Record of a Demon's Cultivation-Chapter 448: Blood Brick

Translator: Cinder Translations

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With the Evil Extermination Sword Formation in place, Song Wen still didn't feel entirely secure.

He released the Ghost King to monitor the surroundings and set up the Yin Yang Four Symbols Formation within the Blood Refining Cave, finally gaining some peace of mind.

Surveying the area, his gaze ultimately settled on the deep pit in the center of the cave. He decided to train within it.

Descending into the pit, he found the bottom stained a deep crimson, as though the ground had been soaked in blood for years, leaving permanent marks.

Unfazed by this, Song Wen sat cross-legged and retrieved the jade slip containing the cultivation method for the second layer of the Focused Spirit Stab. Using his spiritual sense, he began carefully studying it.

Compared to the first layer, the second layer of the Focused Spirit Stab was significantly more challenging.

Cultivating the second layer required not only the ability to mobilize a greater portion of spiritual sense but also to condense it into spiritual blades. This greatly increased the difficulty, but its power was also more than tenfold stronger.

Moreover, the second layer required practitioners to split their spiritual sense and form multiple spiritual blades, with a maximum of three at once.

Song Wen immersed himself in training within the Blood Refining Cave, and time quickly passed—half a year in the blink of an eye.

During this time, he consumed medicinal pills several times to replenish his qi.

Although the Evil Extermination Sword Formation remained unchallenged by the wraiths and consumed little spiritual qi, it wasn't entirely without cost. To ensure he stayed in peak condition and maintained sufficient spiritual qi, Song Wen remained vigilant.

One day, Song Wen swallowed a Heaven Spirit Pill.

The pill transformed into an invisible force that surged into his sea of consciousness.

With its assistance, a two-inch translucent blade slowly formed at the center of his brow. Moments later, a second blade also materialized.

Currently, forming two spiritual blades was the limit of Song Wen's capabilities. Creating a third would require the spiritual sense strength of a late-stage Golden Core cultivator.

The two blades hovered around him, fluttering like butterflies, light and nimble.

After some practice, Song Wen retracted the blades into his sea of consciousness.

The spiritual blades were condensed from his spiritual sense, and deploying them would deplete his reserves. With danger lurking everywhere, he had to conserve every ounce of strength for unexpected situations.

Standing up, Song Wen looked down at the bottom of the pit with a peculiar expression.

In a small area at the pit's center, the previously dark crimson ground had taken on a brighter red hue, as if something had been awakened by the aura of his living body.

He had noticed this anomaly five months ago but hadn't paid much attention to it at the time.

However, over the months, this patch had turned progressively redder, now a deep scarlet, distinct from the surrounding area.

After a moment's thought, Song Wen refrained from acting rashly. Instead, he used his spiritual qi to summon the broken base of the bronze furnace.

Upon close inspection, he found a needle-sized hole in the furnace base.

If the base were placed in the pit, the hole would align perfectly with the center of the discolored area.

Suddenly, a surge of corpse energy radiated from Song Wen, and his hand transformed into a dark claw, poised to dig into the red area.

But a sense of unease made him pause.

Withdrawing his corpse energy, he stepped back to the edge of the pit.

Song Wen summoned a flying sword, intending to use it to cut through the pit's surface.

After a moment's hesitation, he still felt uneasy.

He retreated further, moving to the entrance of the Blood Refining Cave, ready to dismantle the sword formation and flee at a moment's notice.

At this point, the Ghost King, who had been stationed at the entrance monitoring the wraiths, made its move. It descended into the pit.

Wielding its ghostly sword, the Ghost King began cutting along the edges of the discolored area.

To Song Wen's relief, the danger he feared didn't materialize.

However, the Ghost King's cutting was far from smooth. The rock at the bottom of the pit was extraordinarily tough, seemingly treated with special methods. It was also inscribed with formation patterns, though these had long since lost their efficacy due to the passage of time.

After a meal's worth of time, the Ghost King finally managed to cut out the discolored area.

It carried a crimson object over to Song Wen.

The object was a foot in length, width, and thickness, resembling a paving stone.

The Ghost King struggled slightly as it held the object aloft with its ghostly energy, indicating it was exceptionally heavy.

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Song Wen stared at the blood brick for a long time but could discern nothing unusual.

It emitted no spiritual energy fluctuations or sinister aura, appearing to be nothing more than an ordinary crimson stone.

Reaching out, Song Wen took the blood brick from the Ghost King.

His arm immediately sank under its weight, nearly dropping it.

The brick's weight was astonishing, easily reaching tens of thousands of dans.

TL/N: 1dan = 50kg = 110lb.

If this object could be refined into a magical artifact, simply smashing it onto an opponent could be lethal to a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

Suddenly, Song Wen's expression changed, and he hurriedly tossed the brick away.

The moment he held the blood brick, he felt a powerful surge of blood essence flow into his body.

The sensation was identical to the feeling he experienced when he absorbed another's blood essence.

Quickly mobilizing his spiritual sense, he scanned his body.

A moment later, Song Wen's expression relaxed slightly.

Aside from an increase in his blood vitality, there were no abnormalities within him.

"Could this object be forged from countless streams of blood essence?"

Song Wen murmured to himself, looking at the blood brick lying several feet away.

The blood essence he had just absorbed was equivalent to the entire reserve of a Foundation Establishment cultivator, yet for the blood brick, this amount seemed negligible. The brick remained unchanged.

"Who would create such a bizarre object?" Song Wen was baffled.

The location, named Ming Shen Mountain, likely had ties to the Nether Shrine, which could have been a base in the Chaotic Sea.

And the Nether Shrine was affiliated with the Divine Blood Gate.

Song Wen couldn't help but be astonished, pondering just how powerful the Divine Blood Gate must have been in its prime.

Such a formidable force, yet it had vanished without a trace over the course of tens of thousands of years.

After confirming that the blood brick posed no immediate danger, Song Wen stored it in his spatial ring without using any additional container.

The blood brick's aura was completely sealed, with not a trace of its blood essence leaking out. This was likely the reason it had been so perfectly preserved over the ages without any loss.

It was also why the cultivators of the Xing Family hadn't detected its presence.

Although Song Wen didn't yet know the brick's specific purpose, he was certain that it would ensure a steady supply of blood essence for a long time. He even considered the possibility of selling excess blood essence for a fortune in spiritual stones.

After storing the Ghost King back into the Ghost Banner, Song Wen proceeded to the passageway of the Blood Refining Cave.

His hands lit up with two orbs of lightning, ready for battle.

Once fully prepared, Song Wen abruptly deactivated the Evil Extermination Sword Formation.

To his surprise, there was only one wraith in the passageway, with no sign of the others.

This wraith was enormous, standing several feet tall and possessing the strength of a late-stage Tier 3 creature.

It had the head of a massive ox with eyes as red as blood, a humanoid body covered in scales, and a pair of enormous bird-like wings on its back.

Crouching in the relatively narrow passage, it immediately charged at Song Wen upon seeing the lightning orbs vanish.

Devoid of intelligence, it acted purely on instinct, lunging at him without hesitation.

(End of the Chapter)

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