Record of a Demon's Cultivation

Translator: Cinder Translations

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The Corpse King Blood Refining Technique and the Longevity Technique both cultivate magical power that shares the same root and source as the Corpse King Rebirth Technique.

The conversion of the techniques was extremely smooth.

At the moment of operating the Corpse King Rebirth Technique, the two magical power vortices in the dantian were simultaneously activated.

The two vortices continuously approached each other.

The two opposing vortices suddenly collided together.

However, upon impact, there was no oscillation in the dantian; instead, they smoothly began to merge.

Days passed.

The two magical power vortices completely fused into one, not resisting each other.

Song Wen slightly opened his mouth and swallowed a Golden Core Pill.

The essence of heaven and earth contained within the Golden Core Pill surged into his dantian.

As the magical power vortex merged, a golden bean-sized pellet coalesced.

This was the embryo of the Golden Core.

Under the operation of the Corpse King Rebirth Technique, the golden pellet began to absorb the magical power within the dantian.

Every time the magical power circulated a full cycle within his body, the golden pellet grew larger.

Gradually, golden light emanated from Song Wen's body, resembling a celestial being descended to the mortal realm.

The golden light grew increasingly bright, illuminating the entire cave in a golden glow.

Inside the cave, the spirit gathering array continuously drew out the spiritual energy from the high-grade spirit stones, filling the entire cave with pure spiritual energy. ṟäꞐồВÊs̈

Song Wen greedily absorbed the surrounding spiritual energy, which was refined by the Corpse King Rebirth Technique into magical power, flowing into his dantian.

Months later, a dazzling golden pellet coalesced, spinning continuously.

The Golden Core resembled the rising sun, casting a radiant glow throughout the dantian.

Within the Golden Core flowed immense magical power, coursing through Song Wen's meridians, limbs, and bones.

Under the tempering of the magical power, Song Wen's physical body gradually began to strengthen.

His appearance constantly shifted between that of a thousand-year-old corpse and a living person.

Finally, he transformed into a bizarre image, with the left side resembling an old corpse and the right side a living person.

The rhythm of life and the lament of death were simultaneously manifested in him.

Suddenly.

Song Wen sensed that in the mysterious depths, a powerful and obscure aura quietly descended, like the irresistible force of the heavenly way.

In an instant, the entire realm began to distort and reshape.

Before his eyes, the world transformed.

In the blink of an eye, he found himself in a vast void.

Surrounding him were densely packed hundreds of thousands of people.

Among these people, there were men and women, old and young.

They all appeared ashen, their faces pale and lifeless, resembling standing corpses.

These people stared at Song Wen with lifeless eyes, fixedly watching him.

In their gazes, there was resentment, sadness, hatred, and a thirst for blood.

So many people gathered together, yet they emitted not a single sound.

Not even the sound of breathing could be heard.

All Song Wen could hear was the beating of his own heart.

"Thump, thump, thump..."

In that moment, it was as if Song Wen forgot he was a cultivator, forgetting everything about cultivation.

A chilling sense of oppression rose in his heart.

Like a heavy burden weighing down on him, making it difficult to breathe.

He wanted to roar, to break the silence surrounding him, but found that his throat felt locked, unable to produce a sound.

The crowd began to move, slowly advancing toward Song Wen.

Like a wall of people closing in on him.

There were simply too many people, jostling and crowding together.

These people were incredibly fragile.

Some had their heads crushed, some had their arms torn off, and others had their legs squashed.

Severed limbs littered the ground.

Soon after, the latecomers trampled over them, turning them into mush and blood.

Such a horrifying scene made Song Wen's forehead drip with cold sweat, and his body trembled involuntarily.

He wanted to escape, but there were people all around, leaving him nowhere to run.

He wanted to resist, but he was utterly powerless.

Song Wen felt incredibly small, a profound sense of helplessness and fear flooding his heart.

A wave of despair began to spread.

He felt as if his soul was being gradually devoured by this feeling of despair, and his sanity was slowly collapsing.

He felt like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, awaiting the final judgment of fate.

Waiting to be slaughtered lamb?

Suddenly, a sense of inexplicable familiarity surged in Song Wen's heart.

It felt as if his memories were sealed, and no matter how hard he thought, he could not recall where this sense of familiarity came from.

The crowd drew closer, and among them were severed heads and limbs, exploded bodies, and scattered internal organs.

Suddenly, Song Wen realized where the feeling of being a "lamb waiting to be slaughtered" came from.

It was from those corpses placed on the dissection table.

On the dissection table, Song Wen was like the butcher, and the corpses were the lambs for sale.

The lambs were dissected by Song Wen, blood and flesh separated, meat and bone detached.

Song Wen suddenly laughed.

The smile was fierce and twisted, his mouth corners pulled by an indescribable force, as if it would tear all the way to the roots of his ears. His teeth were bared, revealing a chilling grin.

His laughter was sharp and piercing, like a devil's wild laughter echoing from the depths of hell, sending chills down the spine. His expression was distorted, as if all his muscles were spasming uncontrollably.

In his eyes flashed a mad light, with dilated pupils that seemed to want to swallow the entire world.

His smile was filled with cruelty and madness, resembling a demon that had escaped from hell, eager to devour others.

"Is this what's called the 'Heart Tribulation'?"

"You dead souls, a bunch of corpses I've dismembered, actually think you can stop me from forming the Golden Core? Simply a delusion."

"Hahaha…"

"Since you appear in my heart tribulation, let me send you off once more."

Song Wen still felt no magical power or cultivation within him; he remained like a mortal, yet his heart was filled with no fear.

He was like an indomitable warrior on the battlefield, facing thousands of enemies alone, still fearless, charging forward and launching a fierce assault against the foe.

With his own strength, he collided with the enemy of hundreds of thousands.

"Bang!"

Song Wen crashed into a corpse.

The corpse was like a patchwork, extremely fragile, limbs detached, the head flung away, and the body burst open.

Bright red blood and the stench of internal organs splattered all over Song Wen.

Like a bloodthirsty demon awakened by the blood, he wore a face twisted with delirious madness.

He was like a god of death, rampaging among the numerous corpses as if entering a no-man's land.

Bright red flowers of blood bloomed in the air.

Corpses exploded one after another.

Severed limbs and internal organs fell to the ground, blood flowing freely.

"Die! Everyone must die!"

"Hahaha…"

Song Wen's mad laughter echoed throughout the void.

He did not know how long he had been slaughtering; his entire body was soaked in blood, thick layers of filth covering his clothes.

He was exhausted, his body ached, and his breathing was heavy, as if all his strength had been drained.

His muscles felt like cotton, unable to support his body, and even standing became incredibly difficult.

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