Dual Cultivation: I Summon Villainesses of Mythic Era-Chapter 12: Primordial Art of Devouring
In the immensity of the Higher Kingdoms, the balance of forces rests on a complex chessboard where the Seven Immortal Orthodoxies and the Seven Demonic Immortal Clans confront each other.
The first follow the virtues of the Dao such as Purity, Wisdom or Justice, while the second embrace a much darker version of the dao stemming from the original sins. Each of them follows the path of one of the most powerful Origin races of the mythical era.
Amid this political turmoil, the four great Immortal Families, including the Xuan family, maintain an apparent neutrality while exerting disproportionate influence over the sects and the other noble families...
As the son of Patriarch Xuan Feng and the Matriarch of the Pride Clan, Xuan Long Sijin, BaiShe bears the prestigious title of Holy Son of Pride. His notoriety is that of a man of letters, a calm and wise scholar whose courtesy is matched only by his intelligence.
To perfect this picture of perfection, he is engaged to Xue Ming, the youngest princess of the Nether Dynasty, a woman whose icy beauty and ruthless temperament made the courtiers tremble. They were called a match made in paradise.
Yet behind this mask of the ideal heir.
This Scholar was currently soaring over the steep peaks of Night Cloudy Mountain, his black robe floating with sovereign elegance in the icy wind.
Although he was at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage, he knew that this level of cultivation was derisory in the face of the threats that were beginning to awaken in this new timeline. For a being who was once the Heavenly Demon, this physical weakness was an insult to his own legend.
" I must quickly increase my level. This stagnation is unacceptable. " thought BaiShe.
BaiShe perfectly understood that his survival depended on his ability to grow faster than his enemies.
The Heavenly Dao had cursed him, which meant that the entire world would conspire for his downfall and that the sons of luck would emerge from every corner of the Realms to confront him. To counter this fatality, he had to accumulate massive resources.
It was not only a question of increasing his Qi, but of multiplying divine artifacts and Immortal-rank treasures capable of saving him in critical moments. Moreover, he needed allies whose loyalty would be absolute. Ready to die for him.
Below him, three-horned Rakshasas wandered among the ruins.
’ At my Peak Nascent Soul stage, confronting a group of these monsters would be a perilous undertaking,’
" But fortunately I was not an ordinary cultivator."
He stopped abruptly in mid-air, stabilizing his position as the purple mist of the mountain swirled around him. He closed his eyes for a moment, concentrating on the black energy core that pulsed at the center of his Dantian.
" This is the first time I am going to use this power in this life " , he murmured as a cold smile stretched his lips.
< Primordial Art of Devouring! >
His silver hair turned to the deepest black. The sclera of his eyes became completely black, while his pupils lit up with a malevolent purple. On his forehead, the Omega sign began to glow with a sinister light, marking his belonging to an era that the dao had tried to erase.
He made no effort to hold back his Chaotic Qi. On the contrary, he let it surge violently in all directions, creating a shock wave that made the mountain tremble.
By releasing such a quantity of foul energy, he acted like a beacon for all the entities present in the area. He wanted to attract the surrounding Rakshasas for a quick massacre, but he was mainly targeting Lin Feng, the son of luck who was already nearby.
Behind the young master, space began to twist in a grotesque manner. Hundreds of frail arms, with grayish and torn skin, emerged from the fissures of reality.
These emaciated limbs writhed with demonic frenzy, and in the palm of each hand was a gaping mouth. These grotesque orifices were lined with sharp teeth, hungry for flesh and Qi.
" Come to me... "
The three-horned Rakshasas, sensing the energy of Devouring, let out screams of rage and terror.
They threw themselves towards him, projecting lasers of Khao in an attempt to bring down the black silhouette suspended in the sky. BaiShe did not move, his hands still crossed behind his back in a posture of total contempt. The frail arms suddenly deployed like tentacles. They intercepted the attacks and seized the Rakshasas in mid-flight.
The mouths in the palms closed on the monsters’ limbs, tearing off shreds of flesh. The black blood of the Rakshasas spurted out in fetid fountains.
He savored the sensation of the vital essence that rose through the summoned arms to nourish his own Dantian. Each bite increased his own power, gradually stabilizing his level towards the Law Master stage.
" Khao is a delicious food, but it is nothing compared to what Lin Feng’s destiny can bring me."
The emaciated arms continued their macabre work, dismembering the last Rakshasas with efficiency. The grayish intestines spilled onto the rocky ground, and the skulls were crushed under the pressure of the monstrous hands.
[ Ding ! You have massacred fifty three-horned Rakshasas.]
He remained suspended in the air, above a carpet of mutilated corpses and black blood.
" Let’s see where the energy is more and more concentrated..."
He turned his head towards the direction where the Chaotic energy was most concentrated, then with a leap, he flew in that direction. When he arrived at his destination, he descended gracefully from the air.
" I hope you will wisely serve me as food for my growth... " he murmured, as he made a dozen Qi swords appear behind his back.
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Simultaneously, he made a dozen translucent Qi swords appear behind his back, each vibrating with pure murderous intent.
< Illusory Sword Arts >
The blades swirled with such speed that they formed a circle of afterimages.
Without a superfluous gesture, BaiShe projected his swords towards the Rakshasas.
A first blade pierced through a Rakshasa’s mask, shattering it before sinking into the monster’s skull.
As he continued the massacre, BaiShe covered his right hand with chaotic Qi, that fusion of Qi and Khao that only he could achieve. He advanced towards a Rakshasa that was still trying to crawl, crushing it under his boot before plunging his hand directly into its chest. The sound of the ribcage breaking was sharp and brutal.
<Primordial Art of Devouring>
