Wasted Spiritual Root to Embark on Demonic Cultivation

Chapter 302

The perfectly staggered timing resulted in his life force being completely severed.

Half an hour later.

When Wang Yu finished tracking him down, the Golden Core in his hand had already turned completely dim. After checking the corpse, he found that all life force had disappeared, and even the soul had dissipated.

This made his brows furrow. He had not even performed soul search yet.

To die just like this.

However, at least the storage ring he lost was recovered. That meant the loss was not too great. After pulling it off, Wang Yu reached into his own robe and fumbled for a good while before taking out a cord string.

Countless storage rings were densely threaded on it.

This item was far more valuable than low-grade storage bags or other basic artifacts. Due to the rarity of spatial-attribute materials, ordinary sects did not even have the ability to produce high-grade storage rings.

Only major sects had such capabilities, and most were still obtained from ancient ruins and secret realms, treasures passed down from antiquity.

Whether called a Heaven-Earth Ring, Mustard Seed Ring, or Storage Ring, they were essentially the same category of item. Their value lay in the spatial material fused into the ring.
Because of their high and stable value, Wang Yu had never sold a single ring he collected. He always cleared out the contents completely and then added another exquisite ring to his chain.

Zhuo Cang’s corpse was also thrown into his Corpse-Nurturing Coffin. He planned to gather a few more corpses and then find an opportunity within this Burial Pit Secret Realm to upgrade his dual corpses. The high-quality blood nourishment available here was abundant.

Combined with the natural advantages of this environment, the difficulty should not be high. His Yin Fiend Corpse Refining Art was already near completion, and he had almost fully mastered its contents.

While he shifted the spirit stones from the rings.

Wang Yu’s attention gradually focused on the great hall. With just one glance, he recognized the flowers carved along the jade railings on both sides.

They were the Other Shore Flower.

Since he cultivated the Yellow Springs Great Hand Seal and had grudges with the Yellow Springs Monastery, he naturally studied such matters thoroughly.

It was said that only the true banks of the Yellow Springs River could grow this wondrous flower. It was not only a sacred object for Yin-path and ghost-path cultivators.

It was also a spiritual item capable of erasing sorrow. Consuming its nectar could refine one’s memories, allowing one to forget all past events and reach a state of emotionlessness.

It did not wipe all memories or turn someone into an idiot.

Instead, it removed all memories unrelated to cultivation, forming a worry-free state of mind that greatly benefited one’s cultivation.

If he could obtain the Other Shore Flower here, Wang Yu believed it would also greatly purify his Asura Killing Heart. The benefits would be immeasurable.

Of course, from the perspective of mere decoration.

The chance of the genuine flower being here was extremely low.

This style and the reverence toward the flower were likely connected to the Yellow Springs Monastery, which reminded him of an incident from many years ago.

When he returned to Taihu, the sealing land of [Desire] within the Black Mountain Demonic Lands involved not only the Joyous Union Sect but also the Elder Dizang lineage of the Yellow Springs Monastery.

They had been scheming around the Northern Boundary Severed Mountain Range.

This information came from Lan Boting by accident in the Withered Leaf Swamp. As a core disciple of the Sword Sect, he strangely carried a prohibition placed by the Yellow Springs Monastery. Wang Yu had not dared to investigate further at that time.

But now, could they have been searching for this very place.

However, he felt it should not be so.

The scale of the Burial Pit Secret Realm was too small to justify such effort, unless there was an even larger secret realm related to the Yellow Springs Monastery hidden here.

He murmured in his heart.

“I remember that before the Yellow Springs Monastery was established, it actually developed from a remnant lineage of an ancient overlord force known as the Nether Springs White Bone Path, which existed even earlier than the Heavenly Soul Sect by ten thousand years.”

He summoned the Glazed Iceheart Pagoda, letting it rotate above his head. Although it was inscribed with the Guanghan Twelve Phases and the Aurora Escape Technique, it could also serve as a defensive treasure in critical moments.

Just like his alchemy furnace, which primarily assisted in pill refinement.

The material of a true magic treasure alone could block most attacks for him.

Following the tunnel opened by the Zhuo family.

Passing through the thick special stone walls, a spacious great hall came into view. There were clear signs of activity here, and even every table and chair had been removed.

Nothing was left for Wang Yu, which made him slightly irritated.

“These were supposed to be mine, a bunch of thieves.”

A cold snort.

A Fengshui Compass appeared in his right hand. With the infusion of magic power, it expanded significantly. A complex miniature ritual formation rose in the center. Wang Yu then took out five blank second-rank formation flags.

He chanted softly.

“Five directions and five spirits, reveal the guiding might.”

“Go, open the living path.”

The five formation flags manifested five spirit phantoms and planted themselves onto the Fengshui Compass. The central ritual formation released a crooked white line of light.

Following its guidance would allow him to avoid all traps and mechanisms in this place. This was the wonder of Fengshui mystic arts.

Earth Formation Masters and Earth Masters had some differences.

The latter specialized in Fengshui mystic arts, which could break formations and change natural layouts. They seemed similar to Earth Formation Masters but were far weaker in combat power.

Their strange abilities relied heavily on the Fengshui Compass. Breaking too many natural patterns would distort their own fate and invite misfortune, often ending in miserable deaths.

The founder of this art was only a Spirit Transformation cultivator. In the end, he lost his mind and disappeared within the heavenly currents.

Its potential was far inferior to orthodox cultivation arts and divine abilities.

It could only serve as a support technique.

Setting these matters aside.

Following the living path, Wang Yu sped up. He found many traces of blood along the way. Judging from the amount, at least two people had died.

They had been torn into pieces. No intact corpse parts were found. But plenty of minced flesh clung to the walls and pillars.

After the front hall was a large plaza.

At the far end was the central hall. On both sides were corridors with high walls, raised about six inches above the ground, empty and lifeless.

What was strange was that once he followed the tracks to this place.

There were no more traces of anyone. It was as though they had vanished.

“Spirit Threads of Divine Sense, Ten Thousand Miles Manifestation Trace.”

Switching to a more delicate probing method, Wang Yu swept through every corner of the empty plaza with his divine sense. He soon made a discovery.

“Looks like they really went underground.”

After thinking for a moment, Wang Yu released the Lunar Yin Corpse to open the path ahead. The formation flags on the Fengshui Compass had reached their time limit.

These expensive items all shattered and became useless.

Once used as casting medium for a Fengshui secret technique, the formation flags were single-use consumables. There was nothing economical about them. This might also be the reason their effects were so powerful.

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Underground.

Zhuo Jie and Zhuo Yu did not look very well. The four late Foundation Establishment cultivators who had been following them had been used to probe the prohibitions along the way.

They had all died cleanly. Only the two of them remained.

The great hall above had prohibitions with every step. Its defensive intensity was completely maxed out. It was far more dangerous than they had predicted, and the danger came from an invisible counterstrike.

It was as if something inside the body suddenly exploded. Each one died without leaving behind even bone fragments. Their bodies had burst apart inch by inch.

“Brother Jie, since we are already here.

“We might as well take a look inside. With such dense prohibitions, does that not exactly prove that the master of this place held a high status?”

“That makes sense.”

Zhuo Jie nodded with approval.

“I heard Brother Yu has some skill with puppet arts. Why not let your puppet go in and scout first?”

“Fine.”

Zhuo Yu gritted his teeth and agreed. Puppet arts were something he only played with casually. He had never invested many resources, so he only had a single ordinary early third-rank spirit puppet.

Because it had a demon beast soul infused into it, it possessed basic intelligence.

It usually served him in many ways, making it a perfect servant. So he felt reluctant.

Thus.

Zhuo Jie saw his companion take out a puppet wearing very little, with a curvy figure, long legs, fair skin, and a beautiful face. Her features resembled Zhuo Wenshi somewhat.

Aside from the lack of liveliness in her eyes, the difference between her and a real person was truly minimal.

Zhuo Jie: “…”

He had something to say, but did not know if he should say it. No wonder Zhuo Yu looked like his mother had died.

Zhuo Yu: “Do not tell anyone.”

Zhuo Jie: “Rest assured. Once we leave this palace, I definitely will not tell anyone. Do you not trust my mouth?”

Zhuo Yu: “Then it is settled. Go.”

Under divine sense control, the spirit puppet that resembled Zhuo Wenshi, yet had a far superior figure, stepped into the hidden chamber ahead of them.

Inside, it was pitch black, but for Core Formation cultivators darkness was nothing. Their life level had undergone two transformations, making them completely different from ordinary people.

As long as the darkness was not created by a spell or prohibition, it could not hinder them.

However.

The spirit puppet did not trigger any special prohibition after entering, and the scene it perceived was transmitted into Zhuo Yu’s mind. The secret chamber was empty, with only a stone platform in the center.

A corpse dressed in white lay upon it.

“Go. It seems there are no prohibitions.”

“Hehe. Brother Yu, after you.”

“Very well.”

In truth, there really were no traps.

The two walked smoothly to the stone platform. Zhuo Jie summoned several bright flames that illuminated the chamber completely. He spoke in confusion.

“How can this be? According to our earlier deductions, whoever arranged this place should not want us to disturb the deceased. Why is it that the moment we reach the corpse it becomes safe?

“And burying someone in a secret chamber like this is strange. It does not follow ancient burial rites. It is far too sloppy.”

He spoke for a while, yet his companion gave no response. His heart skipped a beat.

“Brother Yu? Brother Yu?”

Zhuo Yu did not respond. Instead, he began trembling with excitement.

“A magic robe. This is a fourth-rank magic robe. Jie…”

Before he finished speaking, an angry shout suddenly erupted.

“Wretched creature. How dare you lay your hands on something that belongs to me. Die!”

The one who appeared at this moment was Wang Yu. It was not an illusion.

He had rushed all the way here. When he finally caught up to them, the first thing he saw was someone rummaging through his treasure. Truly unforgivable.

He had even heard it. A fourth-rank magic robe.

It was definitely something his ancestor had lost.

As he shouted to intimidate them, the Yellow Springs Great Hand Seal struck without hesitation. In this tiny secret chamber, the massive hand of murky yellow water seized all available space.

Other than burrowing into the ground, there was nowhere to dodge.

When Zhuo Jie retreated to create distance and activated a magic treasure to resist, Zhuo Yu remained standing in place, unmoving. He kept repeating:

“A magic robe. This is a fourth-rank magic robe. Jie…”

“A magic robe. This is a fourth-rank magic robe. Jie…”

Like a machine endlessly looping the same line.