Chapter 579 - 540: A New Battle Record on the Celestial Pride List
Chapter 579: Chapter 540: A New Battle Record on the Celestial Pride List
Song Ciwan couldn’t describe what it felt like to have her Lifespan suddenly surge while standing in the Wind Mist Plain.
She stood motionless, yet her entire being felt as if it had transcended.
She could vaguely feel that as her Lifespan surged, the very wind around her seemed to fall silent. It was as if this dangerous world had carved out a safe haven just for her.
The wonder of it all was beyond description.
In the end, Song Ciwan successfully assimilated this massive influx of Lifespan, and nothing else happened.
The wonders of the Heaven and Earth Scale were such that even now, there were many rules that its owner, Song Ciwan, could not comprehend.
Song Ciwan pondered and adapted for a moment before continuing onward.
The Wind Mist Plain was vast. According to her current map, the Ice Crystal Forest was to the northeast of the Wind Mist Plain, while the Ancient Divine Palace was to the northwest.
To get to the Ancient Divine Palace, she first had to cut diagonally through the Ice Crystal Forest.
Gradually, Song Ciwan’s speed began to pick up within the mist. From near and far, strange howls frequently echoed through the fog. It was hard to discern what exactly was making the sounds, but they were almost universally unsettling, causing irritation and unease.
This was one of the signature features of the Wind Mist Plain.
Suddenly, a great river appeared before Song Ciwan!
Without any warning, the surging waters formed a massive wave hundreds of feet high. It crashed toward Song Ciwan with the terrifying force of a collapsing sky.
Song Ciwan stopped and used Upright Shadowless.
The giant wave instantly swept past where she stood, leaving her completely unaffected.
The next moment, Song Ciwan emerged from her Upright Shadowless state. She raised a hand to the sky, and a shower of starlight rained down like swords from Beyond the Heavens.
The starlight pierced through the dense fog and plunged into the great river ahead.
A three-headed Deer Demon leaped out from the churning river. The river and its waves vanished in an instant—
As it turned out, there was no river at all. The so-called river and waves were all part of the Deer Demon’s Illusion Technique.
This Deer Demon’s Illusion Technique was extremely refined, having reached a state where the fake becomes indistinguishable from the real.
Although the giant wave was created by an Illusion Technique, had Song Ciwan actually fallen for it, the impact and crushing pressure she would have faced would have been no different from being struck by a real wave of Heavy Water.
Of course, the end result was that Song Ciwan’s skills proved superior.
The starlight, arrayed like sharp, cold swords, riddled the three-headed Deer Demon with bloody holes until it resembled a fleshy pincushion!
The three-headed Deer Demon shrieked mournfully and spoke in a human tongue, "Human Race Cultivator, do you know who I am? I am a Dharma Guardian General of Giant Deer Country, the Three-Color Deer King! How dare you kill me... AARGH!"
Before its words could fade, the starlight descended again.
The blazing light threatened to annihilate everything in sight. Beneath the starlight, the Deer Demon’s body exploded with a BANG.
Amidst the flying flesh and blood, Song Ciwan’s Spiritual Eyes flickered. She saw a nearly invisible, transparent phantom suddenly leap from the scattered remains, step through the void, and attempt to flee.
’This is... a Demon Soul!’
Song Ciwan didn’t hesitate. She pointed a finger again, unleashing the Samadhi True Fire.
WHOOSH—
A wisp of flame—crimson, with faint hints of violet and white—instantly enveloped the Demon Soul. In this world, what kind of soul could withstand the searing heat of the Samadhi True Fire?
In just a moment, the Deer Demon’s wails completely vanished, and its ethereal Soul Body dissipated between heaven and earth.
Even in death, the Deer Demon couldn’t figure it out. It had just gotten bored in its Demon Country and snuck into the Wind Mist Plain for a quick snack. How could it be that picking a random, tender-looking target for an ambush had resulted in its own demise in a single exchange?
Song Ciwan used the Heaven and Earth Scale to collect all of the Deer Demon’s scattered remains, including its Demon Core, its Malice, and all of its aura.
[Death Qi from the death of a Three-Headed Deer Demon (Demon King Stage). 39 taels. Exchangeable.]
[Malice from a Three-Headed Deer Demon (Demon King Stage). 46 taels. Exchangeable.]
[Demonic Emotions (Astonishment, Terror, Horror) from a Three-Headed Deer Demon (Demon King Stage). 41 taels. Exchangeable.]
[Demonic Emotions...]
This Three-Headed Deer Demon’s Cultivation was at the Demon King Stage, but it was a pity it had not yet refined a Golden Core.
Song Ciwan sold the Deer Demon’s Malice and received [460 Years of Lifespan].
What she was more concerned about was the identity the demon had just revealed: a Dharma Guardian General of Giant Deer Country, the Three-Color Deer King?
This couldn’t help but remind Song Ciwan of the "Second Young Master" she had once killed... or was it the Second Prince of Giant Deer Country?
Song Ciwan had always thought that Giant Deer Country was a nation of Mouse Demons. It turned out there really were deer in Giant Deer Country!
The situation in the Nine Celestial Demon Countries was likely just as complex as that in the Great Zhou Dynasty of the Mortal World.
If Song Ciwan were so inclined, she should figure out all the intricate entanglements and then use them to her advantage.
But Song Ciwan couldn’t be bothered with schemes. In a world where ultimate power resided within oneself, it was better to seize the time to strengthen herself until she could achieve a state where one’s own strength could overcome any trickery. Now *that* was satisfying.
Unless, of course, she happened upon a situation where she could act opportunistically. Otherwise, when faced with someone trying to kill her, she couldn’t even be bothered to waste words.
In short: you ambush me, I kill you in return. Nothing wrong with that.
What Song Ciwan didn’t know was that far away in the Great Zhou Capital, the Ten Thousand Spirits Celestial Pride List had changed again.
Two more glorious achievements had been added to her record: defeating Ao Feng of the Dragon Race, eleventh on the Celestial Pride List; and killing Mu Chuan, the Three-Color Deer King, a Dharma Guardian General of Giant Deer Country at the Demon King Stage!
But Song Ciwan’s rank had not yet changed. Once in the top ten of the Celestial Pride List, rankings were not so easily altered.
Song Ciwan traveled north, encountering both Demons and Humans along the way.
If she met a Demon, she would generally hunt and kill it.
After all, this place was not like the Nine Provinces. Within the Nine Provinces, as long as a Demon didn’t provoke her, Song Ciwan wouldn’t usually slaughter it indiscriminately. Not all Demons were Evil Demons.
But the Wind Mist Plain was a battlefield for the two races. Once on the battlefield, everyone was considered an enemy. There is no room for mercy when two armies clash.
If one is merciful to the enemy, then who will show mercy to our side?
If she encountered Humans, and any among them were injured, Song Ciwan would take the initiative to help heal them. This was treating comrades-in-arms; she accepted no payment.
If someone was losing a fight against a Demon, Song Ciwan would also intervene to save them if she saw it. It was the same principle: on a battlefield, if you don’t save your allies, who do you save?
Of course, she also encountered teams of experts who could slaughter Demons with ease.
When she met them, Song Ciwan would ask for directions to avoid getting lost and failing to find the Ice Crystal Forest.
Traveling like this, Song Ciwan’s speed grew faster and faster.
In the Wind Mist Plain, however, day was indistinguishable from night. She could only count on her fingers to keep track, calculating that she had already been walking for seven hours!
In seven hours, Song Ciwan had traversed nearly ten thousand miles.
This was largely thanks to the Shrinking Inches technique. This Daoist Skill was perfect for rapid travel, and if not for the overly complex terrain of the Wind Mist Plain limiting the distance she could compress into a single step, Song Ciwan could have been even faster.
Ahead, the Ice Crystal Forest was already clearly in sight. Song Ciwan hadn’t taken a wrong turn!