Dao of The Demonic Cultivator

The figure descended slowly, landing in the center of the battlefield where a huge pit was conspicuously present. Previously, many demonic cultivators had gathered around this pit.

The visage of this figure was that of Han Liuyun, but the soul housed within his body was named Shang Tianjue.

"This battlefield wasn't formed recently, was it? Yet, a cultivator has already claimed it before me. To think that someone other than those from my Nether Dao Sect dares to absorb the resentful energies of such a vast battlefield!"

Shang Tianjue furrowed his brows. He did not ponder further nor linger, instead, he immediately rushed to the next battlefield.

His time was precious.

Although he had devoured the Golden Cores, spirits, and flesh of numerous Golden Core cultivators in the Ghost Palace, he had only just returned to his peak state from years past.

To strive for the Nascent Soul Path, he needed to absorb the resentful energies of a battlefield where over a million had perished.

"I wonder who dared to absorb the Yin Evil Qi before me. If I find out who it is, I'll make sure they meet their master in the netherworld."

With a cold snort, Shang Tianjue departed from the place.

...

In Blue Star.

There was not a hint of breeze around Chu Xuan, yet his robes billowed as if caught in the wind.

An indescribable aura enveloped him, making it seem as though he sat there and yet appeared as if he was hundreds of meters away.

In the next instant, he suddenly seemed very close.

The three corpses scratched their heads, unable to comprehend the changes in their master.

Hum!

At one moment, a wild wind suddenly swept around Chu Xuan.

He abruptly opened his eyes.

His aura surged at that instant, far surpassing the ninth level of Foundation Establishment.

"Netherworld Soul Core, complete!"

Chu Xuan was overjoyed.

Now, he was no longer a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator, nor could he be considered a Golden Core cultivator.

He was something akin to a pseudo-Golden Core.

Even so, he was now capable of completely overwhelming a cultivator at the ninth level of Foundation Establishment.

Even if more than a dozen such cultivators attacked him simultaneously, they would be like playthings in his hands!

"My spirit... it's overwhelming! Is this the Sea of Spiritual Sense? I haven't officially become a Golden Core cultivator yet, but my Sea of Spiritual Sense has already been prematurely formed."

Chu Xuan felt the changes occurring within and outside his body, marveling at the transformation.

Typically, only upon condensing a Golden Core would one's Sea of Spiritual Sense and spiritual sense be born simultaneously.

The so-called Sea of Spiritual Sense, to put it simply, is the dwelling place of the soul. Before its formation, the soul merely resides within the brain.

Moreover, without the Sea of Spiritual Sense, manipulating magic tools or telekinetically moving objects could only be accomplished through the extension of the soul's sense.

This sense lacks offensive and defensive capabilities, having only the effect of controlling external objects.

But now, with the Sea of Spiritual Sense, this sense can be forged into a spiritual sense.

Thus, the spiritual sense can become a barrier protecting the soul.

Furthermore, after being tempered by secret techniques of spiritual sense, it can possess both offensive and defensive capabilities.

This makes the soul much more secure.

Chu Xuan extended his spiritual sense outside his body, playfully manipulating this and that.

He felt the novelty of a child with a new toy.

"Secret techniques of spiritual sense are possessions of Golden Core cultivators and are probably expensive. Currently, I have no means to acquire such techniques."

Chu Xuan tested the uses of his spiritual sense, then retracted it back into his body.

As for the secret techniques, there would naturally be those selflessly devoted who would deliver them to his doorstep in the future.

Now, he had plenty of cultivation methods to master, so he wasn't in a hurry to acquire the secret techniques of spiritual sense.

"The Hundred Refinement Sect, the Heaven Burning Sect, and the Yu Kingdom's sects are probably at their wits' end by now. Let's see how far they have progressed. I also need someone to help me collect Thunder Python cores."

Chu Xuan contemplated and entered the Blood Mirror.

...

In central Wu Province.

Chu Xuan piloted the Green Shadow Shuttle northward for a while and soon spotted two Qi Refining demonic cultivators stealthily slaughtering a mortal village, obviously intending to practice blood cultivation.

"Just the two of you."

With a gesture, Chu Xuan's Demon Claw shot out, capturing the two in an instant.

The surviving villagers, who had been utterly despairing and believed they were doomed, suddenly found that a more powerful immortal had passed by and captured the two demons!

They immediately felt a deep gratitude towards Chu Xuan.

"Thank you, immortal master!"

"Thank you for rescuing us in our time of need!"

At that moment, their savior, the immortal who had saved them from dire straits, had already crushed the heads of the two demonic cultivators and casually thrown them into the Tower.

"The current situation has somewhat exceeded my expectations. Fighting back and forth, it has actually resulted in a three-way stand-off?"

The memories extracted from these two demonic cultivators left Chu Xuan quite astonished.

Chu Xuan, with a smile creeping across his face, reflected on the current turmoil.

Indeed, chaos such as this was a playground for demonic cultivators.

The tripartite power struggle among the Hundred Refinements Sect, Divine Star Sect, and the Heaven Burning Sect had led to a no-man's land at the borders of their territories, where demonic cultivators roamed rampant.

In such areas, whole mortal towns were often slaughtered.

"There's a small sect nearby called Black Dragon Mountain. Currently, it's been taken over by three Foundation Establishment cultivators. The Heaven Burning Sect, too preoccupied to care, turns a blind eye..."

This was a stroke of good fortune for Chu Xuan, who had been looking for someone to help him find the Thunder Python demon core.

He was confident these junior cultivators would soon realize their role in serving him.

...

In the council hall of Black Dragon Mountain.

Three Foundation Establishment cultivators gathered together.

The gaunt old man chuckled wickedly, "...I say, we should go for a big score next! How about a blood sacrifice of an entire mortal city?"

The bearded brute slammed his hand on the table, "Great! I like it! The nearby White Water City is poorly defended; it's the perfect target!"

The calm, pale-faced young man interjected, "No, the Heaven Burning Sect is currently consolidating their rule. It's best not to draw their attention. I think we should strike within the Yu Kingdom's borders. The Divine Star Sect is busy eliminating the remnants of the Mystical Sound Palace and Imperial Spirit Mountain. The loss or gain of one or two mortal cities won't catch their notice."

The gaunt old man and the bearded brute both gave thumbs up, "Excellent! We'll follow your plan!"

Just then, a voice unexpectedly rang out.

"No, no. I think it would be best for you to serve me."