Chapter 13: The Colossal Beast

They had clearly felt the disturbance of the magical artifact just moments ago. Yet now, it was as if nothing had happened.

The older man picked up a large blade, pointing it directly at Wang Lin and Li Muwan.

“Speak!”

The few people before them were evidently certain that the matter involved the two of them, so no matter how much they tried to explain, it was useless.

Li Muwan, naturally aware she was no match for them, instinctively hid behind Wang Lin.

Wang Lin stiffened. He had initially planned to dodge, but recalling Fang Zhiyi’s words before leaving, he forced himself to hold back.

His supreme spiritual awareness immediately radiated out. Though these people were formidable, supreme spiritual awareness was incomparable.

“Die!”

In the world of cultivation, the strong always hold the ultimate authority. The powerful can decide life and death with ease, especially here in the Demon Cultivation Sea.

The moment his supreme spiritual awareness touched the others, their eyes bled red tears, and before they could react, they ceased breathing forever.

This was the first time Li Muwan saw Wang Lin take action.

Ma Liang was well-known throughout the Huofen Kingdom because he had a master everyone envied.

Yet his reputation in the Huofen Kingdom was not favorable, but today, after seeing Li Muwan, he gained a clearer understanding of Wang Lin’s true strength.

This person was no ordinary figure.

Li Muwan’s body trembled slightly as she stepped out from behind Wang Lin. “Thank you, senior brother.”

“You should thank my master,” Wang Lin snorted coldly.

Though trembling with fear, Li Muwan obediently nodded. “Yes.”

After a long silence, the two stood quietly, waiting for Fang Zhiyi’s return.

“Senior brother, was that death curse you just used?”

Wang Lin’s expression turned dangerous as soon as the words left her lips. “You know the death curse?”

Legend said that the death curse was an ancient divine technique, extremely difficult to master. Once mastered, merely uttering the word ‘death’ would instantly kill the person he gazed upon.

This was a vile technique of the demonic path; even among demons, few dared to practice it.

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The deeper they went, the stronger the scent of blood and dense spiritual energy became.

This was the blood spilled by countless cultivators, now congealed.

Amid the blood mist, towering peaks rose, ancient trees stretched skyward, and rare flowers and herbs carpeted the land.

Fang Zhiyi knew well that, given the nature of the cultivators in the Demon Cultivation Sea, if they knew of such treasures, they would never let them go.

The fact these things remained indicated there were no cultivators above the Nascent Soul stage in the Demon Cultivation Sea.

Thus, Fang Zhiyi could walk boldly here.

Standing atop a mountain peak, her expression serious and brows furrowed, she held a long sword, its tip lightly tapping the blue stone with a crisp sound.

The blade was already corroded by the blood mist, flickering with a faint glow.

After a long moment, she began to concentrate, gathering spiritual power from the surroundings. The sword trembled, emitting a sharp ringing.

Raising the sword to the sky, she swung it down with force. Instantly, a sword aura stormed the mountain peak like a violent tempest.

Rocks scattered in all directions; she knew the treasure was hidden beneath the stone.

With more sword strikes, the mountain began to reveal its secret.

A fissure extended from the summit downward, like a passage leading to the treasure.

At that moment, Fang Zhiyi could feel the treasure’s aura, intimately connected to her, drawing nearer.

Finally, the mountain’s trembling subsided. She stood before the deep fissure, took a deep breath, and stepped in slowly.

Her figure flickered within the crack, only the faint glow of her sword lighting the path ahead.

Inside, the cave was cold and damp, filled with an ancient, heavy aura.

Fang Zhiyi’s steps were steady as she advanced toward the treasure’s core.

Suddenly, a beast’s furious roar echoed, followed by a gust of cold wind carrying a foul stench.

Furrowing her brows, Fang Zhiyi looked toward the source.

There, a colossal beast was chained with countless iron chains. Its massive form roared with wide-open jaws, saliva dripping, ready to devour Fang Zhiyi at any moment.

Using her spiritual awareness to probe, she was surprised to find the beast was only a step away from the Nascent Soul stage, meaning with the right opportunity, it could break through.

No wonder such a beast was guarding this treasure. Discovering it required not only extraordinary wisdom but also strength and luck—all three indispensable.

For instance, Fang Zhiyi had always loved beasts. Back in the Huofen Kingdom, she often fed them in her spare time, a habit she maintained to this day.

She extended her hand, and soon half a slab of pork and half a slab of beef floated out from her magical artifact, suspended in midair.

The beast’s eyes immediately reddened upon seeing this.

Seeing this, Fang Zhiyi knew she hadn’t guessed wrong. The beast had been confined here for a long time. Although she didn’t know what method was used to make it abstain from eating and drinking, as a beast, it still harbored hunger deep within—an uncontrollable instinct, especially for such an intelligent creature.

Fang Zhiyi spoke softly, “I will give you all of this. Don’t stop me from taking that thing.”

Her gaze shifted to behind the beast, where a box radiated dazzling white light. Though the contents remained hidden, Fang Zhiyi could feel that what lay inside was what she sought.

The beast’s eyes rolled over her body as if contemplating whether to strike a bargain.

Finally, it let out a howl into the air but kept its gaze fixed on Fang Zhiyi.

As it opened its mouth, the foul stench swept over again, and Fang Zhiyi finally understood its source.

The beast scraped its front and rear left paws against the ground, poised to charge and attack at any moment.

Seeing this, Fang Zhiyi snorted coldly, no longer intending to tolerate it.

“If that’s the case, don’t blame me for being ruthless.”

She raised her sword, pointing it directly at the beast’s face, the blade gleaming fiercely with overwhelming pressure.

Yet the beast showed no fear. Roaring, it prepared to fight to the death.

Her gaze fell on the iron chains binding the creature. For some reason, a pang of sympathy flickered in her heart.

Still, she did not lower her sword, speaking calmly, “I know you’ve been trapped here for a long time and are exhausted. I will free you, but today, whatever I do, you must not stop me.”