Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant-Chapter 1516 - 80 Outer Realm Heavenly Demon

Chapter 1516 -80 Outer Realm Heavenly Demon

“What exactly happened here?”

The Ice Daoist looked around at the temples that had collapsed due to lack of maintenance.

His expression was unusually solemn.

He then looked down slightly, staring at a piece of human skin he was clutching in his hand, his face subtly darkening:

“It’s a monk from the Xituo Continent… Their flesh and blood have been completely drained.”

Although only the skin was left, a careful examination of the skin still allowed one to identify their origins.

These were all remains of Class III and Class IV cultivators from the Xituo Continent.

There were no Class I or Class II remains, perhaps because their mana was not sufficient to thoroughly refine their flesh such that it could not be preserved.

“But what exactly did these monks encounter?”

A doubt naturally arose in the heart of the Ice Daoist.

He shifted his steps, pushed the door, and stepped into a well-preserved temple.

Inside, the statues of the Buddhas standing calmly as ever, and in the incense burners before them, the remnants of burnt incense ashes still lingered.

One could faintly smell the sandalwood scent permeating the air.

And even hear the barely perceptible echoes of chanting.

The prayer mats before the Buddha statues were left unarranged, slightly disordered.

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The futons used by the monks for worshiping Buddha and reciting sutras were also placed haphazardly around the sides of the hall.

It seemed as though these monks had just gone out for their morning practice and would soon return.

Or as if they encountered some urgent matter, so urgent that they left the temple in a hurry without time to tidy up.

Everything appeared so hasty, imbued with an inexplicable urgency.

Yet these temples ultimately failed to welcome back their owners.

They stood silently in a corner of the vast white expanse of the ice plain.

As if they would continue to stand for a very long time to come.

The Ice Daoist carefully surveyed the surroundings but ultimately found no further clues.

He could only surmise that the instigator of all this had appeared very abruptly.

“Did they encounter the Demon Sect? Or something else?”

The Ice Daoist couldn’t help but ponder.

This speculation persisted until he saw a startling, curved scratch behind the door’s wall of a collapsed temple, giving him some direction.

Being skilled in Beast Control, the Ice Daoist almost immediately recognized that this scratch was not formed by a cultivator’s spell or Magic Tool.

“Demonic Beast?”

“Or Spirit Beast?”

Spirit Beasts have Spiritual Wisdom, but that doesn’t mean they are easy to get along with.

It’s not impossible for them to have attacked the monks of the Xituo Continent.

The only debatable point is, although many Divinity Transformation monks from the Xituo Continent tried to repair the heavens with their bodies during the calamity, even without these monks, there should still be plenty of those in the Nascent Soul Realm and Golden Core Realm left on such a vast continent.

What kind of Spirit Beast or Demonic Beast could have caused such massive harm to these monks?

“Class V?”

The Ice Daoist shook his head slightly in his heart.

This possibility is indeed very slim; the restrictions of the heavens and earth are not solely directed at cultivators.

“Class IV… unless it’s like the Wu Monkey King.”

But the Ice Daoist shook his head again.

The Wu Monkey King, having integrated the Void Refinement Heritage “Unseen Power” and the Immortal Ascension “Nine Changes of the Ape God” secret techniques from the Xituo Continent’s Master Xinyuan, grew from a mere lower-grade Class II Spirit Beast to his current status, where he can just barely confront a Divinity Transformation cultivator.

Apart from the Wu Monkey King’s exceptional Talent, there’s also the reason of its original body being cultivated at any cost.

Spirit Beasts or Demonic Beasts in the wild, even if they have divine beast bloodline heritage, would not be a match for the Wu Monkey King within the same class.

Unless there was a large number of such Spirit Beasts attacking.

But how could there be so many high-class Spirit Beasts on this barren plain?

The Ice Daoist pondered for a moment, then raised his hand to collect all the Magic Tools in the abandoned temple, and gathered all the human skins and robes in one place for burial.

It wasn’t that he felt compassion, but he remembered the monks from the Xituo Continent who had attempted to mend the heavens in the past. The monks from the Xituo Continent who faced the great ordeal on the extreme northern ice plains were, after all, their junior disciples. If he had not encountered them, it would have been another matter, but now that he had, it was somewhat an expression of his sentiment.

“However… according to what the original body said, the method to solve the breeding problem of the Dao Intent Spirit Beasts lies in the Northsea Continent, but where exactly?”

A trace of confusion inevitably rose in the Ice Daoist’s heart.

His mind was clear, but the Divination Path is profoundly mysterious; with just one ‘North,’ he had no idea where to begin. Therefore, after deliberating for a while, he decided to stick to the original plan and head towards the Northern Ice Abyss, where his former teacher Mu Lian had once taken her to cultivate.

He had reached a bottleneck in his Ice Skill; one more step, and he could condense the Dao Secret, and then proceed to Immortal Ascension.

But this step, seemingly within grasp, is like the ends of the earth.

If one cannot truly understand and comprehend, even a thousand or ten thousand years might pass without being able to take this small yet vast step.

The thoughts in his mind passed in an instant.

Walking on the endless ice plain, he looked out over the ice mountains and snowfields, the turquoise seas and jade lakes…

This extremely cold world could also be described as a splendid earthly boundary.

Yet there weren’t many ripples in the Ice Daoist’s heart.

He was well aware that beneath this beautiful expanse of ice lay the giant Mystic Tortoise that had emerged during the calamity.

If it remained motionless, all would be well, but if it stirred, no one in the entire Little Cang World could bear the consequences.

Heading northward, braving the frost and snow on his face.

Perhaps because the Mystic Tortoise had moved previously, the environment here—the landscape, mountains, and rivers—had completely changed compared to what he remembered.