Wasted Spiritual Root to Embark on Demonic Cultivation

Chapter 366: Innate Demonic Embryo (One)However, since he had not stated it openly, that meant it was something that could not be spoken of.While pondering this, Wang Yu

However, since he had not stated it openly, that meant it was something that could not be spoken of.

While pondering this, Wang Yu had already left his cave abode and descended from the Blood Demon Hall.

After giving the hall one final glance and thinking of the sect master cultivating within the inner secret realm, he quickened his pace, uncertain what might happen next.

By the time he reached the end of the Blood Reversal Ten Markets, he used his spiritual power to write a letter and entrusted someone to deliver it to Tantai Chan’s residence.

Only then did he transform into a streak of brilliant auroral light, slipping out between the nine twisted mountain peaks in an instant, moving as if something were chasing him from behind.

And in fact, that was exactly the case.

As the streak of light cut across the sky, a jade-green escape light suddenly gave chase from a spirit mountain near the sect’s main entrance, its speed not the slightest bit slower than Wang Yu’s.

It clung to him relentlessly.

After discovering this, Wang Yu abruptly changed direction toward Tianbao City several thousand miles away. He still had a batch of spirit stones entrusted to Situ Hong for transfer.

By his calculations, they should have arrived long ago.
He would not forget such a matter.

If Fu Xiao lacked Zhuo Shouyun’s assistance, he would be nothing more than a minor nuisance in Wang Yu’s eyes. With sufficient preparation, failure would be impossible. However, Old Yu had even handed over a Great Teleportation Talisman to him.

This matter might contain variables. If he could stay close to Tianbao City, then at a critical moment he could flee inside to save his life. Heading north, on the other hand, would leave him utterly without resistance. Thus, this was his way of preserving a final sliver of possibility.

Better safe than sorry.

Both streams of escape light were at the absolute peak of the Core Formation stage, their speed astonishing. The distance between them never exceeded five li. After less than half a day of pursuit, they had completely left the Exalted Sect behind.

They soon arrived at a desolate plain near the border of Blood Abyss Prefecture.

Wang Yu suddenly came to a halt. From within his sleeve, a yellow escape light drilled deep into the ground and vanished in an instant. Three breaths later,

Fu Xiao arrived.

He wore a robe of golden-threaded brocade with wide sleeves, his hair loose and unbound. His otherwise ordinary face bore a saber scar running vertically through his right eye, stretching from his forehead to his chin.

His eyes brimmed with savage ferocity.

He hovered a hundred paces away, likewise sizing up Wang Yu.

Wang Yu’s Three Foot Snow Dao Robe radiated nobility and splendor. Ethereal snow-white streamers drifted lightly, and ancient silver-inlaid phoenix craftsmanship complemented the silver-threaded high crown atop his head.

It completely concealed the bloody killing intent clinging to him.

Instead, he looked like a banished immortal who had stepped out from a flourishing celestial palace. With his handsome features, upright posture, and gentle smile, he would not seem out of place at all if described as a righteous cultivator from Taihu.

“We finally meet, Wang Yu.”

“I kept you waiting.”

The two had never met before, and this was their first exchange of words.

But that was all.

In the blink of an eye, an exaggerated staff-blade over three meters long appeared in Fu Xiao’s hands. He dragged it forward, as though carrying ten thousand jin of force, tearing white waves through the air itself.

It slashed out in an instant.

A several-hundred-meter-long azure dragon spiraled forth with the blade aura, accompanied by a thunderous dragon’s roar.

Wang Yu narrowed his eyes, keenly sensing that Fu Xiao had also cultivated in a Body Refining path, and a pure one at that. His realm was not low. He had already condensed divine marrow.

“However… I am stronger!”

Demonic Dragon Fist!

Qi and blood took form as a Nether Demonic Dragon burst forth, its body even more colossal, shrouded in a thin layer of pale white flames. This was the Ice Chi Pill Flame.

With this clash, Fu Xiao’s azure dragon, formed from his life-bound treasure combined with a divine blade art, was smashed into a sky full of spiritual light. Amid the explosive shockwave, the Nether Demonic Dragon surged forward.