Cultivating with Bragging System

Chapter 731 370: Entering Cold Mountain, Ancestor of the Yi Clan (4000 words)_2

Cold Mountain City, once a city of snow, was immaculate and wonderfully scenic.

But now, it was in complete disarray.

It was stained everywhere with red, green, and black blood, shed by either Fierce Beasts or Demonic Beasts.

Wang Xiu slowly lifted his head, his gaze immediately falling upon the pagoda levitating above Cold Mountain City. To resolve the trouble here, I must find a chance to take that thing down first!

He activated his Great Luo Supreme Divine Sense, and countless strands of divine thought spread out. They were incredibly fine, like snowflakes drifting from the sky, infiltrating every building, street, and alley as he tried to grasp the city's situation completely.

Twelve Sky Demon Emperors... twenty Demon Emperors... hundreds of Lords... Wang Xiu's expression grew solemn. This lineup was truly terrifying.

Suddenly, his expression hardened slightly as he looked in a certain direction. A snow-capped mountain stood there, towering over the deepest part of Cold Mountain City. It had to be the rumored abode of the Painting Immortal—Little Cold Mountain!

Good heavens... The most terrifying one is over there!

He did not move right away. Wang Xiu swept his gaze over the widespread slaughter, and a thought vaguely emerged in his mind. The next moment, with a subtle flicker of his will, a Divine Soul avatar slowly materialized before him.

Unlike his previous avatars, Taishi and Tai Yi, this one did not possess a tranquil and easy-going temperament. Instead, it radiated a cold, wild, and devilishly charming aura. The moment this avatar took shape and opened its eyes, it sensed the battlefield around it, and a dark light glinted within its pupils. Gazing at the demons fighting everywhere, a trace of greed crept into its expression.

"Master, may I begin?" it asked, licking its lips as it looked at Wang Xiu, a faint madness in its eyes.

"You may, but remember, you can only devour demons!" Wang Xiu instructed.

The devilishly charming avatar grinned. "Don't worry. I am you, and you are me. You don't eat people... so neither will I!" With a sinister laugh, its form blurred into a Shadow Fiend and vanished from the spot.

「In a corner of the city.」

A twin-horned demon had just killed a Human Race Cultivator and was about to enjoy its feast. Suddenly, a cold chill swept over it. Before it could react, an arm had already pierced through its flesh.

The demon struggled to lift its head, only to meet a pair of cold eyes that made it tremble. It was baffled. The figure before it was clearly a member of the Human Race. Why... do I feel like he wants to eat me?

As it turned out, its instincts were correct.

The next moment, the devilishly charming young man opened his mouth. A terrifying vortex emerged, and in a single gulp, it sucked the demon completely into his belly. A massive amount of Demonic Qi surged through his body but was quickly refined away.

"Delicious!" the avatar chuckled with cold satisfaction before dashing toward its next target.

「In the shadows.」

Wang Xiu observed the avatar's movements and couldn't help but stroke his chin. Logically speaking, the avatars I split off should all contain a part of my own personality. They only begin to develop their own distinct characters after spending a great deal of time in the outside world.

This particular avatar was not newly formed. Back in the Cangyuan Realm, Wang Xiu had used it as bait, ruthlessly slaughtering a wave of demons and plundering a huge hoard of treasures. After that, however, he had almost never released it again. It hadn't had much contact with the outside world.

So why does it seem a little... deranged? Could it be that a part of my heart is truly this dark? Impossible! Absolutely impossible!

Wang Xiu shook his head. It must be because I infused too many Demonic Techniques into the avatar. It has nothing to do with my true self! Yes, that's it!

He had released this demonic body because he had recalled that grand plan: to create a series of near-invincible avatars and eventually merge them to become his truly invincible self.

Currently, his two strongest avatars, Taishi and Tai Yi, had both stepped into the Earth Immortal Realm, granting him an immense boost in combat power. He had already tasted the sweet fruit of this endeavor. He was constantly using the Cultivation Level awarded by the System to enhance the strength of his other avatars, hoping they would reach the stage of Tribulation Transcendence as soon as possible.

But now, there was an even faster method.

The Heavenly Yin Demonic Refinement Scripture he had inherited was also an imperial-level legacy. It allowed him to increase his own cultivation by constantly devouring powerful members of the Demon Race. It was once the ultimate technique of a Demon Emperor!

Previously, in the Lower Realm, whether during his time in hiding on Demon Sea Island or during the final, decisive battle, he never had a proper chance to devour his enemies.

Now, the city was filled with the Demon Race. To pass up this opportunity... would be rude. Since these demons were all fated to die anyway, they might as well make one final contribution.

「Atop Little Cold Mountain.」

In the desolate courtyard, Wu Daozong stood beneath a plum tree. He reached out to catch a falling blossom, his fingers gently brushing the snow from its petals.

"Staying in such a cold place for thousands of years... I have no idea how you ever got used to it."

A voice suddenly sounded from behind him. Wu Daozong calmly turned around. At some point, a young man had appeared in the courtyard. He was bare to one shoulder and carried a long object wrapped in wooden strips on his back, which looked like a bow. He sat on a small stool before a campfire, heartily gnawing on a spiritual melon.

Wu Daozong looked at the young man, with clear surprise in his eyes. "Why is it you?"

The youth sighed helplessly. "I didn't want to come either, but they told me that if I didn't come now... I'd never see you again. I lost to you all those years ago. If I don't win this time, my Heart Demon will never fade, and I'll be unable to advance another step in this life!"

"Ah, I see," Wu Daozong said with dawning realization.

The youth continued to nibble on the spiritual melon. "I hear you've been doing well these years."

Wu Daozong nodded. "Fairly well."

"A house full of children and grandchildren?"

"Five or six sons, more than a dozen grandsons, and one granddaughter."

"Just one granddaughter? You must dote on her."

"Yes..." Wu Daozong smiled. The two spoke in a calm tone, as if they were truly just catching up. The sounds of battle raged outside, punctuated by screams of agony, but the two men in the courtyard seemed not to hear a thing.

"I haven't been so lucky," the youth sighed, picking a few seeds off the melon with his finger. "Not only is my bloodline not very fruitful, but a few years ago I picked some promising youths from my clan and sent them down for experience. Some kid from the Lower Realm ended up chopping them down like dogs."

Wu Daozong simply smiled, saying nothing.

The youth asked, "Your granddaughter is gone?"

Wu Daozong nodded.

The youth sighed. "That's good. If they had all really died here, I'd have nothing left to do! I rarely get to come out; I was planning to wander around for a bit."

Wu Daozong stared at him and said with a smile, "Why not stay a while longer, then? Don't be in such a rush to leave."

The youth's movements paused. He lowered his head, bit off the last piece of melon, spat out the seeds, and tossed the rind into the fire.

"I'd better not. This place of yours... I'm not accustomed to it."

As soon as he finished speaking, he slowly began to unwrap the wooden strips on his back.

RUSTLE!

The strips ignited without fire, flaring with brilliant light. An ancient bow made of black gold and Ink Jade gradually became clear in his hands.

The Day Chasing Bow... Wu Daozong's eyes narrowed as he gazed at it. "You even brought that with you. It seems you are truly intent on killing me."

The young man gently wiped the great bow and sighed. "You're going to die anyway. If it's not by my hand, I'll never have any hope of advancing further. We go way back. Why don't you do me a favor, huh?"

Wu Daozong smiled faintly and straightened his robes. "In my life, I have never fought or scrambled for anything. I even chose my sanctuary in this land of ice and snow that no one else likes. Yet trouble finds me, one wave after another..."

"Thinking back now, my senior brother was right."

"When it comes to one's duty... one must not yield!"

As he flicked his sleeves, the world inverted. Yin and yang reversed, the blue sky turned to night, and the heavens filled with countless stars. The two men seemed to find themselves within an infinite universe, reduced to insignificance.

"Shuiyue Cave Heaven... It really has been a long time," the Yi Clan ancestor murmured, slowly placing his fingers on the bowstring and beginning to draw it back.

A streak of light, like a meteor piercing the cosmos, suddenly shot forth.