Azure Heaven Saber
Chapter 1254 - 1254 77 Wind Poison Sudden Onset_2

Chapter 1254: Chapter 77: Wind Poison, Sudden Onset_2 Chapter 1254: Chapter 77: Wind Poison, Sudden Onset_2 “From now on, I’ll be called Wind Poison!”

The little snake was extremely satisfied, “Who makes me poisonous! Not only am I the sovereign of all poisons, but I also repel all poisons. I am Wind Poison, I am Little Poison!”

…

By then, Feng Yin had resolved the little snake’s naming issue.

In this matter, he was truly satisfied with himself and increasingly certain of his genius in naming.

With the complete comprehension of the third style of Sky Opening Nine Styles, ‘A Blade Across the Sky’, Feng Ying felt he could finally relax.

His entire being was at ease.

Moreover, through successive real combats, his understanding of this move deepened profoundly, and Feng Yin felt his mindset changing—a change not brought about by the demands of the technique but from growing self-confidence.

It was that robust confidence of ‘the grandeur of high spirits’, not a blind confidence in his own strength leading to recklessness!

It was a kind of composure that comes when, faced with approaching enemies, everyone else is still watching, not acting rashly, and I too did not volunteer rashly or refuse responsibility, nor did I rush into action. Instead, I simply stood up calmly and walked out leisurely.

“The wine is poured; I shall return shortly.”

Yes, it felt something like that.

It was as if a habit of looking at people askance was forming.

Feng Yin himself found it strange—this… this felt like the moment when Lord Guan warmed wine to execute Hua Xiong, didn’t it?

This doesn’t feel quite right.

No, this feeling must be snuffed out!

Feng Yin learned, mastered, and gradually adjusted and controlled his own mindset, keeping it from becoming extreme.

Then, as usual, either transformed or went to the lake to burn away evil thoughts with True Spirit Flame.

The endurance of Feng Yin’s True Spirit Flame in burning evil thoughts far surpassed that of people like Qing Ming—the high recovery rate of spiritual energy from the Spiritual Transformation Technique was a blessing, allowing him to maintain the protective output of True Spirit Flame for extended periods without major area burns.

Moreover, its power was even more domineering.

But those were the miraculous effects of the Spiritual Transformation Technique, envied and unreplicable by others.

Moreover, disciples from various major sects also gradually began to attempt to enter the lake. Within a distance of about a thousand or two thousand miles from the lake center, they captured and slain evil thoughts, never venturing deep.

As long as one entered the lake and successfully eradicated evil thoughts, their strength would invariably experience slight growth. This was genuine.

At this time, almost all the human elites from the entire Anping Continent were gathered, collectively strategizing and cooperating to eliminate the evil thoughts.

But the evil thoughts were still too numerous, truly a torrent daily.

Even with such a force, they were innumerable and indestructible; worrying about not getting a share was indeed overthinking.

In fact, the master of the Abyss had been luring human cultivators, hoping to capture a human to inhabit, but Qing Ming and the other leaders had strict orders forbidding anyone to venture deep.

Even those caught up in the thrill of battle, if they just stepped beyond the set distance, would be immediately pulled back!

So far, no one had crossed that boundary limit.

The master of the Abyss’s power and reach, for some unknown reason, seemed confined to the lake center, incapable of expansion. When Qing Ming and other seniors went to investigate the situation, they could occasionally hear continuous roars and the surging of white mist.

Three days later, Qing Ming and the others suddenly stopped hearing the roars of the master of the Abyss, while the dense fog from the lake seemed ever more intense.

“This is… the master of the Abyss struggling desperately.”

Everyone was aware of this.

An anomaly was a sign of demons.

All traps were laid aside, likely indicating some other scheme.

Although everyone did not understand what exactly this demon wanted, maintaining cautious and not rushing were still the necessary responses.

…

Lake center.

Today it was Dong Pingtian’s turn to be on watch, accompanied by Wan Li, the Elder of Absolute Sword Devil Palace, who would rotate in later.

Both were fully vigilant, attentive to every slight change in their surroundings.

Old Jianghu became so because of their caution.

And these two were, at least within the Anping Continent, hardly likely to find any older veterans than themselves.

“It seems that the misleading soul sound hasn’t come down here today.”

“Yes, but that thing is no longer the focus; people nearby now have the foundation to counter it. I’m more concerned with this formation…”

“Indeed, this formation has created too many cracks and keeps emitting white mist in a rotating manner. We’re simply too passive just suppressing the main formation’s focal point.”

“There’s nothing we can do about it. I wish we could suppress more, but so far we can’t find any; I estimate this formation’s intricacy surpasses any known formation on Anping Continent. Even if we found it, it would be futile…”

“Let’s not talk about these frustrating matters now… Hey, Elder Dong, what do you think that thing, the master of the Abyss, looks like?” asked Wan Li.

“I’d rather not know for the rest of my life,” Dong Pingtian said indifferently.

“That makes sense,” Wan Li nodded.

“The deep Abyss charm the day before yesterday almost fooled me.”

Dong Pingtian’s expression turned cold: “It took the form of my deceased wife, claiming she was suffering in the Abyss after death, asking me to save her… Whether it’s her personality, demeanor, voice, face, or figure… it was all exactly like my late wife, perfectly mimic without any flaws.”