformed his left hand into a withered claw, wreathed in swirling corpse qi. With a sudden thrust, he struck the barrier.

Clang!

A thunderous crash echoed, yet the barrier remained intact.

Song Wen’s left hand, however, split open, and crimson blood slowly seeped out.

His right hand clenched empty air, and the Nine Calamity Heaven-Measuring Sword materialized in his palm.

As he channeled spiritual power into the short sword, it began to glow with a faint, dark light.

Simultaneously, blood mist rose from Song Wen’s body as he activated the Blood Spirit Sacrifice, converting his entire blood essence into spiritual power.

The depleted blood essence was rapidly replenished through the Blood Sea Seal.

The power of the Nine Calamity Heaven-Measuring Sword surged, its released Sword Qi forcing the surrounding lake water to retreat.

The dark light on the sword grew more intense, eventually engulfing Song Wen’s figure.

From a distance, the already dark seabed seemed to reveal an even deeper, blacker void.

With a twist of his wrist, Song Wen thrust the sword forward.

Boom!

The short sword pierced the barrier, unleashing a deafening roar.

Violent energy surged in all directions.

The hundred-li wide lake erupted in a colossal wave.

The invisible barrier shattered instantly.

Song Wen was thrown back dozens of zhang.

He sheathed the Nine Calamity Heaven-Measuring Sword and shook his right hand.

The powerful recoil had left him in agony; the flesh between his thumb and index finger was mangled and bloody.

Song Wen sprang forward, diving toward the Spirit Field.

The lake water had been temporarily forced back by the lingering force, but it would soon flood back, potentially damaging the spirit grass.

His divine sense swept across the entire Spirit Field, instantly locating the Yaoguang Lotus.

At the center of the field stood a pond built with Blue Stone.

The water within seemed unlike ordinary lake water, emitting a hazy aura of Spiritual Qi.

In the northwest corner of the pond, a lotus bloomed in dazzling splendor.

The flower was about the size of a large bowl. Its seven translucent petals, clear as ice crystals, had fully unfurled, and its stamen glowed with a crimson-gold light—undoubtedly the Yaoguang Lotus.

Instead of directly plucking the Yaoguang Lotus, Song Wen summoned a Blood-colored Tentacle from his hand.

The tentacle snaked along the lotus stem, pierced the water’s surface, and plunged into the mud below.

After coiling around the mud, the tentacle retracted, bringing the lotus—complete with its stem and root—to the surface.

Since the lotus petals could cleanse meridians, purge marrow, and reshape the spirit root, its root must be equally extraordinary. Song Wen wouldn’t let it pass.

He summoned a three-foot-wide jade box and placed the entire Yaoguang Lotus inside.

After storing the box, his gaze swept across the rest of the Spirit Field.

The field was divided into nine plots, each containing a single Spirit Herb.

Uninterested in identifying the remaining herbs or checking their maturity, Song Wen shot out eight tentacles. These tentacles uprooted the other eight Spirit Herbs, each one sealed in a jade box before Song Wen shot skyward.

Only then did the forced-back lake water surge back into the basin.

Song Wen broke through the churning surface of the water, and the roar of battle immediately flooded his ears.

The war between the Willow Serpent Clan and the Five Great Demon Clans raged on.

The battle between their Demon Kings was particularly cataclysmic, shaking the very foundations of heaven and earth.

The night sky was torn to shreds by the violent clash of demon power and the dazzling interplay of spells and spiritual light. Blazing flames and icy radiance intertwined, illuminating the entire firmament as if it were day.

The lingering force of the battle surged outward like a furious sea, leveling mountains and cracking the earth in its path.

Song Wen didn’t dare linger. He swiftly raced toward King Jianglin’s cultivation cave.

He had left a Gu insect outside the cave earlier to monitor King Jianglin, ensuring she hadn’t suddenly regained her mobility.

From afar, Song Wen used his divine sense to check on the Gu. A jolt of alarm ran through him.

The Gu was still clinging motionlessly to a crevice outside the cave, confirming that King Jianglin hadn’t left.

However, the scene outside the cave had been completely transformed.

The mountain peak where the cave was located had been devastated by the battle’s lingering force, its slopes reduced to rubble.

The entrance to the cave was completely buried under the debris.

Qing Lian hovered above the rubble, her face etched with anxiety.

"Ji Yin, are you inside the cave?"

"Ji Yin, come out quickly..."

Qing Lian’s desperate shouts went unanswered.

With a wave of her hand, she summoned a fierce gale that sent the rubble flying.

Boom!

A thunderous roar erupted behind her. A colossal stone cone, hundreds of feet long, shot from an unseen source and slammed into the pool behind her.

The impact sent a massive wave crashing forward, carrying a violent lingering force that surged toward her.

Struck by the lingering force, Qing Lian was sent flying uncontrollably through the air, hurtling toward the shattered mountainside ahead.

Massive gouts of blood erupted from her mouth, scattering through the air before being shattered into blood mist by the lingering force, swirling together toward the mountainside.

A flicker of panic crossed Qing Lian’s eyes.

The lingering force had already shattered her protective spiritual light and inflicted severe internal injuries. Worse, it had disrupted the flow of demon essence through her meridians, leaving her temporarily unable to channel it for defense. If caught again by the lingering force and slammed into the mountain, her injuries would be far more severe, even life-threatening.

Her gaze suddenly dropped to the entrance of the cultivation cave, revealed as she had cleared the rubble.

The panic in her eyes vanished, replaced by profound sorrow.

Ji Yin... perhaps we will never see each other again.

(End of the Chapter)

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