Chapter 393 ·Successor of the Insect Devil

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󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄂the crimson world of blazing heat.

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Stepping ‍​‌​​‌​​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​‌​‌‌‌​‍󠄂󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄂on a bird-shaped Fire Spirit that was still letting out weak cries, Lin Chang’an exerted a little force.

Bang!

The Fire Spirit exploded into countless sparks.

“The scorching aura here has become even more terrifying.”

Lifting his foot, Lin Chang’an looked around solemnly.

Even Core Formation cultivators could feel the searing heat here. One could easily imagine just how unbearably hot this place truly was.

“Traveling through this place for long periods while constantly facing attacks from Fire Spirits and other dangerous creatures means spiritual power is being consumed every moment.”

“This Water-Attribute spiritual barrier appears to consume very little.”

“But in reality, cultivators must constantly divert spiritual power to resist the invading fire aura. Coupled with the Secret Realm's restrictions that force everyone to travel on foot, the consumption becomes enormous.”

Lowering his head, Lin Chang’an looked at his Third-rank spirit boots.

They had already been worn through.

Even Third-rank materials could not withstand the razor-sharp Crimson Flame Sand.

“Fortunately, my body refinement has already reached Mid Third-rank.”

“These Crimson Flame Sands are merely somewhat troublesome for me.”

“But for other cultivators...

“I can already imagine how painful this journey must be.”

Walking barefoot across the burning sands, Lin Chang’an sighed softly.

No wonder so many Core Formation cultivators had perished here.

Danger accompanied every single step.

No cultivator dared claim they could maintain peak spiritual power at all times.

The Five Element Dead Zones did not kill immediately.

Instead...

They constantly ground away at a cultivator's spiritual power and endurance.

“This Water-Attribute barrier no longer needs to remain.”

“Saving even a little spiritual power is worthwhile.”

As Lin Chang’an formed hand seals, the Water-Attribute barrier surrounding him dispersed.

Replacing it was the Four Symbols Dragon Scale Armor hidden beneath his robes.

A fire-repelling spiritual glow shimmered across its surface.

Feeling the refreshing coolness, Lin Chang’an couldn't help smiling.

“As expected of the treasure armor that consumed so many precious materials to repair.”

“It doesn't require any of my own spiritual power.”

“Relying solely on its own abilities, it can completely resist the invasion of the fire aura.”

Just then, a clear phoenix cry echoed across the heavens.

Looking up, countless Fire Spirits flew through the crimson sky.

Yet among them, it was impossible to distinguish which one was the Wind-Chirp Bird.

After all, they all appeared as birds wreathed in flames.

However, the Fire Spirits possessed rudimentary intelligence.

When they encountered the Wind-Chirp Bird—the supreme spirit born from fire itself—they trembled as though facing their natural predator.

Almost none of them resisted.

One after another, they were happily swallowed by the Wind-Chirp Bird.

After circling once and confirming there were no more Fire Spirits nearby, it finally landed contentedly.

“Master...

“I really wish I could live here forever.”

Shrinking rapidly, the Wind-Chirp Bird landed upon Lin Chang’an's shoulder.

As it spoke, it occasionally let out satisfied burps.

Watching tiny wisps of flame escape from its beak and nostrils with every burp, Lin Chang’an laughed and scolded it.

“This place's spiritual energy is many times richer than outside.”

“You think I wouldn't want to live here too?”

The Wind-Chirp Bird's round little belly visibly contained swirling crimson energy.

It was obvious just how many Fire Spirits it had devoured along the way.

If the poisonous insects of the Wood Dead Zone had been delicious meals...

Then the Fire Spirits of the Fire Dead Zone were supreme nourishment.

After all...

The Wind-Chirp Bird was a spirit born from fire itself.

Moreover, demonic beasts differed greatly from human cultivators.

Lin Chang’an had a feeling...

By the time they passed through all Five Element Dead Zones...

The energy accumulated within the Wind-Chirp Bird would probably only require a period of deep sleep before its cultivation advanced dramatically.

“Enough.”

“This Secret Realm has existed for over ten thousand years.”

“There are endless Fire Spirits here.”

“While you're eating, collect some Fire Essence Pearls for me as well.”

The Fire Essence Pearls formed within Fire Spirits were exceptional materials for artifact refinement.

As a High-grade Third-rank Artifact Refiner, there was no way he would let such valuable materials escape.

“What a pity.”

“This Secret Realm only opens once every three hundred years.”

“Even the Crimson Flame Sand covering the surface exists in such enormous quantities.”

“If someone had enough time to mine seriously...”

“There would certainly be abundant Crimson Flame Spirit Ore beneath it.”

“Crimson Flame Sand Essence is one of the finest materials for refining Magical Artifacts.”

In the end...

Lin Chang’an could only shake his head regretfully before continuing forward.

...

“So Fellow Daoist wants my Storage Pouch?”

“Then let's see whether your teeth are hard enough to bite through it!”

After dozens of Fire Spirits had finally been eliminated, one injured cultivator, whose spiritual power had been heavily depleted, immediately became the target of a robbery.

“I'll drag you down with me even if I die!”

“In your dreams!”

“I probably won't survive the Five Element Dead Zones anyway.”

“But I'm not leaving empty-handed!”

Scenes of opportunistic killings and robbery among cultivators began unfolding everywhere.

Most cultivators who reached this place had prepared thoroughly.

Naturally, their wealth was considerable.

That inevitably gave rise to another type of cultivator.

Those who only prepared enough supplies to enter the Secret Realm.

From that point onward...

They relied entirely on robbing fellow cultivators.

Others had simply obtained Secret Realm fragments through sheer luck.

In short...

Every kind of cultivator could be found here.

Hidden within a distant valley, Lin Chang’an calmly watched another robbery unfold without the slightest ripple in his expression.

“Master.”

“That fellow has already started cleaning up the battlefield.”

“Should I go over and become the phoenix waiting behind the mantis?”

The golden Wind-Chirp Bird stared excitedly into the distance, clearly eager to stir up trouble.

“Enough.”

“There's no need to create unnecessary trouble.”

Seeing through the Wind-Chirp Bird's desire to loot the cultivators' Storage Pouches, Lin Chang’an refused without hesitation.

His face remained concealed beneath his black hood.

His bare feet stepped directly upon the burning Crimson Flame Sand.

Perhaps because he had walked across it for so long...

His feet had gradually taken on a faint reddish tint.

Yet for someone with Mid Third-rank body refinement...

The sensation was merely warm.

It felt little different from soaking one's feet.

The Crimson Flame Sand capable of grinding away Third-rank materials...

Could not harm Lin Chang’an in the slightest.

Meanwhile...

Many other cultivators inside the Secret Realm had already begun suffering greatly.

Of course...

Every cultivator displayed their own unique methods for resisting the fire aura.

After several more days within the Fire Dead Zone...

Lin Chang’an suddenly stopped.

His expression gradually became solemn.

Stretching before him was an endless crimson desert formed entirely from Crimson Flame Sand.

The grains here were even finer.

Which also meant...

They were even sharper.

Faced with such an unusual landscape, Lin Chang’an certainly didn't believe it existed merely as decoration.

“According to the intelligence provided by the Sixth Elder before entering the Secret Realm, as well as the Sinister Soul Sect's records...”

“This should be the Crimson Flame Desert within the Fire Dead Zone.”

“All kinds of poisonous insects hide beneath these sands.”

Having only previously read descriptions of the Beast Sea Region's greatest Secret Realm...

Lin Chang’an was finally experiencing it firsthand.

The experience filled him with deep shock.

At the same time, another passage from the Sinister Soul Sect's records surfaced within his mind.

“To possess such heaven-defying methods...”

“To transform an entire blessed paradise into this...”

“Could the Sinister Soul Sect's speculation truly be correct?”

“That this Secret Realm is actually a Demon-Sealing Altar?”

“The Five Element Dead Zones form the massive sealing terrain, creating everything seen today!”

Whether these ancient legends—or the later speculations of cultivators—were true...

Lin Chang’an had no way of knowing.

However...

He was certain of one thing.

The cultivator capable of creating such a Secret Realm absolutely could not have been ordinary.

Even several Late Nascent Soul Grand Cultivators joining forces probably couldn't accomplish such a feat.

“Master?”

The Wind-Chirp Bird tilted its head in confusion while staring at the Crimson Flame Desert.

Lin Chang’an slowly exhaled before suppressing those thoughts.

Even if he uncovered the truth behind these ancient secrets...

It would have little to do with him.

His foremost priorities remained cultivation and finding treasures for forming the Nascent Soul.

However...

This place could still be put to good use.

“This time...”

“Eat as much as you like.”

“Let's reach the deepest part of the Lava Mountains as quickly as possible.”

His cultivation path relied on Wood controlling Fire.

Having encountered such an exceptional land filled with Fire Spirits...

Naturally, the Fusang Divine Tree needed to seize this opportunity to recover.

The Lava Mountains within the Fire Dead Zone contained the richest concentration of Fire-Attribute energy.

“Leave it to me, Master!”

The Wind-Chirp Bird shouted excitedly.

Perhaps it wasn't especially talented in other matters...

But when it came to eating...

Nothing surpassed it.

Meanwhile, inside the Spirit Beast Pouch, the Azure-Horned Ox merely let out low grumbling noises.

It had absolutely no desire to come outside.

Earlier, it had actually considered emerging.

However...

Even as a Third-rank demonic beast, this environment irritated and disgusted it.

Remaining here for extended periods while constantly resisting the fire aura would rapidly drain its spiritual power.

Even its hooves would gradually wear away.

It would never remain in peak condition.

Every environment nurtured its own people.

The same held true for demonic beasts.

“The only creatures truly suited to the Fire Dead Zone...”

“Are probably the Fire Spirits and those special fire-attributed demonic beasts.”

The moment Lin Chang’an stepped into the Crimson Flame Desert, his Spirit Eyes immediately spotted countless scorpions, ants, and other poisonous insects hidden beneath the sand.

Danger lurked everywhere.

Though deadly...

The region also produced numerous unique Fire-Attribute Spirit Herbs and treasures.

“Chirp!”

The Wind-Chirp Bird disdainfully tossed aside a venomous scorpion.

Its rank was obviously too low.

It didn't even bother eating it.

Or perhaps...

Having feasted too well lately...

It had actually become picky.

Three days later...

Despite traveling continuously, Lin Chang’an encountered almost no major danger.

His brows gradually furrowed.

“So there really is something wrong.”

“No wonder this entire journey has been unusually peaceful.”

The crimson desert ahead appeared tranquil.

Yet beneath the sand...

His Spirit Eyes detected something unusual.

This was only possible because his Spirit Eyes could see through stone and earth.

Unlike Divine Sense.

Most cultivators relied heavily upon Divine Sense.

Inside this Secret Realm, where Divine Sense was greatly restricted...

The combat strength of countless Core Formation cultivators had dropped dramatically.

“Master...

“Something's wrong here?”

Under the Wind-Chirp Bird's puzzled gaze, Lin Chang’an formed hand seals and activated Earth Escape.

The surrounding sands began rolling violently.

Moments later...

The Wind-Chirp Bird stared in astonishment.

Broken insect corpses surfaced from beneath the crimson desert.

“If my guess is correct...”

“This should originally have been the territory of the Crimson Flame Iron Ants.”

“That's why there aren't many other living creatures nearby.”

“The reason we encountered so little danger along the way...”

“Is because someone already slaughtered the entire Crimson Flame Iron Ant colony.”

Squatting on the ground, Lin Chang’an examined the broken ant remains in his hand with a grave expression.

Crimson Flame Iron Ants ranked among the most ferocious insects.

Their bodies were impervious to blades and spears.

Most spells barely affected them.

They could also spew poisonous crimson flames capable of corroding Magical Artifacts.

“Hm?”

Among the countless broken Crimson Flame Iron Ant corpses...

Lin Chang’an suddenly noticed several unusual insects.

His expression immediately changed.

“Could these be...”

“The Spirit-Devouring Insects...”

“The number one insect listed on the Ferocious Insect Rankings?”

These insects could devour anything containing spiritual energy.

They were vicious beyond compare.

Impervious to blades, water, and fire alike.

By consuming all things, they continuously evolved.

Very few methods existed to counter them.

The reason Lin Chang’an recognized them...

Was because these insects were simply too famous throughout the cultivation world.

“It is said that there was once a cultivator who specialized in raising these insects.”

“Whether righteous cultivators, demonic cultivators, or rogue cultivators...”

“They all became nothing more than food for his insects.”

“That man became known as the Insect Devil.”

“He once plunged the cultivation world into rivers of blood.”

“In the end, the major factions joined forces to severely wound him.”

“After that...”

“He disappeared.”

“And so did the Spirit-Devouring Insects.”

Looking at the insect corpses, Lin Chang’an grew increasingly solemn.

This matter had nothing to do with him.

And he had absolutely no desire to become involved.

“Spirit-Devouring Insects?”

The Wind-Chirp Bird tilted its head curiously.

Acting purely on instinct, it pecked one into its beak.

Crunch! Crunch!

After tasting one...

Its eyes immediately lit up.

The flavor was obviously excellent.

However, Lin Chang’an quickly stopped the gluttonous bird.

He carefully collected the few dozen Spirit-Devouring Insect corpses buried beneath the desert.

“The appearance of the Spirit-Devouring Insects is no small matter.”

“They may prove useful someday.”

After solemnly storing away the insect corpses, Lin Chang’an buried the area once more, restoring everything exactly as before.

Then he immediately changed direction with the Wind-Chirp Bird.

He had no desire whatsoever to encounter that person.

According to legend...

Spirit-Devouring Insects had never naturally existed.

The Insect Devil had created them by chance through a forbidden blood sacrifice technique.

Lin Chang’an could already imagine...

Once news of the Spirit-Devouring Insects spread after the Secret Realm expedition...

The entire cultivation world would be thrown into turmoil.

This was clearly an enormous source of trouble.

...

After changing routes...

As expected, dangerous insects began appearing one after another.

Crimson Flame Iron Ants especially became increasingly common.

“This should also help me avoid crossing paths with that person.”

In the distance, swarms of ants buzzed anxiously.

Even while terrified, they desperately protected something as they burrowed underground.

Seeing this, Lin Chang’an smiled.

Forming hand seals, he slapped the ground.

The distant sands boiled violently.

The ant swarm that had barely disappeared underground was immediately forced back to the surface.

Most notably...

A gigantic Ant Queen measuring nearly nine meters in length emerged.

It let out terrified shrieks before spewing an enormous torrent of crimson flames.

Above them...

The Wind-Chirp Bird cried excitedly.

Rather than dodging...

It dove straight into the terrifying flames.

The crimson fire, capable of corroding Magical Artifacts...

Failed to leave even the slightest mark upon its golden feathers.

Like raindrops sliding off its body...

The Wind-Chirp Bird opened its enormous beak.

A terrifying suction force erupted.

Entire swarms of Crimson Flame Iron Ants were swallowed whole.

The Ant Queen itself was seized by the Wind-Chirp Bird's claws before its beak struck downward.

Crack!

Its incomparably hard shell shattered instantly.

Crimson blood splashed across the Crimson Flame Sand.

Even the sand emitted sizzling sounds as portions dissolved away.

“Don't waste it!”

“The Ant Queen's blood is an extremely valuable acidic poison!”

Seeing this, Lin Chang’an hurried forward.

Taking out a jade bottle from his Storage Pouch, he quickly began collecting the precious blood.

Every part of a Crimson Flame Iron Ant Queen was valuable.

Its shell alone was an excellent refining material.

“Burp!”

After swallowing the enormous ant colony, the Wind-Chirp Bird let out another satisfied burp.

Even the tiny flame escaping its mouth had become noticeably richer.

Scorching winds swept across the battlefield.

Lin Chang’an expertly cleaned everything up before man and bird once again continued deeper into the Secret Realm.

Several days later...

While the Wind-Chirp Bird disdainfully tossed scorpions aside one after another...

Lin Chang’an suddenly sensed something.

His expression froze.

Narrowing his eyes, he looked toward the right.

“Someone's fighting.”

“This aura feels familiar.”

“How did she end up trapped in such a desperate battle?”

Immediately afterward, he recalled the Wind-Chirp Bird before quietly hiding behind a nearby sand dune.

In the distance...

Su Miaoyin, dressed in a gray Daoist robe, looked utterly miserable.

She was being besieged by two cultivators.

“Hahaha!”

“So she's Lu True Lord's disciple from Bihai Palace!”

“If we kill her, our Patriarch will surely reward us greatly!”

“Fellow Daoist, help me capture this little slut.”

“All her treasures will belong to you.”

“Afterward, I'll personally recommend you to become the Patriarch's disciple.”

“Agreed.”

“I've long admired the Patriarch's great reputation.”

The yellow-faced burly man laughed excitedly while making one tempting promise after another.

Lin Chang’an recognized him.

He had seen him before the Secret Realm entrance.

He was the direct disciple of a Nascent Soul cultivator from one of the sects hostile toward Bihai Palace.

The other cultivator wore a Confucian robe.

He appeared to be either a rogue cultivator or someone from a minor family.

His greedy eyes made his intentions perfectly clear.

As long as they captured Su Miaoyin...

He would profit tremendously.

“What incredible luck.”

“I wonder which Fellow Daoist managed to wound Fellow Daoist Su so severely.”

“Looks like I'll be the one reaping the benefits today.”

Thunder roared continuously.

Su Miaoyin retreated in utter disarray.

She struggled desperately against the combined assault.

Watching the battlefield gradually approach his position, Lin Chang’an frowned.

He immediately activated Earth Escape and slowly sank beneath the sand.

However...

The battered Su Miaoyin suddenly sensed something.

She hurriedly cried out,

“I beg this Fellow Daoist to lend a hand!”

“I am the direct disciple of Lu True Lord from Bihai Palace!”

“There will certainly be a generous reward afterward!”

Her desperate plea immediately caused both Core Formation cultivators to tense.

“Be careful.”

“She might just be bluffing.”

“Better stay cautious.”

The yellow-faced man, possessing the resources of a Nascent Soul disciple, immediately activated several large-area talismans regardless of whether she was bluffing.

Hidden beneath the scorching sand, Lin Chang’an narrowed his eyes.

“Su Miaoyin actually detected me?”

“Does she possess exceptionally powerful Divine Sense...”

“Or some kind of eye technique?”

Within the Secret Realm, Divine Sense was heavily restricted.

Especially beneath three meters of Crimson Flame Sand.

Even his own Divine Sense could only penetrate about a meter.

“So long as Fellow Daoist saves me...”

“I'll offer you the Secret Realm route map.”

Su Miaoyin's anxious voice sounded again.

This time...

It reached him through voice transmission.

Lin Chang’an immediately became solemn.

She had truly discovered him.

“Even buried three meters beneath the sand...”

“She still found me!”

After a brief moment of thought...

Lin Chang’an decided to act.

After all...

They currently belonged to the same side under Bihai Palace.

Moreover, Su Miaoyin hadn't exposed his location.

That alone earned a measure of goodwill.

“Lead him toward me.”

After transmitting his voice, Su Miaoyin froze.

The familiar voice...

It was Lin Chang’an.

She had only sensed someone nearby.

She hadn't known who it was.

“Stop bluffing!”

After another barrage of talismans exploded...

No one appeared.

The yellow-faced man immediately laughed loudly.

Yet he quietly retreated behind his companion.

He remained cautious.

Most of his vigilance focused upon the surroundings and distant areas.

As for underground...

He paid very little attention.

After all...

The deeper one went beneath the Crimson Flame Desert...

The more unbearable the heat became.

Terrifying poisonous insects also lurked below.

Hiding underground seemed even more dangerous.

“Very well!”

“Today I'll show you the power of a Nascent Soul Symbol Treasure!”

Su Miaoyin appeared to have reached her limit.

Determination flashed across her eyes.

The two enemies immediately retreated, protecting themselves.

At that instant—

Nine terrifying sword lights erupted from beneath the desert.

“Not good!”

The nine sword lights possessed terrifying power.

Their protective barriers immediately screeched.

Cracks rapidly spread across them.

The two cultivators' pupils contracted in horror.

That madman!

He was risking everything from the very first move!

Boom!

The simultaneous self-detonation of all nine sword lights rivaled the destructive force of three High-grade Magical Artifacts.

Their protective barriers instantly shattered.

“I am—”

Sensing fatal danger from behind amidst the explosion, the yellow-faced man hurriedly shouted.

Before he could finish...

A golden streak pierced straight through his chest.

The Sun-Piercing Divine Sword shot completely through his body.

His Golden Core was split cleanly in half.

His face froze in utter disbelief.

This person was ruthless.

Wasn't he afraid of offending the Sixteen Sea Guardian Sects?

Or...

Was he also from Bihai Palace?

Unfortunately...

Darkness swallowed his consciousness before he could think further.

At the same time...

Su Miaoyin seized the opportunity.

The lightning whip in her hand lashed outward.

The remaining cultivator was cut cleanly in half at the waist.

Without slowing in the slightest...

The Sun-Piercing Divine Sword curved around before piercing straight through him as well.

With his protective barrier already destroyed...

Faced with the combined attack...

The Confucian-robed cultivator died without even managing a scream.

...

Scorching winds swept across the desert once more.

Everything returned to silence.

Because of her injuries, Su Miaoyin's complexion was pale.

Her gray Daoist robe had been torn apart.

The close-fitting inner armor beneath was revealed, perfectly outlining her graceful figure.

Especially her impressively full chest.

Normally, the loose Daoist robe concealed everything.

“Many thanks, Fellow Daoist Lin, for saving my life.”

“I, Miaoyin, am deeply grateful.”

Smiling sweetly despite her weakened condition, Su Miaoyin cupped her fists in thanks.

Her pale skin...

Fragile appearance...

And those soul-stirring eyes...

Made her appear even more captivating.

Meanwhile, after collecting both Storage Pouches and Magical Artifacts, Lin Chang’an cupped his fists.

“Fellow Daoist Su is too polite.”

“You and I are close friends.”

“How could I possibly stand by without helping?”

Since he had rescued her...

Naturally, he couldn't allow the favor to go unnoticed.

After all...

She still had a Nascent Soul father.

Lin Chang’an couldn't help recalling their escort mission back to Tianxuan City.

The reward from that trip had been exceedingly generous.

Presumably...

Lu True Lord wouldn't be stingy this time either.

“Since Fellow Daoist has escaped danger...”

“I'll take my leave.”

Seeing that her injuries were extremely severe, Lin Chang’an deliberately kept his distance after cleaning the battlefield.

He didn't want to arouse unnecessary suspicion.

After all...

Taking advantage of the wounded was commonplace within the cultivation world.

However...

Su Miaoyin suddenly turned pale.

Using a soft, alluring voice, she spoke.

“Fellow Daoist Lin...”

“I have no way to repay saving my life.”

“As promised before, I'll gladly offer the Nascent Soul insights.”

“But I also ask Fellow Daoist Lin to help treat my injuries.”

“Afterward...”

“I'll also give you the Secret Realm map drawn personally by my Master.”

Seeing this...

Lin Chang’an's eyelids twitched.

The way this Su Miaoyin looked at him now...

He immediately recognized her.

This was the other one.

One body.

Two souls.

One specialized in Lightning techniques.

The other cultivated Divine Sense techniques.

The two complemented each other perfectly.

Their combined strength far surpassed cultivators of the same realm.

The dignified and gentle personality was the Su Miaoyin he knew.

This alluring enchantress...

Was the second soul he had only met once before.

Back when he and Yun Yao escorted her back to Tianxuan City...

It had been this second soul.

“Fellow Daoist Su is too courteous.”

Although he spoke politely...

The moment he received the jade slip...

Lin Chang’an's eyes immediately lit up.

As generous as ever.

Inside were Lu True Lord's personal insights on forming the Nascent Soul.

“Big Brother Lin...”

“You've already saved me once.”

“Why not save me completely...”

Her enchanting voice echoed gently.

Combined with her weak posture as she sat upon the ground...

She appeared even more alluring.

Lin Chang’an could only feel speechless.

“Fellow Daoist Su must be joking.”

“I'm actually younger than you.”

“Big Brother Lin misunderstood.”

“Although my sister and I share one body with two souls...”

“I awakened much later.”

“So if we're judging by the order our souls awakened...”

“Miaoyin is actually a little younger than Big Brother Lin.”

Ultimately...

Seeing that the reward was simply too generous...

And remembering how lavish Lu True Lord had always been...

Lin Chang’an expected another substantial reward afterward.

Furthermore...

They now belonged to the same side within the Secret Realm.

“Fellow Daoist Su, please sit still first.”

“Let's leave this place.”

Patting his Spirit Beast Pouch, he released the Azure-Horned Ox.

The ox looked around in confusion.

Upon seeing Su Miaoyin, it immediately recognized her and happily mooed.

Then...

Lin Chang’an carried Su Miaoyin onward.

“Fellow Daoist Su...”

“How did you suffer such severe injuries?”

This was what concerned him most.

Su Miaoyin's strength definitely exceeded that of ordinary cultivators.

Combined with the countless trump cards provided by her Nascent Soul father...

How could she have been injured so badly?

As they hurried onward...

Su Miaoyin swallowed several healing pills before revealing a wary expression.

“Fellow Daoist Lin...”

“Let's take this direction.”

Lin Chang’an frowned.

This route required making a considerable detour.

“The Insect Devil's successor has appeared!”

The Insect Devil!

Lin Chang’an's expression changed.

He immediately recalled the Spirit-Devouring Insect corpses he had discovered earlier.

Could it be...

Su Miaoyin had encountered that very person?

“Big Brother Lin's Magical Artifact was refined from Fusang Divine Wood.”

“Surely you won't waste the opportunity presented by the Lava Mountains.”

“As it happens...”

“Miaoyin also needs to use a secret technique to recover.”

“I'll have to trouble Big Brother Lin to protect me.”

Lin Chang’an wasn't surprised that she knew the material used for his Magical Artifact.

After all...

He had obtained it from Xuanyin Pavilion.

Lu True Lord naturally knew about it.

Back then, however...

The Fusang Divine Tree had already suffered severe corrosion and lost most of its spirituality.

None of them knew the tree rings themselves were genuine.

Although they were acquaintances...

They hadn't met for many years.

Lin Chang’an naturally retained some caution.

The Azure-Horned Ox possessed the strongest defense.

If necessary...

It could still serve as a countermeasure.

Fortunately...

The Azure-Horned Ox knew nothing of his thoughts.

Otherwise...

It would surely complain bitterly.

As the two continued onward, Su Miaoyin finally explained everything.

“The Insect Devil once wreaked havoc throughout the cultivation world.”

“It is said he fled from the Great Jin Empire.”

“Later...”

“He rampaged through the territories of both the Five Orthodox Sects and the Six Demonic Sects.”

“He endlessly devoured cultivators and demonic beasts alike.”

“He enraged both righteous and demonic factions.”

“Even transformed demon kings joined the hunt.”

“In the end...”

“He was severely wounded.”

“Then he escaped into the Beast Sea Region.”

The infamous Insect Devil had fled all the way from the Great Jin Empire.

Everywhere he passed...

Only devastation remained.

“Afterward...”

“He completely disappeared.”

“And so did the Spirit-Devouring Insects everyone coveted.”

“I never expected them to appear again.”

As she spoke, Su Miaoyin gently patted her Spirit Beast Pouch.

A flash of golden light appeared.

The Azure-Horned Ox immediately widened its eyes and became alert.

A heavily wounded Gold-Devouring Rat crawled weakly onto the ox's back.

Its golden fur had been eaten away by insects.

White bone was clearly exposed.

“A Late Third-rank Gold-Devouring Rat!”

Lin Chang’an had seen this beast before back in Tianxuan City of Yue State.

At that time...

It had only been Early Third-rank.

Yet after more than two hundred years...

It had already reached Late Third-rank.

Judging from its aura...

It had likely already reached perfection.

All that remained was surviving tribulation to become a transformed demon king.

Yet even with such strength...

And Su Miaoyin fighting alongside it...

Both had been severely wounded.

For the first time...

Lin Chang’an realized he had truly underestimated the Core Formation cultivators of the world.

“Although the Spirit-Devouring Insects are terrifying...”

“They haven't fully matured yet.”

“They still possess weaknesses.”

“For example...”

“They're restrained by powerful Divine Sense.”

“And also powerful Fire and Lightning techniques.”

Listening to her explanation, Lin Chang’an became even more puzzled.

“Fellow Daoist Su...”

“Don't you specialize in Lightning cultivation?”

“Even if you lacked supreme Lightning Divine Abilities...”

“Your Divine Sense shouldn't be weak either.”

As he mentioned Divine Sense...

Lin Chang’an glanced back at the alluring, weakened Su Miaoyin.

Her torn Daoist robe...

Combined with her seductive frailty...

Radiated temptation without pause.

Clearly...

The Divine Sense technique cultivated by her second soul leaned toward enchantment arts.

Or perhaps...

It greatly enhanced the charm of her naturally alluring eyes.

He could clearly sense...

Her Divine Sense wasn't weaker than his own.

It might even surpass it.

“If only that were the problem...”

“I wouldn't have been so badly injured.”

“That person actually possesses a Nascent Soul-grade Symbol Treasure from the Sinister Soul Sect.”

“And...”

“He also hides the remnant soul of a Nascent Soul cultivator within his body.”

Only after hearing Su Miaoyin's explanation did Lin Chang’an finally understand how she had suffered such devastating injuries.

Regarding Spirit Pets...

Her Gold-Devouring Rat had clearly been overwhelmed by the terrifying Spirit-Devouring Insect swarm.

As for foundations...

Although she possessed extraordinary resources...

Her opponent's foundation was clearly even stronger.

Most importantly...

The remnant soul of a Nascent Soul cultivator hidden within the opponent had severely injured her.

Had she not possessed two souls within one body...

Allowing the second soul to immediately take control...

She likely would have died on the spot.

“A Nascent Soul-grade Symbol Treasure from the Sinister Soul Sect...”

“And a remnant soul of a Nascent Soul cultivator!”

Upon hearing this information...

Lin Chang’an was utterly shocked.

Only one person immediately came to mind.

Huang Tianxiao.

He perfectly matched every piece of this information.

But...

How had Huang Tianxiao suddenly become the Insect Devil's successor as well?

At this point...

Lin Chang’an couldn't help feeling...

Was Huang Tianxiao some kind of Child of Destiny?

How many old remnant souls had attached themselves to him?

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