Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension
Chapter 807 - 473: Decades Later

Chapter 807: Chapter 473: Decades Later

The scorching sun blazed, in the depths of the Southern Border’s Endless Mang Forest, the trees loomed ominously, ancient trees with trunks ten people could barely wrap their arms around were visible everywhere, and dark green vines coiled around the trees climbing everywhere, stretching among numerous ancient trees like fat, wandering monstrous pythons, from which occasionally dripped green sap.

Most areas of the Endless Mang Forest are unknown lands where no one has ventured since ancient times. Over billions of years, fallen leaves have continuously accumulated and decayed on the ground, forming an unknown thickness of humus layer, and countless dazzling miasmas rise from the ground, forming colorful and highly toxic miasma clouds as time accumulates in the depths of the jungle.

However, the miasma clouds never disperse, and the laws of the perpetually humid and hot primitive jungle have turned it into the last undeveloped treasure land in the Tianzhu Realm, a paradise for demon beasts and insects, and a playground for members of the Beast Taming Sect.

This day, in the depths of the dense forest, a decaying and foul-smelling slope, two pairs of footprints extended from the top of the slope to its bottom.

The moisture in the soft, rotting soil was nearly saturated, and stepping on it with one foot would make a squelching sound, spurting out a large amount of sticky green stinking mud, leaving a deep footprint.

Brutally tearing aside the obstructive vines, Ouyang Yanran pulled her right foot out of the pit with a disgusted expression, flinging the muck away from her foot before complaining bitterly to her senior Ouyang Boxian, "Master Uncle, how much longer do we have to keep walking! Since we haven’t found the Blood Poison Demon Conch in three months, we should return to the sect! This place stinks to death."

Ouyang Boxian was a middle-aged man with a plain appearance and dark skin.

Both he and Ouyang Yanran came from the Ouyang family and had joined the Beast Taming Sect.

However, one was a Foundation Establishment Deacon of Gu God Peak, and the other was a highly welcomed female disciple among their peers.

"Yanran, our sect’s Golden Silkworm Ancestor rarely offers a bounty. If we can capture a Blood Poison Demon Conch and complete the quest, you can rid yourself of Zhao Jie’s pestering, and successfully enter the Ancestor’s domain. Then our Ouyang family will have a powerful backing, so just bear with it for now!"

"Fine, I’ll bear with it!" Ouyang Yanran bit her attractive lips, showing a sprinkle of a hopeful smile on her face.

After saying that, she activated her spiritual power, repeatedly forming seals with her hands, with a flash of blue light, which granted herself a Plague Avoidance Barrier.

Seeing this, Ouyang Boxian hesitated to speak, but watching his niece forcibly endure, he swallowed his exhortations.

The Blood Poison Demon Conch is highly sensitive to spiritual power fluctuations, his niece’s barrier might inadvertently disturb the demon conch, possibly rendering their near half-month search a failure.

Ouyang Boxian secretly sighed, extending his right hand, flicking rounds of colorful powder around, which upon contact with surrounding miasma instantly turned into dense, colorful fog, concealing the figures advancing.

Half a day later, the dense forest was dim as night, and the two had reached the edge of a jungle swamp.

Countless peculiar insects formed clusters of insect clouds, flying back and forth above the dark green water surface, producing a noisy and piercing intensive buzzing.

It was then a crimson streak of light darted across the water, sometimes landing on the massive dark blue beast ridges protruding from the water, sometimes diving into the insect cloud, fighting fiercely with numerous strange insects.

Upon seeing the crimson streak, Ouyang Boxian was overjoyed and hastily pulled his niece into hiding behind ancient trees on the shore, spying on the swamp’s movements.

Ouyang Yanran saw her uncle’s grave demeanor for the first time, her heart began to pound erratically. She looked at the crimson streak on the water, with an intense longing in her eyes.

"Uncle—"

Before she finished speaking, Ouyang Boxian turned sharply, his gaze intense, glaring at his niece, the warning could not be more evident.

Ouyang Yanran’s body trembled, immediately frightened into silence.

At this moment, Ouyang Boxian retrieved a bunch of bottles and jars from his chest, starting to work busily behind the tree.

A moment later, the ground had a complex and colorful medicinal circle, five black gu banners mounted around the circle.

"Yanran, stick to the plan!" Ouyang Boxian put away the bottles and jars, conveying his message to his niece.

Hearing it, Ouyang Yanran hesitated a bit, but under her uncle’s silent urging eyes, she stepped into the center of the medicinal circle, slowly rolled up her long sleeves, revealing her alabaster arms.

Her fingertip gently grazed her wrist, a wisp of crimson blood immediately flowed from the wound, dripping onto the ground after.

With the scent of spiritually infused blood spreading, the Blood Poison Demon Conch battling above the swamp paused abruptly.

In the next instant, a crimson streak of light pierced through the insect cloud, rapidly darting towards a banyan tree behind the edge of the swamp.

Buzz!

In a flash of red light, a strange insect splotched with dark red patterns and four wings on its back landed starkly on the bleeding wound.

The Blood Poison Demon Conch’s appearance closely resembles a Blood-sucking Mosquito, but its mouth isn’t a needle, rather a ring of nails, looking slender and sharp.

Seeing the demon conch landing on her wrist, Ouyang Yanran was terrified, her face turned pale, screaming.

Ah ah!

At this moment, the five gu banners moved without wind, a ghostly light lifted, trapping both person and insect within the circle.

Whoosh!

In its fright, instead of fleeing, the Blood Poison Demon Conch burrowed into the wound, suddenly swelling into a small bump on the arm.

The bump manifested for merely one breath, then sank, the skin turning smooth once again.

But in the next moment, Ouyang Yanran’s face, neck, and arms suddenly emerged with a dense array of blood vessels, swiftly turning from blue to dark red, throbbing as blood rapidly surged towards her heart.