Seeking Fortune and Avoiding Evil in the Cultivation World

Chapter 1274 - 588: Crossing the Tribulation with Ease, Obtaining a First-Grade Opportunity

”Are you joking, is this real or fake?”

Upon witnessing this scene, the Shadow Daoist was completely stunned, sensing the dissipating aura of the Demon Flame Daoist’s soul.

Without a doubt, the Demon Flame Daoist had just been bludgeoned to death by this mysterious cultivator.

This was utterly unbelievable and outrageous.

One must understand, the Demon Flame Daoist was a Sixth-Layer Integration cultivator, with cultivation that could shake the heavens. Even when confronting a late-stage Integration cultivator, even if he couldn’t win, escaping should not have been an issue.

But now, he couldn’t withstand a single strike from this mysterious cultivator. This was simply absurd.

No matter how much he refused to believe it, he couldn’t change the fact that the Demon Flame Daoist was truly beaten to death.

Perhaps the other party used some secretive technique.

But he didn’t dare believe he could survive under such mysterious methods.

As an assassin concealed in the shadows, his expertise was in assassination, not head-on combat.

Thus, the best option was naturally to retreat.

Once he figured out this mysterious cultivator’s identity, it wouldn’t be too late to seek revenge.

Boom~~

In an instant, the Shadow Daoist stood in the void, the pressure of his physical body merging with his soul showed not a trace of turbulence, but was instead as restrained and silent as an abyss.

The robes around him moved without wind, yet without making a trace of sound, only tendrils of dark shadow seeped from his pores, like the finest ink dissolving into clear water, silently and seamlessly spreading into a shadow domain spanning tens of thousands of miles — within this domain, all light between heaven and earth was devoured, leaving only pure darkness, boundless and unending, neither day nor night, even the flow of spiritual qi lost its sound, enveloped entirely in extreme silence, as if the world itself were void of sound.

The shadows were not dead still but imbued with extreme vitality and eeriness: They floated through the void like silk, drifting with no pattern, yet able to instantaneously coalesce into sharp shadow blades and sinister shadow beasts, ethereal yet carrying a space-tearing edge;

At this moment, meticulous spatial patterns interwove within the shadows, every strand of shadow’s motion slightly tugging at the void — this undulation was not a violent rupture, but a silent distortion akin to ripples on water, faint dark ripples appeared on the spatial barrier, almost indiscernible to the naked eye, yet making the spatial structure within the domain as complex as a spider’s web, with countless tiny folds quietly forming and vanishing within the shadows.

”Foolish, I am the fastest Integration cultivator, having diligently cultivated the Law of Shadow for eighteen thousand years.”

”Though I don’t know who you are, killing me would be impossible.”

The Shadow Daoist internally sneered, as he willed it, the shadows flowed along the folds in space, moving at extreme speeds, akin to crossing multiple spaces in an instant, covering thousands of miles in a blink of an eye, leaving no traceable path, only a fleeting void afterimage.

With the expansion of the domain, the void’s fluctuations and shadows seamlessly merged, forming a silent hunting ground: the originally stable void, under the erosion of shadows, revealed countless micron-sized spatial cracks, which were filled by shadows, becoming formless and intangible, but able to slice through anything entering them with ease—

The magical treasures of low-tier cultivators within this city instantly turned to dust upon touching the shadows, without even fragments left to fall, utterly devoured by shadows;

In the further void, drawn by shadows, the distortion became indiscernible to the naked eye, the target’s vision was completely disrupted, even though the cultivator was right before them, the spatial distortion made locking onto their position impossible, leaving them to gaze aimlessly within the endless shadows.

It could be said that the expansion of the domains of the two Integration cultivators, even the remnant waves of their power, killed a massive number of demon cultivators in the Demon Flame City.

In truth, this was one of the drawbacks of the demon cultivator’s power, indiscriminately causing severe destruction to their surroundings.

Getting even slightly closer to them would result in death or injury.

”The Law of Shadow, shadow domain? Indeed, incredibly swift and unfathomably mysterious.”

”Too bad you met me.”

Jiang Fan’s eyes revealed a hint of cold light.

He instantly perceived the prowess of this Integration cultivator’s shadow domain.

The opponent could transform into a shadow within the domain, achieving true ”distance-less traversal,” without any signal or sound of movement, in one moment at the edge of the domain, in the next appearing behind the target tens of thousands of miles away, the fingertip of the condensed shadow lightly touching the target’s forehead, the entire process transpiring faster than the limit of the soul’s reaction.

The shadows within the domain pushed speed to its pinnacle, able to entwine the target along the void’s oscillations instantaneously, contracting and slicing like dark lightning, the target failing even to sense pain, before their body was disassembled into the finest particles by the shadows, their soul enveloped and devoured by shadows, the entire process silent, as if they never existed.

With such power, throughout eighteen thousand years, the Shadow Daoist almost never encountered a match, and even if he did, they couldn’t possibly kill him.

Sadly, the power of the wailing stick’s Immortal Artifact exceeded the Shadow Daoist’s imagination.

Because it contained the power of the Law of Cause and Effect.

Capable of locking onto the karmic aura of enemies, with one strike, regardless of where the enemy fled, they could not escape their doom.

In the blink of an eye, Jiang Fan acted again, infusing immense primordial magical power into the wailing stick.

Instantly, he sensed that he had completely locked onto the karmic aura of this Combined Demon Cultivator, an ethereal thread of cause and effect connecting to the opponent, no matter how fast their speed or how well they concealed themselves, this thread of cause and effect could not be broken.