Heart of the Devil Race
The man reeked of blood and a strange, foul stench. He casually tore off his cloak and tossed it aside. When a servant came to pick it up, he casually ordered him to burn it.
"It reeks of Devil Creature stench." He frowned slightly, his eyes filled with disgust.
Qi Yaoji didn't know what the other party had done, but just by looking at the pillar of light in the Cloud Mulberry Realm, she knew that what this person had done must be related to the Devil Race of the Upper Realm.
But Qi Yaoji dared not ask any more questions. The most important thing she learned from men was not to try to know things she shouldn't know.
Without the cloak, the man's bloody smell dissipated considerably.
He pursed his pale lips and asked Qi Yaoji, "What did you just say was that the plan was shelved?"
Qi Yaoji quickly came to her senses and told the man everything she had seen in the several small worlds over the past few days.
"I followed your instructions and originally intended to go to the Cloud Mulberry Realm to repair the Teleportation Array amidst the chaos and connect the remaining four small worlds to the Cloud Mulberry Realm. But unfortunately, that golden-tailed Jiaoren in the Cloud Mulberry Realm went mad for some reason and suddenly took the initiative to help, locking the pillar of light tightly. The Cloud Mulberry Realm cannot be thrown into chaos for the time being." Qi Yaoji said, a look of regret on her face.
She had assumed that, according to her master's plan, these smaller worlds would immediately descend into chaos. Unexpectedly, so many unforeseen events occurred, causing the chaos to be delayed.
Qi Yaoji didn't understand the reason, but the man understood immediately.
When he made these plans, he had considered Sang Ying as a variable, but he did not expect her to bring about so many changes.
She has gone to the Upper Realm and has not yet returned. Heavenly Dao will not allow this chaos to begin before her return.
The man wasn't angry at all; in fact, he was rather pleased. He reasoned that the more something is suppressed, the more powerful it becomes when it finally erupts.
"It's alright. Now that the chaos is under control, we can use this brief peace to do something else." He sat back in his usual chair, his fingers lightly tapping the armrest. "When you leave today, remember to take Fan Nanjun with you. Tell him this is my last chance for him. If he fails again, he doesn't need to come back to see me."
Qi Yaoji was taken aback. She was going to the Hidden Nether Realm next, so it seemed that her master wanted her to take Fan Nanjun with her.
What would happen if a demon entered the Hidden Nether Realm filled with the aura of death and destruction? One can only imagine.
So, is Master planning to use Fan Nanjun to raise Gu poison?
Qi Yaoji nodded in agreement. She didn't ask if her guess was correct, but before leaving, she inexplicably asked, "Master, if we do this, will we really be able to ascend to immortality in the end?"
Her eyes were filled with a longing for ascension.
This was the promise this man made to Qi Yaoji when she was on the verge of death due to a mistake in her Cultivation Method.
He promised that as long as he obeyed and did things for him, he would not only survive but also ascend to immortality in the future.
This thought sustained Qi Yaoji for many years, and indeed she did not die, but instead gained a better body. As for ascension, however, it seemed to be getting further and further away from her.
The man was not stingy with making a promise to his good subordinate. He smiled gently at Qi Yaoji and said, "Of course, what promise have I not kept?"
Qi Yaoji immediately felt relieved; she knew her mistress wouldn't lie to her.
She left with a light heart, unaware of the man's sudden coldness in his gaze as she stepped out of the house.
Ascension?
What a grand goal it is! So grand that it has cost him so much time and effort, and he has gone to such lengths to plan it.
The man raised his hand and looked at his blackened fingertips. "How impatient Heavenly Dao is! Can't it wait a little longer?"
The Heavenly Dao of Heaven are rejecting him too much; if this continues, his body will inevitably develop problems sooner or later.
It wouldn't do for things to go wrong at such a crucial moment; perhaps he needed to think of another way. He'd heard that the hearts of the High Antiquity Devil Race possessed a special power, allowing their bodies to remain indestructible and uncorrupted.
The man turned his head to look at the Teleportation Array he had painstakingly built, and suddenly smiled, "I have done so much for you, it's time for you to repay me."
In the blink of an eye, the figure on the chair vanished. The Teleportation Array, however, glowed faintly, seemingly taking someone to where they wanted to go.
Sang Ying knew the Annihilation Spring was powerful, but she hadn't expected it to hurt so much.
Worried that she wouldn't have enough willpower and would give up halfway through entering the Annihilation Spring, she simply jumped directly into the spring water.
The black spring water instantly submerged her. Her breath-holding Cultivation Method prevented her from suffocating even in the water, but the pain she felt was a million times worse than suffocation.
She felt as if her flesh and bones were being torn apart, shattered, and then pieced back together bit by bit.
This pain constantly tormented Sang Ying's will, making her want to rush out of the Annihilation Spring and escape this despairing agony countless times.
But with an inexplicable willpower, Sang Ying did not run away even a step, and stubbornly immersed herself completely in the spring water.
Time passed day by day, and after the first ten days, Sang Ying felt as if her skin and flesh were melting away, and a faint red tinge appeared in the black spring water.
Ten days later, when Sang Ying raised her hand to examine it closely, she could still see the bare white bones between her torn flesh.
After a third ten days, Sang Ying had gradually adapted to the pain, or rather, she could no longer feel the pain at all. All her hair had fallen out, and her fingernails had completely melted away at some point.
Sang Ying closed her eyes and slowly began to circulate her Cultivation Method.
Time quickly passed to the fourth ten-day period. Sang Ying's meridians throbbed powerfully, and her battered body began to slowly rebuild itself. This rebuilding process would probably take nine days.
On the forty-first day, her flesh and blood slowly began to recover.
On the forty-third day, her skin slowly began to grow back.
On the forty-sixth day, her hair and nails began to grow rapidly.
The black water of the Annihilation Spring, which had remained unchanged for millions of years, suddenly began to decrease, and the bubbling sound became louder and louder.
The Old Patriarch Bai, who was guarding outside the forbidden area, quickly noticed something was wrong. When he rushed into the forbidden area, he saw that the black spring water, which was originally full, was disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye!
"This, this is..." Old Patriarch Bai had never seen such a scene before.
In all these years, he had never seen any Dragon Race cause such a commotion in the Annihilation Spring.
The black spring water suddenly churned together, forming a huge eddy.
Old Patriarch Bai watched helplessly, not daring to even breathe loudly.
As the vortex reached its zenith, suddenly, a shadow leaped out of the spring.
Old Patriarch Bai hurriedly looked up, but his movements were a beat too slow. Sang Ying landed on the ground quickly, where she landed amidst a dense web of spiderweb-like cracks.