Wasted Spiritual Root to Embark on Demonic Cultivation

Chapter 131

The completion of the Demonic Embryo Mysterious Origin Curse signified that his goal of defying the heavens and altering fate was about to be realized. Refining the body or establishing a foundation could all be set aside for now.

"Finally succeeded."

At this moment, Wang Yu’s expression could not conceal his joy.

After raising Wang Wu for several years, he was finally about to use him. With dual spiritual root aptitude combined with the effect of the Idle Slot, he dared not imagine how much his cultivation speed would skyrocket.

He calmed his mind and let his divine sense sink into his body to examine his state.

As expected.

The spiritual root that had originally formed a cluster was now completely covered by black and crimson demonic patterns. It no longer had the appearance of root tendrils.

It had become the Mysterious Origin Demonic Embryo.

This was a demonic-path spiritual root aptitude, transformed on the foundation of the Five-Element Wasted Spiritual Roots.

The Five Element attributes still remained, and even Wang Yu’s previously mutated yin and ice-type water root had reverted back.After being compressed, they were absorbed into the body of the Mysterious Origin Demonic Embryo, as if transformed into the Five Qi within the chest, falling into complete silence, yet not disappearing.

The enhancements from practicing the Cold Blood Technique and Corpse Demon Secret Technique, as well as the induced mutations they brought, had also not disappeared. Instead, they manifested outside the Mysterious Origin Demonic Embryo.

Two runes, one ice-blue and the other black-gray, faint and incomplete, were imprinted upon the surface of the embryo. They were gradually fading away, transforming into nourishment for the embryo.

After careful observation, Wang Yu realized.

The Mysterious Origin Demonic Embryo had a special form, resembling a curled-up infant, much like the legendary Nascent Soul, except without facial features.

With it, Wang Yu possessed aptitude that encompassed any demonic-path method. It was completely different from orthodox "spiritual roots".

So-called seizing another’s aptitude meant absorbing their spiritual root to feed the Mysterious Origin Demonic Embryo. The stronger the embryo grew, the higher his demonic-path aptitude would become.

Therefore, it did not matter what spiritual root attribute was taken. The Mysterious Origin Demonic Embryo accepted all without rejection.

"So this is how it works."

As he pondered, Wang Yu entered the stone chamber. Inside, Wang Wu was kneeling on the ground, clothes in tatters, bound with iron chains. Hearing footsteps, his whole body trembled uncontrollably.

His eyes were full of terror. Seeing this, Wang Yu revealed a satisfied smile.

To perfectly seize another’s spiritual root, sharing a close bloodline was only the first condition. According to the process, it was also necessary to plant a "demonic thought," constantly eroding the target’s reason until complete corruption.

This imitated the heavenly demon’s method of possession, devouring everything of the target.

Whether the demonic thought could succeed and how long the corruption would take was never short, for the instinct of survival was difficult to resist. If one’s psychological defenses were broken in advance, the process would be much easier.

Thus, over the past several years, he had thought of every possible method to torment Wang Wu, utterly destroying his will, all for the sake of today’s act.

Of course, how much personal resentment was mixed in, only he himself knew.

The closer the two were, the more violently Wang Wu trembled.

When Wang Yu grasped his chin and forced his head up, Wang Wu shook like a sieve.

Fear had seeped into his very bones.

"Good. Look into my eyes."

Unconsciously, Wang Wu lifted his gaze. The instant their eyes met, Wang Yu’s pupils turned completely pitch black as he opened his mouth and uttered several strange syllables.

Invisible demonic thought quickly rooted itself within Wang Wu’s sea of consciousness, swelling as it absorbed great amounts of negative emotion. At the same time, Wang Yu whispered.

"Relax your body and mind. Do not resist."

"Relax… soon you will be freed."

"You will suffer no more pain, no more torment. You may sleep soundly and entrust everything to me."

Wang Wu’s expression loosened, yet his eyes grew wider and wider.

The blackness representing the demonic spread within his pupils like a kaleidoscope, seizing complete control over his body and mind.

Within less than the time it takes for one stick of incense to burn, Wang Wu completely collapsed and surrendered everything he had, finally finding release in this boundless sea of suffering.

The foundation prepared beforehand determined the efficiency at this moment.

Forming seals with his hands, Wang Yu took a deep breath and continued to utter strange syllables unlike any human language. At his ears came rustling sounds, as if some many-legged creatures were crawling in the darkness.

The demonic thoughts of Heavenly Demons were not a power without side effects. If a human cultivator wished to use it, he had to withstand the erosion of rationality within his heart.

Up to this point, he had relied entirely on feedback from the Idle Slots, so the pressure on Wang Yu himself had been almost nothing.

Now that he was personally casting it, such influence was unavoidable, yet his mastery of the secret incantation curse at the perfect level was enough to grant him immunity to this erosion.

This showed how immense the pressure was for others cultivating this secret incantation. If they recklessly used it before achieving perfection, it was far too easy to suffer backlash.

In a short while.

The illusory sound in his consciousness reached its limit. In reality, Wang Wu’s body was visibly shriveling at a speed detectable to the naked eye. Black filaments emerged from his pores one by one, eventually condensing into the form of a pill.

It quickly entered Wang Yu’s body.

At the root of spiritual aptitude that existed within but could not be found in his flesh, the pitch-black Mysterious Origin Demonic Embryo absorbed the nourishment of this offering.

At once, black and crimson demonic light burst forth. The runes upon it rapidly expanded, and two new spiritual root seals emerged.

One red and one green, representing the Fire Spiritual Root and the Wood Spiritual Root.

They were being devoured at a speed visible to the naked eye by the Mysterious Origin Demonic Embryo.

A long time later.

Wang Yu suddenly opened his eyes. His aura had not changed, but the feeling he gave off was entirely different.

After sensing carefully for a moment, Wang Yu laughed wildly.

“This is dual spiritual roots, this is superior-grade spiritual roots. Finally… I finally got my ticket!”

Looking again at the shriveled corpse before him, he touched it lightly, and it crumbled into dust.

“Dust returns to dust, earth returns to earth. The enmity between us is over.”

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Several days later.

Having experienced the exhilaration of cultivation with dual spiritual roots, he nearly felt as if he had ascended to the heavens. The speed was beyond all bounds.

In the past four years, he had refined four improved versions of supreme-grade Cold Blood Pills, increasing his spiritual power by sixty strands.

The consumption of this pill had nearly reached its limit, and a pill barrier had already formed within his body against Cold Blood Pills.

Through the effort of his two Idle Slots, he gained one hundred fifteen strands of spiritual power, while personal cultivation added three strands, for a total increase of one hundred seventy-eight strands.

Adding this to his original four hundred four strands, his total reached five hundred eighty-two strands.

This was a meteoric rise.

To reach the ninth layer of Qi Refining required seven hundred strands of spiritual power, leaving him short of only one hundred eighteen strands. Originally, this would still have taken several years.

But everything had changed.

The superior-grade aptitude of dual spiritual roots caused the amount of spiritual power he could gain daily from cultivation to soar, far surpassing the past and bringing about an earth-shaking transformation.

With the perfected Foundation Establishment technique, superior-grade aptitude, and the tireless feedback from the Idle Slots.

The efficiency of a single Idle Slot rose to fifty threads per day. With two Idle Slots, that was one hundred threads per day. What was it before? Only eight threads per day.

This was not merely ten times faster. To put it more directly, it was one strand per day, meaning he only needed one hundred eighteen days to reach the ninth layer of Qi Refining.

Only four months.

This speed, with dual spiritual roots, was just slightly inferior to a Heavenly Spiritual Root. After all, the difference between second place and first was a qualitative leap.

By comparison, his previous cultivation speed seemed like a joke.

It was no wonder the cultivation world regarded aptitude with such importance.