Void Cultivation

Chapter 391: Chapter 390- Rotten Lotus in your flesh (3)

A luxurious robe woven from purple and black flames covered his entire body, causing him to appear both mysterious and majestic. His eyes turned bright and deep, shining with a faint purple glow that seemed capable of seeing through all things.

Meanwhile, the flaming bird transformed into an illusory crown made of dancing purple flames that rested proudly upon his head.

The pressure it emitted caused the surrounding air to become heavy.

Without any hesitation, the bird suddenly folded its wings and flew directly toward Grey.

The two figures overlapped.

A dazzling purple radiance erupted.

Several seconds later, Grey’s appearance underwent a complete transformation.

A luxurious robe woven from purple and black flames covered his entire body, causing him to appear both mysterious and majestic. His eyes turned bright and deep, shining with a faint purple glow that seemed capable of seeing through all things.

Meanwhile, the flaming bird transformed into an illusory crown made of dancing purple flames that rested proudly upon his head.

At this moment, Grey no longer looked like an ordinary cultivator.

Instead, he resembled the noble young heir of an ancient emperor, a supreme existence that had descended from the heavens to the mortal world.

Although Grey looked like a noble young master descending from the heavens, the mutation occurring within his body did not cease. The augmentation from the Soul Devouring Everlasting Bird and the suppressive intent emanating from the purple crystal continuously clashed against the sinister curse.

Under the influence of these two terrifying powers, many of the miniature skeleton heads embedded within the rotten lotus slowly closed their eyes and mouths. The malicious expressions on their faces gradually disappeared and were replaced by solemnity and fear.

The rotten lotus itself slowly began to close, its petals folding inward as though it had encountered a natural enemy.

However, the mutation had not been completely halted. It still continued to spread, albeit at a much slower pace than before.

Grey looked at the strange changes occurring beneath his skin, and his expression became even colder.

Dark veins crawled across his arm before vanishing beneath his sleeve, while a faint itching sensation spread through his entire body. Yet, his gaze remained calm and unwavering.

He did not stop his actions.

He knew that if this battle dragged on any longer, the disadvantageous situation he was in would only worsen. The curse was still active, and Kaien’s cultivation far exceeded his own. The longer he waited, the slimmer his chances of victory would become.

Therefore, the moment he activated the Soul Devouring Everlasting Bird, Grey immediately called upon the purple phantom and unleashed the Mosasaur.

The appearance of the Mosasaur resembled the birth of an ancient embryonic creature.

At first, it was only a vague outline made of spirit essence. Then, flesh-like scales and massive bones gradually formed, and a pair of enormous eyes slowly opened.

Its eyes shone with determination and an untamed ferocity.

The moment it fully appeared, a deafening cry erupted from its mouth.

The sound was like the roar of an ancient beast awakening after countless years of slumber, causing the surrounding air to tremble violently.

Its enormous body rapidly expanded until it reached several dozen meters in length. Countless streams of spirit essence flowed around its body like rivers, making it appear both majestic and terrifying.

Grey’s figure slowly rose into the air.

He did not move quickly, yet each step he took possessed an indescribable elegance, as though he were crossing the entire sky and treading upon the heavens themselves.

Every step caused ripples to spread through the air.

Finally, his foot landed upon the head of the Mosasaur.

The giant sea creature trembled slightly.

A hint of reverence appeared within its enormous eyes as it lowered its head ever so slightly, almost as though it were paying homage to its king.

Grey remained silent.

His white robes fluttered in the wind while his black hair danced behind him.

The Soul Devouring Everlasting Bird hovered above him like an ancient divine creature, while the purple phantom stood behind him like an emperor overlooking the world.

His aura reached an unprecedented height.

Without saying a single word, Grey slowly raised his hand and pointed toward Kaien, who stood a considerable distance away.

His expression remained cold and completely devoid of emotion.

At that moment, he looked less like a human cultivator and more like a supreme being passing judgment upon a sinner.

Seeing this, Kaien could not help but feel a sense of unease.

Especially after witnessing the appearance of the Soul Devouring Everlasting Bird.

A strange sense of familiarity suddenly emerged in his heart.

It felt as though he had seen such a creature somewhere before.

However, no matter how hard he thought about it, he could not remember where.

Even so, the instinctive fear born from that vague familiarity made his heart tremble.

He immediately realized that dealing with Grey would not be as easy as he had initially imagined.

Even after Grey had been affected by his sect’s secret art, Kaien still felt that something was terribly wrong.

The young man before him was simply too calm.

Far too calm.

A dangerous feeling suddenly erupted within his heart.

He needed to leave.

Now.

Kaien’s pupils suddenly constricted.

Without any hesitation, he turned around and attempted to escape.

However, at that very moment, the void beside him distorted.

A pale white hand suddenly reached out from the darkness and grabbed his shoulder.

Kaien, who had already sensed the danger, instantly attempted to evade.

Unfortunately...

He was too late.

The pale hand firmly landed upon his shoulder.

A terrifying chill spread through his entire body.

His expression changed drastically as the person who had grabbed him slowly revealed herself from the void.

It was a white-haired young lady.

She possessed long snow-white hair, beautiful blue eyes, and skin as pale as jade.

Her bearing was like a beautiful flower blooming amidst an endless snowstorm.

Cold, elegant and untouchable.

Her expression was completely devoid of emotion.

Four brilliant Spirit Fires revolved around her body.

They shone like miniature suns, illuminating the surrounding space and bathing her figure in a divine radiance.

Their warmth contrasted sharply with her icy temperament.

It was as though the blazing suns sought to melt the eternal frost surrounding her heart.

The sight made her appear both sacred and mysterious.

However, instead of being captivated by her beauty, Kaien’s expression was one of utter disbelief.

Because in her other hand... She was holding a severed head.

The head belonged to a young man whose facial features had been forever frozen in fear and despair.

Blood continuously dripped from his neck.

Several strands of his hair remained stained crimson. Kaien instantly recognized the face.

His entire body stiffened. The blood in his veins seemed to freeze.

A look of horror slowly spread across his face. Because the person whose head she held...

Was one of his fellow disciple.

Or, more specifically, it was the disciple who had accompanied him to the harbor earlier that day—the very same person responsible for handling the matter of the missing people.

That disciple should have already been aboard a concealed magical vessel, one that was meant to transport him far away from Sky Mist City and deep into the Dead Sea.

He should have left several hours ago.

He should have been completely beyond the boundaries of Sky Mist City by now.

More importantly, he was no weakling. His cultivation was profound, and his strength was on par with Kaien’s own.

A cultivator who had condensed four Balls of Spirit Fire.

Yet, somehow, he was standing right there.

Alive.

And, judging from the corpse at Grey’s feet, he had already been killed.

Disbelief, confusion, and shock surged through Kaien’s mind like a raging storm. His thoughts became a chaotic mess, and his vision blurred momentarily. He stared at the scene before him as though he had just witnessed an impossible nightmare.

How?

How had this happened?

How had his disciple failed to escape?

And who had killed him?

Before Kaien could gather his thoughts, a sudden sense of danger exploded within his heart.

Unfortunately, it was already too late.

Grey had silently appeared before him like a phantom.

Boom!

His fist shot forward with terrifying force and slammed directly into Kaien’s chest. At the exact moment his punch connected, compressed air erupted from his fist like an invisible cannon, unleashing a devastating burst of power.

A sharp, searing pain instantly tore through Kaien’s body.

His eyes widened.

Blood sprayed from his mouth as he was sent flying backward like a broken kite. He tumbled across the ground several times before finally coming to a stop, coughing out large mouthfuls of blood.

Only then did he lower his head.

The moment he saw his chest, his pupils contracted violently.

There, where Grey’s fist had landed, was a massive, gruesome hole.

His chest had been completely blasted open.

Blood poured endlessly from the wound, and fragments of shattered bone were visible within the gaping cavity.

Kaien’s expression froze.

He could even feel the cold wind passing through the hole in his chest.

For a brief moment, he could not believe what he was seeing.

Then, an overwhelming sense of fear and disbelief engulfed him.