Immortal Venerable of the Beast Race
Chapter 441 - 349 Realm of the Spiritual Pivot, Big Dipper Pavilion_1

Chapter 441: 349 Realm of the Spiritual Pivot, Big Dipper Pavilion_1

"You have already recognized my identity, so why ask who I am?"

The Golden Crow True Monarch mocked, as a vast amount of demonic qi billowed from his body. These billows of demonic qi transformed into thick, black tendrils and swatted toward Zhuo Shan and the others.

Zhuo Shan pinched a spell between his fingers, and a blinding black light shone from his chest, revealing a massive shadow of a black crow.

The shadow of the black crow opened its beak and spewed out a large swath of black flames to meet the attack.

The other three Nascent Soul Cultivators each made their moves, attacking the Golden Crow True Monarch.

Thunderous booms erupted, with various kinds of spiritual light shining in the sky and rolling waves of energy.

Zhuo Shan summoned a yellow, three-pointed double-edged blade and slashed through the void at the Golden Crow True Monarch, unleashing a vast swath of yellow blade light that swept toward him.

The Golden Crow True Monarch’s body glimmered with a black light that turned into a mass of dark qi, which was cleaved in two by the yellow blade light.

A mass of dark qi surged on the mountainside, and the Golden Crow True Monarch reappeared.

He transformed into a mass of dark qi and flew rapidly down the mountain.

Thunderous peals of thunder sounded, as thick silver lightning bolts struck down, hitting the dark qi, which roiled and billowed.

At the foot of the mountain, the dark qi took the shape of the Golden Crow True Monarch, his complexion slightly pale.

"I have finally escaped, ha ha."

The Golden Crow True Monarch laughed maniacally, transforming into a streak of black escape light that broke through the sky, quickly vanishing into the horizon.

Not long after, Zhuo Shan and the others flew down from the mountain, their expressions varied.

"It seems we have let loose a member of the Demon Race."

A pot-bellied man in a black shirt frowned and said.

"He is not of the Demon Race, at most he is the remnant soul of a Demon Race Cultivator. Strange, how come there is a corpse of the Demon Race here?"

Zhuo Shan was full of confusion.

"High Priest, what do we do next? Shall we chase after him and finish him off?"

The man in the black shirt asked.

"This fellow might have some bizarre divine skills we are unaware of, even Zheqing and the others are no match for him. Let’s go elsewhere, since this place is imprisoning members of the Demon Race, we might find a Sky-Reaching Spiritual Treasure."

Zhuo Shan suggested.

He had never fought with a Demon Race Cultivator and was unclear about the extent of their divine skills. The fact that the Demon Race Cultivator had killed two Nascent Soul Cultivators right under their noses and then escaped unscathed made Zhuo Shan very wary.

The unknown is the most terrifying. Even if they could destroy their foe, they wouldn’t benefit much, at most helping their companions to take revenge.

"Based on the intelligence we’ve gathered, we’ve never heard about a Demon Race Cultivator in the Northern Sea Cultivation Realm. Where did this Demon Race come from? Who imprisoned him here? Why not just kill him? Is it that he could not be killed, or is there some unspeakable secret?"

The man in the black shirt raised multiple questions.

They had been collecting information everywhere, searching for seals or forbidden places. Not a single record mentioned a Demon Race Cultivator appearing in the Northern Sea Cultivation Realm. Where this Demon Race Cultivator came from and why he had been imprisoned here were all mysteries.

"I don’t know, but I hope to find an answer. From now on, we are to finish off any dead thing we come across. We cannot afford to be ambushed again."

Zhuo Shan said gravely.

They left the place and went off to search for treasures elsewhere.

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Shen Long stood at the foot of a majestic Sky-Supporting Peak, his expression grave.

A trail of azure stone steps stretched from the base of the mountain to the peak, which was enveloped in thick white mist, concealing the conditions at the summit.

The Hundred Eyes Cicada was at Shen Long’s left side, continually emitting cheerful cicada chirps.

"Seven Stars Palace! What is this place! Is it the control hub?"

Shen Long muttered to himself, his face full of curiosity.

He summoned the Giant Puppet Beast, which took big strides toward the mountain. However, before it could take three steps, it halted, immobilized by a sudden powerful force of gravity.

"Gravity restriction, huh!"

Shen Long frowned and recalled the Puppet Beast.

He summoned the Magnetic Origin Bead, inserted a spell into it, and the bead burst into blinding gold light, transforming into a thick golden light curtain that enveloped both Shen Long and the Hundred Eyes Cicada. The pressure eased at once.

Shen Long strode up the mountain, finding his way unhindered, and soon he reached the summit and stepped into the white sea of mist.

After passing through the white sea of mist, Shen Long found himself in a vast Azure Stone Plaza, where a silver-lit grand hall stood. The plaque above read "Seven Stars Palace," and the great doors were firmly shut.

Shen Long summoned the Lihuo Stick, flicked his wrist, and a swath of red stick shadows swept out, hitting the doors of the Seven Stars Palace precisely. The doors shattered into pieces, revealing a spacious and bright hall.

Inside the hall stood a more than thirty-foot-tall human statue, and besides that, there was nothing else.

The Hundred Eyes Cicada’s eyes emitted piercing gold light as it scanned the interior of the hall, detecting no abnormalities.

Shen Long summoned the Giant Puppet Beast again, commanding it to enter Seven Stars Palace.

The Giant Puppet Beast made a round inside the hall without encountering anything unusual, nor did it find any hidden doors.

Shen Long’s gaze fell upon the human statue. He pinched a spell with his fingers, and the Giant Puppet Beast opened its mouth, firing a thick beam of light at the statue, eliciting a dull thud.

"All right, that’s enough. Stop attacking me. You don’t carry Demonic Qi, you must be a Human Cultivator from Qianyang Realm. Ask whatever you want to know; I won’t be able to hold on for much longer."

The human statue spoke.

Shen Long jumped in shock, his face full of wariness.

"Who are you?"

Shen Long asked, his Divine Sense wide open, paying close attention to his surroundings.

"I am Seven Stars True Monarch from the Green Lotus Continent of the Realm of the Spiritual Pivot, sent to The Lower Realm to pursue a rebel. This traitor was even trying to sneak into the Dark Demon Realm, under the control of the Demon Race. Fortunately, I stopped him in time."

The human statue said.

"Seven Stars True Monarch! Realm of the Spiritual Pivot! Green Lotus Continent! Sent to The Lower Realm to pursue a rebel?"

Shen Long was utterly baffled.

"Human Cultivators from the Qianyang Realm who reach the Middle Stage of Divinity Transformation can ascend to the Realm of the Spiritual Pivot, which you of The Lower Realm usually call the Spirit Realm. The majority of the top masters of the Human Clan in the Realm of the Spiritual Pivot reside in the Green Lotus Continent. Have you run into that Demon Race Cultivator?"

The human statue asked.

"Demon Race Cultivator? I haven’t encountered him; I don’t know where he is."

Shen Long asked curiously.

"More than a thousand miles from here. If it had been him who came instead of you, I would have exterminated him. This is a fallback I’ve prepared."

The human statue explained.

"Senior, what’s the situation with that rebel you mentioned?"

Shen Long asked politely.

Since it was a great power who had come down from the Spirit Realm, addressing him as senior was not excessive.

"I came from the Big Dipper Pavilion. Cai Lei is my fellow disciple, and he stole something of great importance. Using his position, he fled to The Lower Realm with the aid of the Realm-Breaking Disk. I was ordered to descend and apprehend him. I found him successfully, but in the end, he self-destructed. I don’t know where he hid that object. Not that it matters much to you — you only need to know that a Demon Race Cultivator is imprisoned here. Due to some special reasons, I promised not to kill him, and have imprisoned him here. After all these years, he’s likely perished, his Dao gone. Go and destroy his body."

The human statue said.