Record of a Demon's Cultivation Chapter 1523: God-Slaying Nether Needle

Four Spirit Treasures collided simultaneously with the dark gold lightning.

The result was the dark gold lightning scattering into countless golden electric snakes that writhed in the air for a moment before vanishing.

The four Spirit Treasures, their power depleted, plummeted to the ground.

This scene made the five of them realize:

Feng Xin was far more powerful than they had imagined!

Without even using a Spirit Treasure, he had casually cast a spell that nullified their combined attack. Worse, Wei Tiancheng's defensive spirit treasure had been shattered.

Even more terrifying, the heavenly light above gradually faded, leaving only a crimson glow.

The blood sea had completed its closure!

They were trapped within the surging blood sea!

Earlier, the five of them had jointly attacked the blood sea but had failed to break through it.

This meant they had no escape.

The five gathered together, looking around in panic.

Finally, their attention was drawn to a blood pillar rising from below.

Feng Xin's figure stood atop the blood pillar.

"Young Master Feng Xin, is there some misunderstanding between us?" Wei Wuren said, his face plastered with a fawning smile. "You are a core disciple of the Divine Blood Gate, while our Wei Clan has served the Rong Clan for generations. In a way, we are all part of the Divine Gate's extended family. There's no need for such hostility. Don't you agree, Young Master?"

The blood pillar beneath Song Wen's feet rose and stopped before the five men.

"There is no misunderstanding," Song Wen said calmly. "I am here for only one purpose: to eliminate you five."

The fawning smile on Wei Wuren's face froze. His lips trembled as he made a last-ditch effort.

"Why... why? Young Master, how has our Wei Clan offended you? We are willing to pay any price as compensation. Please, show mercy for the sake of our shared lineage! The entire Wei Clan will forever be grateful for your magnanimity. We will gladly serve you as your dogs and horses, brave any fire or water for you without hesitation!"

"You attempted to kill my recently ascended friend. That is a capital offense," Song Wen stated.

"But... that little friend isn't dead yet..."

Wei Wuren was about to say something more, but Wei Tiancheng interrupted him.

"Ancestor, there's no need to beg him. He won't spare us. Even if I, Wei Tiancheng, must die today, I will do so with my head held high, never kneeling for survival!"

Before Wei Tiancheng's impassioned words had even finished, a savage glint flashed across Wei Wuren's face, which had been utterly subservient moments before.

From the sleeve of his robe, a black light suddenly erupted.

The light was as fine as a hair, blending almost perfectly with the dim, blood-soaked surroundings. It moved so swiftly that even divine sense struggled to track it, leaving no trace of Spiritual Qi and betraying no killing intent. Utterly insidious and cunning, it shot straight for Song Wen's forehead.

Whether due to the close distance or Song Wen's overconfidence, he was caught completely off guard by the fatal ambush. The black light pierced his forehead and erupted from the back of his skull, trailing a wisp of blood mist.

"Hahaha..."

Wei Wuren erupted in manic laughter, his eyes fixed on the blood seeping from Song Wen's forehead. He cackled triumphantly, "Feng Xin! No matter how great your cultivation, you still fell into this old man's trap!"

"This is the God-Slaying Nether Needle, designed to destroy divine souls! Even a Great Ascension Stage cultivator would suffer severe damage and collapse if struck by this needle!"

"Hahaha..."

Wei Wuren's laughter abruptly cut off.

He noticed that the tiny blood hole between Feng Xin's brows had already healed completely, as if it had never been injured.

Furthermore, instead of the gradual loss of focus he had anticipated due to the destruction of the divine soul, Feng Xin was now looking at him with the expression one might reserve for an idiot.

"You... how did you..."

Song Wen curled his lips, losing interest in toying with him.

He raised his right hand and gently clenched it.

Instantly, waves of blood surged from the surrounding blood sea, rushing toward him.

Given Song Wen's cautious nature, even when certain of victory, he would never let himself be easily ambushed.

Wei Wuren's surprise attack had succeeded only because the figure before him was not Song Wen's true body, but a Blood Shadow Clone. There was no need for defense.

At most, he would lose a Blood Shadow Clone.

Recreating such a clone only cost Song Wen a trivial amount of spiritual power.

The Undying Blood Sea Yama Emperor Seal differed from the Blood Sea Seal. The former could create an unlimited number of Blood Shadow Clones, limited only by the user's spiritual power. The latter, however, had a fixed capacity; if all its clones were destroyed, it required a period of nurturing before it could create more.

Song Wen knew that the entity before them was merely a Blood Shadow Clone, but Wei Wuren and the others were unaware of this.

Wei Wuren couldn't understand why the God-Slaying Nether Needle had failed, but he knew that if the surrounding blood sea closed in, they would have no chance of survival. His expression turned frantic.

"Feng Xin... no! You can't kill us! If we five die, the entire Wei Clan will be destroyed, Wuyan City and the surrounding regions will fall into chaos without leadership, and the Rong Clan will never allow it..."

Though Wei Wuren begged for mercy, his hands moved swiftly, weaving a sword incantation. He summoned his flying sword and sent it slashing directly at the Blood Shadow Clone's head.

The Blood Shadow Clone possessed only half the strength of Song Wen's true body and lacked any secret arts or Spirit Treasures. Naturally, it couldn't withstand the sword strike and was instantly beheaded.

The Blood Shadow Clone then dissolved into a thick, viscous pool of blood that plummeted downward.

Witnessing this, Wei Wuren's eyes filled with endless despair.

So that's how it is...

No wonder the God-Slaying Nether Needle failed. This wasn't his true body at all—it was merely a manifestation of the blood sea.

How laughable. I racked my brains trying to distract him, desperate for an opening to strike, only to be dueling with an Incarnation all along.

The other four also fell into despair, the surging blood waves closing in on them.

Unwilling to perish so easily, they each unleashed their techniques against the encroaching blood, making one last desperate struggle.

Song Wen slowly raised his hand. The surging blood sea, like a hundred rivers converging into the sea, poured into his sleeve.

Yan Yuyan's figure gradually reappeared, but Wei Wuren and the others had vanished without a trace, not even a bone remained.

"Let's go!" Song Wen said calmly, soaring southward.

Yan Yuyan hurried to catch up, her voice filled with disbelief. "They... they're all dead?"

"Naturally," Song Wen replied.

Yan Yuyan's eyes widened.

Though she had only recently ascended, she had been hunted by the Wei Clan for days. From the market and rogue cultivators, she had gathered intelligence about the clan and had a basic understanding of their strength.

The Wei Clan's five strongest cultivators were all Body Integration Stage cultivators. Yet Ji Yin had single-handedly slaughtered them at their doorstep.

Then...

Ji Yin's cultivation...

Could it be that he had also reached the Body Integration Stage? And not just any Body Integration cultivator, but one of the absolute top tier?

But... hadn't he only ascended a little over three hundred years ago?

How could he possess such earth-shattering power?

Yan Yuyan's gaze toward Song Wen's retreating figure became infinitely more complex.