Wasted Spiritual Root to Embark on Demonic Cultivation

Chapter 198

After gathering a complete set.

It should be of some help for exploring the Suppressing Evil Prison of Jingzhao Town.

Earlier he had shared this speculation with Ding Ming, one of the True Disciples of Fierce Nether Peak.

Although he did not return to Jade Spirit City to meet again afterward, much information had already been exposed. He saw it clearly in the recorded images.

Ding Ming and Wei Shanze had clearly arrived later, yet they were the very first to appear within that pillar of heavenly light. It seemed as if they had triggered something.

As for the final ownership of the Rakshasa True Demonic Scripture, it was not yet known. Just as well, since Jin Miaoshan had obtained the Asura Slaughter Sacred Scripture. He could use this opportunity to contact her and ask.

Together with the news from Master Ye, a bead was also sent. Wang Yu had seen it before. It was precisely the supreme-grade communication bead treasure used to contact Jin Miaoshan.

After infusing True Essence to activate it.

This time only a face-image of Jin Miaoshan appeared, and it was somewhat blurry, likely due to the distance between them being too great.

“Daoist Wang, we meet again.”“Daoist Jin, state your conditions directly.”

The main ingredient of the Soul Essence Pill was called Soul Essence Flower in ancient times. In the present era it was called Ghost Cry Flower. Truthfully, Wang Yu did not know why the other party wanted to personally negotiate with him.

If he could refine the Soul Essence Pill, he was confident that within twenty years he could push his divine sense power to truly break through into the Core Formation realm.

The reason it would take so long was because the Ancient Soul Art first needed to be perfected. After all, it was only a second-rank divine sense cultivation art. Perhaps by using the power of the Idle Slot, he might deduce it further into third-rank.

But the time required would be unimaginably long.

Within the thin image, Jin Miaoshan’s mood seemed ordinary. Faced with Wang Yu’s blunt questioning, she did not respond directly, but instead said.

“All of the things you have done in Jade Spirit’s Golden Abundance Tower, I know. Therefore… I also know about the Soul Essence Pill.”

“And then?”

Wang Yu raised his brow. He had long suspected such a situation, but there was nothing he could do. Who told Golden Abundance Tower to be so useful? Jade Spirit City had no branch of Treasure Heaven Pavilion. That was simply reality.

Jin Miaoshan paused slightly, then began a lengthy explanation.

“The Soul Essence Pill is an ancient prescription, originating from one of the sects lost in antiquity, the Heavenly Soul Sect. It was a sect devoted solely to divine sense cultivation.

“Its founding ancestor even reached the Spirit Transformation realm. Unfortunately, he still perished during the Blood Demon Calamity. To some extent, the Heavenly Soul Sect and the Blood Reversal Sect, which inherited the orthodox legacy of the Blood Demon, were mortal enemies.

“And you, should possess the orthodox inheritance of the Heavenly Soul Sect, do you not?”

Wang Yu looked indifferent. The Blood Demon Calamity of the ancient era, also called the Lost Era, saw the Blood Demon had destroyed too many powers, almost causing a complete severing of the cultivation world.

But what did that have to do with Wang Yu?

“You want the inheritance of the Heavenly Soul Sect?”

“Of course. Tell me, and Golden Abundance Tower will deliver over a thousand stalks of Ghost Cry Flower to you. The other ingredients for refining the Soul Essence Pill will also be prepared.”

Jin Miaoshan’s eyes faintly carried expectation, though due to the blurriness of the image Wang Yu did not catch it.

Yet such eagerness made him think of a very likely possibility, almost making him laugh aloud.

Feigning thought for three breaths, Wang Yu then narrowed his eyes and said. “Very well. The old rule, we sign a Nether River Contract.”

“I, Wang, will transmit the fundamental cultivation method of the Heaven Soul Sect to you. Daoist Jin need only fulfill your earlier promise.”

“Good.”

The Nether River Contract was an extremely high-level contract. Even if the parties were separated by vast distance, the contract parchment would still manifest before each side. Transmission of the technique was even simpler, it could be spoken aloud.

As the black parchment emerged from the void, Jin Miaoshan no longer concealed herself and said impatiently.

“Begin.”

“The soul is the master within the spirit, the divine is the thought of man, the mind is the true self. Gather purple qi to nourish the spirit, absorb the sun’s essence to strengthen the mind, guide the lunar essence to wash the soul… this is the Ancient Soul…”

Wang Yu spoke unhurriedly, transmitting the technique slowly without altering a single character. The second-rank Ancient Soul Art he indeed passed on completely to Jin Miaoshan. It was all he knew.

After a short while.

Jin Miaoshan seemed to have gained some insight, but that calm state lasted only briefly before she grew anxious again.

“And then? The later content?!”

Wang Yu asked curiously.

“This is all that I, Wang, possess. Is it satisfactory?”

Jin Miaoshan froze. The boiling killing intent in her mind nearly broke loose. She forced herself to say.

“Only the second-rank portion… I thought you would at least have the third-rank Ancient Soul Art. Very well. A thousand complete sets of Soul Origin Pill materials will be delivered to Jade Spirit City Lord’s Mansion within half a month.”

Immediately the image closed. The space bead sub-body dissipated like smoke, turning into a handful of powder.

Wang Yu frowned deeply. Jin Miaoshan had seen through his intent to watch a show and perhaps extort her again, yet she did not explode in anger.

Instead she went along with it. Even at a loss, she still agreed. It must be that her desire for the Ancient Soul Art had reached an urgent, uncontrollable degree.

Her condition was clearly abnormal.

Judging from the case of the Blood Shackles and Chains, it was very likely that after switching to cultivate the Asura Slaughter Sacred Scripture a problem had arisen. Whether the fault lay with the person or with the cultivation art.

Wang Yu inclined toward believing it was both.

What was special about the Ancient Soul Art. A purely divine sense cultivation method. No. With Golden Abundance Tower’s strength, she could definitely find something similar.

That meant the inheritance of the Heavenly Soul Sect had a special effect.

“Ancient Soul...”

Wang Yu suddenly realized. The core inheritance of the Heavenly Soul Sect, the Ancient Soul Art, not only allowed cultivation up to the Spirit Transformation stage but in rank it was equal to the Asura Scripture.

Most importantly, it could bestow upon the divine soul the “Ancient Soul” anomaly.

This anomaly could make one immune to over ninety percent of the negative states in the cultivation world that targeted the divine soul.

“Jin Miaoshan has been eroded by Asura Slaughter Intent.”

This was a very straightforward and obvious result. She was now busy maintaining her sense of self and looking for a chance to save herself.

“It has nothing to do with me. The thousand portions of materials I exchanged are the true reward that belongs to me. I will use them when I return.”

The goods would arrive within half a month. Wang Yu did not stay long at the City Lord’s Mansion. After activating both Invisibility Techniques and Breath Concealment Spells, he secretly slipped out through the back door.

This was his first time leaving Jade Spirit City since arriving at Jade Spirit City. He would return in at most twenty days. He could not disappear for too long, so his vigilance was at the highest level.

As he moved toward the Eastern Extreme Capital ruins, he occasionally stopped to perform the Searching Mountain and Hunting Demon technique to probe the surrounding situation. If any cultivators approached, he would immediately avoid them.

He would never meet with any cultivator.

……

Seven days passed in the blink of an eye. A crimson wasteland appeared before his eyes.

This was part of the ruins completely erased by the last battle. The ground here was soaked with the blood of cultivators, and at the very center were two bottomless pits.

They were the traces left by the pillar of inheritance light.

It was said that afterwards some cultivators entered through these pits, attempting to directly reach the depths of the Eastern Extreme Capital ruins. However, those who went in were never seen again.

Therefore, Wang Yu did not plan to take shortcuts. After staying away from this battlefield, he arrived at the true entrance of the ruins, an ancient complex of surface-level buildings.

Centered around these ancient structures, there were also many temporary dwellings built by cultivators, or even cave-like houses carved directly out of earth and rock.

These people truly had a fondness for caves.

Over time, these temporary residences left behind by predecessors had formed into a small marketplace-like settlement. But the people here rarely communicated and remained wary of others.

When Wang Yu arrived, he saw only five or six people.

At this stage, the number of those still exploring was estimated to be fewer than three hundred. For such vast ruins, that was an extremely small number.

From intelligence reports, Wang Yu was already more than familiar with this place.

But no matter how much one heard or read, without personally seeing and experiencing, it still felt unfamiliar.

He had only twenty days. Fourteen days would be spent on the journey, leaving six actual days of exploration. He planned to first wander around the outskirts, personally experience the environment, and then plan the route for his next deeper expedition.

This was an ancient ruin that had existed for countless years. He would definitely enter more than once, so it was good to adapt early.

Wang Yu once again brought out the cautious attitude he had back during his first long journey to Blackbone Mountain. That felt like a very long time ago now.

……

Deep underground.

Two clusters of cold flame illuminated the surroundings. Invisible divine sense power spread out with the colorless ripples of the Searching Mountain and Hunting Demon secret technique, penetrating the obstructions of buildings and terrain.

Everything within one kilometer was transmitted in detail back to his mind. This was the technique’s maximum range. If he extended perception in one direction, it could reach up to fifteen kilometers.

After passing through the ruins of ancient buildings on the surface, which had long since been cleared out, he truly entered the dangerous underground environment. Darkness was the greatest problem here.

Too bright a light source would attract the attention of ancient corpse monsters, so using cold flames for illumination was a wise choice. They emitted only cold light.

At the moment, he was using his secret technique to search for monsters.

Active ancient corpses, corpse fiends, corpse demons, ghost bats, and so on.

“Found one.”

Not long after, the light of the cold flames vanished. Wang Yu relied on his divine sense together with his Taiyin Nether Eyes, viewing the darkness almost as if it were nothing. But divine sense consumed far faster than True Essence and recovered much slower.

Therefore he had to use it sparingly. Unlike True Essence, he had a large supply of supreme-grade recovery pills, so his True Essence had never dropped below thirty percent.

It was a corpse demon.

Three meters tall, humanoid, with arms that dragged to the ground. Its claws carried intense corpse poison. Its entire body was pitch-black and covered in long hair. Some even grew red hair, a sign of ill omen and disaster.

It possessed tremendous strength, moved with the speed of wind, and had extraordinary stealth talent and an almost undying regenerative ability. For cultivators below the third rank, it was a nightmare-level killer.

In the Crimson Kite Demonic Domain, they were widely feared, and even here in this ancient ruin, they were a rare species. The more common ones were corpse fiends, which belonged to the class of demonic creatures.

Therefore, despite the similar names, their racial classifications were completely different.

Wang Yu returned to his old ways, hiding in the darkness and waiting for a chance to strike.

This corpse demon was playing with a skull. From the remaining flesh and signs of decay, it was clearly left behind from the last exploration frenzy.

The key point was that beneath it sat an object Wang Yu knew well.

Ancient Evil Treasure: Bloodstained Shackles.

Two wooden planks joined together, with circular holes to imprison the hands, forming a square restraint. Together with chains that sealed the five limbs, it was a complete set.