Chapter 674: Chapter 277: Refining the Fire Seed! The Whereabouts of the Celestial Demon Limbs! (Part 2)
Just like that, under the shocked gazes of everyone with wide eyes, it took three full days and nights for the entangled fire seeds on Jiang Shi’s body to finally become completely internalized and disappear.
Jiang Shi’s body stood motionless, towering and massive, resembling an invisible volcano. Under the sunlight, it emitted a hint of an astonishing aura.
The snow under his feet had long since melted, turning into large streams of water.
At this moment.
A pair of eyes suddenly opened, and deep within the pupils, there seemed to be a flicker of ghostly blue lightning, exuding an incredibly bizarre aura.
"As expected of the Supreme Yang Fire Seed, has my Yama Nine Revolutions Technique broken through?"
Jiang Shi’s heart surged as he suddenly looked at his own palm.
The broad palm clenched forcefully, and a layer of crimson strange flames suddenly appeared in his palm, red as blood, red and eerie, like a pooling of blood flowing in his palm.
Upon closer inspection, one could clearly feel an indescribable terrifying Power of Destruction, a biting ferocity that seems to ravage everything in its path.
Second Realm!
Red Blood Demon Fire!
Jiang Shi carefully savored this power, only feeling as if he was holding a volcano, dormant for many years, in his palm, ready to erupt at any moment to engulf the world.
Moments later.
With a grasp of his hand, the scarlet Red Blood Demon Fire immediately vanished, once again condensed within his body.
"Hmm, my physical body has also become stronger, refined by the Supreme Yang Fire Seed, tempered and purified, advancing to a new level!"
Jiang Shi murmured to himself.
This journey to the Arctic Glacier was indeed worthwhile!
Suddenly, his gaze turned to Daoist Master Xuan and he said, "Senior, we should leave here now."
"Alright!"
Daoist Master Xuan suppressed his shock and nodded in agreement.
The two of them set off, walking into the distance.
A group of reclusive observers around, upon seeing Jiang Shi approaching, all had their expressions change slightly and couldn’t help but swiftly retreat.
As if what was approaching was not a person!
But a demon!
A demon ready to devour the nearest being with its menacing maw!!
At that moment!
Suddenly, another expert arrived, descending from the sky like a comet striking the ground, landing steadily in front of Jiang Shi with a light snapping sound.
It was a young man in a white robe, handsome features, flowing black hair, extremely remarkable in appearance. As soon as he appeared, he clasped his hands, "Senior, please wait, my master invites you for a discussion!"
Upon seeing the white-robed youth, the crowd immediately changed their expressions.
"Venerable Wuxiang!"
Evidently, they knew who this white-robed youth’s ’master’ was, and they were filled with apprehension towards the ’master’.
Jiang Shi frowned, glancing at the white-robed youth.
Just one glance and the white-robed youth felt as though his whole body was bathed in flames, blood surging, having the sensation of being burned, and was greatly shocked, retreating rapidly.
"No time!"
Jiang Shi responded, stepping directly towards the distance.
"Senior, please reconsider!"
The white-robed youth called out hastily.
However, Jiang Shi didn’t turn his head, his sturdy and robust body growing more distant.
Yet Daoist Master Xuan, seemingly lost in thought, turned his head to give the white-robed youth a deep look, as if having realized something, raised an eyebrow slightly, but soon also took steps to follow Jiang Shi.
The Snow Peak was filled with chatter.
All the recluses discussed eagerly, their gaze following the direction Jiang Shi and Daoist Master Xuan departed, filled with shock and disbelief.
Though they didn’t know Jiang Shi’s name, without a doubt, today’s Jiang Shi had certainly spread across the entire Snow Peak, to the point of being remembered for hundreds of years to come.
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The two figures quickly distanced themselves from the glacier, heading in the direction from which they came.
In the icy world, the north wind howled.
Countless hailstones continued to fall intermittently.
When Jiang Shi and Daoist Master Xuan had moved several miles away from the glacier, suddenly, an ethereal and piercing sound of a guqin, mellow and resonant, began to ring out between heaven and earth.
This music was astounding and mysterious, ignoring all wind and cold, broadcasting continuously as if guiding one forward.
Initially, Jiang Shi paid it no mind, ignoring it.
But as they continued on their journey, the music persisted, becoming clearer, as if it were reverberating right by their ears, gradually causing unavoidable irritation and restlessness.
This made Jiang Shi’s eyebrows gradually furrow.
Traveling further, his body suddenly halted, casting his sharp gaze forward.
There, on a small hill.
A figure in a cyan robe sat high, an ancient zither placed across his knees, face calm and aura gentle, fingers lightly strumming, the sound pure and melodious.
"Playing tricks, why block my path? I said I am not interested in spars!"
Jiang Shi watched the figure, speaking coldly.
"Playing music to make friends doesn’t necessarily require a duel. Forgive my disciple’s rudeness earlier."
The figure in the cyan robe spoke calmly.
"Disciple?"
Jiang Shi frowned, suddenly realizing.
It seems the white-robed youth who invited him earlier was this person’s disciple.
"Unfortunately, I don’t like making friends lightly, so I’d rather pass."
Jiang Shi sneered.
"It’s fair not to like making friends, but it’s a pity that my exceptional opportunity lacks someone to share it with."
The figure in the cyan robe sighed softly, his eyes clear and deep, like rootless water, swept towards Jiang Shi, speaking evenly, "If I’m not mistaken, it seems you come from the Celestial Demon Sect."
