Translator: CinderTL
Li Tianhe's eyes flashed with a bloodthirsty glint, his robes billowing wildly around him.
A suffocating, terrifying pressure erupted from him, plunging the entire world into darkness.
Boundless black gales surged from his body like a tidal wave, sweeping madly in all directions.
Where the gales passed, the air shrieked with piercing explosions, as if the heavens and earth were wailing in agony.
The howling gales transformed into countless black blades, ravaging the land.
Even towering mountain ranges crumbled like paper before the black gales, instantly disintegrating into dust that blotted out the sky.
Deep, bottomless ravines spread across the ground like spiderwebs, fracturing the earth into countless fragments.
Trees, beasts, birds, rivers, lakes, mountains...
Everything the black gales touched was reduced to dust.
The gales arrived swiftly and vanished just as quickly, leaving behind only a desolate wasteland.
The once majestic mountain ranges had vanished completely, replaced by an undulating desert of shattered rock.
Li Tianhe and his companions scanned the horizon, but still found no trace of Song Wen.
"Let's go. It seems he's already left," Li Tianhe sighed, taking to the skies first.
The others followed closely behind.
Once everyone had disappeared, an eerie silence descended upon the desolate landscape.
The sun's shadow gradually shifted as the blazing sun sank toward the western horizon.
Slowly, night descended.
High above, in the pitch-black night sky, Song Wen's figure slowly materialized.
He had been concealed within the high-altitude clouds all along, unexpectedly using the opportunity to escape unscathed.
Without pausing, Song Wen swiftly vanished into the night sky.
After traveling over a million miles at top speed, he finally landed on a remote mountain peak.
He retrieved the severed arm and began performing the Thousand Miles Breath Tracking Technique.
Within the storage ring on the severed finger were over a thousand Bodhi Spirit Cores of varying ages.
In the Southern Nether Continent, only Song Wen possessed this Spirit Herb, proving that the severed arm belonged to the robber cultivator.
As a wisp of green smoke rose from the severed arm, Song Wen followed its drifting path.
After tracking for nearly ten million miles, he arrived above a vast, boundless lake.
Splash!
Song Wen dove into the lake and eventually reached the bottom, which was riddled with caves, forming an underwater labyrinth.
Guided by the Thousand Miles Breath Tracking Technique, the robber cultivator was said to be hiding deep within one of these caves. However, Song Wen's divine sense detected no one; clearly, the enemy had used a formation to conceal their presence.
"Shadow Void, investigate the underwater caves. A human cultivator should be hiding within," Song Wen instructed in his Sea of Consciousness.
Naturally, Shadow Void dared not disobey and extended its divine sense to probe the numerous caves.
After a moment, it spoke.
"Master, there's a concealment formation thirty miles southwest of you, a hundred miles underground."
"How many people are inside the formation, and what's their cultivation level?" Song Wen asked.
"Just one male cultivator at the early stage of Void Refinement," Shadow Void replied.
A cold glint flashed in Song Wen's eyes as the corners of his lips curled into a slight smirk.
Beneath his feet, a vast blood sea surged forth, stretching over two thousand miles wide.
From this crimson expanse, a massive tentacle, ten miles thick and resembling a colossal pillar reaching for the heavens, pierced through the thick seabed rock, hurtling toward the invisible barrier.
At that moment, a voice suddenly rang out.
"Fellow Daoist, we've never met before. Why are you attacking my cultivation cave?"
Song Wen offered no response. The blood pillar crashed violently against the invisible barrier.
Instantly, the lakebed trembled, and deep, bottomless fissures radiated outward from the blood pillar's point of impact.
The lake water churned violently, sending colossal waves soaring tens of thousands of feet into the air.
The invisible barrier shuddered violently but remained intact.
As the blood pillar retracted, a frigid aura surged forth.
The already trembling barrier was instantly torn open by the icy energy, shattering into fragments.
A cave several miles wide was revealed.
Inside stood a one-armed man, his face contorted in terror.
He was channeling all his energy into a shield that spun rapidly around him.
"Fellow Daoist, who are you? I am Qingming Sanren. I've never encountered you before. Why are you attacking me so fiercely?"
Song Wen remained silent, manipulating the Soul Cleaving Blade to press his attack.
"Master, wait," Shadow Void's voice suddenly echoed in his mind.
The Soul Cleaving Blade froze mid-air.
"What is it?" Song Wen asked.
"He carries the aura of a void fiend," Shadow Void replied.
"A void fiend's aura?" A flicker of surprise crossed Song Wen's eyes.
Shadow Void explained, "A low-tier void beast is hidden within his chest, but it hasn't fully hatched yet."
Incubating a void fiend within his own body!
Song Wen immediately thought of Jiang Yushan.
However, Jiang Yushan had been forced into becoming a void fiend's incubator without his knowledge, while this man had likely volunteered.
"How does this relate to your request for me to stop?" Song Wen asked.
"The void beast hasn't hatched yet," Shadow Void said. "Killing the host prematurely could shatter the Void Demon Egg. I want a complete egg to taste."
Song Wen's surprise deepened. He hadn't expected Shadow Void to share the cannibalistic tendencies of its kin.
Could this be because several low-tier void beasts had tried to devour it during its own hatching?
However, this man carried an unhatched void fiend, suggesting a possible connection to the Six Fiends Hall.
Song Wen and Shadow Void's conversation took place within their Sea of Consciousness, completely unnoticed by Qingming Sanren.
When Song Wen suddenly stopped attacking, Qingming Sanren's expression shifted from surprise to relief, assuming he had simply mistaken him for someone else.
"Fellow Daoist, we have no quarrel. Please don't make things difficult for me."
Song Wen's eyes flickered, a faint smile appearing on his face as he passed through the massive vertical hole left by the blood pillar, landing a hundred zhang away from Qingming Sanren.
"I was tracking an enemy and happened to pass through here. I mistakenly identified you as my target. I hope you won't take offense."
"Fellow Daoist, there's no need to blame yourself," Qingming Sanren replied. "Since it was a misunderstanding, please depart swiftly."
With an air of righteousness, Song Wen flipped his hand and produced a storage pouch, tossing it toward Qingming Sanren.
"My rash actions nearly led to a grave mistake. Here are ten thousand high-grade spirit stones. Please accept them, fellow daoist."
Qingming Sanren didn't reach for the storage ring. Instead, he used his spiritual power to hold it in place, while the shield circling him continued to spin. Clearly, he remained highly cautious.
"This was merely a misunderstanding. How could I possibly accept such a generous gift from you, fellow daoist? Please take it back."
"Please accept it, fellow daoist. Otherwise, you'll be showing disrespect to me," Song Wen insisted.
"This..." Qingming Sanren hesitated, finally replying after a long pause, "Very well. I won't refuse your generosity."
Qingming Sanren slowly reduced the shield's rotation speed. With a swift motion, he hooked the storage pouch through the shield's barrier and drew it into his hand.
After receiving the storage ring and briefly examining it, a flicker of joy flashed across Qingming Sanren's face.
Having recently lost his own storage ring, he was desperately short of spirit stones. He never expected someone to deliver such a windfall right to his doorstep.
(End of the Chapter)
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