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"Naturally, I obtained it from Xuan Qu," Song Wen said, conjuring a Thunder Spear several dozen feet long that shot straight toward Ying Deng.
Caught off guard, Ying Deng hastily summoned a protective shield to defend himself.
The shield blocked the Thunder Spear, but Ying Deng's face showed no relief, only a flicker of panic.
Behind the Thunder Spear, nine transparent blades hurtled forward, piercing through the shield as if it were nothing.
"Divine sense attack!" Ying Deng's expression froze as he frantically pulled out a palm-sized jade token, but it was too late.
The interference from the Thunder Spear and the surrounding gale, combined with his desperate flight, had prevented him from detecting the Focused Spirit Stabs in time.
The shield was less than half a foot behind him, yet the nine Focused Spirit Stabs had already pierced through it. By the time he thought to activate his Divine Soul Defense Spirit Treasure, it was far too late.
The transparent blades plunged directly into the back of his head.
"Ah..."
His divine soul was struck, and a searing pain surged through him like a tidal wave. Ying Deng let out a bloodcurdling scream.
His mana shield shattered instantly.
The gale, sharp as knives, howled in, tearing through his robes and stripping away shreds of flesh.
In the blink of an eye, Ying Deng was a bloody mess, with patches of bone visible through the mangled flesh.
At the critical moment between life and death, Ying Deng regained a sliver of consciousness. Enduring the agonizing pain in his divine soul, he channeled his spiritual power to conjure a mana shield, preventing himself from being completely devoured by the gale and suffering the fate of soul scattering and spirit vanishing.
However, a crimson blood sea suddenly surged forth, engulfing him entirely.
Ying Deng found himself trapped in a blood-red abyss, his divine sense and five senses completely sealed off. He could perceive nothing beyond the ceaselessly churning blood sea that surrounded him.
As the blood sea roiled, an invisible giant hand seemed to be squeezing him relentlessly, crushing the mana shield he had just formed.
Then, the blood sea rapidly converged from all directions, binding him tightly.
Icy, viscous blood seeped into his mouth, nose, ears, and every pore, infiltrating every part of his body.
He soon realized that his head, chest, limbs, and meridians had all been invaded by the blood. The spiritual power in his dantian and the divine soul in his Sea of Consciousness were completely sealed, leaving him utterly immobile.
Song Wen dragged a ten-zhang-tall blood cocoon, rapidly descending from the gale-swept heights to a ravine on the ground.
The top of the blood cocoon contracted, revealing Ying Deng's bloodied and mangled head.
"Tell me the method you used to search for the Pure Origin Heavenly Dew, and I'll grant you a swift death," Song Wen said.
Hearing these words, Ying Deng felt a familiar yet bitterly ironic sting.
Just moments ago, he had threatened Song Wen with similar words.
With his flesh completely melted away, only Ying Deng's skeletal jaw remained. As his upper and lower jaws clacked open and shut, he rasped, "I am a direct descendant of the Profound Sky Sect. I bear the divine sense imprint of Supreme Elder Jiyue. If you dare kill me, the Profound Sky Sect will never forgive you."
"I've already killed Xuan Qu," Song Wen said mockingly. "Why would I hesitate to kill a mere Void Refinement Stage cultivator like you?"
Ying Deng's eyes widened slightly, disbelief flooding his gaze.
"That's impossible! Elder Xuan Qu was at the Body Integration Stage. How could you possibly have killed him?"
Song Wen slowly raised his right hand, a crimson spike extending from his fingertip. The spike pierced directly through Ying Deng's facial bone.
As the crimson spike retracted, it left a finger-sized cave in Ying Deng's face.
"I don't have time to waste arguing with you. Answer my questions truthfully, or I'll let you experience the Divine Blood Gate's methods of torture."
Seeing the crimson spike retract only to extend again, Ying Deng seemed to finally grasp the gravity of his situation. He spoke.
"There are two drops of Pure Origin Heavenly Dew in my storage ring, but I didn't obtain them from the Nine Heavens Gang Qi. I found them in an indigenous village."
"Natives?" A flicker of surprise crossed Song Wen's face. "There are humans in the Turbid Spirit Realm? Where is their village located?"
Ying Deng replied, "About a million li south, in a mountain valley surrounded by towering peaks."
Song Wen's expression remained impassive as he scrutinized Ying Deng.
He hadn't killed Ying Deng because he suspected the man had cultivated some secret art that allowed him to find the Pure Origin Heavenly Dew. If Ying Deng died, Song Wen would lose his only lead to more of the precious dew.
Yet Ying Deng claimed to have obtained the dew from natives. If this were true, Ying Deng's usefulness would be exhausted.
But Ying Deng's words couldn't be taken at face value.
The very existence of these natives remained unconfirmed.
The mountain valley a million li away might be a trap, a deliberate attempt by Ying Deng to lure him away. Perhaps even cultivators from the Profound Sky Sect at the Body Integration Stage lay in wait within that valley.
Song Wen also considered another possibility: the valley and the natives might be real, but the million-li journey to reach them could be patrolled by Profound Sky Sect cultivators. If he headed straight for the valley, he might run right into them.
After a moment's contemplation, Song Wen, still dragging the bloody cocoon, soared into the air and vanished once more into the howling Nine Heavens Gang Qi, hurtling southward.
The Nine Heavens Gang Qi disrupted Song Wen's divine sense perception, naturally preventing outsiders from spying on him.
After flying nearly a million miles, Song Wen descended to an altitude of two thousand miles above the ground.
Here, the gale was much weaker, allowing the shadow void to perceive the terrain below.
After repeatedly confirming the direction with Ying Deng, Song Wen located the mountain valley Ying Deng had described with minimal effort.
Though called a mountain valley, it resembled a small basin more closely.
The valley stretched for two to three hundred miles, its terrain flat and featureless. At its center lay a lake several dozen miles wide, making it an ideal habitat for human civilization.
However, in the western corner of the valley, a scene resembling a living hell unfolded.
Amidst shattered walls and crumbling ruins, mangled flesh lay scattered across the ground, corpses strewn everywhere. Men, women, and children—none had been spared. Not a single living soul remained.
"Did you kill all these people?" Song Wen asked.
"Yes," Ying Deng replied.
"Then did you ask these natives where the Pure Origin Heavenly Dew came from?" Song Wen pressed.
"We couldn't communicate," Ying Deng explained. "Their language was incomprehensible. Based on their gestures, I can only guess that the Pure Origin Heavenly Dew fell from the sky, and they found it and treasured it."
"The Pure Origin Heavenly Dew fell from the sky?" Song Wen asked, surprised.
"Under normal circumstances," Ying Deng explained, "Pure Origin Heavenly Dew should indeed drift through the nine heavens on the gales. However, these gales are chaotic, and often two opposing currents collide violently at high altitudes, creating turbulent winds. If Pure Origin Heavenly Dew happens to be caught in such a collision, it may fall to the ground. Once the dew touches the earth, it becomes contaminated and gradually dissipates. Therefore, to obtain fallen Pure Origin Heavenly Dew, one must collect it before it reaches the ground. The natives here may not practice cultivation, but their physical bodies are exceptionally strong. The strongest among them rival nascent soul cultivators in power. Pure Origin Heavenly Dew glows with vibrant light, making it easily noticeable at night. Once a strong native discovers it, claiming it is no difficult task."
Ying Deng then recounted how he had discovered this village and obtained the two drops of Pure Origin Heavenly Dew.
After listening, Song Wen largely believed Ying Deng's account.
However, neither of them paid much attention to the hundreds of thousands of corpses in the mountain valley below.
Song Wen didn't ask why Ying Deng had slaughtered the natives.
Ying Deng, for his part, felt no remorse for killing them.
(End of the Chapter)
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