Seeking Immortality in a Bizarre World-Chapter 673 - 667 Blessings and Disasters Coexist, Red Fruit Green Fish_1
The Kunpeng’s mouth carried the petrifying effect of the Xuantian Stone Spirit Pot, and the petrification was still spreading. Compared to pursuing a formidable enemy, it was more important to address the petrification.
Moreover, the Peng form was damaged, and its speed was affected, rendering it unable to catch up with the Golden-Winged Peng Bird.
The Kunpeng could only glare hatefully in the direction where Jia Ren had vanished, before plunging into the clouds.
Jia Ren passed through layers of clouds without impediment and finally caught a glimpse of the world beneath the clouds.
Below was a sea still shrouded in mist, which rarely saw sunlight year-round.
There were a few small islands scattered about the sea, most retaining their original jungle landscapes, with vegetation that was unique to the Cloud Realm.
The sea was teeming with the auras of Magical Beasts, with only a few regions inhabited by humans.
This was a world dominated by Magical Beasts, where Cultivators were not the mainstream.
The few islands with traces of human activity were shrouded in cloud and mist, their details obscured.
The massive Kunpeng Wings descended from the sky like meteorites crashing into the sea.
When immortals wage war, mortals suffer the consequences.
Just the aftermath of the battle alone was a cataclysmic disaster for both humans and Magical Beasts.
Luckily, the nearshore area was barren, and the fallen Kunpeng wing only harmed the fish and shrimp in the sea, stirring up a tsunami with enormous waves.
The islands where Mist City was located mostly had protective Formations, so the surging tsunami, while powerful, did not cause much loss of life.
The tsunami caused by the high-altitude fall drew attention, attracting a multitude of Magical Beasts and Cultivators from nearby islands to converge on the spot.
Of course, most of them were... mid- to low-level Magical Beasts.
High-level Magical Beasts were no strangers to the realm’s overlord, the Kunpeng. Sensing its presence, they would flee as far as possible.
Why would they willingly draw close and become the enemy’s food?
Only those who had never felt the aura of the Kunpeng would actively approach.
The Kunpeng wing was enormous, and its residual blood energy and Spiritual Power were daunting.
The oozing Kunpeng Blood had not yet blended into the seawater. These drops were like gemstones, exceptionally brilliant and eye-catching.
The sea here was too shallow for the water to submerge the left wing of the Kunpeng.
Large numbers of mid- to low-level Magical Beasts poured in from all directions—a spectacle never before seen in the Cloud Realm since its birth.
Sword lights and Flying Artifacts pierced through the clouds, halting above the Kunpeng wing, as if struck dumb by the scene before them.
Eventually, greed prevailed. The Magical Beasts could not hold back any longer and were the first to approach, gnawing on the flesh and blood of the Kunpeng.
They treated it as the finest delicacy, indulging to their heart’s content.
Cultivators, unwilling to be outdone, hacked at the flesh and blood with their Magic Artifacts, hoping to take it away as a treasure and join in the feast.
This thing was too large, seemingly the flesh of avian Magical Beasts, with immense hidden demonic power, certainly a treasure without equal.
Since they had encountered it, they could not let this opportunity slip, no matter what.
For a time, countless beings came to taste... the fall of the Kunpeng.
The flesh mountain was sturdier than imagined, causing the Magical Beasts’ teeth to ache from biting without being able to tear off even a shred of meat.
Cultivators wielded Magical Treasures, dulling their Swords without being able to slice off a chunk of flesh.
The Magical Beasts had to give up on the flesh mountain and instead licked at the Kunpeng Blood.
A drop of divine blood was to the Magical Beasts as scorching as the sun. No sooner had a few drops of Kunpeng Blood entered their bodies than they turned as red as cooked shrimp.
Blood seeped from all over, gradually staining their fur red.
BOOM!
Explosions rang out in unison, and without exception, the Magical Beasts that licked the Kunpeng Blood burst open and died.
Blood flowed out, swiftly tainting this region red.
The quality of the Kunpeng Blood was extremely high, and the huge, potent demonic power was more than the mid- to low-level Magical Beasts could bear.
The flesh and blood of Divine Beasts were the finest among Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures for Magical Beasts and Cultivators, but alas, the majority of creatures were not blessed to enjoy it.
Fortune and misfortune are intertwined, but for them, it was only misfortune upon misfortune.
Cultivators, unlike Magical Beasts, would not be crude. Seeing that they couldn’t take any meat from the flesh mountain, they switched to collecting Demonic Blood to take back for Alchemy.
Occasional explosions from the sea startled them, and the hands of those collecting Demonic Blood trembled, hastily casting away the Jade Vases filled with Kunpeng Blood.
To them, it seemed the most venomous of Poisons.
"Good things shouldn’t go to waste!"
The Jade Vase was caught by a hand that was white and delicate, not falling to the ground.
All eyes turned toward the source of the voice, where a Cultivator in a Cyan Daoist Robe held the discarded Jade Vase, the bottle vanishing into his palm.
This person crossed the Void without touching the ground, with no Spiritual Power Fluctuation to be felt, appearing as though a mere mortal.
AH!
The next moment, the flesh mountain vanished, and dozens of Cultivators who stood atop it plunged into the waters below.
The change was so sudden and unexpected, they toppled into the sea one after another.
The flesh mountain was gone?!
Cultivators piloting Flying Artifacts and wielding Magical Treasures wondered if they were seeing things. After rubbing their eyes for another look, they wore expressions of disbelief.
Where had the enormous mass of Demon Beast Flesh that fell from the sky gone?
How could something so vast vanish into thin air?
The scattered Demonic Blood in the sea seemed to come alive, manipulated by an unseen force, converging in one direction.
Towards the mysteriously appearing grey-robed Cultivator.
Drop by drop, the fresh Demonic Blood flew into his palm, where it then disappeared. His hand seemed to hold a universe, capable of containing the world.
This raised suspicions that the disappeared flesh mountain was also swallowed by this palm.
Moments later, except for the Magical Beasts that died from gluttony for the Kunpeng Blood, everything else returned to its usual tranquility.
Many people looked at Jia Ren, only to discover that he had disappeared.
Not only that, but the image of his face in their minds had become blurry and indistinct. If not for being present here and seeing the blood-stained seawater, they would have deeply doubted their own memories.
What kind of fearsome method was this?
Were there truly such terrifying Cultivators in the world?!
The person in question was Jia Ren himself, having taken the Kunpeng’s left wing and contemplating his next move.
Since I’ve arrived in the Cloud Realm, I should try to find some usable treasures.
With fewer Cultivators in the Cloud Realm, does that mean there’s a substantial amount of Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures remaining that could aid advancement to the Mahayana Realm?
He also wanted to find Magical Beasts with Kunpeng bloodlines, to take them to the Heaven and Earth Mountain and Sea Pearl for ancestral reversion.
Once the Kunpeng resolves its petrification, I need to leave the Cloud Realm before it recovers from its injuries.
To acquire information, the best way was to seek out the highest-level Cultivator to inquire.
He used Instantaneous Movement, arriving in the midst of Mist City on an island.
A Cultivator dressed in a blue Taoist Robe was gazing into the distance, watching the direction of the Kunpeng Wings’ fall, his eyes filled with barely concealable shock.
Low- and mid-level Cultivators did not know what had fallen, but these old bones, with their long lives and vast knowledge, were well aware of what it was.
The Kunpeng, the Divine Beast overlord of this realm, actually had its left wing slashed off by someone?
This is simply unimaginable!
This is an entity that makes even Mahayana Stage Cultivators tremble, rendering them incapable of even thinking of resisting!
Who could have done this?
Although High-Order Cultivators were tempted by the Kunpeng Blood, no one dared to covet even a drop.
After all, they lived in the Cloud Realm and had to depend on the Kunpeng’s mercy – how could they dare to be associated with Kunpeng Blood?
Are they courting death?!
Before he could ponder further, an inexplicable voice echoed in his heart.
"Old man, I have some things to ask you."
He seemed startled and looked all around, only to be shocked by the sudden appearance of someone behind him, undetected all the while.
Wang Ke suppressed the shock in his heart and hurriedly clasped his hands in a salute to Jia Ren, "I pay my respects to you, Senior."
"Whatever you seek to know, I will withhold nothing and tell all."
The manner of the newcomer’s appearance was too strange, using a Heart-Mind Sensing technique, indicating that he wasn’t fluent in the language of the Cloud Realm.
Considering the freshly severed Kunpeng Wing, the entire situation was dreadfully unsettling, causing his scalp to prickle with fear.
"Does this realm have any Great Sects or trading hubs? I wish to make a transaction with someone."
Acting alone is too inefficient.
After all, the Kunpeng could reappear at any moment.
His plan was to acquire resources and information from other Great Sects, and move around with the Treasure-seeking Mouse to search for the Cloud Realm’s resources.
Working on both fronts is the only way to gather more resources in the shortest possible time.
"Cloud Sea Sect!"
Facing Jia Ren’s calm eyes, Wang Ke felt as if all his thoughts were being seen through.
He dared not hide anything and honestly disclosed the Sects he knew.
Unlike other realms in the Cultivation World, where many top-tier Sects coexist, and cultivation civilization is robust.
In the Cloud Realm, the forces of Magical Beasts far outstrip those of Human Cultivators, with not a few Eighth-order Demon Beasts, yet... the top-tier Human Cultivator Sect is merely the Cloud Sea Sect alone.
There were rumors that the founding patriarch of the Cloud Sea Sect had old ties with the Kunpeng, which was why they were able to develop and grow in the Cloud Realm without being exterminated by Magical Beasts.
Jia Ren easily knew the thoughts and intentions of this Divinity Transformation Stage Cultivator through Heart-Mind Sensing.
Even if the rumors are true, I don’t care.
Even if the Kunpeng finds out, can it come after me now?
Jia Ren didn’t waste time; his figure began to gradually fade from the spot.
He’s gone?
Wang Ke breathed a sigh of relief and saw a supreme grade Magical Treasure materialize on the stone table behind him. He was utterly astonished as he looked at the place where Jia Ren had stood, his face a picture of wistful regret.
Jia Ren was never a stingy person. The value of this piece of information far surpassed that of a Spiritual Treasure.
He had come into possession of resources from the Vast Wave Realm, accruing an incomparable amount of wealth.
He certainly couldn’t give away a Spiritual Treasure, as he could absorb it using the Spirit Devouring Treasure Art to increase his Cultivation Level. Therefore, exchanging a piece of information for a supreme grade Magical Treasure was an absolute bargain.
Now informed of the Cloud Sea Sect’s location, Jia Ren made no further delay.
He did not use Instantaneous Movement or transform into his Golden-Winged Roc Form, but instead flew normally.
A fuzzy head popped out from his chest, which was none other than the Treasure-seeking Mouse.
It had made several appearances in the Vast Wave Realm, scavenging resources from major Sects and making significant contributions.
Now, the Treasure-seeking Mouse was set to return to its old ways in the Cloud Realm.
Having followed Jia Ren and seen a wider world, ordinary cultivation resources no longer piqued the Treasure-seeking Mouse’s interest. Only resources suitable for the Body Integration Realm and Mahayana Realm were worth its attention.
SQUEAK!
As they flew, the Treasure-seeking Mouse kept a vigilant watch, missing not one detail.
The familiar squeaking signaled that it had discovered a new treasure.
Jia Ren halted his Escape Light and flew in the direction of the mouse’s sensing.
The mist-wreathed sea surged, and rows of big, green-skinned fish poked their heads out, most of their heads projecting above the surface.
Atop their heads grew bright red fruits, like numerous little red lanterns lighting up, strikingly captivating.
