Chapter 435 - 316: Six-winged Heart-devouring Insect, Sound Dao Sacred Land! (Part 2)
Chapter 435: Chapter 316: Six-winged Heart-devouring Insect, Sound Dao Sacred Land! (Part 2)
Old Turtle heard this and also shook his head.
Since the day it was born, it has always been deep in the Great Marsh. Although it’s not considered someone with a narrow vision, it’s not counted as well-informed either.
"Hahaha!"
"Jie jie jie!"
"Demon Lord, I’ve made it, I’ve made it!"
At this moment, excited cries rang out from the island above.
A fist-sized, half-gold half-green Alien Insect with six wings was greedily devouring the rolling Spiritual Qi, letting out manic laughter.
How this fist-sized body could make such loud sounds was a mystery.
"Master! Master, I’ve made it!"
The Heart-devouring Insect swallowed Spiritual Qi, its Demonic Power greatly increased, feeling excited and quickly went to show off in front of the Cave Mansion.
But inside the Cave Mansion, all was silent, only dense Spiritual Qi and faint Pill Fragrance flowed like clouds.
Seeing this, the Heart-devouring Insect was startled and dared not make too much noise, obediently staying in front of the Cave Mansion, breathing in and out Spiritual Qi.
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After half a month, the Pill Qi inside the Cave Mansion dispersed completely, the door opened wide, and a handsome Daoist walked out.
The Daoist’s eyes flickered with thunderous light, Mana flowed like a raging river, though he was only Mid-Stage Golden Core, his aura was profound, far beyond the ordinary.
But the anomaly flashed and disappeared, the Daoist’s eyes slightly opened and closed, the aura then returned to normal.
"Master, Master, I’ve made it, I’ve made it, look at me!"
As soon as the Daoist came out, a fist-sized six-winged Little Demon excitedly flew in front of him, fully spreading its half-gold half-green wings, seemingly made of emerald and jade.
The Demon Patterns on the wings shimmered, emanating a mesmerizing glow, extremely bizarre and captivating.
"Just the realm of Great Demon, what’s there to show off about, truly no ambition!"
Gu Yuan helplessly shook his head.
Though he said this, he still understood the Heart-devouring Insect’s state of mind.
The realm of Great Demon not only signifies great enhancement in Mana and cultivation but also greatly increases lifespan, qualifying one to roam the world, truly someone, not an ant.
If it were anyone, they would feel excited.
"Never expected the day a Little Demon would come!"
The Heart-devouring Insect flapped its wings, said delightfully, then quickly vowed its loyalty: "It’s all because of Master’s contributions, the Little Demon will certainly repay with diligence!"
"The time for you to exert yourself has come."
"That Cloud-Burning Golden Frog, do you have the confidence to reside in it, control the Treasure Cliff Order?"
Gu Yuan asked.
"Jie jie jie, Master asked well!"
"Though the Little Demon has just accomplished becoming a Great Demon, my Soul Power can crush ordinary Mid-Stage Great Demons, just a soul-fragmented Golden Frog, the Little Demon can handle effortlessly!"
Long time no contribution for Gu Yuan, now seeing there’s something to do, the Heart-devouring Insect’s eyes revealed bizarre and bloodthirsty gleam.
"Then go, if by my return this task isn’t done, see how I deal with you!"
"Master, rest assured, leaving it to the Little One, but where’s Master heading? Why not take the Little Demon along to serve Master closely?"
The Heart-devouring Insect was confident, then turned to ask about Gu Yuan’s whereabouts.
"Just focus on your own tasks!"
Gu Yuan rebuked, not explaining.
Then he summoned Sloppy Daoist and Old Turtle to appear before him.
"Master!"
One human and one demon bowed together.
"I need to go out for a while, but you should not idle either. I did not subdue you just as mere ornaments!"
"On the surrounding Demon Island, if there are rebellious ones, demonic and evil figures, seize the opportunity to attack and intimidate!"
Gu Yuan looked at them, speaking with a hint of coldness.
Subduing subordinates is certainly for tasks, having to carve the path every day by oneself—what use are these subordinates?!
"Yes, Master!"
One man and one demon felt a chill in their hearts, immediately responding.
"I won’t force you, if you encounter those of formidable strength, retreat to the island, wait for my return!"
After the cold words, Gu Yuan’s tone turned a bit warmer.
"Yes, Master!"
Upon hearing this, the human and demon felt a slight ease in their hearts.
"Go attend to tasks!"
Gu Yuan waved his hand, then his figure wavered, transforming into a stream of water, disappearing instantly.
After delaying for a while, it is time to move the business of entering the Great Marsh onto the agenda.
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Thousand Sounds Valley.
Since it is called a valley, naturally, there are mountains.
Above the rippling waters of the Great Marsh, two towering mountains thousands of feet high rise like two colossal hands from the depths of the marsh, reaching straight into the sky.
The two peaks interlock like jagged teeth, within them a deep valley filled with countless strange stones resembling dragons and tigers, phoenixes and qilins, turtles and crocodiles swirls around, and spiritual apes stand upright, each uniquely different.
As the mountain wind blows, each strange stone emits different sounds.
Dragon roars and tiger calls, phoenix cries and ape screeches, the cacophony of myriad beasts.
Moreover, thunder constantly erupts in the valley, celestial fire surges, and occasionally the valley trembles as if the sound of the heavens collapsing echoes far and wide.
With a thousand sounds converging, without ceasing for a millennium, this spectacular scene has formed.
Within this spectacle, there is also great terror!
Sound waves converge, enough to shatter everything; cultivators below Golden Core can only go a hundred feet deep, merely hearing from afar. If they proceed further, instant demise and Dao dissipation await.
But for Sound Dao cultivators, listening to the thousand sounds can further their cultivation, thus this is a sacred land for Sound Dao cultivators. At intervals, numerous cultivators come from the Great Marsh to this place to listen to the extraordinary sounds.
At this moment, within Thousand Sounds Valley, dozens of cultivators wearing identically styled Daoist robes are scattered atop various uncanny sound rocks.
Some are listening to the sound of the fierce tiger, practicing sound techniques that deter souls; some are listening to the sound of thunder, practicing sound techniques that rupture; and some are listening to the sound of clear springs, practicing the purity of mana through sound.
All cultivators are deep in thought with closed eyes, quietly listening to the sound rocks below them, devoted to their cultivation.
But just then, a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator suddenly notices the presence of moist vapors and faint sounds of the wind arising beside him.
He slightly opens his eyes, looks up, and sees a graceful and charming figure standing before him.
"What is this..."
His heart stirs, just about to say something, when he sees the figure flicker slightly and disappears from sight.
And then appears atop another non-conventional sound rock resembling a qilin.
"Swish!"
But just in a short moment, the Daoist disappears again, reappearing on another sound rock akin to a rhino.
In just an instant, that figure appeared on dozens of sound rocks; the speed was so fast, it felt as if the figure’s back was simultaneously present on each sound rock.
"Be careful!"
Moreover, as the figure flashed, it suddenly vanished a hundred feet away, heading towards the depths of the Thousand Sounds Valley. The cultivator was startled and instinctively called out.
But the next second, he suddenly froze.
Only to see that figure not only deepening another hundred feet unharmed but then flickered and appeared two hundred feet away.
"A Golden Core cultivator?!"
The cultivator pauses, slightly puzzled.
Just as he hesitated, the figure breaks past two hundred feet, then three hundred, four hundred, five hundred.
"A late-stage Golden Core cultivator?!"
The cultivator’s heart shakes suddenly.
In the Thousand Sounds Valley, sound waves are vast and mighty, like a natural Dharma Seal forever casting Sound Dao techniques, fearsome in power; no cultivator can cast their Dharma Seal here, only relying on their magical barrier to fend off the endless sound waves.
Early-stage Golden Core cultivators can only deepen two hundred and fifty feet, mid-stage Golden Core cultivators up to four hundred, only late-stage Golden Core cultivators can rely on their profound mana to go five hundred feet.
This Daoist, going straight in without obstruction to five hundred feet, whose late-stage Golden Core cultivator could it be?!
"Boom! Boom!"
In his confusion, the entire Thousand Sounds Valley suddenly falls silent, beast roars and celestial thunder, wind and rain sounds, all disappear, silent as can be.
In the vast depths, for a moment, only the sounds of hearts beating remain.
This scene, too shocking, makes all cultivators halt their cultivation, eyes wide, gazing into the depths of the valley.
The Thousand Sounds Valley is "silent," how is this possible?
But just then, everyone is horrified to find even the sound of their own hearts has vanished.
No matter how they pat their arms or unleash their mana, all remains silent.
As if all sounds are swallowed.
The entire world resembles a painting, the figures within no matter how they strike, fail to produce any sound.
Amidst their panic, a golden lion-shaped Dharma Seal in Thousand Sounds Valley, rushes to the sky, Dao charm flows over it, seal patterns flicker, seemingly absorbing all sounds between heaven and earth into this Dharma Seal.
"As expected of the Sound Dao Sacred Land..."
Then a clear voice echoes in the valley, followed by escape light as thunder, breaking through countless floating clouds, suddenly departing.
"Boom!"
"Roar!"
With the departure of this escape light, the golden lion-shaped Dharma Seal also disappears, then heaven and earth echo once more with endless continuous thunder and beast roars.