Myriad Devils-Chapter 171: The steadily recovering critically injured spirit

Chapter 171: The steadily recovering critically injured spirit

"Old man, if negatives emotions allows you to reach this level within the death cultivation system, then why are you so easy to get along with?" Anon’s movements were casual as he chuckled, walking alongside the cursed spirit.

Having left the pond, they were back in the cave exchanging knowledge with each other.

"Firstly, I know nothing of this so-called death cultivation you speak of," the cursed spirit smiled.

"And secondly, negative emotions is purely an energy. As cursed spirits, our will is much stronger than wraiths, hence its obvious we have greater clarity."

"Is that so." Anon rubbed his chin.

"Indeed," the cursed spirit sighed. "I did not expect you foreigners to be so casual."

Anon laughed lightly, "I also didn’t expect a fanatical worshipper of the Infernal god to be so, ’normal’." He turned to the cursed spirit and asked, "So, what world were you in before you died?"

There was a moment of silence that followed.

Sensing this, Anon sighed and asked, "Are you unable to remember the memories of your time alive as well?"

"How do you know about our God?!" The cursed spirit seemed to be seething with rage.

Hearing this, Anon frowned.

So easily, he had turned this relationship sour?

The cloud severing spear materialized in his hand. Opposite him, the cursed spirit assumed a battle stance.

"Old man, why are you doing this? I was planning to get as much knowledge out of you before killing you, so why? You have zero chance against me as you are." Anon shook his head.

Having mastered top-tier techniques, even back then Anon deduced that when alive, those wraiths were second worlders.

As a cursed spirit, at most, this old man was only in the third world when alive. From another perspective, he was not even close to becoming a saint servant.

Even if he, as a cursed spirit, upon death, could summon stellar cosmic energy, or wield principle power, very likely, he’d still be unable to match the current Anon.

This cursed spirit, even when alive, did not have a physical body comparable to Anon’s, much less now. This was an Anon with pseudo true mastery over his body.

In the previous exchange, the cursed spirit’s capabilities were higher than the second world, but quite ordinary amongst third worlders.

The only worrisome thing was their abilities to influence one’s emotions and at this level, even their thoughts to a certain extent.

However, if one expected this battle to be a grand display, then one would be sorely mistaken.

Currently, with partial cellular control, Anon’s prowess was already amongst the more ordinary fourth worlders.

Compared to a very ordinary third worlder?

Incomparable!

In but a few strikes, Anon’s spear had slashed through the cursed spirit’s body multiple times, turning it into chunks of flesh.

By the time the cursed spirit even realized what was taking place, it could only stare in wonder at Anon’s spear.

Still, as a cursed spirit, it was not reliant on a physical body.

"Tsk, do you think that I’ll fall for something like that again?" Anon scowled. Though physically incapable, the cursed spirit still penetrated deep into his soul to eradicate his will.

Even if it tried to be subtle, it could not escape Anon’s perception.

In a way, the moment the two had crossed paths, it had already existed within Anon’s mind realm, hence it influenced his will at that time.

However, Anon had perceived this, hence the reason for the initial clash.

Upon assessing the strength of this cursed spirit, Anon played along, either to deduce whether it was hiding its true strength, or more likely, purely on a whim.

No matter, a single cursed spirit had limited effect on him.

Even when he came across a wraith the first time, it held limited sway over him.

Only in the fourth layer where swarms of wraiths existed did he face trouble.

Yet, though the cursed spirit’s influence was limited, it still existed. Much more than what the swarm of wraiths could do to the current Anon.

It strengthened his soul slightly.

Upon opening his eyes, Anon sighed. "These days, I’m sighing more and more. But this process of devouring remnant souls, wraiths, and cursed spirits is a little boring."

His eyes suddenly lit up as he said, "However, the path to success can only be achieved by doing the boring stuff over and over again. This goes for any field, including... Ah, what do I call this? Soul cultivation?"

.....

Since his first encounter with a cursed spirit, Anon had slowed down his conquest for souls. For those that weren’t willing, Anon would devour them instantly.

On the other hand, he had no reason not to interact with the willing spirits. The more spirits he interacted with, the more refined his sentences were.

The first instance in which he ruined the conversation mid-way, after several rounds of interactions, had now become a rarity.

Inside a cave, a white-haired noble lady with fair skin and blood-red eyes lightly giggled and chatted with a swarthy skinned youth.

His burning gold eyes occasionally met with the lady’s blood red eyes, and the connection between their two gazes flickered with an unusual emotion.

"Hehe, you’re my kind of person, I see," Anon smiled.

Sighing, he continued, "It is indeed a pity I found you only after your death. Otherwise, who knows what fate would whisper into our ears."

The white-haired lady said with a dazzling smile, "It is only because of my death that we’ve even encountered each other. And even if we did meet when I was alive, could we truly get along as well as now?"

"True, true..." Anon suddenly burst into a knowing laughter. "The moment I see a native, I’d kill and ask a question after," Anon winked.

"Same," The white-haired lady sighed. "When I was alive, every time I came across a foreigner, I asked questions after killing them."

"Oh," Anon tilted his head with doubt. "Have you come across foreigners during your lifetime?"

She rose a few of her fingers, signaling the number.

It was less than one handful.

Anon nodded.

"Well, what can I say," Anon looked around and then deeply inhaled. "I’ve enjoyed this chat, but it seems that we’ll have to go our separate ways."

"Is that so?" Her eyes showed a faint reluctance toward his words.

Seeing this, Anon laughed loudly and asked, "Weren’t you married during your lifetime? Why are you so saddened by another man’s departure?"

This time, it was her turn to release a boisterous laughter.

"You said it yourself," She mused. "I was married during my lifetime. Is it not ’deathtime’ for me now?"

"My bad, you’re right." Anon said with an innocent voice.

Thereafter, he stretched his right hand out to his side, grabbing onto the materializing spear, and casually swung it out toward the white-haired lady.

Her eyes opened wide with shock, however her reactions were even faster as her body instinctively evaded the sharp spear’s edge.

"Y-You!" Her voice trembled with indignation and rage as she swiftly retreated from her position.

In reply, Anon was motionless.

Before she could stabilize, the shimmering light of the spear’s edge already appeared before her neck, giving her no chance, and piercing deep into her flesh.

"And here I thought we were of the same cloth," Anon remarked.

"See? It is still too early for me to seek out a wife. I clearly lack the eyes to judge a woman’s character." Anon wept false tears. "All I ask is for the universe to bestow upon me a woman of similar nature to myself. Is that too much to ask?"

Though the cursed spirit that burst out of her flesh released a piercing scream before lunging into his heart realm, he was unimpressed and instead, quietly sat down and entered a silent meditation.

The environment soon fell into a state of calmness.

His breaths were deep, and the sound of his thumping heart was rhythmic.

Anon’s will destroyed the cursed spirit’s will, and his soul easily devoured the cursed spirit, assimilating the will-less power into his own.

The spirit nurtured the body, and in turn, the body nurtured the spirit. As the foundation, the soul also nurtured both spirit and flesh.

Previously, if Anon’s spirit was less than one percent healed, although his spirit was still in a critical state, and under ten percent, after devouring dozens of cursed spirits, it had recovered to at least six percent of his previous level.

He deduced that upon recovering to more than ten percent, he would once again be capable of wielding stellar cosmic energy akin to a first worlder.

Hypothetically, at that time, there was a chance that utilizing azure plums might show some effect in accelerating his spirit’s recovery.

Anon opened his eyes, and a smile plastered itself across his face.

Even his eyes were smiling.

He mused in silence, ’I wonder if I can achieve true mastery over my body before my spirit recovers?’

If he had the capabilities of traversing the sixth layer of this mind swallowing abyss, highly likely, it meant that his will had underwent another metamorphosis. By then, true mastery would likely be a very easy task.’

Although, compared to before entering the fifth layer, his will had become stronger, using the previous fourth layer as a reference, he summarized that he had no chance at retaining any kind of sanity in that last and final sixth layer.

Swarms of cursed spirits?

With each cursed spirit wielding enough intelligence necessary to hold casual conversations?

Yeah, no.

’However, even if my spirit fully recovers, I’m actually more intrigued by the idea of learning the secrets of my soul, and strengthening my will even more as well.’

’On the other hand, I won’t rush entering the third world. Didn’t Seth say that the more abilities one has whilst in the second world, the better?’

Now that he had more than one way to see his strength rise, Anon felt no need to rush into the third world after his spirit recovers.

’Slow and steady wins the race. Plus, my overall strength is still rising.’ For the first time in a while, Anon felt truly at ease.

Indeed, he really needed this time away from Seth.