Translator: CinderTL
Three days later, the crimson aura within the Bronze Cauldron gradually faded, eventually returning to its original black hue.
The signs of corpse qi backlash on the two Divine Transformation Stage cultivators inside had completely vanished.
"Come out," Fu Liang said calmly.
The two cultivators emerged, clasping their hands in a respectful bow.
"Thank you, Master."
Fu Liang didn't respond, turning his gaze instead toward the village at the foot of the mountain.
The village houses stood in neat rows, yet it was utterly deserted, shrouded in an oppressive stillness.
"We can't keep this place," Fu Liang murmured to himself. "It would only draw the attention of those Orthodox Path cultivators."
He formed a magic seal with his hands, conjuring a cyan talisman before him.
The talisman soared into the sky, expanding to a hundred zhang in size, and erupted with blinding spiritual light.
In an instant, wind and clouds churned.
A gale, like a wrathful dragon emerging from its lair, swept through the entire village.
The tempest lasted only a few breaths before dissipating, but the entire village had vanished, buried beneath a landslide of rubble.
The village houses, fields, roads... every trace of mortal activity had been erased, as if it had never existed.
Fu Liang surveyed the scene with satisfaction.
Then, he systematically collected the treasures scattered across the mountain: the Bronze Cauldron, the defensive formation surrounding the mountain, and the blood in the blood pool.
Fu Liang ascended several miles into the air, then unleashed a palm strike that shattered the towering mountain below, reducing it to rubble.
With the mountain leveled, Fu Liang declared, "Let's go! This venerable one will choose a new abode."
His words had barely left his lips when his expression abruptly shifted. He frowned, gazing southward.
A streak of icy light was hurtling toward them from that direction.
Fu Liang's mind stirred, and the thirty-meter-tall Bronze Cauldron reappeared, positioning itself before him as a shield.
Unexpectedly, the icy light swerved to avoid the cauldron, instead circling around to strike from behind.
Two flashes of crimson light erupted as the two Divine Transformation Stage cultivators were decapitated.
The icy light circled once in the air before returning southward, transforming into a foot-long dagger that landed before a black-robed figure.
Fury blazed in Fu Liang's eyes. "How dare you kill my people! You've signed your death warrant!"
With a thunderous roar, Fu Liang unleashed a torrent of corpse qi from the Bronze Cauldron, coalescing into nine colossal corpse qi serpents that lunged toward the distant black-robed figure.
The black-robed figure was none other than Song Wen.
He once again activated the Soul Cleaving Blade, launching another strike while simultaneously closing the distance toward Fu Liang.
"Fellow Daoist, why such anger?" Song Wen taunted. "They were mere trash—failures even in cultivation. Keeping them around would have been pointless!"
"Even if they're useless, they're still my subordinates," Fu Liang said. "I've invested considerable effort in helping them successfully transition to the Corpse Dao. You, with your mere mid-Void Refinement cultivation, dare provoke me? You should be thinking about how to survive!"
As they spoke, the Soul Cleaving Blade clashed with the nine giant corpse qi serpents.
A cold light flashed across the sky. Where the blade's radiance passed, the nine serpents shattered one by one, dissolving into a rain of corpse qi.
Fu Liang froze momentarily, then his eyes blazed with greed.
"What a treasure! Kill you, and this treasure will be mine!"
Fu Liang raised his hand and pointed remotely at the Bronze Cauldron.
The cauldron shot into the sky, expanding rapidly to a colossal size of three thousand meters, resembling a corpse qi-wreathed mountain.
"Fall!"
With a soft command, the giant cauldron plummeted like a celestial meteorite.
Watching the cauldron crash down, Song Wen didn't flinch, continuing to advance on Fu Liang.
Nine tentacles suddenly erupted from his head, trembling slightly.
A resonant hum filled the air.
Fu Liang writhed in agony, his screams piercing the sky.
He staggered, losing his ability to levitate, and plummeted to the ground.
The giant cauldron shrank instantly to a mere thirty meters, its imposing aura vanished.
Song Wen appeared beside Fu Liang, crushed his skull with a single grip, and devoured his divine soul into his Sea of Consciousness.
Immediately afterward, Song Wen cast several magic seals to seal the corpses and stored them in his storage ring.
With that done, Song Wen turned his attention to the bodies of the two Divine Transformation Stage cultivators.
Though beheaded, their divine souls remained intact, having retreated into their dantian. They had attempted to manipulate their nascent souls to break through the dantian and escape, but the aftershocks of Shadow Void's divine sense attack had severely damaged their souls, plunging their consciousness into chaos.
Song Wen unleashed several streams of spiritual power, gathering the corpses, severed heads, and the Bronze Cauldron. After confirming nothing was left behind, he swiftly fled toward the Primordial Qi Death Zone.
He divided his focus, simultaneously maintaining his flight while submerging part of his consciousness into his Sea of Consciousness.
Within the Sea of Consciousness, Shadow Void, Fu Liang, and the divine souls of the two Divine Transformation Stage cultivators were all present.
The souls of the two Divine Transformation Stage cultivators were too severely damaged, remaining in a dazed and confused state, clearly having lost their sentience.
Realizing these souls were no longer of any use for interrogation, Song Wen simply activated the Black Hole above, consuming them.
Ji Lin watched as the divine souls of his two subordinates vanished into the Black Hole, a deep shock flashing in his eyes.
He glanced at the shadow void nearby, then turned to Song Wen.
"Impressive methods, fellow daoist. To seal a void fiend within your Sea of Consciousness, and a high-rank one at that."
Song Wen replied, "You flatter me, fellow daoist. I have some questions for you, and I trust you'll answer truthfully."
"Victory belongs to the victor, defeat to the vanquished!" Ji Lin declared. "Ask what you will."
"Your cooperation spares me the trouble of torturing you," Song Wen said, a faint smile curving his lips. "Where is the Six Fiends Hall located?"
"Do you harbor a grudge against the Divine Blood Gate?" Ji Lin countered. "Killing me isn't enough? You want to attack the Six Fiends Hall as well?"
"That's none of your concern," Song Wen replied. "Just answer my questions honestly."
"Are you familiar with Luyang City?" Ji Lin asked.
Song Wen nodded silently, waiting for him to continue.
Luyang City was the closest Mortal city to the Primordial Qi Death Zone.
This city had once been home to rogue cultivators and small cultivation sects, but as the Primordial Qi Death Zone continued to expand, the heaven and earth spiritual qi gradually thinned. Cultivators fled one after another, leaving behind only those mortals unable to make long journeys, clinging to life by a thread.
Seeing Song Wen's expression, Ji Lin continued, "Three hundred li east of Luyang City lies a ravine. The Six Fiends Hall is hidden beneath it. But..."
A sinister smile crept across Ji Lin's face.
"The Six Fiends Hall frequently changes its base. If you seek revenge, you must act quickly, fellow daoist."
Song Wen retorted, "You urge me to hurry. Do you still believe the Six Fiends Hall will avenge you?"
"What's wrong with that?" Ji Lin countered.
Song Wen ignored Ji Lin's remark and shifted the topic. "How many Body Integration Stage cultivators does the Six Fiends Hall have?"
"Two," Ji Lin replied. "Gong Tianzong, a mid-Body Integration Stage cultivator, and Wei Gu, a late-Body Integration Stage cultivator."
Song Wen nodded. This aligned with the information he had obtained from Blood Scar.
(End of the Chapter)
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