Record of a Demon's Cultivation Chapter 1516: Corpse Demon Sect, Ji Yin!

Song Wen soared through the air, heading north from the market.

His speed was astonishing, like a lightning bolt.

At such extreme velocity, Song Wen didn't even bother using his divine sense to scan his surroundings. Instead, he relied on the shadow void to monitor an area spanning ten thousand li in all directions.

Although Yan Yuyan had fled north from the city, that didn't necessarily mean her destination lay in that direction. To avoid being tracked, she would undoubtedly change course mid-journey. In fact, given her desperate flight, Yan Yuyan likely had no fixed destination at all, instead adapting to circumstances and seizing opportunities as they arose.

Therefore, Song Wen held little hope of finding Yan Yuyan somewhere north of the market. However, lacking any more concrete leads, he had no choice but to head north and try his luck.

Yet, after traveling a million li due north, the shadow void's voice suddenly echoed in his mind:

"Master, the Spiritual Qi fluctuations to the east are abnormal. It seems someone is engaged in combat."

Song Wen's eyes lit up. He immediately changed course and sped eastward.

A hundred breaths later, the distant rumble of battle faintly reached his ears.

He continued advancing toward the source of the battle, and gradually, the combatants entered the range of his divine sense.

One side consisted of six individuals: two Divine Transformation Stage cultivators and four Nascent Soul cultivators, who were besieging a gray-robed woman.

As Song Wen had suspected, the woman was Yan Yuyan.

Yan Yuyan was clearly on the defensive, relying on a sword formation to barely withstand the relentless attacks from her six opponents. She was already at her limit and wouldn't be able to hold out much longer.

The sword formation, originally meant to trap and kill enemies, had now become a protective shield, firmly enclosing Yan Yuyan within its shimmering barrier.

Yan Yuyan channeled every last drop of her remaining spiritual power, her fingers flashing with spiritual light as she continuously wove sword incantations.

Nine flying swords intertwined into an impenetrable silver net, their radiant blades flowing like an inverted Milky Way cascading from the Nine Heavens. Yet even this dazzling display was steadily shrinking under the relentless onslaught.

The spiritual light of the sword formation's barrier dimmed further, and a flicker of despair gradually crept into Yan Yuyan's eyes.

She had exhausted every secret art she knew, and every mystic treasure she possessed had been unleashed.

Having deployed all her resources, she still couldn't break through the encirclement and escape.

She had exhausted all her skills and resources, truly at her wit's end.

In a daze, she suddenly recalled her triumphant glory before ascension.

Back then, she had been peerless in beauty, her crimson robes blazing like fire. Throughout the Tianyuan Realm, few could rival her; with a single thought, she could shake mountains and rivers, and with a single sword strike, she could annihilate ten thousand foes.

On the day of her ascension, countless rays of celestial light had greeted her, and the entire realm had celebrated her arrival—a spectacle of unparalleled grandeur.

Yet, merely three days after ascending, she was now hunted like a stray dog, forced to flee for her life, her situation growing more perilous by the moment.

Even before ascending, she had anticipated that her status in the mystic realm would be far less revered than in the Lower Realm.

The mystic realm was vast and teeming with formidable cultivators; a Divine Transformation Stage cultivator like herself was merely an ant in this grand arena.

She had planned to tread cautiously upon arrival, emulating her early days in the Immortal Cultivation World—proceeding with utmost prudence and gradually advancing her ambitions.

However, reality proved far more brutal and treacherous than she had imagined.

She had ascended near Wuyan City, a metropolis so colossal that its existence would have been inconceivable in the Lower Realm.

Moreover, the extraordinary phenomena accompanying her ascension had drawn the attention of numerous cultivators.

The moment she emerged from the spatial portal, three individuals claiming to be members of the Wei Clan's guard from Wuyan City had blocked her path.

Among the three, the leader was a young cultivator in the mid-Divine Transformation stage.

He introduced himself as Wei Ziming, possessing a handsome appearance with a fair complexion and crimson lips. He carried a folding fan, his eyes radiating an unsettling lecherous aura that seemed impossible to dispel.

Upon meeting her, Wei Ziming made no attempt to conceal his intentions, bluntly demanding that she become his concubine. Before she could even respond, he impatiently reached out to pull her into his arms.

Instantly repulsed, she yearned to summon her natal magic treasure—the Smoke Condensing Sword—and behead him.

However, mindful of her recent arrival in the mystic realm, she suppressed her murderous intent and sternly rejected Wei Ziming's insolent demand.

Far from being deterred by her refusal, Wei Ziming's eyes burned with an even more sinister glint. His gaze roamed incessantly between her chest and lower abdomen, his mouth spewing vulgarities.

Faced with his relentless harassment, her suppressed killing intent finally erupted. As Wei Ziming reached out to caress her cheek, the Smoke Condensing Sword materialized in a flash of lightning-like cold light, cleaving him in two.

The blade severed not only his physical body but also his divine soul and nascent soul, splitting them into halves as well.

Having killed Wei Zimuo, Yan Yuyan dared not linger. She swiftly eliminated the two Nascent Soul Stage attendants he had brought and fled. But how could she so easily escape after killing members of the Wei Clan in broad daylight?

The Wei Clan launched an endless pursuit against her.

Fortunately, the mystic realm was vast, with ample wilderness where she could hide. Yet the sheer number of Wei Clan cultivators, coupled with the bounty they offered, drew rogue cultivators from all corners to join the hunt.

For three days, she had been dodging and hiding, even swapping her signature red robes for an inconspicuous gray robe, yet she was constantly discovered. She had already endured countless battles, large and small, and sustained numerous injuries. Though she clung to life by a thread, her spiritual power and divine sense were nearly exhausted.

Death and the dissipation of her Dao seemed inevitable.

Yan Yuyan lifted her head and gazed at the sky.

There, not a cloud marred the radiant sunlight.

Around her, verdant mountains rose in layered waves.

This... is the mystic realm?

The place I've yearned for since entering the Immortal Cultivation World?

Now that she saw it, it didn't seem quite as wonderful as she had imagined.

I wonder if Master is doing well?

Her master had ascended centuries ago. By now, she must have firmly established herself in the mystic realm.

Yan Yuyan's thoughts drifted, causing a flaw to appear in her sword formation.

The six attackers immediately seized the opportunity, aiming for a decisive blow.

But just then—

A vast, overwhelming pressure, like an abyss or a boundless sea, descended upon them.

Pfft!

Yan Yuyan could no longer maintain her stance, violently coughing up a mouthful of blood.

The sword formation shattered instantly. Her nine flying swords let out mournful cries as their spiritual light faded, plummeting from the sky.

Yan Yuyan staggered, unable to maintain her aerial posture, and began to fall rapidly.

The six attackers fared no better. Their mystic treasures lost control, and they too plummeted downward.

Boom, boom, boom...

With a series of dull thuds, the six attackers crashed into the ground, each creating a deep crater.

Yan Yuyan, however, didn't hit the ground. Just a few meters above the surface, a gentle force halted her descent, holding her suspended in mid-air.

In the next instant, her vision blurred, and a figure appeared before her.

"Fellow Daoist Yan, I trust you're well?" the newcomer said warmly, a faint smile gracing his lips.

Yan Yuyan was momentarily stunned.

Anyone who knew her name must be from the Lower Realm. In the mystic realm, she had never revealed her identity to anyone.

After a moment of scrutiny, she hurriedly spoke.

"Thank you for your timely rescue, Senior. May I ask... your esteemed name?"

"Ji Yin, of the Corpse Demon Sect."