novelraw Chapter 219
Chapter 219
Under the violent impact on their minds, their divine senses seemed to momentarily break free from the control of the Heart-Controlling Demonic Sound, yet they did not fully awaken. Instead, with red eyes, they suddenly began fighting one another.
No, it could not even be called fighting.
It was simply one slitting another’s throat, the other stabbing into his chest, without any resistance, both perishing together in a state of madness.
The Heart-Controlling Demonic Sound was terrifyingly effective against divine senses weaker than its own. Like puppets on strings, they were completely manipulated. He could only achieve this because his divine sense was far stronger than theirs.
However, once reaching the Core Formation stage, this second-rank secret art was no longer sufficient—unless he could evolve it into a third-rank technique.
Compared to the inheritance of the Ancient Heavenly Soul Sect, Wang Yu was actually more curious about the origin of the Inheritance of Master Yin Crow. But now was not the time for such thoughts.
At that moment, the sweeping battle had ended.
Wang Yu swiftly flew over, drawing all the living souls into the Ghost-Weeping Flute, waiting for the artifact to refine them into tangible Soul-Devouring Yin Crows.
After collecting all the storage pouches and corpses, he murmured softly.
“Both the Evil Armor and the treasure need souls. Not enough to feed them.”Saying this, he shifted his attention toward the two Core Formation battlefields.
On one side, the third-rank Iron Puppet battled the Lunar Yin Fiend Corpse. Both were incredibly tough, maintaining a barely even fight, though slightly on the losing end.
But over on Qingyang’s side, the situation was dire.
He had just entered the first layer of Core Formation, his life-bound artifact newly refined, and his life-bound divine ability not yet successfully engraved. On top of that, he was distracted by sealing the battlefield and controlling the Iron Puppet, he was completely suppressed.
His scholar’s robe was in tatters, his shoulder had been blasted open, blood pouring out. The aura of Yellow Springs ghost energy corroded his body, half of him already frozen with frost. He was on the verge of defeat.
The situation was critical. Even with Wang Yu’s help, their chance of victory was slim.
He had to reverse the disadvantage first.
Now was no time to think of holding back trump cards. He needed to save Qingyang’s life first. The two had fought side by side through life and death many times, their bond was deep.
It could be said that Qingyang was the person Wang Yu trusted the most since his days in Jade Spirit City.
With a thought, the distant Lunar Yin Corpse ignored its opponent’s attacks and suddenly bowed toward the other battlefield.
Curse of Yin Corpse Descending Evil!
The Lunar Revolving Moon. The zombie worships the moon. A terrifying corpse-path curse descended from afar.
The Core Formation cultivator of Yellow Springs Monastery, who had been about to strike Qingyang down, suddenly froze.
The Moon’s Evil Power descended upon him, weakening his essence, qi, and spirit by half.
His relentless assault stalled. Qingyang, who had fought alongside Wang Yu many times, immediately realized the rare opportunity. Gritting his teeth, he spat out a mouthful of essence blood.
Using blood to sacrifice his artifact, his life-bound treasure Crimson Crown Brush burst forth with boundless power. Using the void as his canvas, he attempted to draw dark ink lines upon his enemy’s body.
He had no time to charge up the ancestral relic, so he could only try to use his still-unfinished life-bound divine art—Divine Painting Technique.
The brush stroke was as dazzling as a startled swan. He attempted to erase the connection between the enemy’s head and body. Such a power was astonishing—truly worthy of an inheritance from the Ancient Immortal Dynasty.
However, his opponent was a Core Formation cultivator of Yellow Springs Monastery.
Having obtained a portion of that hegemonic sect’s true legacy, and possessing the cultivation of the third layer of Core Formation, he was far beyond what Qingyang could shake.
Yellow Springs ghost mist surged from his body, blocking the erasing ink marks. He roared in fury.
“Lowly rogue cultivator! Today I shall show you what a true superior divine art is!”
In an instant, the heavens dimmed.
The dark clouds formed by the Three-Tailed Snow Fox were devoured by an even greater vortex. The Core Formation cultivator spread his hands wide, and pale-white flames descended from the sky, enveloping everything.
A colossal skull, nearly a thousand meters high and shaped like a small mountain, suddenly appeared in midair.
Wang Yu immediately recognized the divine art.
Yellow Springs Skull!
One of the lesser inheritances of the White Bone Demonic God Manifestation. The Manifestation itself was a must-learn art for Spirit Transformation experts. Being from a hegemonic power, this man’s path was quite similar to Wang Yu’s own.
Even if he had not obtained the sect’s complete legacy, upon breaking through to Core Formation, he could still select one of many superior inheritances to cultivate.
Even if not the very highest tier, it was more than enough to crush rogue cultivators and build an unshakable foundation.
This technique was far more terrifying than the Three-Pellet Flame Spit. Though both were at the third layer of Core Formation, the difference in strength was vast as heaven and earth.
Only now did Wang Yu truly understand the gap in power.
He and Qingyang had slain three Core Formation cultivators before, including an old veteran like the Earth Puppet Demon. This had given him the illusion that Core Formation cultivators were easy to deal with.
In truth, that was only because they had faced rogue cultivators and second-rate sects like the Demon Valley.
But now, even an unknown Core Formation cultivator from Yellow Springs Monastery was giving him overwhelming pressure.
“Qingyang, run!”
Knowing the battle was hopeless, Wang Yu no longer thought of killing them all. Survival came first.
“Run? Do you think you can run?!”
That cultivator laughed maniacally. Under his control, the Yellow Springs Skull spewed forth white bone demonic flame.
Already heavily wounded and barely able to resist, Qingyang had no chance of holding it back.
Just as despair filled him, and he wondered if he had chosen the wrong path altogether, Wang Yu’s third-rank melee puppet suddenly appeared and flung him away.
Stunned, he instantly understood Wang Yu’s intention.
Without saying a word, he fled toward the distance, heart heavy with gratitude.
The puppet, engulfed by the demonic flames, began to melt almost instantly.
As the saying goes: “The servant’s pain is not the master’s.” The third-rank puppet was not something Wang Yu had painstakingly refined himself, and it was not as easy to control as the Lunar Yin Corpse.
Without hesitation, he activated its self-destruction mechanism.
Such a function was standard for puppets—unlike living cultivators, their ability to self-destruct was often built-in. Under Wang Yu’s control, the puppet charged straight through the bone flames.
As it neared the Yellow Springs Skull, it exploded violently.
Covering an area of ten miles, Wang Yu, who had long been prepared, used the power of the Yin Corpse-Nurturing Coffin to draw the Demonic Corpse back.
The Three-Tailed Snow Fox was quick and intelligent. Though it only harassed from the edges, it stayed quite close to Wang Yu. At this moment, it hid inside the Spirit Beast Pouch, completing the retreat formation.
Wang Yu flipped over and hid within the coffin, falling toward the Thunderfall Abyss.
The second Core Formation cultivator, upon seeing this, showed no intention of blocking him. Grabbing Qingyang’s third-rank Iron Puppet, he quickly fled beyond the explosion range.
The rewards from this battle were already great enough. There was no need for him to risk being caught in the self-detonation.
Immediately after.
A thunderous explosion that could be heard throughout Jade Spirit City erupted. The earth was plowed layer after layer, soon gouged into a basin. When the white light and dust finally dispersed, a coughing sound came from the center.
The cultivator who had used the Yellow Springs Skull had blood at the corner of his mouth, clearly suffering serious injuries. The effect of the Corpse Summoning Demonic Curse still lingered on his body. He turned his gaze toward his companion ten miles away.
His voice was hoarse, his expression filled with irritation.
“Qi Sheng, I’ll chase after Qingyang. You go to the Thunderfall Abyss and capture Wang Yu alive.”
The Core Formation cultivator named Qi Sheng could not refuse. Though the abyss was dangerous, for a cultivator of the Yellow Springs Monastery, it was still within tolerable range.
Compared to ordinary rogue cultivators, he knew more of this area’s hidden matters.
The order to capture him alive was because Wang Yu knew about Elder Dizang’s affairs. He had to be brought back and interrogated.
Thus he replied, “Understood. You’d better hurry. The commotion here is too great. The surrounding cities all belong to the Blood Reversal Sect. If we are caught—”
“You don’t need to remind me. You should think about how to catch Wang Yu in that maze-like terrain.”
After speaking, he was swallowed by Yellow Springs Ghost Mist, his figure vanishing completely.
Qi Sheng then patted the Spirit Beast Pouch at his waist, and a large bat with a soft pink pig-like nose emerged.
“Fragrant Silk Bat, find the owner of this trace of aura.”
The aura he had gathered did not belong to Wang Yu but to the Lunar Yin Demonic Corpse.
The Fragrant Silk Bat was a rare spirit beast. Its sense of smell was a thousand times stronger than that of canine-type spirit beasts. Even if separated by thousands of miles, it could gradually close in on the target. Its perception ability also far surpassed that of ordinary bats.
Even when venturing deep into the Thunderfall Abyss, it would never get lost.
With such a strange beast assisting him, Qi Sheng had no worries about failing to locate Wang Yu.
……
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Within the bottomless pit.
After leaping in, Wang Yu avoided the aftermath of the puppet’s self-detonation and immediately took out the Lunar Yin Corpse-Nurturing Coffin. Activating the Frost Moon Wings, he sped downward. He had yet to escape danger.
When he had acted to rescue Qingyang, he had already planned his next move.
Regardless of the battle’s outcome, the Jade Spirit City Lord’s Mansion would surely be razed to the ground by the furious Yellow Springs Monastery Core Formation cultivators.
He was trapped by a formation and had to find a way out.
With such commotion, the entire city would be alarmed. In the central district’s ruins, with only the Heaven Treasure Pavilion remaining, whether Han Jia was willing or not, he would have to alert the Blood Reversal Sect.
Moreover, the two were on close terms.
If Han Jia sent someone to report to Cloud Ridge Prefecture City at the same time as when Wang Yu had previously delivered his first message, even a Nascent Soul expert might be drawn here. The crisis could then resolve itself.
At present it was midsummer, the temperature extremely high, and thunderstorms rare. It was not the season when the Thunderfall Abyss erupted frequently, making the environment less perilous.
Additionally, he knew that the bottom of the abyss was a maze formed by countless caves, ideal for concealment. Hence, he had deliberately jumped down.
If he could hold out for a few days, a Nascent Soul cultivator traveling at full speed could definitely reach Jade Spirit City. If only Core Formation cultivators were dispatched, he could still hold on for half a month to several months without issue.
In short, the risk was not too great.
From the moment he began his cultivation journey, Wang Yu had favored stealth techniques. In the art of hiding, he was truly skilled.
He did not know how much time had passed.
In the endless darkness, only his eyes glowed with faint moonlight. Perhaps due to the strong lightning energy here, his Taiyin Nether Eyes were somewhat suppressed, allowing him to see only within a hundred meters.
As he continued descending, he saw countless irregular caves, apparently melted through by thunderbolts. It was a terrifying sight.
A faint breeze blew into the caves, carrying what sounded like the wails of vengeful spirits, adding a sinister atmosphere to the abyss.
Finally.
Wang Yu’s feet touched solid ground.
He swiftly cast Invisibility Technique and Breath-Hiding spell in tandem. Then, using Illusory Steps, he created nine illusory clones. The aura he infused into them was even denser than usual.
He controlled them to flee in nine different directions. His true body meanwhile set up a concealment formation on the spot using his accumulated spoils over the years, affixing various talismans to form traps.
Only after completing all of this did he depart quickly.
This arrangement allowed him to confirm whether anyone was pursuing and to test the skill of their tracking techniques. Despite the faint winds of the deep abyss, the surroundings were mostly silent.