Cultivation Starts from Farming-Chapter 814 - 369: Abundant Spoils of War

Immediately, the demonic power surged around the Water Lake Rat, like a river breaching its banks with overwhelming force.

A mysterious black water curtain, like an inverted celestial river, thoroughly enveloped the entire sinister island shaped like a skull.

The battlefield was now exposed to the cultivators present.

The "Ten Thousand Skull Hall" on the main peak had long since turned to dust, leaving only an unfathomable giant pit, filled with an acrid scorched odor and a thick scent of blood.

At the edge of the pit, a few pieces of charred debris stained with dark red blood marks lay scattered, barely recognizable as robe fragments.

Upon seeing this scene, the Foundation Establishment and Golden Core cultivators could clearly perceive the doomsday-like spectacle on the main peak.

Especially when recognizing the remains of the Blood Bone Master at the edge of the pit, boundless fear surged in their hearts.

"The... the Patriarch... is dead?!"

"The cave abode... is destroyed, completely destroyed!"

"Run! Quickly, escape!"

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Loyalty and ferocity, in the face of absolute death, all transformed into the most primal survival instincts.

The remaining hundreds of cultivators, like ants in chaos, desperately charged in all directions toward the Profound Nether Heavy Water curtain covering the sky, attempting to escape Blood Bone Island.

However, in the face of absolute power, struggle was futile.

"Squeak, all of you better stay put!"

The sharp yet imposing roar of the Water Lake Rat echoed across the island.

Suspended mid-air, its corpulent body emitted the terrifying pressure of a Tier Four Middle-grade Great Demon, with its small beady eyes glinting with icy menace.

It casually waved its two front claws toward the chaotic crowd below.

Crashing—

The Profound Nether Heavy Water curtain covering the sky suddenly rippled.

Whether Foundation Establishment or Golden Core, in front of the water chains imbued with immense water elemental power and soul-freezing chill, they were like moths trapped in a web, instantly bound.

A piercing chill invaded the meridians, freezing their spiritual power, rendering them incapable of even self-destructing their Golden Cores, trembling on the frigid ground.

Xu Ping stood with hands behind his back upon the ruins of the main peak, his black robe spotless, seemingly indifferent to the suppression methods of the Water Lake Rat.

His Divine Sense, like an invisible net, had long covered the entire island, carefully searching for any suspicious spots.

Suddenly, as Xu Ping’s Divine Sense spread to a certain cage, a flash of rare astonishment passed over his serene face.

The unwavering eyes showed an evident tremor for the first time.

"Why... is she here?"

The feedback from the Divine Sense scouting, a clear and graceful figure in a prison covered with restrictions on the western side of the island, vividly reflected in Xu Ping’s Sea of Consciousness.

That pale yet undeniably beautiful face... unmistakably the old acquaintance from Nanchuan, Duan Shuang!

"The special constitution Golden Core female cultivator mentioned by the Blood Bone Master... turns out to be her?"

In an instant, Xu Ping understood.

With the opening of the inter-world passage and the ensuing chaos, it was not impossible for Duan Shuang to be caught up in a spatial turbulence or captured by Water Element cultivators, falling into the hands of the Blood Bone Master.

Yet such coincidence was truly lamentable.

With a thought, Xu Ping’s figure transformed into a cyan streak of lightning, ignoring the ruined structures and the pervasive blood mist along the way, arriving in an instant outside the eerie prison.

Inside the prison, the world-shaking roar from outside and the subsequent eerie silence had Duan Shuang’s heartstrings pulled taut to the extreme.

She didn’t know what had happened, but sensed the sky over Blood Bone Island had changed.

Despair and a sliver of faint hope intertwined within her heart.

Just then, without warning, a blinding cyan Escape Light appeared outside the heavy dark iron door of the prison.

As the light diffused, a figure clad in a black robe, with an aura profound as the sea, manifested.

Duan Shuang’s heart sank sharply, seized by fear in an instant.

Was he a confidant of the Blood Bone Master?

Or a stranger cultivator?

She suppressed her trembling, lifted her pale face, striving to maintain the last hint of Golden Core cultivator demeanor, eyes fixed on the figure outside the door, trying to discern the visitor.

However, when that familiar voice, tinged with a touch of sentimental reunion, pierced through the thick prison door, resonating clearly in her ears.

"Fellow Daoist Duan, long time no see."

Duan Shuang was struck as if by thunder, her entire body completely stupefied. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

That voice... she widened her eyes in disbelief, staring hard at the face slowly coming into focus outside the door.

The black robe was unchanged, yet the aura was utterly different... But that face, she could never forget.

"Xu... Fellow Daoist Xu?!"

Immense shock and immense joy surged like a torrent, infusing tremors into Duan Shuang’s voice.

"Indeed, it is Xu Mou."

Xu Ping smiled faintly, with a wave of his hand, the insidious restriction capable of confining a Late-Stage Golden Core cultivator shattered like fragile glass.

He stepped into the cell, looking at the emaciated yet undeniably delighted old friend before him, feeling a myriad of emotions within.

"How did Fellow Daoist Xu come to be here?" Duan Shuang asked instinctively in her daze.

"It’s a long story, let’s discuss later. For now, the immediate priority is to dispel the restrictions on Fellow Daoist."

"Restrictions?"

Upon hearing this, Duan Shuang’s starry eyes, lit with joy, were once again overshadowed by deep worry, "It was the Blood Bone Old Demon himself who inflicted the ’Bone-Eroding Soul-Locking Spell’, exceedingly vicious. Even an ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator would have a hard time breaking it..."

Her words were abruptly cut off, for Xu Ping had already raised two fingers like a sword, sending two streaks of cyan light flickering like lightning into her forehead’s Sea of Consciousness and her Dantian’s Sea of Qi.

"The Blood Bone Master, I have slain."

His light, off-hand revelation crashed like thunder in Duan Shuang’s ears.

She hadn’t even begun to digest this earth-shattering news.

She simply felt the vile restriction power within her Sea of Consciousness, like maggots on bones, and the seal on her spiritual power’s talisman within her Dantian.

Under the assault of two cyan rays imbued with strange vitality, they melted away instantly like ice and snow under the blazing sun.