Journey to the End of the Night
Chapter 153 - 153 152 I Am a Great Man

153: Chapter 152: I Am a Great Man 153: Chapter 152: I Am a Great Man Under the destruction of that Sword Qi, a newly awakened little corpse demon.

Even possessed repair abilities comparable to those of a legendary-level corpse demon.

This was simply unreasonable.

Baili An’s regenerated right hand was somewhat weak and powerless, the newly formed skin even paler and less vibrant, as he lifted his sore right arm and embraced Wen Hanwei’s trembling body.

In the faint blood-red glow.

He looked down and met Wen Hanwei’s eyes.

Regarding the upcoming battle they couldn’t possibly win, both of them looked very calm.

“What is this?” Wen Hanwei voiced the shock and tremor in the man’s heart, gently poking his regenerated skin with her blood-stained finger, and tilted her head curiously.

The skin touched by Wen Hanwei stung Baili An a bit.

He sheathed his small sword and said, “It’s the racial Talent of the corpse demon species, transcendent healing.

I’ve Devoured a Shebi Corpse’s Corpse Pearl, this Talent, it must have been plundered from it.”

Hearing this explanation, Wen Hanwei fell into a contemplative mood.

And the man on the throne suddenly stood up, “Impossible!”

His handsome face flushed, and the muscles around his eyes trembled.

“Racial Talents are like a corpse demon’s second lethal weapon, a supreme grace bestowed by the King!

A mongrel corpse demon, a walking corpse like you has no qualifications for awakening a Talent!

Only the extraordinary among corpse demons, through relentless plundering and evolution, wagering their lives under extremely harsh conditions, might possibly awaken…”

His bloodshot eyes thoroughly scrutinized Baili An, his magnetic deep voice slightly trembling as if he had witnessed something inconceivable.

“You possess such a high-level Talent as ‘Devour,’ which is already a huge mystery.

Looking at your aura, weak enough to be pitiable, if it weren’t for the Blood Covenant, I could kill you easily with just a finger!

You absolutely cannot be a transcendent-level corpse demon, but if that’s the case, why can you simultaneously possess two utterly different Talents!”

Watching the emotionally charged man, Baili An couldn’t help but ask, “Transcendent-level corpse demon?

What is that?

I know, in the Mortal World, the classifications for corpse demons are Mortal Corpse, Hopping Corpse, Shadow Corpse, Flying Corpse, Absolute Corpse, Corpse King, Corpse Emperor, Corpse Ancestor, and Corpse God.”

The man paused, then scoffed with a derisive smile, displaying remarkable patience with his question as if an elder resolving his confusion.

“How vulgar and crass such a categorization method is.

Only humans, such lowly stupid creatures, could come up with such appellations, though admittedly, despite its vulgarity, it does not violate the definition of the strength hierarchy among corpse demons.

As for what I mentioned about transcendent extremes, that refers to the bloodline levels in the Corpse Demon World, similar to how humans have low to high-quality Spirit Roots within their bodies.”

Spirit Roots…

Speaking of Spirit Roots, Baili An seemed to realize something.

Jin Sheng had once told him that cultivators in the human realm all possessed Spirit Roots.

Spirit Roots served as a bridge communicating with the spiritual power of heaven and earth, and the nodes of cultivation within the human body also required Spirit Roots for connection and maintenance.

The higher the quality of the Spirit Root, the broader the bridge connecting the nodes.

And the spiritual power flowing through the Spirit Roots, like travelers walking on the bridge, the more there are, the more immense the power they possessed.

Possessing a massive amount of spiritual power could lead to them building a more robust and stable Divine Mansion at the end of the bridge.

For instance, a human with a mortal-grade Spirit Root, even after cultivating for a thousand years, with their flesh turning to dust, might not manage to establish even a small Divine Mansion to sense the heaven and earth and thus become immortal.

This is because their Spirit Root quality is too inferior, able to sustain only limited flows of spiritual power.

If a mortal-grade Spirit Root is a droplet funnel,

Then a top-grade Spirit Root is a vast, magnificent river tide.

The contrast between the two is stark.

而尸魔在其体内不藏灵根,体内流转的也非是灵力,而是鲜血魔力.

That man, as if suddenly finding something intriguing, energetically raised his palm pointing to the patch of skin where Baili An was repairing his injuries.

“Speaking of which, you yourself should have realized, even with a Talent like ‘Healing,’ it’s absolutely impossible to repair your bones and flesh to such a pristine condition in an instant, it was just now, a droplet of my blood splattered into your wound, that’s why you were so lucky.”

Indeed, since the combat retreat began, Baili An had constantly felt a bead of blood burning like char in his body, chaotically surging.

Even after repairing all his wounds, the blood remained active within him, not fully consumed.

The blood power of this man was exceedingly and abnormally powerful.

The cruel reality, time and again, reminded him that this man had a power he could neither surpass nor compete with.

Baili An’s mood became increasingly heavy, facing such a level of opponent, he truly didn’t know how he could escape from his clutches.

“King-level, Legendary Level, Transcendent Extreme, Overlord Blood-Level, Exceptional Extreme, and lastly, mongrel blood.”

The man’s laughing echoed in the vast limitless darkness, “Your current expression is truly appetizing, what do you think?

Do you need me to tell you which bloodline level this great man standing before you belongs to?”

His smile was eerie and dangerous, “This is a truth many have sought to discover in the past, the many secrets hidden within you are about to be unearthed by me as a return, I wouldn’t mind telling you this piece of information.”

Baili An decisively said, “No need, I’m not interested in your affairs.”

This man was very cunning, beneath the elegant and perfect exterior hid the true nature of a bloodthirsty beast.

At this moment, knowing this information would only be harmful and not beneficial to the battle situation at hand, adding an unnecessary burden to his mind.

Thus, he’d rather embrace this unknown danger and keep fighting.

“It truly breaks my heart.” The man’s effeminate charm swept through the air, a chilling, rust-like coldness enveloping them.

“At the very least, let me carve my name in your heart, you deserve that.”

“Sikong, that is my name.”

Outside the secluded valley, deep in the heavens, thunder roared, shaking the Nine Heavens, a world where light couldn’t reach seemed to be torn open by that somber thunder, like a wrathful god dispensing punishment.

It seemed as if this name, Sikong, was an unspeakable taboo, a sin that must not be mentioned.

The shredded black fog slowly regathered.

Sikong’s effeminate beautiful face in the interplay of light and shadow was like a demon in the night, his smile blood-stained.

“Since you won’t listen, don’t blame me for being cruel.

I’ll rip open your chest and abdomen, extract your heart and viscera, and reveal the deepest secrets hidden within to my eyes.”

“Young man, I hope your Healing Talent can sustain you till the end.”

His words, sharp as a blade, gradually carried a sensation of being less and less real.

The encompassing winds seemed to possess souls, like night ghosts whispering in secret, their voices rising and falling, piercing to the heart.

Sikong slowly raised his palm, and the dark night winds under the heavens became the most loyal servants beneath his feet.