Wasted Spiritual Root to Embark on Demonic Cultivation

Chapter 250

If not for the thick mist of blood blocking his view, Wang Yu would have seen that the sky had split open with countless dark cracks, from which faint streams of blood mist seeped out.

This time, there was no longer that black force stopping him.

Outside, on Yin Ghost Mountain, blood mist also began to rise slowly from the ground, though for the moment, no one had noticed this strange phenomenon.

Inside the Heavenly Soul Sect’s secret realm.

Wang Yu watched with his own eyes as the giant Blood Corpse was struck by black lightning, reducing its towering several-hundred-meter body into a squat figure. The immense blood demon power within it had also been greatly weakened.

In this state, more than ninety percent of its strength had dissipated. Even an ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivator could suppress it with ease.

The creature roared and charged toward Wang Yu, but he kicked it down and stepped hard on its chest, pinning it in place.

He reached out and pried loose the pearl entwined with dragon shadows.

The moment his true essence came into contact with it, an immense stream of information appeared in his mind, as though gifted by heaven itself. It revealed the proper method to use this Dragon Vein treasure—something that could be refined into a life-bound artifact even without deep knowledge of artifact forging.

“So that’s how it is.”The Blood Corpse Giant, lacking any true intelligence, had tried to infect it with blood demon power. It had used the wrong method and naturally failed to comprehend the correct way to harness this Dragon Vein treasure.

Wang Yu unceremoniously stored it away before signaling Snowjade to carry the unconscious Long Yiran over.

With the Heavenly King Life-Saving Pill, her condition had stabilized.

However, having suffered two serious injuries in less than a year, recovery this time would take far longer. Wang Yu had no better solution.

He sealed the Blood Corpse Giant completely within an ice coffin.

Only then did he collect Long Yiran’s formation flags, jump down into the crevice where the Blood Corpse Giant had emerged, block it with black ice, and arrange his own second-rank formation flags over it.

Man, woman, and fox together headed toward the place where he had earlier discovered the Dragon Vein’s tail.

After clearing away the packed soil, a golden, dragon-shaped stream of Qi appeared before their eyes. Its flowing radiance shimmered like countless stars, resembling a river of starlight.

“Found you!”

The moment of reward after danger was always the most exhilarating.

Wang Yu carried Snowjade and the unconscious Long Yiran into the Dragon Vein, advancing toward where its head should be.

To make use of a Dragon Vein, refining it was not the only path.

One could also receive a Dragon Vein Baptism—a blessing-like process that bestowed immense benefits.

This third-rank Dragon Vein had slumbered in this place for countless years.

Although its treasure had been taken away, its energy remained abundant and powerful. It could still grant three Dragon Vein Baptisms before needing centuries to recover its strength from the earth’s energy.

Such an act would slow the Dragon Vein’s natural growth, but Wang Yu never intended to occupy it permanently. Obtaining even one baptism was already a heaven-sent fortune.

They traveled deep beneath the ground, like traversing the body of an immense dragon, for half a day without reaching the head.

Wang Yu paused to recover his strength. The large amount of blood he had lost could be replenished along the dragon’s spine in a short time, but the loss of essence blood would take longer to heal.

Fortunately, his overall vitality had not been diminished—reaching the peak of the second stage of Body Refining had not been easy.

Two days later.

At the end of the Dragon Vein, a true dragon’s head formed of golden Qi and starlight finally appeared before Wang Yu. Beside him, Snowjade barked curiously, eyes full of fascination.

“Count yourself lucky.”

He rubbed the fox’s head. Seeing that Long Yiran still hadn’t awakened, Wang Yu followed the instructions recorded in the Earth Mother Scripture and began communicating with the Dragon Vein. He was impatient to claim his reward.

Before long, the Dragon Vein let out a thunderous dragon roar. Vast golden Qi gathered into three radiant orbs and drifted into the foreheads of Wang Yu, Long Yiran, and Snowjade.

Each of their brows was marked with a faint dragon shadow.

At that instant, Snowjade whimpered and urged Wang Yu to take out the Ten-Thousand-Year Profound Ice Bed. It leapt onto it eagerly, its three tails wrapping around its body until it resembled a large, fluffy cocoon.

Long Yiran, still unconscious, began to heal rapidly. Within a few breaths, her breathing steadied, and runic lines emerged from her brow, forming a sphere of symbols as she unconsciously sat in meditation.

Wang Yu’s sensations were the most profound.

His consciousness rose, seeming to leave his body. Endless inspiration poured into his mind—all of it concerning the Yin Nether Demonic Flood Dragon Technique.

He watched as his body began to move on its own. The dragon spine within him cracked and shifted. His physique, which had already reached its limit, now advanced further under the Dragon Vein Baptism.

A demonic flood dragon formed from his blood essence coiled around him, endlessly circling.

This second-rank Body Refining technique had long been evolving toward the third rank in his Idle Slot, progressing only a third of the way over the years.

Now, inspiration surged forth like a flood.

The Yin Nether Flood Dragon’s body began to change. Its single horn divided and grew into twin dragon horns, its scales became denser and more lustrous, dragon whiskers sprouted, and faint blue lines along its body extended into intricate runes.

Its back swelled as slender bone spurs rose like hedgehog quills, capable of folding back like fine hair. Four limbs with claws extended beneath its abdomen, and its leaps exuded immense majesty.

In Wang Yu’s perception, all this seemed to happen in a mere instant.

But in truth, time flowed far faster than he realized. From the moment the baptism began, three full years passed in silence.

The dragon shadow mark on his forehead had long since vanished, and the Body Refining technique had advanced to the level of a supreme-grade third-rank art.

“Yin Nether Demonic Dragon Art.”

The moment Wang Yu opened his eyes, he seemed deep in thought. His blood and Qi had transformed from flood dragon to true dragon. Not only were all the profound intricacies of his cultivation techniques fully restored, but many of the insights that had flashed through his mind during the Dragon Vein Baptism also surfaced anew.

“Blueprints for refining bloodline true artifacts, physical divine abilities, combat arts… they have all been completed.”

Was this truly the effect that a Dragon Vein Baptism should have?

However, just as he was thinking that, the Dragon Vein had already disappeared before his eyes. Perhaps it had left long ago, but Wang Yu had been so engrossed in enlightenment that he never noticed.

The birth of the Yin Nether Demonic Dragon Art meant that he had once again triggered a bug in reality. Upon reaching perfection, the Idle Slot had forcibly evolved to fourth-rank.

To think that this thing had originally only been first-rank.

It had ascended purely through countless coincidences and fortunate encounters. His luck was so absurd that no one would believe it if he told them.

The Yin Nether Demonic Dragon Art also became the first third-rank cultivation art in his possession. Before he could delve into its physical divine abilities, bloodline true artifacts, and combat methods, Long Yiran and Snowjade had also completed their baptisms.

The runic sphere before Long Yiran suddenly shattered.

Her essence, Qi, and spirit had reached their peak. Although her realm was still at the peak of Foundation Establishment, she gave off a completely different feeling. Even without the help of a Core Formation spiritual item, she seemed confident that she could condense a Golden Core.

This was the power of a third-rank Dragon Vein Baptism. After experiencing it, one could not help but imagine what a baptism by an even stronger Dragon Vein would be like.

Snowjade’s situation was especially unique.

Its cultivation did not increase, but the baptism seemed to have refined its bloodline, elevating it from a high-grade to a level infinitely close to an earth-grade bloodline.

It had gained an improvement in aptitude, merging a portion of the power from the Ten-Thousand-Year Profound Ice Bed, causing blue patterns to appear all over its body.

Before long, it would be able to break through to the mid-second-rank peak (sixth layer).

“Woo~”

“Wang Yu.”

Rubbing Snowjade’s face and storing it into the spirit beast pouch, Long Yiran walked over, curiosity written all over her expression.

“The Dragon Vein Baptism has ended? How long has it been?”

“Three years.”

Speaking of this, Wang Yu’s expression turned complex.

“Let’s talk as we walk.”

He told her honestly what had happened after she lost consciousness. As for the treasure of the Dragon Vein, he did not need to say it. She could already guess that it was in his possession. It was a kind of tacit understanding between them.

The two followed the passage through which the Dragon Vein had once passed.

Long Yiran’s expression carried a trace of regret. “It’s a pity I couldn’t see the Dragon Vein’s complete form. For a geomancer, that’s truly regrettable.”

“After bestowing its blessing, it left. I don’t know where it went, but it should still be within this Heavenly Soul Sect secret realm.”

“It’s gone,” Long Yiran said, shaking her head. Seeing Wang Yu’s confusion, she explained.

“Dragon Veins are among the rarest fortunes in the world. As long as you don’t use geomantic secret arts to bind them, once someone sees their true form, they will leave.

“Not even space can contain them. The Dragon Vein will slumber deep underground or in uninhabited lands, waiting countless years until it is discovered again.”

Only then did Wang Yu understand that he had been mistaken before. No wonder Long Yiran was willing to risk her life to trigger the Nether Tiger Prison-Sealing Formation.

When the blood corpse giant abandoned its binding, she knew that was their only chance.

“Thank you.”

“Hmm?”

Long Yiran suddenly bowed deeply to Wang Yu.

“Thank you for allowing me to receive the Dragon Vein Baptism even after I fell unconscious.”

“This was your merit. I, Wang, always keep my word.

“Besides, without you, I might not have been able to defeat that blood corpse giant.”

The two then fell silent, each lost in thought about what to do next.

A moment later.

Arriving beneath the great fissure, they withdrew the formation. The black ice had already been torn apart by the blood corpses. Wang Yu was the first to fly out, releasing violent Yin-cold true essence that rapidly spread outward.

Within a thousand meters around him, everything turned into a frozen hell.

All the blood corpses in the vicinity were frozen solid within it. Long Yiran followed him out.

She asked, “What should we do next?”

She clearly regarded Wang Yu as the pillar of the group.

He pondered, “We should continue searching for the Heaven Soul Sect’s Scripture Pavilion. These blood corpses possess strange power, but they were once disciples of the Heaven Soul Sect.

“They might still carry disciple or elder tokens, which could help us greatly.

“However, deep within these ruins, there may be other monsters like the blood corpse giant, or even stronger blood beasts. Before we venture further, we should train for a while to strengthen ourselves.”

It was a good plan, though difficult to execute. The greatest benefit Long Yiran gained from the Dragon Vein Baptism was the tremendous assistance toward Core Formation.

She was confident she could form a Golden Core even without a spiritual item.

But a new problem arose. She had little confidence in surviving the Core Formation Lightning Tribulation. Her years as a wandering cultivator had left her poor beyond measure. Forget tribulation-avoidance treasures—she didn’t even possess a third-rank magical artifact.

Her cultivation had reached its limit, and as she voiced her concern, Wang Yu took out twelve formation flags, the Heavenly Heart Lightning Dispersion Tribulation Formation.

“This can be lent to you. With your skill as a formation master, you should be able to use it perfectly.

“In addition, I have a thunder corpse about to break through to third-rank. It can test the tribulation first. After you and it are done, I will also attempt my breakthrough.”