Translator: CinderTL
Strike while the iron is hot!
Song Wen wouldn't miss this golden opportunity.
He channeled the Thunder Incantation with both hands, summoning the Great Azure Divine Thunder once more.
Boom!
The violet-gold lightning struck Wu Yuan.
Wu Yuan plummeted to the platform below, crashing into it and creating a massive crater.
He lay sprawled at the bottom of the pit, his robes torn to shreds, revealing the black protective armor beneath.
Wu Yuan had survived the Great Azure Divine Thunder's assault because, even in his dazed state, he recognized the imminent danger. Summoning every ounce of his Spiritual Power, he managed to activate his protective armor at the last moment. Blackwater scales erupted from the armor, covering his entire body.
Now, he was completely encased in a layer of black metallic scales, wisps of violet-gold Thunderlight still flickering across their surface.
Before Wu Yuan could catch his breath, nine Focused Spirit Stabs shot toward him, piercing his skull.
Wu Yuan's body convulsed violently.
Yet he seemed to understand that the black armor covering him was his lifeline. He stubbornly maintained his efforts to sustain the protective barrier.
"Who are you? Why are you attacking me?" Wu Yuan shouted, hoping to intimidate his assailant by invoking the Veiled Moon Hall's name. "I am a steward of the Veiled Moon Hall! If you kill me, they will never let you escape!"
Yet his voice trembled, as if even uttering these words had drained his divine sense.
Song Wen, cloaked entirely in black, remained silent, his entire being radiating a palpable killing intent.
Gripping the sun-chasing spear, he dove down, aiming for Wu Yuan's chest.
The spear struck the black protective armor with a sharp, grating sound, glancing off like a blade against polished iron, leaving only a long, shallow scratch.
Though the armor remained unbroken, the rock beneath Wu Yuan shattered, creating a deeper crater.
"You'll never breach my armor," Wu Yuan declared, his voice strained with fear but attempting to maintain a semblance of authority. "Withdraw now, and I swear I won't pursue this matter."
"Wu Yuan, you must die today!"
As they spoke, Song Wen's brow gradually began to glow, and nine transparent blades slowly materialized.
Wu Yuan instantly lost all pretense of composure, his voice turning to terror.
"You can't kill me! Ah..."
As the nine transparent blades pierced his Sea of Consciousness, Wu Yuan let out another agonizing scream, his body convulsing violently like a sieve.
His divine soul, repeatedly battered by grievous wounds, blurred Wu Yuan's consciousness, rendering him unable to maintain his protective armor.
The blackwater scales on his body began to retract, revealing his face twisted in agony.
Song Wen lunged forward, extending a withered, claw-like hand and crushing Wu Yuan's skull with a single strike.
Wu Yuan suddenly felt a powerful suction force dragging his primordial spirit away.
In an instant, he found himself in another's Sea of Consciousness.
Above the Sea of Consciousness loomed a colossal Black Hole.
Before this cosmic abyss, he felt as insignificant as an ant beneath the night sky, utterly devoid of any will to resist.
The earlier suction force had originated from this Black Hole, but now the pull had vanished. The Black Hole, vast as the Milky Way, pressed down upon him with overwhelming weight, immobilizing his divine soul completely.
Song Wen cast a Corpse Dao spell, sealing Wu Yuan's mangled remains to slow the dissipation of his Spiritual Power.
The earlier battle had been too loud, inevitably drawing the attention of powerful demonic entities lurking in the canyon's depths, and possibly even cultivators searching for treasures within the ravine. This place was no longer safe, nor was it suitable for absorbing Wu Yuan's cultivation.
He retrieved the corpse, soared into the sky, and fled toward the canyon's upper reaches.
As he sped through the air, Song Wen submerged his consciousness into his Sea of Consciousness.
Wu Yuan's divine soul suddenly found a figure slowly coalescing before him.
The figure was none other than Ye Hua.
"Ye Hua! It's you! You're a Divine Transformation Stage cultivator! I am a member of the Veiled Moon Hall, and I might even become a core disciple of the Divine Blood Gate. How dare you plot against me? Aren't you afraid of the Veiled Moon Hall's retribution?" Wu Yuan's voice seethed with fury.
Song Wen replied, "Wu Yuan, don't overestimate yourself. You're no different from Shi Man—both of you are merely medicinal pills for the Divine Blood Gate's higher-ups, just with different uses. Like Shi Man, those who cultivate the Longevity Technique are medicinal pills used to prolong life. And like you, those who cultivate the Corpse King Blood Refinement Art are medicinal pills used to enhance cultivation."
"This... this is absolutely impossible!" Wu Yuan's face was filled with shock and disbelief.
Even though he was now reduced to his divine soul, trapped and constantly threatened with soul scattering and spirit vanishing, he refused to believe Song Wen's words.
Wu Yuan possessed extraordinary talent and had been accepted into the Veiled Moon Hall at a young age.
For him, the Veiled Moon Hall was more than just a place for cultivation; it was his home.
He had always taken pride in being a disciple of the Veiled Moon Hall and had strived to become a core disciple of the Divine Blood Gate.
Now, someone was telling him that the Divine Blood Gate had merely used him as a medicinal pill. How could he believe such a thing? How could he possibly accept it?
"You must be lying to me! Hall Master Feng himself told me that those who cultivate the Corpse King Blood Refinement Art, like him and me, are the true disciples of the Divine Blood Gate. How could we be reduced to medicinal pills for others' cultivation? Besides, I've cultivated for over a thousand years and have never heard of any method that can devour another's cultivation!" Wu Yuan argued vehemently.
Song Wen shook his head slightly, a faint smile playing on his lips, as if mocking Wu Yuan's ignorance.
"Just because you haven't heard of something doesn't mean it doesn't exist. What the hall master of Veiled Moon Hall told you isn't necessarily the truth. In fact, he himself might be kept in the dark."
"Ye Hua, what you're saying is impossible! Don't even think about deceiving me!" Wu Yuan roared in fury.
"Whether you believe me or not is irrelevant," Song Wen said calmly. "Wu Yuan, hand over the roster of all Veiled Moon Hall members and reveal their cultivation techniques, mystic treasures, secret arts, and other methods. I'll grant you a swift end. Otherwise, I'll make you experience the agony of having your divine soul slowly flayed away, piece by piece, before your soul scatters and spirit vanishes."
Wu Yuan snarled, "You're deliberately slandering Veiled Moon Hall. You clearly have ulterior motives. Don't think you can extract any information about Veiled Moon Hall from me. I will never betray Veiled Moon Hall."
(End of the Chapter)
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