Demonic Traces Reappear, Hunting Feipeng [Monthly Vote Request]

A Nascent Soul–to–Divine Transformation tribulation had appeared in the Storm Mountains. Only a few nearby fourth-rank fiendish spirits noticed it when they arrived later.

Those who had hoped to profit from the chaos had long since vanished. The fiendish spirits were no fools; they would not dare provoke a being that had successfully reached Divine Transformation.

Besides, the place was remote, so few knew about it, and word did not spread far.

After all, the occasional emergence of a Divine Transformation demon spirit was nothing unusual.

Yet Lin Chang'an, the culprit behind this modest stir, had secretly returned to the ruins of the spirit-stone mine that housed the teleportation array.

"Even though you temporarily bathed its body in the Thunderfire Poison Toad's essence blood to perform the secret art, lightning tribulations are far too effective against spiritual beings like zombies and other yin creatures."

Deep within the mine, in a cave residence, Hongyi spoke casually as she looked at the scarred Heavenly Yin Demon Corpse, which had fallen into a slumber because its injuries were so severe.

Beside her, Lin Chang'an nodded slightly, his gaze resting on the Heavenly Yin Demon Corpse.

After successfully surviving its Divine Transformation tribulation, the corpse puppet's face had regained seventy or eighty percent of the old Bone Demon's original appearance. The rest lent it an added touch of the uncanny.

Now, though, its armor was in tatters, its body pitted and covered in charred marks left by the lightning tribulation.

"The injuries are manageable. Although the breakthrough drained its vitality, we made enough preparations beforehand. Together with the Xuantian spiritual power, that kept its origin intact."

After examining it, Lin Chang'an felt secretly relieved. No one wanted a corpse puppet's origin damaged just after it broke through.

It seemed his luck was fairly good.