Chapter 135: A Bountiful Harvest

The corpse of the Nether Poison Emperor was formidable by nature, and under the control of the Great Sage of Heavenly Demons, it became even more overwhelmingly powerful.

Boom!

The poisonous claws were raised, and a violent surge of sinister, deadly miasma erupted. Like a hawk descending, it clawed directly at Jun Wushuang. Had this strike landed, even Jun Wushuang’s Life-and-Death Demon Armor would not have been able to withstand it.

"Form, arise!"

Perched upon the bronze throne, Jun Wushuang’s expression remained calm, devoid of the slightest fear. With a single thought, he activated the Nether Corpse-Nurturing Formation. The formation’s patterns intertwined, and a tempest of toxic energy crashed down upon the body of the Nether Poison Emperor.

Instantly, the corpse of the Nether Poison Emperor froze in place, unable to move. This Nether Corpse-Nurturing Formation was originally intended to nourish corpses, but in Jun Wushuang’s hands, it had become the perfect tool to suppress the Nether Poison Emperor. Without this ace up his sleeve, Jun Wushuang would never have dared to force the Great Sage of Heavenly Demons out into the open.

"Junior, who exactly are you?"

The Great Sage of Heavenly Demons stared fixedly at Jun Wushuang. He could not imagine how all his meticulous schemes had been seen through, nor how the Nether Corpse-Nurturing Formation he had left behind had slipped from his control. The man in the black robe before him was clearly no ordinary person.

"Who I am is unimportant. What matters is that this spirit imprint of yours is no longer yours to keep," Jun Wushuang said coolly.

Hum!

The black-and-white grindstone was set in motion, descending directly onto the top of the Nether Poison Emperor’s head. This grindstone was not only a top-tier Dao artifact but also a specialized spiritual treasure capable of grinding away spiritual power. Although the Great Sage of Heavenly Demons was powerful, what remained within the corpse was merely a spirit imprint. The black-and-white grindstone exerted immense suppressive force.

Whoosh!

Simultaneously, a massive surge of spiritual power erupted from Jun Wushuang’s body, plunging without hesitation into the center of the Nether Poison Emperor’s brow.

A moment later, Jun Wushuang’s spirit form appeared within the Nether Poison Emperor’s sea of consciousness. Standing before him was a figure radiating purple light—the spirit imprint of the Great Sage of Heavenly Demons.

"Junior, there is a path to heaven, but you choose not to take it; there is no gate to hell, yet you break your way in. Since you are so eager to court death by coming here, I shall destroy your spirit form, turn you into an idiot, and then use your blood to nourish my poison corpse!"

The Great Sage of Heavenly Demons had not expected Jun Wushuang to dare enter his sea of consciousness. Was this not walking straight into his own grave?

Swish!

Without hesitation, the Great Sage of Heavenly Demons lunged at Jun Wushuang. Although this was only a spirit imprint, the Great Sage was a powerhouse at the Saint realm; a single wisp of his spiritual power was enough to annihilate a Heavenly King.

"Black-and-White Grindstone!"

Jun Wushuang shifted his focus. Suddenly, an ethereal black-and-white grindstone appeared within the sea of consciousness. It blotted out the sky, immense and oppressive as the firmament itself. Carrying an irresistible, terrifying force, it bore down directly upon the Great Sage of Heavenly Demons.

Despite the strength of the spirit imprint, it was no match for the grindstone. Soon, the imprint was dragged into the mill and gradually ground away.

"Junior! You dare to ruin my plans? I swear, no matter where you hide, I will tear you into a thousand pieces!"

The Great Sage of Heavenly Demons struggled with all his might, but he could not escape the pulverizing force. Finally, with a shrill, furious roar, he was completely eradicated.

"Devouring Demon Art!"

Jun Wushuang remained calm. Once the spirit imprint was destroyed, he unleashed the Devouring Demon Art to consume and refine the spiritual power. The Great Sage of Heavenly Demons was indeed a powerhouse of the Saint realm. Even just a spirit imprint contained vast spiritual energy. After refining it, the number of spiritual demon patterns in Jun Wushuang’s sea of consciousness grew to twelve—three more than before. This powerful boost to his spiritual strength further elevated his overall capability.

Swish!

As his spiritual power returned to his body, Jun Wushuang opened his eyes. The hidden danger of the Nether Poison Emperor had been completely eliminated.

"Although I didn’t get the Ten Thousand Poison Demon Pearl this time, the harvest is even greater. Not only did I gain the Storm Saint Body of Mo Fenglie, but I also secured the poison corpse of the Nether Poison Emperor! Coupled with the grave injury I inflicted on Jiang Rulong and the deaths of Dongfang Ming and Nangong Xiong, I have essentially avenged half of my grievances."

Jun Wushuang’s eyes glowed with intensity. In this tomb expedition, both the Great Qian Dynasty and the Black Demon Sect had suffered heavy losses. Only Jun Wushuang had reaped a massive fortune. He had not only killed many of his enemies but also broken through to the sixth level of the Heavenly Human realm. With the corpses of Mo Fenglie and the Nether Poison Emperor now in his possession, his future progress was assured.

"This is no place to linger. Time to leave!"

With everything finished, Jun Wushuang stored the Nether Poison Emperor and the bronze throne into his Bronze Demon Ring and departed from the underground. The Great Qian Dynasty and the Black Demon Sect would certainly send others to excavate the site after suffering such a blow. Jun Wushuang did not want to reveal his identity, so leaving early was the best course of action.

Soon, Jun Wushuang followed an underground river out of the tomb, moved far away from Jiangning City, and found a remote, hidden spot.

"Once I consume Mo Fenglie’s Storm Saint Body, my Devouring Demon Body will reach the Great Completion stage! As for the Nether Poison Emperor’s corpse, I intend to refine it into a demon puppet!"

Jun Wushuang already had a plan for his spoils. Without delay, he took out Mo Fenglie’s body and began to consume and refine it. After this cultivation session, he would undoubtedly become even more formidable.

...

Far from the Great Qian Dynasty, there lay a swamp perpetually shrouded in toxic miasma. It was a notorious, perilous land where no living creature dared to tread. Deep within this swamp stood a palace made of white bone—the abode of the Great Sage of Heavenly Demons.

"Who is it? Who dares to ruin my plans!"

An angry roar erupted from the bone palace, shaking the earth and causing the entire swamp to churn violently. Inside the palace, the Great Sage of Heavenly Demons, clad in purple robes, wore a savage expression, his hair standing on end in rage. He had sensed that the spirit imprint he left within the poison corpse had vanished. This meant his imprint had been shattered, and he had permanently lost that poison corpse.

It had been three hundred years of planning, three hundred years of effort, and three hundred years of anticipation. To have it all vanish just like that—how could he not be furious?

"Yu Sha Wang, Mo Fenglie, you two pieces of trash! You couldn't even protect a single poison corpse! Useless, useless, all of you are useless!"

"And that man in the black robe—no matter who you are, I will tear you into a thousand pieces and ensure you never have a chance at reincarnation!"

The Great Sage of Heavenly Demons roared repeatedly, then reached out and grabbed a Ten-Thousand-Mile Transmission Talisman. He activated it, sending an order to Yu Sha Wang, who was far away in the Great Qian Dynasty:

"Find that black-robed man at all costs. Kill him and reclaim the poison corpse. If you fail, you shall serve as my new poison corpse!"

Whoosh!

The talisman transformed into a sound wave that pierced the heavens, traveling ten thousand miles to deliver the message directly to Yu Sha Wang. In an instant, Yu Sha Wang’s face turned deathly pale. He knew that if Jun Wushuang did not die, he would be the one to pay the price.