Under the illumination of the daylight, He Qingman’s snow-white torso radiated a jade-like luster, proudly exposed to the air, captivating to the eye.
Her full, proud peaks, the flat abdomen devoid of any excess flesh, and the verdant, secret sanctuary—that alabaster form, under the sun’s glare, revealed a seductive spring light that made any man’s blood surge, a beauty so exquisite it seemed like a piece of fine art, one hesitant to mar or dare touch.
She stood thus before Shi Yan, her body completely bare, her curves exquisite, her naked form heart-stirring.
Yet her eyes were dim and lifeless, as if obscured by unseen storm clouds, mirroring her current state of mind—seeing no light, finding no direction.
Shi Yan’s expression jolted; a look of alarm flashed across his face for the first time. Gazing at the perfectly alluring, nude body before him, a flicker of burning desire ignited in his normally icy eyes.
But it was only for an instant. His gaze quickly cleared, and a mocking smile played on his lips as he nodded. “Exquisite.”
“Take me to slaughter every last member of the Dwarf Demon Clan, and I belong to you. The Fire Cloud Island, where my He family resided, was annihilated by them!”
He Qingman allowed his brazen gaze to linger wantonly upon her body, showing not a trace of shame. Her beautiful eyes suddenly turned as cold as ice picks, and she stated sharply.
Shi Yan shook his head. “You should seek out Cao Qiudao, or perhaps Yang Yitian. Only the true overlords of the Endless Sea can satisfy your request.”
“Those old men have seen all the vicissitudes of human life. Though their vitality still surges, their hearts are like stagnant pools,” He Qingman replied, her pretty face etched with bitterness. “Their pursuits differ from those of the young. My beauty is unlikely to catch their notice.”
Saying this, He Qingman even struck a bowing posture before him, cupping her trembling, full, snow-white breasts with both hands, displaying an utterly enchanting seductiveness as she looked at Shi Yan. “If you agree, I can give you a taste of sweetness right now. As long as you don’t truly take me, I’m yours for the rest.”
Her demeanor seemed seductive, yet there was not a hint of passion in her eyes; they remained cold and indifferent.
Shi Yan sighed inwardly, shaking his head subtly. The Illusionary Void Ring on his hand flashed, and a rough garment made of coarse hemp cloth suddenly flew out.
Under He Qingman’s astonished gaze, he wrapped her stunning body in the cloth, then spread his Star Wings and suddenly took flight.
“Leave the Endless Sea. This Divine Grace Continent is not the only hub for martial cultivators. Your heart is already dead here; only by changing your environment can you bloom with life again.”
Shi Yan’s voice drifted down from the sky, filled with emotion, sounding like advice both to her and to himself.
He Qingman’s beautiful eyes were filled with startled incomprehension. She watched blankly as he transformed into a streak of meteoric light, fading into the distance, an inexpressible emotion stirring in her heart.
After pausing for a long while, He Qingman frowned, pulled off the rough hemp cloth wrapped around her, and changed into a clean silk dress, concealing her alluring body.
Just as she was about to discard the cheap, coarse hemp garment, she seemed to recall something. A blush of shy crimson crossed her face. She froze for a moment, ultimately deciding against throwing the hemp cloth away, and instead, as if compelled by some unseen force, stored it within her Illusionary Void Ring.
Entering the cave, the corpses of three Dragon Horn Clan demonesses immediately caught her eye. The three demonesses were naked, covered entirely in bite marks; what they had endured in life was plainly visible.
Watching the satisfied languor still lingering on their faces, He Qingman’s long eyelashes fluttered once, a flicker of surprise in her beautiful eyes.
She had long heard rumors of the demonesses’ endless demands in certain matters. Legend claimed that it took five human males working in rotation just to satisfy one demoness and bring her truly to the crest of desire...
Looking at the three corpses, He Qingman’s expression slowly grew strange. She was inwardly startled by the formidable prowess someone possessed in certain aspects.
...
Yin Feng Island.
Thick, gloomy clouds blanketed the firmament. This island was overwhelmingly heavy with Yin energy, perpetually shrouded, never seeing the sun.
This territory belonged to the Gu Family, but it had now become a temporary encampment for the disciples of the Corpse God Cult.
In the Dead Silence Ridge, numerous grottoes had been carved into the bellies of the peaks, each one housing a temporarily stationed disciple of the Corpse God Cult.
In one such grotto, the Corpse God Cult Elder Yin Hai sat atop two Yin Wood Coffins, his eyes closed, gathering Yin Qi and injecting the essence of his stored Yin Power into the caskets.
Suddenly, Yin Hai snapped his eyes open, his face instantly turning grim.
Kaka-kaka!
Sounds of fingernails scraping against wood came from within the two Yin Wood Coffins. The two Celestial Corpses inside, having received no command from Yin Hai to control them, were attempting to break out.
Yin Hai paused momentarily, then swiftly took out a Sound Stone, transmitting the abnormality occurring here.
Not long after, three figures suddenly shot out from the bellies of the mountains in other parts of the Dead Silence Ridge, rapidly converging on Yin Hai’s grotto.
The Corpse God Cult Master, Qing Ming, whose face was concealed by a mask of green features and hideous fangs, upon arrival, immediately questioned in his uniquely eerie and icy voice, “Yin Hai, is the situation confirmed?”
Yin Hai bowed respectfully, descending from the two Yin Wood Coffins, pointed at them, and remained silent.
The strange sounds emerged once more from the coffins, chillingly audible.
However, the three figures in the grotto, upon hearing the terrifying noises, showed no fear whatsoever; instead, their expressions filled with excitement and pleasant surprise.
“That brat is nearby!”
Qing Ming let out a cold snort, chuckling sinisterly. “It seems he can’t hold back again. He will surely strike this time, and perhaps his target is here.”
The Heavenly Queen and Earth Emperor of the Yin-Yang Grotto-Heaven looked severe, their gazes sharp and ice-cold, nodding in unison.
“We expended considerable effort trying to capture that brat, but we couldn't locate him. Thanks to these two Celestial Corpses, we can finally track his movements,” the Heavenly Queen purred, licking her ruby lips, her face showing fierce bloodlust. “During this period, more than thirty disciples from our Yin-Yang Grotto-Heaven have died tragically at his hands, including my three most favored female disciples, all tortured to death by him. This boy has brought calamity and fury upon the Endless Sea; this time, he must be killed!”
“His death is certain this time!” the Earth Emperor hissed. “Even if he possesses strength comparable to Mo Qitua, the three of us joining forces will ensure his annihilation!”
“Rest assured. The Corpse King is still underground. I am fully prepared this time. If he dares set foot on Yin Feng Island, he will absolutely never return,” Qing Ming sneered wickedly.
“I want to drain every ounce of his strength, let him die from qi depletion!” the Heavenly Queen clenched her pearly teeth, suddenly laughing coquettishly, like a bloodthirsty she-beast, filled with excitement.
“Yin Hai, remain here and don’t move. The three of us will conceal ourselves for now,” Qing Ming deliberated for a moment before commanding.
“Your subordinate understands!”
The three God Realm martial artists communicated swiftly, then flew out of the stone grotto together, submerging themselves in concealment, waiting secretly.
Yin Hai resumed his seat upon the Yin Wood Coffins, reaching out to stroke the wood, and whispered coldly, “It is time to settle accounts.”
...
In a stretch of ocean behind Yin Feng Island.
The calm sea surface suddenly rippled. Within the spreading ripples, a person deep beneath the seabed moved like a swimming fish, slowly heading toward Yin Feng Island.
While submerged, he occasionally looked up towards the sky from the seabed, releasing his divine sense to meticulously probe for any anomalies in the surroundings.
Two strange fluctuations emanated from Yin Feng Island, seeming to beckon him to approach quickly.
After sensing them quietly for a while, he moved rapidly through the seabed until he reached the island’s shore. However, he did not rush to surface, pausing there for a moment.
After a long interval, he quietly came ashore and gazed from afar at the dark clouds above Yin Feng Island. He closed his eyes, feeling the fluctuations of the Heaven and Earth spiritual energy, sinking his consciousness into it, attempting to discern the island’s oddities through the flow of Qi.
Under his divine sense probe, the aura of a Nirvana Realm martial artist was already clear to him. The presence of the two Celestial Corpses meant that Yin Hai, an Elder of the Corpse God Cult at the Celestial Rank, was also on the island.
In the past, if he knew a Celestial Rank martial artist was present, he would absolutely not dare risk coming.
However, with the temporary fusion of the three peculiar life forms—the Holy Spirit God, the Profound Ice Cold Flame, and the Earth Core Fire—he felt no fear. Far from it, he was unusually excited.
The mutation of his body’s Martial Soul had now covered both his hands and his upper body. If he could kill just a few more Celestial Rank martial artists, borrowing their profound and pure vital essence, he was certain he could complete the mutation of his lower body. Celestial Rank martial artists were the optimal supplement for him.
Recently, as the mutation of his upper body neared completion, he increasingly felt his legs gradually struggling to bear the astonishing weight of his form. The mutation of every muscle in his body made his flesh heavier than a mountain. Gradually, he noticed that the bones in his legs seemed unable to support the weight of his upper half; whenever his feet touched the ground, his leg bones would occasionally emit strange noises.
He had to complete the mutation as soon as possible, or this body would become increasingly aberrant. This imperfect state would affect the explosive surge of his power.
Every day, every night, the power of the Holy Spirit God, the Profound Ice Cold Flame, and the Earth Core Fire was rapidly dissipating; he could not stop it.
Vaguely, he knew that sooner or later, the fusion of these three life forms would dissolve. At that time, he would be reverted to his original state, no longer possessing the strength to annihilate a God Realm expert.
The Endless Sea was currently chaotic. If he lost this power capable of contending with God Realm martial artists, his path in the Endless Sea would become increasingly difficult, leading eventually to his demise.
Before that happened, he had to complete his physical mutation swiftly. Only with a perfect physical transformation could he increase his chances of survival.
Time waits for no man!
Looking at the gloomy sky, knowing that danger might lurk on the island, he steeled his resolve and prepared to risk everything.
Fortune favors the bold!
Hardeninng his heart, he no longer hesitated. His Star Wings suddenly unfurled, manifesting Star Radiance. He moved like a phantom through the forest, quietly closing in on the Dead Silence Ridge.
“You finally came.”
The moment he materialized in the Dead Silence Ridge, a cold, sinister laugh echoed up from beneath the earth. Immediately, a figure shot up from the soil and slammed down in front of him.
Simultaneously, the ground exploded with a deafening roar, and a monstrous, ape-like creature covered in thick, dense fur burst forth as well.