Record of a Demon's Cultivation

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Xue Mei's expression was one of panic as she hurriedly spoke.

“What does that Foundation Establishment junior have that makes you, a Nascent Soul powerhouse, personally come to capture him?”

“That’s none of your business,” Tai He replied coldly, his killing intent palpable, with a vast momentum like raging waves sweeping forth.

As Xue Mei realized she was about to meet her end, she quickly raised her voice.

“I am a Nascent Soul cultivator from the Blood Cloud Cave, a subordinate force of the Divine Blood Gate. Tens of thousands of years ago, I was destroyed in body and had my soul imprisoned within a Soul Statue made of Soul-Nurturing Wood. I only recently escaped.”

“Don’t kill me; I know many secrets from tens of thousands of years ago, and I also have knowledge of many ancient techniques.”

Upon hearing this, Tai He's killing intent suddenly lessened, a hint of skepticism crossing his face.

“Are you really from the Divine Blood Gate?”

Xue Mei nodded vigorously, “Absolutely, otherwise how could I know so much about the affairs of the Nether Shrine?”

Tai He pondered for a moment before speaking.

“Fine, I can spare your life, and I can even provide you with an excellent body for you to possess. But you must let go of your soul and allow me to plant the ‘Soul Lock Curse.’”

Xue Mei asked, “What kind of body?”

“The Profound Yin Body!”

“Fine, I’ll let you plant the Soul Lock Curse.”

Xue Mei clenched her fists tightly, her face filled with unwillingness.

“Fine!” Tai He said with a smug smile, turning to walk out of the hall.

With Xue Mei taking over Yan Yiwen’s body and the Soul Lock Curse controlling her, ‘Ji Yin’ would no longer be significant.

However, what Tai He failed to notice was that at the moment he turned to leave, a glint of sharpness flashed in Xue Mei’s eyes.

That glint was so piercing and bright, it seemed as if everything was already within Xue Mei's calculations.

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In the Vast Ocean

A rocky island stood abruptly.

The sea wind howled, and waves surged, ceaselessly crashing against the rocks.

The massive waves struck the rocks, breaking apart and creating countless white foam that splattered everywhere.

Yet, this scene was shrouded in thick ghost mist.

Even though it was daytime, the surroundings remained dark and murky.

Suddenly, a brilliant blue light erupted from the center of the island.

Two figures materialized unexpectedly at the center of the island.

They were Song Wen and the Nether Fox, who had been teleported across billions of miles.

Teleporting such a long distance left both the person and the fox feeling extremely uncomfortable.

Both felt dizzy, their stomachs churning as they collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath.

After catching their breath, Song Wen summoned the Ghost King, remaining vigilant towards the Nether Fox.

Having left the Nether Shrine, the soul oath they had sworn to each other lost its binding power.

The Nether Fox lowered its limbs to the ground, propping itself up and scanning the area, only to find no signs of life on the rocky island.

Taking a deep breath, it inhaled the vast amount of ghost mist into its body.

The Nether Fox felt an overwhelming sense of comfort, as if its internal injuries had recovered somewhat.

This Misty Ghost Realm was indeed the promised land for the Nether Fox.

Glancing at Song Wen, the Nether Fox’s voice echoed in his mind.

“Human, you don’t need to be on guard against me all the time. You have saved me twice, and I won’t act as despicably as your human kind, nor will I repay kindness with malice.”

Song Wen replied, “I hope you will keep your word.”

The Nether Fox continued, “Human, your body cannot last long in this Misty Ghost Realm; it’s best to leave as soon as possible.”

A bitter expression appeared on Song Wen's face; he knew well that he could not remain in the Misty Ghost Realm for long.

However, he was completely unfamiliar with this domain, and with no sunlight to guide him, he had no idea where to go.

If he chose the wrong direction, he could easily get lost in the endless ghost mist, unable to escape the Misty Ghost Realm, ultimately becoming one of the countless vengeful spirits within.

The Nether Fox raised a front paw, pointing in a direction to Song Wen's right.

“I can sense that the Chaotic Sea is in this direction.”

Song Wen looked at the Nether Fox with a surprised and doubtful expression.

He wondered how the Nether Fox could discern direction in this ghost mist. Was it just talking nonsense, or was there some truth to it? Why would it suddenly show such kindness and tell him the direction to the Chaotic Sea?

Could it be true that, as the Nether Fox claimed, it was repaying a life-saving favor?

He did not easily believe the Nether Fox's words.

Song Wen kept the Ghost King on guard against the Nether Fox and began to meticulously search the island.

Since a cultivator from the Divine Blood Gate had previously operated on this island, there must have been some traces left behind.

Perhaps he could find the direction to the Chaotic Sea among them.

The rocky island was only a few square miles in size.

The ghost mist exerted a strong suppressive effect on his spiritual sense.

Thus, Song Wen could only rely on his eyesight to slowly search the island.

Unfortunately, the island was dark, and visibility was extremely poor, making his progress slow.

After a quarter of an hour, he discovered an underground entrance in one corner of the rocky island.

The entrance extended inward for several meters, leading to a cave about an acre in size.

Song Wen speculated that this cave should be the residence of the Divine Blood Gate disciples who had once guarded this island.

In one corner of the cave, he found a pile of dry bones.

Among the bones, there was a storage ring.

To Song Wen's disappointment, due to the passage of too much time, the storage ring had lost its spirit; its storage space had long since collapsed, and the items inside had long been erased.

However, he found a few lines of engraved small characters on the blue stone ground beneath the bones.

The content recorded this person's life and death.

This person was originally a disciple of the Nether Shrine, tasked with guarding the teleportation array at this location.

One day, he encountered a powerful vengeful spirit and was injured by it.

His injuries were severe, and he could no longer save himself.

He tried various methods to contact his fellow disciples in the Endless Desert and the Chaotic Sea, but he received no response at all.

It was as if he and the teleportation array had been abandoned by the Nether Shrine.

In the end, he perished here.

At the end of these lines of small characters, it mentioned: thirty thousand miles to the east, beyond the Misty Ghost Realm, there is an island where disciples of the Nether Shrine are stationed.

This person hoped that whoever discovered his remains would deliver them to the Nether Shrine, which would surely reward them handsomely.

Considering that this place was shrouded in darkness, making it impossible to discern direction, the person drew an arrow pointing in a direction after the text.

The direction indicated by the arrow was exactly opposite to the direction the Nether Fox had pointed out.

Song Wen’s spirits lifted; the information left by this person was more credible than the information provided by the Nether Fox.

He turned around and exited the cave, calling back the Ghost King that had been monitoring the Nether Fox, instructing it to lead the way in front, and he soared into the air on his sword, intending to depart in the direction indicated by the arrow.

The Nether Fox watched in surprise as Song Wen suddenly left.

“Human, you’ve chosen the wrong direction. If you go that way, you’ll only delve deeper into the Misty Ghost Realm and ultimately get lost in the vast ghost mist,” it warned.

Song Wen turned to glance at the Nether Fox but did not respond, urging his flying sword to vanish into the dense ghost mist.

The Nether Fox stared at the spot where Song Wen had disappeared for a while, its expression full of hesitation. Ultimately, it did not pursue Song Wen.

Its injuries were too severe, and it was not confident it could take down Song Wen.

Moreover, it realized that this Misty Ghost Realm was much more suitable for survival and cultivation than the Nether Shrine in the Endless Desert.

The formation plate was of no great use to it anymore.

It was not worth risking its life to chase down Song Wen for a useless item.

However, it was somewhat puzzled about how the human had suddenly found the correct direction.

The Nether Fox could sense the exact direction within the ghost mist due to their innate talent.

Could it be that the human discovered something in that cave?

The Nether Fox speculated as it entered the cave.

It found the cave quite decent and decided to claim it as its own, settling in.

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