Wasted Spiritual Root to Embark on Demonic Cultivation

Chapter 325

On Wang Yu's side, the scene was that of a true demonic abyss.

With Zhao Shang's memories guiding him, his familiarity with this place rose sharply. His Aurora Escape technique was astonishingly fast.

Therefore.

In only the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, he entered the core area of the Feng clan's demonic breeding grounds within the Secluded Valley. A viscous blood river, thick as magma, flowed through this place.

Twisted tree roots ran across it in a dense web.

Every root split into a Y shape. One end pierced deep into the blood river, the other end stabbed into a living female cultivator who continued to breathe. Their souls had already been completely contaminated by blood intent.

Their bellies had been split open by roots, the flesh and ribs pulled apart to the widest limit. A transparent membrane-like sphere grew there, inside which infant blood demons were being gestated.

At a glance, there were at least several hundred gestation chambers.

This breeding ground revealed the cruelest side of demonic cultivators without reservation.

In the outside world.Whether in the Exalted Sect mountain gate, or in a spiritual-vein city, or anywhere in the Crimson Kite Demonic Domain, there was at least some surface level of order. It was chaotic and bloody, filled with slaughter.

Here, the false surface was completely torn apart.

A cultivator's value was exploited to the extreme.

In ancient times, no, even one thousand years ago, the demonic cultivators of the Crimson Kite Domain were like this. Only after being repeatedly defeated by Taihu cultivators did they have no choice but to learn more advanced development strategies.

This type of blood factory faded from history. It did not vanish entirely but became restricted. Only the top clans were allowed to inherit such secret methods.

Rogue cultivators and ordinary forces were forbidden from committing large-scale atrocities against the Crimson Kite population. The authorities imposed a measure of control.

In simple terms, only officials were allowed to set fires, while the common people were not allowed to light lamps.

Thus came the current cultivation world of the Crimson Kite Demonic Domain.

Compared to this, Wang Yu's experiences as a former Spirit Slave were far better than the torment these female corpses had suffered while they still had their minds.

Normally, blood demon thralls were cultivators controlled by blood demonic power. Yet these people had taken another path and used gestation methods instead.

This blood river was the source of blood demonic power.

"So disgusting."

Wang Yu could not help but curse. He might kill and refine corpses, but that did not change the fact that he was a strange type of good person.

Aside from the special requirements of the Demonic Embryo Mysterious Origin Curse, which demanded breaking the target's will, Wang Yu would not intentionally torture people.

At most, he would use the corpse to the limit without wasting anything.

It could even be called thrifty. But these demons had reshaped living women into production vessels using a gestation secret art. They did not treat them as human.

After a moment of silence, Wang Yu raised his hand and shot out the Yellow Springs Demonic Sword. In an instant, he severed all the vitality of these mothers. As usual, he extracted all the Myriad Spirit Blood Essences from their bodies.

The first ice coffin seal overflowed as a result.

Half of the second ice coffin was filled before he finished the work. Their bodies were sucked dry by the infant demons and no longer had value.

He burned them clean with a single wave of fire.

At this moment.

Wang Yu's eyes moved slightly. He sensed that the divine sense imprint he had placed in the passage had been triggered. He glanced regretfully at the tree roots. Now was not the time to continue inspecting.

He would first dispose of the Feng clan members. His Lesser Asura Killing Fist had just reached perfection. He needed several worthy opponents to test its power.

"Almost there."

"Judging from the traces, he should have found the core area. The Blood Jujube Tree must not fall into a thief's hands."

"Do not worry. With us taking the field, he will never leave alive."

As they neared their destination, the eldest of the Secluded Valley Twin Sisters quietly tugged her younger sister and sent a voice transmission.

"We suffered such a huge loss, yet they still have not learned restraint. Let them take the lead. These people have stayed in the Blood Abyss for so many years. Their potential is already gone."

Feng Niaoniao nodded and intentionally slowed her pace by three steps.

Her sister's words were not without basis.

The Blood Abyss opened once every two hundred years and was vast enough to accommodate many more cultivators. Allowing more to train here would benefit the sect greatly, especially improving the strength of Core Formation cultivators.

But the Blood Reversal Sect did not do so, and naturally it had its reasons.

The entire place was filled with blood-path spiritual energy, perfectly suited for cultivation. Its origin came from the fallen corpse of a Spirit Transformation cultivator in the depths.

In life, that cultivator had been a servant of the Blood Demon's True Body and possessed tremendous power of that type. Even the energy that leaked out after death carried strange blood intent.

Short-term exposure was fine. But with long-term exposure, Core Formation cultivators could not resist this influence, especially when attempting to form a Nascent Soul.

They would be disturbed by the hidden blood intent.

They would either fall completely and mutate into blood demonic thrall, or their Nascent Soul formation would fail and they would die.

All such gifts carried a hidden price.

Excessive greed created this outcome. Among the upper ranks of the Exalted Sect, this information was no secret. Naturally, they warned their clan juniors.

These three being assigned to manage the demonic breeding grounds indicated they were not considered talented by the Feng clan, or they had been chosen due to internal conflicts.

The reasons varied. Anything was possible.

"We are here."

Suddenly, the three leaders halted. Each had a magic treasure floating beside them, ready to attack at any moment.

But upon seeing the state of the breeding grounds, they erupted in rage.

"Damn it.

"I raised these incubators for two hundred years, and all of them are dead. Even the Myriad Spirit Blood Essences inside were taken."

Feng Yan also frowned. His nostrils flared and his expression changed dramatically.

"Not good.

"He is still here, Feng Rutong."

It was too late.

His warning came half a breath too late.

A gray pillar of light, having gathered sufficient power to envelop all three of them, suddenly struck. A crushing sense of death surged into their hearts.

It was Wang Yu's Soul-Extinguishing Death Light.

A pure soul-path divine ability, paired with his late third-rank divine sense, froze everyone in place, their brows splitting with unbearable pain.

A buzzing sound echoed.

Blood sea killing intent boiled, and his half-body Asura Form rose violently. One punch smashed the cultivator named Feng Rutong into the ground. Not only was he grievously injured and dying, his consciousness shattered instantly.

He began laughing foolishly like an idiot.

The remaining four regained their senses from the death light, their pupils shrinking.

The Twin Beauties of the Secluded Valley saw the Asura Form and shouted sharply in unison.

"He is not a cultivator of the Yellow Springs View. He is Wang Yu. The same Wang Yu who suppressed Lu Chenzhou."

Both women retreated abruptly. Their Escape Talismans activated instantly.

There was no time to think about why Wang Yu was here. Could he be the same person who previously displayed the Yellow Springs divine abilities? Impossible.

Yet the truth lay before them, and they could not deny it.

Feng Niaoniao called out again. "Hurry and flee. Even the sect master's personal disciple is not his match. Leave at once."

Feng Yan and the remaining companion exchanged a glance. Their life-bound artifacts erupted in storms and flames. They had never even considered running.

The situation did not allow it.

Two hundred years ago, during the struggle for the Blood Infant Fruit, they had used up every last life-saving trump card. How were they supposed to flee with movement arts?

Besides.

They believed their strength had reached its peak, and they had never heard of this Wang Yu. Why fear a battle?

"You despicable coward who hides in the shadows. Your name sounds impressive, yet you do not dare face us head-on?"

Wang Yu did not reply. Instead, Feng Niaoniao spoke anxiously.

"He only formed his Core a few years ago. His methods are terrifying. If you can run, then run."

Feng Yan's flames wavered.

Core Formation early stage? Was she serious?

His mind instantly shook. Seeing the enemy deliberately expose a weakness, Wang Yu would not pass up the opportunity.

At some unknown moment, the Demonic Dragon Armor appeared on his body. He pointed with one finger.

Soul Extinguishing Finger.

Feng Yan was one of the rare primary fire-attribute cultivators of the Feng Clan. The combined arts he used with his companion were powerful. Wang Yu should have closed in during the earlier chaos.

But he was forced to retreat by that sweeping wind-fire surge. The target of the Soul Extinguishing Finger was Feng Yan himself.

A sharp clang rang out.

Two supreme-grade life-bound artifacts activated at once.

One was the Wind-Fire Token, Feng Yan's own treasure. It completed the wind-fire fusion on its own, condensing into a beast-shaped avatar that screeched and rammed into the Soul Extinguishing Finger.

The other was the Divine Wind Fan, the life-bound artifact of a Core Formation peak cultivator. Wang Yu had seen its weaker counterpart in Feng Niaoniao's hands earlier.

The fan swept toward him.

In an instant, a wind wheel dozens of meters tall took form, radiating extreme cutting force as it surged at Wang Yu.

Their cooperation was flawless, interrupting Wang Yu's follow-up attack again.

Just in time, the Twin Beauties of the Secluded Valley vanished for the second time.

The Thunder Corpse and the Lunar Yin Fiend Corpse leapt out of the Coffin -Nurturing Coffin. Lightning and fiendish wind intertwined. The Thunder Corpse, clad in lightning armor, clashed with the wind wheel.

Sparks and shrill metallic screeches burst out simultaneously.

The Fiend Corpse's innate divine ability, the Yin Corpse Descending Evil Curse, was released toward Feng Yan from afar. It then turned back to join with the Thunder Corpse, fighting the Feng Clan cultivator in a chaotic brawl.

Explosions roared nonstop. The entire underground space began collapsing. The destructive power of Core Formation cultivators was simply too overwhelming.

After the Wind-Fire Token forcefully shattered the Soul Extinguishing Finger.

Wang Yu closed in. The blood-essence-formed Yin Nether Demonic Dragon erupted forward, biting down on the Wind-Fire Token and binding it with brutal force.

This was the battle technique of the Demonic Dragon Fist.

Only now did Feng Yan snap out of the Lunar Yin Fiend's entanglement, his face turning ashen.

This was bad.

With his life-bound treasure suppressed, he finally understood how wise the two young women were for fleeing immediately.

He quickly took out another mid-grade artifact, a mirror. Empowered by his mana, it shone toward Wang Yu.

A strange force landed upon Wang Yu.

He could not move.

"The Immobilizing Mirror has taken effect. Feng Yan, use your life-bound divine ability."

However, Feng Yan's companion, locked down tightly by the two strange corpses, had no way to cooperate. He was already thinking of retreating.

It was all the fault of those two girls for running so fast.

If they had helped him block the corpses, he might have fought evenly.

"Useless trash."

Cursing in his heart, he ignored Feng Yan's shout. He endured a bolt of lightning from the Thunder Corpse and dove headfirst into the tunnel.

He ran.

Feng Yan nearly spat blood and almost began cursing aloud.

The Immobilizing Mirror's effect was overbearing. It was a rare chance treasure he received by fortune. The stronger the target, the shorter the duration.

In just this brief moment, Wang Yu had already broken free.

He smiled coldly.

"He can't escape."