Infinite Regressor: SSS-Ranked Skill In Cultivation World!
Chapter 58: Is This Thing Broken?

Chapter 58: Is This Thing Broken?

As soon as they touch his body, it felt like a soothing breeze passes by. Fleeting and fragile, dissipating in an instant.

For a moment, he can’t help but whispered quietly.

"Is this thing broken?"

Immediately, Xing Yue frowned, while Tian Long indifference expression cracked.

"Broken? The Demon War Drum is never broken!"

They thought inwardly.

Outwardly, they were startled and shock that the three consecutive strike on the Demon War Drum did not affect Shi Jing in the slightest.

Besides them, the other inner elders also shared the same thought.

Other than them, the hundreds of participant was a little frightened by this ’fiend’.

Shi Jing disregard their thought and continue to strike at the drum.

Gong!

Gong!

Gong!

Immediately, Shi Jing could hear various voices and murmurs in his ears. They were faint and illusionary, as though attempting to draw him in.

Seeing this, he frowned slightly.

’Perhaps, if it was before I severed my own identity from earth and grasp an understanding of myself in this competition, I would have been drawn into an illusions...’

He sighed and shook his head.

Over the months, he has grew considerably.

From many deaths in the Dark Forgotten Forest, to experiencing the Ming estate, then meeting Ling Xue, who helped him solidified his sword intent.

An interaction which inturn temper his dao heart even more.

Finally, during the second round of the inner court competition, he entered a trance and perceived the truth behind his identity.

At this moment, Shi Jing is aware of his own belief and heart. This belief is unwavering, like that of mountain and river, unshakable.

Mere illusions wasn’t enough to sway him. Even if they were real and appear in front of him, it wouldn’t shake him!

Without wasting any time, he strike at the Demon War Drum again.

On the seventh strike, the air stirred. A dense form of resentment painted the platform red. The nearby participant closest to Shi Jing was startled and quickly scrambled further away.

Only Elder Wang remained closed.

Shi Jing didn’t stop there, he struck again, and again.

Nine Strike!

The Demon War Drum’s crimson aura now engulfed the entire platform like a sea of blood. T

he resentment had grown so thick that even the air seemed to weep with the voices of countless fallen souls.

Yet Shi Jing stood unmoved, his expression serene as mountain peaks shrouded in eternal mist.

’Finally,’ he thought, feeling the familiar chill of death’s embrace.

’This is more like it.’

Unlike the previous strikes that felt like gentle breezes, the accumulated resentment now crashed against his dao heart like violent storms against unyielding cliffs.

Each wave of killing intent sought to corrode his foundation, to plant seeds of doubt and fear.

But instead of resisting, Shi Jing welcomed them with open arm.

He closed his eyes and allowed the torment to wash over him completely.

’Death... I am often so close to death that I forget, death waits for everyone.’

Others watches this scene in horror and fear, pointing at Shi Jing as though he was a lunatic.

Compare to Ye Ming’s action, his action was even more frightening!

’He is crazy! Definitely gone crazy!’ Zhao Gongzu thought.

Before, with his Upper Rank A aptitude, he thought he was born a genius, above that of Shi Jing.

After Shi Jing’s display his talent for dao comprehension, he was a bit envious, but still, their gap was not that far.

But now? It was like a mountain and cliffs, a pond and river!

In his mind, he recalled every moment of his demise, the searing pain, the crushing despair, the helplessness as life slipped away.

But also the rebirth, the return, the knowledge that he could endure anything because he had already endured everything.

The resentment tried to show him illusions of failure, visions of failure despite his utmost failure, image of his deepest regrets.

Yet his dao heart remained like an ancient boulder in a raging river—polished smoother by each assault, growing stronger through resistance.

The crowd’s reaction was one of stunned disbelief.

Once again, Shi Jing waved his hand to strike at the Demon War Drum!

Gong!

Thirteenth strike.

Gong!

Fourteenth.

With each successive blow, Shi Jing’s dao heart didn’t just endure the resentment—it began to absorb and refine it.

The crowd’s reaction was one of stunned disbelief.

"Impossible..." Supreme Elder Tian Long’s usually composed facade cracked entirely. His hands trembled as he gripped his armrest.

"The fourteenth strike should have shattered even a Wandering Sea cultivator’s mind!"

Elder Xing Yue’s eyes were wide with a mixture of awe and terror. "Look at his expression, he’s not just enduring it. He’s... he’s enjoying it!"

Indeed, a faint smile had appeared on Shi Jing’s lips, as if he were savoring the moment rather than being assaulted with endless resentment.

Among the participants, panic began to spread.

"What kind of monster is he?"

Some of the weaker disciples had already begun to back away unconsciously, their survival instincts screaming warnings.

A few had gone pale, cold sweat beading on their foreheads just from witnessing the spectacle.

Before they can recover, Shi Jing moved again.

Gong!

Fifteenth strike.

The platform itself began to crack under the weight of accumulated resentment.

The Demon War Drum’s crimson glow now pulsed like a beating heart, and ghostly wails echoed across the competition ground.

Yet Shi Jing’s dao heart had become like tempered steel, each strike only served to burn away the last traces of impurity, leaving behind something pure and unbreakable.

’My path is clear,’ He realized, his understanding deepening with each moment.

’I am neither a righteous cultivator nor one of the demonic path. I am simply... myself. And that is enough.’

With that conclusion, he stopped.

Hitting the Demon War Drum would not benefit him anymore. It would only inflict internal injuries to his physical body.

Fortunately, this desolate beast soul was sealed and greatly suppressed, if not for this, just a sliver of its physical power would have shattered Shi Jing’s body.

For this, he had to give thanks to the Sword Cloud Manor for giving him this opportunity.

Meanwhile, the entire platform was silent. Except for the cold winter wind and stench of blood permeating the square.