Chapter 151 ·Feng Jiuge’s Journey to the Demon Realm

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Gu ‍​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍Yan sat cross-legged within the Longevity Hall. From True Immortal Realm Fourth Layer to Fifth Layer, he had only spent four years this time.

Compared ‍​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍to the previous breakthrough that had taken six years, it was two years faster.

Gu ‍​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍Yan felt no surprise whatsoever about this.

With ‍​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍a grotto-heaven world on him, all kinds of heavenly treasures were piled up like mountains, while spiritual pills and miraculous medicines were inexhaustible.

On ‍​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‍top of that, there was the amplification from that pile of entries.

Wanting to cultivate slowly?

That was simply impossible.

Back when he had first entered the True Immortal Realm, his cultivation progress had been somewhat slower because his foundation had only just formed and needed stabilizing.

Now that his foundation was stable, his progress naturally advanced by leaps and bounds.

At this rate, it would not take many years for him to reach True Immortal Realm Ninth Layer.

Once he entered the Mysterious Immortal Realm, his breakthroughs would probably slow down again for a while.

But after slowing down, it would once more become faster and faster.

A cycle repeated endlessly.

This was the cultivation speed of a cheat user.

Simple and unadorned.

And boring.

……

Spirit Realm, at the border between the Southern Region and the Western Wasteland.

Ever since Feng Jiuge had left the Azure Wave Sect of the Eastern Continent, he had never stayed in one place for long.

Now that the atmosphere within the Spirit Realm had greatly improved, the number of people he killed had also decreased considerably.

It was not because his hands had gone rusty, but because there were no longer that many people deserving death jumping before his eyes.

On this day, he arrived at a desolate mountain wilderness.

This place lay at the border between the two regions. Human traces were scarce, and even demonic beasts were rarely seen.

Yet Feng Jiuge vaguely sensed that the spiritual energy here was somewhat abnormal, so he decided to try his luck. Perhaps there might be some rare treasure hidden here.

He wandered through the mountains for half a day before finally discovering something unusual within a mountain hollow.

It was a crack.

On the mountain wall was a fissure around two people wide, extending diagonally downward, its depths impossible to see.

The edges of the fissure were smooth and did not look naturally formed.

Feng Jiuge stood before the crack, but his divine sense could detect nothing.

After observing it for a while longer, he flicked out a pebble with a raised hand.

The pebble fell into the fissure, dropping deeper and deeper.

A moment later, a faint sound came from below.

Feng Jiuge listened carefully, his brows slightly rising.

There was an echo.

That meant there was space beneath.

After pondering for a long while, he still decided to go down and take a look.

After all, he had traveled across countless places over the years. What dangerous lands had he not visited before?

Could a mere fissure really do anything to him?

Feng Jiuge leaped downward, plunging into the crack.

The falling time was longer than he had expected.

All around him was pitch-black darkness, with only occasional faint light drifting upward from below.

No one knew how long he fell before his feet finally touched solid ground.

Feng Jiuge steadied himself and raised his eyes to survey the surroundings.

This was an underground cavern, enormous in size, spanning several li in radius.

Countless tiny crystals were embedded within the cavern walls, emitting faint fluorescence that illuminated the entire area like daylight.

At the center of the cavern stood a stone platform.

On top of the platform rested a jade slip.

Feng Jiuge swept his gaze around the surroundings. After confirming there were no mechanisms or traps, he walked toward the stone platform.

He reached out and picked up the jade slip.

The instant his fingertips touched it—

Boom!

A terrifying suction force surged from within the jade slip, enveloping his entire body.

Feng Jiuge’s expression changed drastically. He wanted to release it, but it was already too late.

That suction force dragged him toward some unknown destination.

The scenery of the cavern around him began twisting and blurring before ultimately turning into chaos.

Feng Jiuge only felt the world spinning around him, as though he had been thrown into a bottomless abyss, falling endlessly.

No one knew how much time passed.

Feng Jiuge finally felt solid ground once more.

He collapsed onto the ground, gasping heavily, his complexion somewhat pale.

After resting for quite some time, he finally lifted his head and looked around.

This was an unfamiliar mountain forest.

The trees were tall and lush, yet they carried a strange dark crimson hue.

The sky was gray and gloomy, while the air was permeated with a faint sweet scent of blood.

Feng Jiuge frowned deeply.

What place was this?

He stood up and attempted to circulate the spiritual energy within his body.

Fortunately, his spiritual energy was still there and had not been affected.

Only then did Feng Jiuge relax slightly before walking toward the outside of the forest.

After traveling for about half an hour, he finally saw signs of habitation.

It was a village.

The village was not large, containing only around a hundred households.

The houses were built from piled stones and looked crude and simple.

Feng Jiuge approached the village, intending to ask someone for directions.

However, when he clearly saw the appearances of those villagers, his footsteps involuntarily paused.

Those villagers… looked somewhat strange.

For example, the proportions of their facial features were off.

Some had eyes so large they occupied nearly half their faces.

Some had mouths so small they resembled narrow slits.

Some had pointed ears that stood upright.

Some had two short little horns growing from their foreheads.

And those villagers also noticed him.

They were first stunned, then their eyes lit up brightly.

“Human…”

“It’s a human race member!”

“A tender-skinned human race member!”

“How many years has it been since we last saw a human race member?!”

The villagers began shouting noisily, their voices sharp and piercing.

The next moment, they lunged toward Feng Jiuge.

A cold glint flashed through Feng Jiuge’s eyes as he struck out with a palm.

Boom!

The few villagers charging at the front were instantly smashed into minced meat.

When the villagers behind saw this, they scattered in terror and fled in all directions.

Feng Jiuge snorted coldly. His figure flashed, and he caught up to one of the slower villagers, grabbing him by the neck.

Soul Search.

A moment later, Feng Jiuge released his hand. The villager collapsed limply onto the ground, blood flowing from all seven orifices as he died on the spot.

Feng Jiuge stood where he was, his expression solemn.

The results of the Soul Search had surprised him somewhat.

That jade slip had actually brought him to the Demon Realm.

Feng Jiuge was not unfamiliar with the Demon Realm.

Back when he had traveled through the Central Lands, he had once heard some loose cultivators mention it.

The heavens and earth were vast and boundless.

Below were the three thousand mortal worlds.

In the middle were the three thousand worlds of the Spirit Realm, Demon Realm, Demon Realm, and Ghost Realm.

The so-called “three thousand” was not a literal number, but merely a figurative expression meaning countless.

These countless middle worlds were all formed from the origin of worlds.

The name of each world was not fixed forever, but was determined according to the strongest race within that world.

For example, in the world where he currently stood, demonic qi flourished, the demon race population was the largest, and their power the strongest. Therefore, it was called the Demon Realm.

As for the Spirit Realm where he had grown up, the strongest race at the time of its birth had been the spirit race, which was why it was named the Spirit Realm.

Later, the human race rose to power and replaced the spirit race.

However, everyone had already grown accustomed to the name, so it was never changed and remained known as the Spirit Realm.

As for above these countless middle worlds, there existed the one and only shared Immortal Realm.

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