Translator: CinderTL
Zhou Siyi looked at the treasures arrayed before Song Wen but made no move to accept them.
"Junior Brother, the upper realm is bound to be fraught with danger. You should keep these treasures for your own protection."
Song Wen replied, "These items are of little use to me now. Senior Sister, please accept them."
Zhou Siyi hesitated for a moment before nodding and putting away the treasures.
Then, with a flip of her hand, seven silver talismans appeared in her palm.
"Junior Brother, I've finished crafting the Minor Teleportation Talismans. But so far, I've only made seven. Take them all."
A flicker of joy crossed Song Wen's eyes.
For him, the Minor Teleportation Talismans were far more valuable than the treasures he had offered.
"I only need five. Keep the remaining two for yourself, Senior Sister."
Zhou Siyi directly pressed all seven talismans into Song Wen's hand.
"Take them all, Junior Brother. I can always make more once I gather the materials."
Afterward, the two chatted casually about cultivation, alchemy, and the intricate relationships between the various sects in the Immortal Cultivation World.
Suddenly, Yu Wen's voice echoed from outside the cultivation cave.
She had brought Song Wen 3,600 high-grade spirit stones, nearly emptying the Asura Sect's treasury.
At this point, Song Wen had accumulated over 17,000 high-grade spirit stones—including those he had regularly obtained from the Wu Ji Sect over the years and those he had saved himself.
After sending Zhou Siyi and Yu Wen away, Song Wen had one final task to complete before his Ascension.
Dealing with Xu Geng!
Within his Sea of Consciousness, Song Wen's Soul Body suddenly materialized!
Xu Geng's heart plummeted. He realized that Song Wen's Soul Body had transformed into a Primordial Spirit.
When the rabbit dies, the hound is cooked.
Xu Geng understood Song Wen's intentions perfectly. However, clinging to a sliver of hope, he chose not to confront the truth directly.
"Ji Yin, congratulations on reaching the Divine Transformation Realm," Xu Geng said with a forced smile.
Song Wen stared at Xu Geng without responding immediately.
Driven by his fear of death, Xu Geng had been completely forthcoming with Song Wen, revealing everything he knew. Moreover, he possessed extensive knowledge of the Mystic Realm, making him potentially invaluable.
However, Xu Geng was someone else's second Primordial Spirit. Bringing him to the Mystic Realm during Ascension would undoubtedly alert his original master, posing a significant threat.
"Xu Geng, you've been a great help to me," Song Wen said. "As a reward, I'll grant you one wish before you die."
Xu Geng said, "Can't you spare me? You ascend to the upper realm to pursue immortality through Proving the Dao; I remain in the Lower Realm to live a carefree life. We can each follow our own destiny."
Song Wen shook his head. "You know too many of my secrets. Keeping you alive would give me no peace of mind."
"Hahaha..."
Xu Geng suddenly threw his head back and laughed uproariously, his laughter filled with bitterness and resentment.
"From the moment I was born, I knew that one day my true form would devour me. I refused to accept being born as a mere appendage, never a complete individual. I refused to let fate be dictated by others. That's why I schemed to remain in the Lower Realm. I endured tens of thousands of years of waiting in the Ten Thousand Beasts Hall, finally seizing Mi Hai's body. I thought I could live forever in this realm, but I never imagined I would ultimately fall at the hands of a mere Lower Realm cultivator like you. Hahaha..."
Watching the increasingly deranged Xu Geng, Song Wen decided not to waste any more time.
"Since you have no wish, then die."
As the words fell, a powerful suction force erupted from the black hole above.
Amidst his laughter, Xu Geng was consumed by the black hole.
Seven days later.
The sky was cloudless.
Yet above Corpse Demon Peak, the azure firmament suddenly turned pitch-black, as if shrouded by a thick, oppressive curtain. Not a single ray of light could penetrate this suffocating darkness.
The darkness was profound and silent, like the gaping maw of an ancient beast, poised to devour the heavens and earth.
Countless cultivators gazed up at the darkness in the sky, their hearts trembling with fear. They felt like ants staring up at the starry sky, insignificant and weak, unable to muster even a shred of courage to resist or flee.
Song Wen felt the powerful suction force from above and turned to Zhou Siyi beside him.
"Senior Sister, I must go now! Take care of yourself!"
Before his words had even faded, Song Wen's figure lifted off the ground, drifting toward the unknown darkness above.
"Junior Brother, be careful!" Zhou Siyi's voice trembled slightly, filled with deep reluctance. "You must become an immortal! You must achieve eternal life..."
Song Wen's altitude increased rapidly, his speed accelerating. Before the vast darkness, he seemed like a mere speck of dust.
Zhou Siyi's eyes were fixed on Song Wen's figure, growing smaller and smaller in the sky above. Tears finally spilled over, unable to be held back any longer.
With all her remaining strength, she screamed something at the top of her lungs.
But Song Wen could no longer hear anything.
The world around him had fallen into absolute silence.
In the next moment, his vision abruptly went black.
He felt himself being pulled into an endless void, surrounded by nothing—no objects, no light, no sound. Only an indescribable sense of oppression and stillness.
He couldn't even tell whether he was moving at high speed or standing still.
Simultaneously, Song Wen felt a powerful force surging from all directions, tearing at his flesh with savage intensity, as if it sought to rip him apart limb from limb.
He summoned the Mount Tai Ring and channeled his Spiritual Power to activate it.
Instantly, an azure shield enveloped his entire body, blocking the tearing force.
In this dark void, time had lost all meaning. Song Wen had no idea how long he had been adrift in this nothingness.
Then, a glimmer of light appeared ahead.
The light grew brighter, though it was unclear whether the light was approaching him or he was moving toward it.
Song Wen's face lit up with joy as he prepared to welcome the light's arrival, but suddenly he sensed something amiss.
The Mount Tai Ring was an artifact from the Lower Realm, brought down by Xu Geng. It shouldn't be revealed to outsiders lightly.
What if his Ascension took place on the Divine Blood Gate's territory? If someone saw the Mount Tai Ring, it could spell trouble.
Song Wen hastily put away the Mount Tai Ring and summoned a dark shield covered in scales—the Dark Scale Shield he hadn't used in ages.
The Dark Scale Shield spun rapidly around him, resisting the terrifying force emanating from the void.
However, the Dark Scale Shield's defense was far weaker than the Mount Tai Ring's. Song Wen still felt his body being torn apart by a powerful force.
Clenching his jaw, Song Wen endured the excruciating pain.
Fortunately, the beam of light soon reached him.
His vision blurred, and a cacophony of voices filled his ears.
"Eh! Someone's actually Ascending! Guards, bring the Ascended one here!"
(End of the Chapter)
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