Record of a Demon's Cultivation-Chapter 574: Cui Yan’s Death

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The Blood Sea did not collapse; instead, it began to shrink rapidly, transforming into a towering blood-red mountain dozens of meters tall in an instant.

The Blood Mountain, like a falling meteor, hurtled toward Cui Yan with great force.

Before the Blood Mountain reached him, a suffocating stench of blood rushed straight at Cui Yan's face.

Cui Yan's expression turned grave, a trace of surprise flickering in his eyes.

It seemed Ji Yin was able to withstand his attack.

Though Cui Yan had not used his full strength, for a mere Golden Core cultivator to take on a blow from a Nascent Soul cultivator was already enough to put Ji Yin above most Golden Core practitioners.

The ghostly banner in Cui Yan's hand danced wildly, releasing dense ghostly energy.

The ghostly energy, resembling rolling black smoke, surged forward with a chilling aura toward the descending Blood Mountain.

The ghostly energy collided with the Blood Mountain, intertwining the stench of blood with the eerie chill.

The entire underground magma domain trembled violently, with blood energy and ghostly energy sweeping outward in all directions.

The Blood Mountain faltered and was sent flying back. At the same time, it rapidly shrank, reverting into a blood-colored seal.

Song Wen's figure reappeared, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, clearly showing that he had suffered significant injuries.

Meanwhile, Chu Lingyun's figure had vanished—he had been sealed by Song Wen using a corpse-refining secret technique. His soul was imprisoned, and his body was stored in a spatial ring.

Cui Yan himself was shaken by the immense force of the Blood Mountain, his body staggering mid-air, which drastically slowed his ascent. This brief delay caused him to fall into an irreversible predicament.

A sudden, inexplicable tightness gripped Cui Yan's heart, as if something crucial to him had just been lost forever.

It was his fourth-tier Ghost King.

Earlier, to free himself from the Nether Camel Turtle's pursuit and escape the magma as quickly as possible, he had left the Ghost King behind to stall the turtle, buying time for his escape.

Just now, the Ghost King had been completely obliterated, its soul scattered.

Suddenly, a foul stench surged upward from below.

It was the Nether Camel Turtle.

Its massive body burst out of the magma, its enormous maw opening wide as it leaped high into the air, aiming to devour Cui Yan.

Cui Yan's face filled with alarm as he attempted to dodge the turtle's bite.

However, a powerful suction force emanated from the turtle's gaping maw.

Cui Yan hurriedly activated his ghostly banner again, unleashing a torrent of ghostly energy.

Yet, as soon as the ghostly energy appeared, it was swallowed up like water into a whale's mouth.

Cui Yan couldn't escape the turtle's maw and was bitten by it, his legs severed completely at the base, blood flowing profusely.

Despite this, Cui Yan refused to give up. He channeled his magical power, attempting to flee while the turtle's jaws were closing.

At that moment, three transparent blades suddenly pierced toward him, stabbing into his head.

Cui Yan's body froze for a moment before quickly recovering, but that brief pause was enough for the turtle to open its jaws again.

Facing imminent death, a flash of ruthless determination appeared in Cui Yan's eyes. A bloody hole burst open at his dantian.

A small figure, barely an inch tall and identical to Cui Yan in appearance—a miniature version of him—flew out from the hole.

This was Cui Yan's Nascent Soul, condensed entirely from pure magical energy.

The Nascent Soul was enveloped in a dense black mist, a result of Cui Yan's cultivation of ghostly techniques, which imbued his magical energy with ghostly properties.

Without the protection of the dantian, the magical energy within the Nascent Soul began to rapidly dissipate, transforming into pure spiritual energy and returning to the heavens and earth.

The Nascent Soul moved incredibly fast, at least twice as fast as Cui Yan's physical body.

It broke free from the turtle's suction force and shot toward the exit at the top of the magma cave—the same vertical tunnel Cui Yan had previously entered.

Just as the Nascent Soul entered the tunnel, a faint purple lightning bolt descended from above with a fierce speed.

The power contained in the lightning was equivalent to a full-strength strike from a peak Golden Core cultivator.

If Cui Yan had been at his peak, he would not have feared this lightning.

However, in his current state as only a Nascent Soul, he had no choice but to avoid it.

But the vertical tunnel was narrow, barely three feet wide, leaving no room to evade.

With no other choice, Cui Yan retreated from the tunnel, returning to the magma cave to dodge the lightning.

When the lightning bolt dissipated, Cui Yan's Nascent Soul once again attempted to ascend the tunnel.

However, above the vertical tunnel, a cluster of lightning had gathered, waiting silently as if it were lying in wait for Cui Yan to walk into its trap.

Cui Yan's heart raced with urgency, as the magical power of his Nascent Soul was quickly depleting. The longer he delayed, the more dangerous it became.

He knew he had no way out.

To wait any longer meant certain death. The only hope was to act proactively.

The Nascent Soul shot upward with great speed.

The lightning struck suddenly.

"Boom!"

The lightning exploded within the narrow vertical tunnel, the blinding light illuminating the entire tunnel, which stretched for miles.

Cui Yan pushed against the lightning, forcing himself upward with all his might. freewebnσvel.cѳm

The small Nascent Soul's figure flickered in and out of sight amidst the thunderous light.

To shield the Nascent Soul from the lightning, Cui Yan had no choice but to pour all his magical power into it, causing the Nascent Soul's energy to deplete even faster.

Cui Yan finally broke through the lightning zone, but there was no clear path ahead—only a massive blood-red wall blocked his way.

The Blood Sea Seal had transformed into a long blood-colored pillar, blocking the tunnel entirely.

"Ji Yin! Are you really going to exterminate me completely?" Cui Yan shouted in despair.

Song Wen did not respond.

Although there had been some misunderstandings between them, once they had decided to fight, there was no turning back.

Several tentacles grew from the blood pillar, extending toward Cui Yan's Nascent Soul.

The small Nascent Soul's fingers moved quickly, casting several streams of ghostly energy that cut through the tentacles like sharp blades.

The ghostly energy blades swirled, severing the blood-colored tentacles one by one, turning them into mist that returned to the blood pillar. Yet the pillar regenerated more tentacles, continuously replenishing the attack.

The two sides had become locked in a fierce tug-of-war.

Cui Yan was unable to escape, and the blood-colored tentacles could not get close to him.

Suddenly, the base of the blood pillar cracked open, and three transparent blades shot out.

The Nascent Soul was caught off guard, unable to escape, and could only watch as the blades pierced its body.

Though the blades did not deal a fatal blow to Cui Yan's soul, they caused the Nascent Soul to stagger, weakening its control over the ghostly energy.

The blood-colored tentacles seized the opportunity and advanced.

At the tips of the tentacles, sharp, needle-like steel points shot into the Nascent Soul's body.

Instantly, the magical energy within the Nascent Soul dissipated.

Cui Yan's soul appeared, followed by his storage ring.

As the Nascent Soul fled, Cui Yan had apparently not forgotten to bring his storage ring, which was now a prize for Song Wen.

The tentacles exerted a powerful suction, so strong that Cui Yan's soul had no resistance.

In an instant, Cui Yan's soul was pulled into the tentacles and dragged upward, straight into Song Wen's sea of consciousness.

"Ji Yin! You dare pull me into your sea of consciousness? This is your death sentence! Hahaha..."

Cui Yan's frantic laughter echoed within Song Wen's sea of consciousness.

"Enough!" Song Wen coldly snorted.

Though Song Wen's spiritual strength was not as great as Cui Yan's, he couldn't perform a soul search.

Thus, Song Wen didn't waste any more time talking. A black hole suddenly appeared in his sea of consciousness.

A devouring force surged from the black hole, so overwhelming that Cui Yan couldn't even muster the will to resist.

"What is this... Ji Yin... spare me..."

Cui Yan's soul was consumed by the black hole.

Song Wen put away the Blood Sea Seal and Cui Yan's storage ring, glancing down at the magma below.

Having lost its target, the Nether Camel Turtle had retreated back into the depths of the magma.

The magma lake once again returned to calm.

(End of the Chapter)

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