Chapter 332 - 271: Eerie Abyss, Divine Soul Nourished on the Cold Ice Jade Bed

"Sect Leader Su, it’s good that you think this way. However, to prove your resolve in joining our Demon Dao, we need a demonstration,"

Jiang Yuyan continued.

She wasn’t about to save Su Changkong for nothing—he had to show some sincerity.

Otherwise, if it’s all just talk now, he could turn on them whenever he felt like it, and they’d be the fools.

"What do you want?"

Su Changkong asked.

"I have two options for Sect Leader Su: First, take our Celestial Demon Sect’s Heart-devouring Bone-breaking Pill; second, hand over Liuyun Immortal Sect’s Sect-Founding Divine Axe. You choose,"

Jiang Yuyan calculated.

No matter which he picked, they’d have Su Changkong under their thumb.

Pick the first, and Su Changkong’s life was theirs.

Pick the second, and his reputation was theirs.

If Su Changkong went back on his word and stopped cooperating, they could ruin him—make his name reviled for generations.

After all, a righteous cultivator colluding with the Demon Dao—that’s no small stain.

"You—"

Hearing this, Su Changkong was so furious he couldn’t speak for a moment.

Of course, he’d seen through Jiang Yuyan’s scheming, but right now, he had no better options.

If he wanted to live and someday avenge his ancestor, he had no choice but to agree.

With a wave of Su Changkong’s hand, a golden axe appeared in his palm.

This was Liuyun Immortal Sect’s treasured artifact: the Sect-Founding Divine Axe.

It symbolized the rise and fall of the entire Liuyun Immortal Sect.

And now, to see it fall into the hands of the Demon Dao was enough to mark Liuyun Immortal Sect’s decline.

"Sect Leader Su, impressive resolve. Let’s hope we work well together—once we’ve crushed Chang’sheng and taken the Southern Realm, I’ll return the Sect-Founding Divine Axe to you."

Jiang Yuyan waved her hand, putting the Sect-Founding Divine Axe away.

Then the Demon Dao cultivators departed, leaving Su Changkong soaked in blood.

"Chang’sheng, I owe it all to you! My flesh destroyed, my sect’s treasure lost—this grudge, I will repay!"

Su Changkong’s furious roar echoed through the cave.

...

Great Yu, Mu City.

Several years ago, a giant chasm split Mu City in two.

From the depths now and then issued waves of chilling spiritual energy, attracting cultivators to linger, hoping for an opportunity.

But today, this place had turned into a slaughterhouse.

Countless Demon Dao followers invaded, slaughtering every Righteous Dao cultivator, their blood painting the ground deep red.

As the Demon Dao crowd gazed down into the abyss, greed flared in their eyes.

"Brother Tianzhi, there seems to be a treasure at the bottom of the abyss!"

An Yin Yang Hall disciple, eyeing the rising wisps of spiritual energy below, looked greedy.

"Maybe there’s an underground spirit vein. Go down and check it out!"

Bu Tianzhi smiled slyly.

If there really was a massive underground spirit vein here, he’d reach the Nascent Soul Stage in no time.

Then he’d easily be Immortal Relic Land’s second prodigy.

The first was, of course, Chang’sheng—across all Immortal Relic Land, who could compare?

Chang’sheng was practically an anomaly.

At Bu Tianzhi’s command, a group of Demon Dao Yin Yang Hall disciples sped down toward the abyss.

Yet as they descended, the darkness deepened below.

This abyss seemed bottomless.

They dived down more than three hundred zhang before spotting a faint glimmer of light.

Beneath, lay a Cold Ice Jade Bed, upon which rested a beautiful woman.

Her eyes were shut tight, as if she were in great pain.

If Chang’sheng were here, he would instantly recognize the woman as Yan Zhen—the one who’d always cared for him.

All around the Cold Ice Jade Bed were piles of white bone, making the place look eerily sinister.

"Corpse Storage Land?"

The Demon Dao crowd was shocked.

They’d expected an enormous underground spirit vein, not just a corpse.

And the waves of spiritual energy were coming from beneath the corpse’s Cold Ice Jade Bed.

The bed itself looked extraordinary—carved from Extreme Ice Spirit Jade, no doubt.

That was even rarer than spirit stones.

"This chick looks pretty good, corpse’s in great shape. Be a waste not to have some fun!"

One Demon Dao disciple, eyeing the woman on the bed, immediately felt wicked intent.

"Man, your tastes are fucked up. If you like it, go ahead—but don’t mess up the real business!"

The others sneered. Most people wouldn’t go near a corpse like that.

"What do you know? Not playing around would be a waste of good goods!"

With that, the guy clambered onto the jade bed, ready to do his thing.

But as soon as his arm touched her, his body froze, as if bound by some invisible force.

In the next instant, all his lifetime cultivation surged out, flooding into the woman’s mouth and nose—absorbed by the corpse.

Soon, his flesh withered away, leaving only a pile of skeletal remains by the Cold Ice Jade Bed.

"Wh-what the hell just happened?"

The Demon Dao crowd was horrified.

No wonder there were so many bones here—looks like everyone who got ideas about the corpse and the jade bed ended up like this.

"Destroy the corpse and take the Cold Ice Jade Bed!"

One Demon Dao cultivator commanded.

At once, everyone unleashed their magical power, attacking the corpse with spells.

But it was useless—their magic couldn’t even touch her, all the attacks sucked away by the corpse before landing.

Next moment, the hands of those who had attacked twisted involuntarily—they couldn’t move an inch.

Crushed by a formless force, one by one, they were pulled toward the corpse at the bed’s center.

"Fuck—quick, run—!"

But by then, escape was impossible. The pressure was overwhelming; all they could do was watch as they drew closer to the corpse.

"Aaaaa—"

As soon as they were within three feet of her, their magical power and life force drained away, leaving them as white bones, their agonized cries echoing and dying out.

Soon, silence returned, save for the new piles of bones on the ground.

"Why aren’t they back yet?"

Above the abyss, Bu Tianzhi waited a long time, but no one returned to report.

So he decided he’d go down himself.

But when he reached the bottom, he froze in shock.

Cold Ice Jade Bed? Female corpse? White bones?

He’d seen this kind of horror before, in ancient books.

Without a word, he bolted in terror.

He knew far more than those disciples.

This kind of Cold Ice Jade Bed wasn’t used to nourish corpses—it was meant to nurture a divine soul.

Inside that female corpse, there was surely a terrifyingly powerful soul lurking.

That wasn’t something he dared provoke.

If the soul fused with its body and recovered, all of Immortal Relic Land would face a disaster.

He had to report this to Master Ding Changhai, right away.

Let them figure out just what the hell was going on here.