Chapter 514 - 380: Thousand Netherworld Blades Slash, Survival Against All Odds (Part 2)

The closer he got to the cliff, Lin Chang’sheng felt his body growing even more exhausted.

It seemed like just lifting a leg had become a struggle.

And there, right at the edge of the cliff, were plenty of humanoid stone statues.

These stone sculptures appeared to have stood here for years, many of them covered with wild weeds.

"A force field?"

Lin Chang’sheng couldn’t help but wonder to himself—could this cliff be the very heart of the Ling Jiu Mountain Range?

He’d considered simply flying across the chasm, but now it seemed basically impossible.

He’d run this far and was now at a true dead end.

Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh—

The very next moment, Shen Chi and his group landed not far in front of Lin Chang’sheng and the others, fierce looks on their faces.

Though Shen Chi and company had broken through the grand array Lin Chang’sheng laid down, they were a complete mess themselves.

The hems of their robes had been blasted black and charred in several places by Fiery Flame and Divine Thunder.

Even their hair and faces looked totally bedraggled.

"Kid, your talent for cultivation really is remarkable. If you’re allowed to train for another thousand years, you’ll be a great enemy for my Celestial Nether Sword Sect. Today, you die!"

Shen Chi shouted viciously, ready to send Lin Chang’sheng on his way.

"Hold on!"

Right as Shen Chi was about to attack, Lin Chang’sheng suddenly shouted.

"What now? Begging for mercy?"

Shen Chi stared at Lin Chang’sheng—in the absence of the grand array, what tricks could this brat possibly pull now?

Confronted with these powerful enemies, Lin Chang’sheng himself now felt helpless.

He could only hope Sword Elder and Xiaobai might come up with something clever.

But after he asked, those two just pretended not to hear him, which made Lin Chang’sheng furious.

Damn it, it’s like having two freeloaders around, only good for eating and drinking, and when it’s crunch time, they play dumb.

Still, Lin Chang’sheng noticed that beneath the cliff seemed to lurk some kind of potent living creature, and it was rushing their way.

"Do you actually know why the Celestial Nether Sword Sect wants to kill me? Is it just because I have the Heaven-Reaching Immortal Treasure?"

Lin Chang’sheng asked coolly and calmly.

This made Shen Chi hesitate—"Isn’t it?"

"I’ll tell you straight! I am actually your Elder Situ reborn through body-stealing. The Sect Leader is worried that after I return, my cultivation will surpass his, threatening his position, so he had you eliminate me while I’m still weak! Otherwise, how do you think I got the Heaven-Reaching Immortal Treasure?"

Lin Chang’sheng continued to spin his tale.

If Gu Shan were here right now and heard this, he’d probably cough up blood in anger.

When he met them, he said he’d been reborn as the Void Immortal King. Now, when the Celestial Nether Sword Sect’s after him, he claims he’s Elder Situ Wu reborn.

No one knows which word from this kid’s mouth is the truth.

Right now, Hou Shaojie and the rest looked totally confused. Could Lin Chang’sheng truly be a mighty expert who’d come back from the dead?

If that’s the case, then his words sort of make sense.

After all, Lin Chang’sheng’s cultivation speed has been absolutely defying all reason.

Even the prodigies of the Immortal Realm are no match for him.

Does this look like someone who’d be from the Abandoned Land?

"Elder Situ?"

Upon hearing that, several Integration Stage experts nearby started to waver.

Situ Wu once held serious status in their Celestial Nether Sword Sect—even the stewards and elders with higher rank all knew his name.

No wonder this kid’s cultivation is so damn fierce—if he’s Elder Situ reborn, it fits.

But it’s easy to trick the ordinary folks; Shen Chi isn’t so easily fooled.

"If you claim to be Elder Situ, then surely you know the Celestial Nether Sword Technique? Show me—you pull that off, I’ll believe you!"

Shen Chi said slyly.

He didn’t believe Lin Chang’sheng was Situ Wu for a second.

He just wanted to confirm Lin Chang’sheng’s true identity before the kid died.

Plus, even if Lin Chang’sheng was really Situ Wu, Shen Chi had to kill him—orders from above. Fail, and he’d be the one getting wiped out next.

"Then watch closely!"

Lin Chang’sheng summoned the Exorcist and started swinging it around.

But after just a look, Shen Chi saw this was absolutely not the Celestial Nether Sword Technique.

"Trying to mess with me, huh?"

Shen Chi barked in anger, ready to strike Lin Chang’sheng down.

Crack—crack—crack—

But just as Shen Chi was about to make his move, a sound of crumbling rock echoed behind him.

There, behind Shen Chi’s group, a gigantic Three-headed Python reared up, its tongues thick as arms continually flicking from its mouths.

This Demon Snake was massive—its body was thick enough that you’d need three people to reach around it, and its Qilin Armor was like metal forged from Profound Celestial Meteorite—gleaming with a metallic shine.

Even stranger, the three heads had three different colors.

One, fiery red. One, deep icy blue. One, a dull, stony gray.

ROAR—

HAA—

The second it appeared, the Three-headed Demon Snake spat flames from one mouth and ice from another, instantly incinerating two Integration Cultivators right in front of it.

No one could tell what kind of flame the snake wielded, but it was overwhelmingly fierce.

If it touched an Integration Cultivator, they were reduced to ashes.

Those frozen by the chill were swept aside by its tail, smashed to bits and left as shattered ice.

"That’s...the Three-headed Ice and Fire Python?"

Shen Chi was shocked to see it.

This Three-headed Ice and Fire Python wasn’t something his cultivation could hope to handle.

Even Mahayana Cultivators would turn and run; only Tribulation Crossing Stage experts stood a chance in a fight.

Some Integration Cultivators who’d never seen it before tried attacking it on instinct.

Blade Aura, Sword Qi, Palm Seals—everything rained down on the Three-headed Fiery Python.

Boom—boom—boom—

A barrage of deafening blasts followed, but none made the slightest real impact on the Three-headed Ice and Fire Python.

Two more cultivators locked eyes with its third head, and in an instant were petrified, turned into silent stone statues.

Lin Chang’sheng finally understood how there could be so many stone sculptures here.

Turns out they weren’t crafted—they were Integration Cultivators petrified by the third head of the Three-headed Ice and Fire Python.

"One look and you get turned to stone? That’s broken as hell!"

Lin Chang’sheng swallowed—he’d rather get the hell out while he could.

This python could kill Integration Stage experts as easily as eating or drinking; sticking around was as good as suicide.

"Let’s go!"

Seeing chaos all around, Lin Chang’sheng planned to use the confusion to escape.

"Hold up—a Spirit Beast this powerful must mean there’s a tremendous opportunity under the cliff!"

Right as Lin Chang’sheng was about to flee, Sword Elder’s voice floated to him.

At that, Lin Chang’sheng was stunned.

This Spirit Beast could obliterate Integration Cultivators in seconds, and Sword Elder wanted him to hang around looking for opportunities?

If the Three-headed Ice and Fire Python spotted him, he’d be dead for sure.

"You old coot—this is a joke, right?"

Lin Chang’sheng snapped, remembering how Sword Elder pretended to be dead just moments ago.

Now he was telling Lin Chang’sheng to stay, probably hoping to get him killed.

If his guess was right, this Spirit Beast was close to becoming an Immortal Beast. How could he possibly snatch treasure right under its nose?

"You have to risk it for the riches—what are you scared of?"

Sword Elder’s voice sounded again.

With Sword Elder’s insight, a Demon Beast this formidable guarding the place meant there was bound to be treasure below the cliff.

Maybe it was the resting place of a fallen expert.

If he found it, it’d be a massive boon for Lin Chang’sheng—and even for Sword Elder.

Your fortune’s in danger; leave now and you might miss the opportunity entirely.

Heartened by Sword Elder’s words, Lin Chang’sheng decided to wait and watch instead of leaving.

Maybe, just maybe, a chance would pop up.

He quickly told Hou Shaojie, Wang Huisheng, and the others to bail, while he stayed behind alone.

The Three-headed Ice and Fire Python seemed to know the Celestial Nether Sword Sect people had higher cultivation and didn’t bother with Lin Chang’sheng and friends—instead, it launched savage attacks on Shen Chi and his sect members.

In no time at all, over half of the dozen-plus Celestial Nether Sword Sect Integration Stage experts were killed by the Three-headed Ice and Fire Python, leaving just five survivors.

"Go!"

Shen Chi uttered, not even looking for Lin Chang’sheng’s trail, and bolted.

The Spirit Beast was simply too powerful—they had no way to handle it.

With their leader gone, none of the remaining Early Stage Integration Cultivators could withstand the python.

They kept getting slaughtered.

In the end, only Shen Chi managed to escape the carnage.

Hiss—

The Three-headed Ice and Fire Python opened its gaping maw and inhaled, swallowing all the Primordial Power from the fallen cultivators straight into its body.

The sight left Lin Chang’sheng utterly shocked.

He’d heard of cultivators absorbing Demon Beast inner cores to boost cultivation, but this was the first