Demonic Cultivator: Immune To Common Side Effects - Chapter 62

Chapter 62: Cinder Annihilation Fairy—You Won’t Cry Until You See the Coffin!

The fairy within the Demonic Eye pondered deeply, sensing something amiss.

She had imparted a Demonic Technique to Li Yan, yet the more he practiced, the more pure and holy he seemed to become.

Could his Bright Lamp Sacred Physique be suppressing the technique’s corrupting influence?

Or… is his Sacred Physique not ordinary?

This Venerable One has slumbered for far too long. Has the Era of Dharma Decline brought forth new developments?

After much deliberation, the fairy within the Demonic Eye concluded that Li Yan’s Sacred Physique was likely extraordinary and warranted closer observation. She surmised that her prolonged burial had isolated her from the world’s evolving landscape.

As Li Yan continued to absorb her Blood Malevolent Qi, the fairy grew increasingly uneasy.

This boy is utterly insatiable! He’s draining away every last drop of my Blood Malevolent Qi.

If I let him continue, This Venerable One may be forced back into slumber.

Having slumbered for countless millennia, the Blood Malevolent Qi she had painstakingly accumulated was now being devoured wholesale by Li Yan.

She abruptly halted the Qi transfer to Li Yan, fearing she might lose consciousness entirely.

Compared to the Cinder Annihilation Fairy, whose Demonic Eye had been hollowed out, Li Yan was experiencing an unprecedented sense of exhilaration.

The long-lost Body Tempering Art of the Ancient Demonic Sect was vastly different from the cultivation techniques practiced today.

Li Yan had reviewed several Body Tempering Arts circulating within the Tranquil Void Temple, but they all focused on superficial conditioning.

They mistakenly equated body tempering with mere physical exercise, a grave misconception!

The Ancient Method of Body Tempering involved drawing qi through rhythmic breathing.

With his fingertips forming mudras, qi flowed with his thoughts, converging into a qi vortex three inches below his navel.

Each complete cycle felt like a fiery pearl had dropped into his Dantian, a burning sensation spreading outward from within. His muscles and bones subtly transformed amidst the pain, resonating with metallic tones from within.

Ancient cultivation techniques emphasized internal refinement, while modern cultivators practiced superficial methods focused solely on strengthening muscles.

After completing a single major cycle, Li Yan felt an invigorating stretch from the core of his being outward.

Yang Sacrifice Power surged from his Dantian, condensing a layer of Yang Qi on his skin, as if gilding his body with a golden armor.

This golden armor, forged from condensed Yang Qi, proved far more resilient than mere physical tempering.

As Li Yan’s cultivation deepened, his Cultivation Base steadily advanced, reaching the peak of the Blood Shifting Realm. He faintly sensed a Golden Core beginning to coalesce within his abdomen.

Unfortunately, the Blood Malevolent Qi provided by the Demonic Eye was slowly dissipating, insufficient to sustain him through the Core Formation breakthrough.

Slowly exhaling a turbid breath, Li Yan gradually opened his eyes.

He began feigning ignorance before the Demonic Eye.

“Strange,” he muttered, “I’m clearly cultivating a Demonic Technique, so why is Yang Qi bathing my body?”

“Could there be something wrong with this Demonic Eye? It doesn’t seem like an authentic artifact of the Demonic Sect. Perhaps it’s a fake.”

Hearing Li Yan’s words, the fairy within the Demonic Eye nearly lost her composure.

Struggling to maintain her composure, she couldn’t help but murmur to herself, “To think that Yan Tong, the Cinder Annihilation Fairy renowned throughout the Immortal Art Era, would be mistaken for a mere demonic imposter by this greenhorn brat!”

The fairy felt a mixture of amusement and exasperation. In her prime, simply uttering her name would send tremors through the Immortal Cultivation World. Now, this youth, who had cultivated the Demonic Technique she provided, dared to question its authenticity?

Where could she even begin to reason with him?

Meanwhile, Li Yan, eavesdropping on her thoughts, learned that the entity dwelling within the Demonic Eye was named Yan Tong, also known as the Cinder Annihilation Fairy.

Given the chance, Li Yan wanted to scour the ancient texts for any mention of this figure. If she were truly renowned, there should be at least fragments in some ancient texts to confirm her existence.

Snapping out of his thoughts, Li Yan glanced at the Ancient Demonic Eye beside him. He wasn’t sure how long he had been sitting there. His Cultivation Base had reached the threshold of Core Formation, but the requirements for achieving it were stringent, demanding drastic measures. He needed a powerful catalyst to break through.

In this Era of Dharma Decline, where spiritual energy had dwindled and natural treasures were scarce, the resources for Immortal Cultivation had been almost entirely exhausted by previous generations.

“Wait a minute… This Demonic Eye was unearthed from the God’s Tomb. The God’s Tomb…” Li Yan’s eyebrows shot up, sensing he had stumbled upon the key to Core Formation.

According to the villagers, eighty lives had been lost in retrieving the Demonic Eye from the God’s Tomb. That tomb must contain even more potent side effects. If he ventured there, he would undoubtedly find a method for Core Formation.

But when the Cinder Annihilation Fairy within the Demonic Eye heard Li Yan’s plan to visit the God’s Tomb, she was utterly stunned.

“A newborn calf doesn’t fear the tiger,” she muttered. “This boy… he actually dares to recklessly barge into the God’s Tomb?”

“That’s no mere tomb of gods,” Yan Tong muttered. “It’s the burial ground of ancient deities, sealed deep beneath the earth.”

“This Venerable One barely escaped the God’s Tomb alive. I absolutely cannot return!”

The Demonic Eye glowed with a violet light, projecting two lines of text onto the ground:

Ancient God Forbidden Zone—Do Not Enter.

Peering into an ancient god’s tomb invites madness at best, or death by thorny vines at worst.

Li Yan read the Demonic Eye’s warning, stroking his chin thoughtfully. “Ancient gods… Interesting. Ancient texts claim that almost no one who has glimpsed their true forms has survived.”

“That God’s Tomb must be brimming with treasures.”

Yan Tong was nearly speechless. How could she dissuade this reckless fool from rushing to his doom?

She had kindly warned Li Yan against courting death in the God’s Tomb.

The ancient gods were far from benevolent deities; they were terrifyingly brutal entities feared even by cultivators from the Demonic Sect.

Her residual soul clenched its fist, taking a deep breath to calm her inner turmoil.

“Fine,” she thought. “Once he reaches the edge of the God’s Tomb, he’ll realize the danger and turn back.”

Yan Tong was certain that any sane person would balk at the tomb’s entrance.

She had given up trying to persuade him. Some people only weep when they see their own coffin.

Li Yan would inevitably witness the horrors within the God’s Tomb and retreat. She was convinced he wouldn’t dare venture any further.

Li Yan pushed open the door and stepped into the courtyard.

There stood Corpse Puppet Su Mo, motionless in the center, her face devoid of expression. She had remained rooted to the spot for days, unmoving.

The Cinder Annihilation Fairy was taken aback when she saw the Corpse Puppet.

“This Corpse Puppet is truly unique,” she thought. “She possesses no soul, yet exists between life and death, unbound by the Five Elements? If I were to apply my Puppet Refinement Art, I could undoubtedly elevate her to new heights.”

Hearing the Cinder Annihilation Fairy’s thoughts, Li Yan’s mind raced with excitement.

If only I could extract her memories and acquire all her cultivation techniques, he thought.

But the Ancient Demonic Eye proved impossibly resilient, impervious to both destruction and refinement. After all, it had once belonged to an Immortal of the Great Ascension Stage. With his current cultivation base, Li Yan was powerless against its formidable durability.

For now, he could only eavesdrop on the Demonic Eye’s thoughts, hoping to coax some useful information from her.

The immediate priority, however, was to investigate the God’s Tomb—to assess the true danger of the ancient burial site the Fairy had mentioned.

With this in mind, Li Yan pushed open the courtyard gate. Standing before the Village Chief’s house, he projected his voice telepathically across Gu Cave Village:

“Is there anyone willing to guide me? I need to go to the God’s Tomb.”

The village fell deathly silent. Almost no one dared to volunteer.