Wasted Spiritual Root to Embark on Demonic Cultivation

Chapter 303

"Damn it."

Zhuo Jie cursed under his breath.

Such a strange scene made Wang Yu's heart skip. He had been mistaken. That was definitely not a relic left by his ancestor.

As the Yellow Springs Great Hand Seal pressed down, Zhuo Yu kept repeating his earlier words, his body moving forward of its own accord, his clothes on the surface dissolving into a puddle of filthy water.

The man collapsed to the ground, no longer breathing. Wang Yu activated his Taiyin Nether Eye and watched clearly.

The Yellow Springs hand seal had only dissolved the clothing and eroded the protective magical power. The true cause of death was a shattered spirit. The yin-tinged spirit fire had been extinguished first.

The other man, Zhuo Jie, however, recognized the method.

He had used an inferior-grade magical artifact, and by force had bored a hole at the edge of the turbid-flowing great hand and used a teleportation technique to turn his body into a stream of light and pass through.

His experience in magical combat was clearly rich.

But using the artifact that way left it ruined by the Yellow Springs Great Hand Seal, nearly falling to second-rank. No wonder it was one of the cultivation tools most hated by cultivators.The power did not seem very great, but its killing effect on artifacts was agonizing beyond breath. Fortunately Zhuo Jie responded properly and the item he used was not his life-bound artifact.

"Beasts from Yellow Springs Monastery, how dare you set a trap for a member of the Zhuo family, you seek death."

Something was wrong.

Very, very wrong.

But as the other charged, Wang Yu turned into a streak of light and fled through the passage behind him. At extreme speed, in the blink of an eye he retreated to the square behind the front hall.

When he blinked, the surroundings instantly shifted into the scene of a sealed chamber, and Zhuo Jie was still rushing toward him.

This made him suspect a spirit-confusing formation had been set up here.

He then thought of Long Yiran.

"Go."

There was no time to think further. The Glazed Iceheart Pagoda suddenly appeared in front of Wang Yu. The pagoda rotated once, and countless black ice spears shot out.

Zhuo Jie produced a whisk and swept at the ice spears. Invisible force distorted and twisted them as if a force field.

Then all the ice spears shattered and turned into sharp ice shards that scattered.

The fragments struck the sealed chamber wall but did not pierce it. Although the blow seemed casual, it would have penetrated tens of meters of mountain rock outside. The hardness was beyond normal.

A change followed.

Sealing formation patterns began to appear on the walls.

Wang Yu felt his body sink, as if gravity pressed down on him, making movement harder than operating under ten thousand meters of water. His magical power felt blocked.

Circulation in his meridians was not smooth, and the power of his divine techniques was greatly reduced.

These were clearly sealing formation effects, and they were mainly restrictive. The style of these formations was completely different from the front hall. Rather than guarding, they seemed designed to suppress something.

Not only was he affected, Zhuo Jie collapsed to his knees. His body strength could not compare to Wang Yu. When he felt it hard to move, he could not even stand up.

By contrast, Zhuo Jie paid no heed to his own plight and kept staring at Wang Yu. His true-natal artifact whisk was thrown forward like a long whip.

It lashed unpredictably toward him.

Seeing this, Wang Yu's eyes turned cold. A terrifying crimson blood mist surged from his body, giving anyone who saw it a feeling of nausea and dread.

The stench of blood was overwhelming and far from pleasant.

An Asura Blood Shadow condensed behind him.

Both Zhuo family men had been manipulated by unknown means. He felt it resembled a mind-path technique, so he deployed the force of his Asura Killing Heart to protect himself.

He was guarding against an attempt to secretly attack his mind and spirit.

As for Zhuo Jie, a fierce black-gold armor appeared on his body. With his left hand he grabbed the incoming whisk, letting the sharp white filaments cut and screech against the hand armor.

The bloodline true artifact, Demonic Dragon Armor, not only gave him strong defense but also enhanced his physique.

He then exerted Mountain-Hurling Divine Strength.

"Demonic Dragon Fist."

A soul-shaking dragon roar rang through the small sealed chamber, deafening. Wang Yu suddenly pulled hard with his left hand and tore Zhuo Jie free.

At first glance, it was as if Wang Yu had leapt forward to meet the iron fist that bombarded the air.

There was no doubt.

Under the sealing restraint and with his mind manipulated, Zhuo Jie could not exert more than thirty percent of his strength. Under Wang Yu's unexpected scheme, his body nearly exploded into a mass of flesh.

Only the harder bones and the precarious golden core remained. Wang Yu had no intention of showing mercy.

Soul-Gouging Evil Boat Curse.

Over a thousand black paper boats pierced the golden core back and forth, extracting a transparent but incomplete figure. It was Zhuo Jie's remnant soul.

He did not rush to read the memory. He first stored it on the black paper boats and would examine it after escaping danger.

The greatest threat here was clearly not the Zhuo family men.

It was that mysterious ancient corpse.

When he turned his head, his pupils involuntarily narrowed. He finally realized what he had overlooked: a spirit puppet wearing human skin.

For some reason it had been standing beside Zhuo Yu's corpse the whole time, yet he had not noticed it, as if it could make people ignore its presence.

When he realized this, the strangely beautiful, inhuman face of the spirit puppet waved at him.

A chill ran through him.

Ripples rose across his heart-mind like waves. Even the Asura Killing Heart could not help but feel this tremor.

"Prajna Paramita, Prajna Paramita."

Wang Yu, with a heart of blessing and calm, began to recite the Heart Sutra.

The suffering of sentient beings often comes from the failure to keep precepts and from indulgence in passion.

"If one engages in sexual misconduct, all beings become karmic; if one indulges in desire, all actions lack vitality; if one craves wine, fear and sorrow will surge with impermanence; if one clings to pleasure, beauty vanishes in an instant."

Sight gives joy, hearing gives anger, smell gives love, taste gives craving, thought gives desire, and the body causes worry.

The six thieves are quelled and the six sense faculties become still.

Under the blessing of the Buddhist scripture, Wang Yu felt like an ascetic monk who had seen through the vicissitudes of the mortal world. A sudden surge of astonishing heart-mind power erupted within the lake of his heart-mind and shattered all illusions completely.

The wonder of the heart-mind lay precisely in this.

Those who mastered this power possessed the latent potential to turn the impossible into the possible, a form of explosive awakening.

In simple words: the power of contemplation.

However, it was almost ineffective on the material plane, and its limitations were considerable.

Wang Yu’s mind broke free from the cage woven by the strange malignant entity. When he opened his eyes again, the surrounding scenery had changed and the secret chamber had vanished.

In its place was a dark and deep dungeon.

The strange spirit puppet was standing at the back of the cell. Its body was restrained by invisible chains, its limbs pulled straight and taut, and its head tilted as it silently watched him.

At his feet lay Zhuo Jie’s remaining bones and Zhuo Yu’s intact corpse. Wang Yu collected both into the Lunar Yin-Nurturing Coffin without sparing the spirit puppet a single glance.

At the front of the dungeon sat a skeleton wearing a lotus crown and dressed in white robes. Its bones were as translucent as yellow jade. If one looked carefully, one could see markings inside resembling flowing water.

This was the divine phenomenon produced when one perfected the Yellow Spring Azurefall Sutra.

The Yellow Spring Demonic Bone.

Using this bone as the foundation, one could manifest the Yellow Spring White Bone Demonic God Dharmic Aspect which had once shattered half of You Prefecture with a single strike. It was the deepest inheritance of Yellow Spring Monastery.

Its status was nearly equivalent to the Blood Demon Hall inheritance of the Blood Reversal Sect.

Wang Yu’s heart-mind remained undisturbed.

He discovered that the skeleton carried no storage ring. Instead, the white robe on its body still emanated spiritual radiance and appeared intact. It was a rare piece of dharma clothing.

He stored the entire corpse. The Yellow Spring Demonic Bone was a supreme-grade material and could be examined after leaving this place. For now, escaping came first.

Once Wang Yu exited the passage, the strange spirit puppet began to laugh silently. Behind it stood another pitch-black corpse, of which only the faint outline of a human form could be discerned.

The will inside the puppet retreated and the corpse began to move. When its long finger bones touched the gate of the dungeon, Yellow Spring Water seeped into them.

Like touching red-hot iron, its finger withdrew instantly, and it raised its head in a silent roar.

It was enraged.

The corpse suppressing it was gone, yet it still could not leave.

Soon after, Wang Yu withdrew from the dim gray great hall. Seeing that even the front hall held such dangerous things, he would not risk entering the middle or rear halls.

What Ancient Burial Pit? It was more like an Ancient Dungeon. No wonder it was sealed so tightly.

Full of grievances he could not voice, Wang Yu could only sigh deeply.

Damn Zhuo Shouqing.

The man’s reliability in Wang Yu’s heart plummeted sharply.

When conflict eventually erupted between him and Zhuo Shouyun, Wang Yu certainly could not follow the man’s arrangement blindly. He would have to rely fully on his own initiative.

Otherwise, he could already foresee his defeat and death.

As for the things imprisoned here, Wang Yu was ninety-nine percent certain they were related to the demonic path, though not the true body.

At most they were monsters born from demonic power, perhaps having taken over a cultivator’s body and mind, which led to their imprisonment here.

The demonic power was indestructible and could only be sealed.

Therefore, his speculation was understandable.

The urgent matter was to confirm whether everything here was the same type of monster.

If so, he needed to leave as soon as possible.

He had his own methods. Two members of the Zhuo family team were still missing, so they must have gone to explore other tombs.

At this moment, Wang Yu searched through Zhuo Jie’s memories inside the black paper boat formed by his divine sense. Anything that might touch on Zhuo family secrets he did not touch.

It was not that he lacked curiosity, but the Soul-Gouging Evil Boat Curse was not perfected. It might trigger concealed restrictions. Even if perfected, it was not guaranteed to bypass the Zhuo clan’s safeguards.

Therefore, he only skimmed lightly.

After locating the direction Zhuo Wenshi had taken, Wang Yu prepared to continue tracking her. By now, she should have finished exploring the first tomb.

The outcome would be known once he went there.

Before that, he took out the skeleton he had obtained earlier. After removing the clothing, he thoroughly examined it. Aside from the lotus crown, there was nothing else.

Yet the Yellow Spring Demonic Bone itself was supreme-grade yin and water material. The spine in particular had reached fourth rank.

This meant that the owner of the corpse was likely a Nascent Soul cultivator in life. However, due to the passage of time, much of the power had dissipated.

Its attributes barely matched those of the Ice Soul Demonic Sword. But refining a non life-bound magic treasure required extremely advanced artifact forging skill.

He could not do it himself, and he did not trust others with it.

As he pondered, inspiration flashed in his mind.

The Earth Resentment Puppet. That was it.

[Author Special note: The [demons] here all possess exceedingly powerful essences, which is why they appear somewhat formidable]