Cultivation Starts from Farming

"Hmm?"

An unexpectedly faint thought transmitted from the ancient demonic consciousness.

Because within the soul of the cultivator before him was a determination so powerful that it caused a slight... hesitation and discord in the devouring and merging process.

"A mere mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator... with such a strong determination? This is quite interesting..."

The ancient demonic consciousness seemed a bit intrigued, but there was more impatience from being slightly obstructed by an ant.

It took a bit of effort to forcibly suppress, envelop, and merge that stubborn determination into its own stream of consciousness.

Possession, complete!

Inside the stone hall, the rolling demonic qi gradually subsided, returning into the body of the "Harmonious Old Demon." He slowly lifted his head and opened his eyes.

He moved his neck, causing the bones to emit a light crackling sound, as if adapting to this new body.

"Xu Ping... Duan Shuang... Pure Yin Body..."

A few names and phrases uncontrollably slipped from his mouth, carrying a residue of intense greed that was quickly overpowered by the cold demonic nature.

"Hmph."

"The lingering determination... prevents me from immediately achieving perfection in controlling this body, it’ll take some time to completely erase and merge it..."

The "Harmonious Old Demon" curled his lips into a cold and sinister arc, his demonic eyes gazing into the void, as if penetrating endless space and locking onto a direction.

"Well then... Let’s first find Xu Ping, as well as that so-called Pure Yin Nascent Soul, devouring them should complete this discord and restore some of my power."

He did not linger, his figure flickered, transforming into a terrifying torrent of bloody light filled with demonic qi, instantly rushing out of the stone hall and disappearing into the twisted light and shadows of the Spiritual Miao Garden.

His speed far surpassed that of the former Harmonious Old Demon.

The pervasive intimidation... had firmly stepped into the terrifying realm of the Late-Stage Nascent Soul.

...

The gale was like a knife, slicing through the rugged gray-brown rocks, emitting a mournful whistling sound.

Xu Ping’s black robe fluttered, standing alone amidst a landscape of broken walls and ruins.

He frowned slightly, staring at an ethereal, phoenix-wing-shaped, crimson lingzhi in his hand.

"Phoenix Blood Nirvana Zhi... another top-tier spirit medicine."

Xu Ping murmured to himself, his tone devoid of much joy, instead carrying a hint of helplessness, "It’s a pity... that for me, it’s only an embellishment."

With a wave of his hand, he put away the lingzhi and looked towards the depths of this desolate secret realm, letting out a gentle sigh:

"After months of searching, the gains in spirit medicine and materials are substantial, even obtaining the Nine Yang Divine Marrow, such a supreme body refining relic... unexpectedly."

"But of the high-quality Moon Shadow Stone, not even a trace has been found."

There were only two months left until the Ancient Demon Hall closed, time was running out.

"Forget it, if one more month passes without success, I will have to change my target to hunt ancient demons wholeheartedly, to obtain the ’Nirvana Blood’!"

Xu Ping’s gaze focused, making a decision in his heart.

The Nine Yang Divine Marrow had been obtained, if he could also secure the Nirvana Blood, this journey would count as perfection.

He subdued his thoughts, emitting a faint glow of Escape Light, intending to leave this thoroughly searched area.

Just then—

Boom!

A sound akin to the opening of heaven and earth exploded without warning from a distant place.

The intensity of the sound shook the entire secret realm’s space fiercely.

The ground beneath trembled violently like a sieve, and countless boulders rolled thunderously from the distant mountains.

"Hmm?!"

Xu Ping’s figure paused, brilliant light surged in his eyes, he sharply turned his head towards the direction of the gigantic sound.

Immediately, an overwhelming demonic might akin to a dormant volcano of ten thousand years, erupted, sweeping the heavens and earth.

In the distant sky, the original gray darkness was instantly engulfed by endless pitch-black demonic qi.

The demonic qi roared and rolled, forming a boundless terrifying demonic cloud that surged towards them with the momentum of overturning mountains and seas.

"What a terrifying demonic power!"

Xu Ping’s face instantly became incomparably serious.

This pressure was much stronger than far beyond mid-stage, definitely the Late-Stage Nascent Soul level of power.

Moreover... within this vast demonic qi, there was a faint sense of familiarity?

"Isn’t it said that the rules of the Ancient Demon Hall are limited, that Late-Stage Nascent Soul cannot enter? Could it be..."

The astonishing thought flashed in Xu Ping’s mind, "The ancient demon was the one that broke the rule’s threshold?!"

If true, it would save him a lot of searching.

But facing an ancient demon in its prime at the Late-Stage Nascent Soul... the danger level is imaginable.

Without any hesitation, Xu Ping immediately activated the "Thousand Illusion Concealing Pearl," his aura instantly melded with the surrounding environment, lying dormant quietly.

The speed of the demonic cloud was extremely fast, approaching in the blink of an eye.

Xu Ping finally saw the scene on the battlefield—

At the forefront of the swirling demonic cloud, several colored Nascent Soul cultivator Escape Lights were fleeing for their lives, all with pale faces, terrified beyond measure.

They continuously deployed powerful magical treasures and divine techniques behind them, hoping to hold back the demonic cloud, but those attacks were swallowed by the cloud like mud cows entering the sea, failing to cause even a ripple.

Within the demonic cloud, a blurred figure stood with hands behind his back, strolling leisurely.

He didn’t utilize earth-shattering magic, just casually waved his sleeve and flicked his fingers...

Each casual gesture drove the surrounding demonic qi into giant palms, finger winds, or chains, precisely capturing a fleeing Nascent Soul cultivator.

"No, senior spare us!"

"Ah!"

The screams abruptly ceased.

A mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator was crushed by the demonic giant hand, along with his panicking fleeing nascent soul, drawn into the depths of the demonic cloud, disappearing.

Next was the second, the third...

The efficiency of the slaughter was unnervingly high.