Chapter 758

Chapter 758: The White-Clad Cultivator

"Now, the first thing to do is head to Lingxiao City." After parting with the two girls, Ye Yun surged toward the heart of Lingyao Continent as a streak of dazzling lightning, thunderous power rippling around him. He paused mid-air, gazing downward.

"I wonder what’s happened to the human world. Several demons have already escaped the Celestial-Demon battlefield. If we don’t stop them, the opening of the Demon Realm’s passage could spell disaster," Ye Yun mused, scanning the tranquil landscape. Finding no immediate threats, he crushed a top-tier Immortal Spirit Stone from his Storage Treasure, absorbing its Immortal spirit energy to replenish his depleted true qi.

"Nothing too dire. While humans can’t handle demon gods, they can easily exterminate these escaped demons. The real threat lies with the demon gods themselves," the Ancestor of the Sword Path chuckled, dismissing Ye Yun’s concerns.

The Ancestor cared little—after all, he was merely a soul now. Even in his prime, he’d have adhered to the mantra of self-preservation, avoiding unnecessary conflicts.

No one relished fighting demons. Their corrosive demonic energy could only be countered by high-grade spiritual energy or overwhelming cultivation. The safest methods now relied on supreme Immortal artifacts or rare techniques, though such treasures were hoarded by major sects, too costly for casual use.

"I still lack the special Spirit creatures needed to refine heavenly materials. Lingxiao City might simplify things." Restored, Ye Yun glanced at the lush forest below. A few low-grade spirit materials sprouted, but he ignored them. His Storage Treasure overflowed with superior resources, rendering these worthless.

Yet the hidden beasts guarding the materials intrigued him. Would the beasts evolve alongside the plants, or would cultivators claim them?

"No time for distractions. Lingxiao City isn’t far." Transforming back into lightning, Ye Yun streaked across the sky, startling beasts below. They growled at the fading thunder before resuming their slumber.

"Ancestor, I’m at the peak of the Seventh Level of the Nascent Soul stage. The next Cleansing Immortal Heart Technique should push me into the Earth Immortal realm. Any advice?"

"Odd how the demonic energy regressed your cultivation, yet stabilized it afterward. Accepting the Slash Immortals’ inheritance brought you to Nascent Soul’s Seventh Level. The final step depends on fortune," the Ancestor replied.

Ye Yun frowned. At his peak, he’d briefly touched the Heavenly Immortal realm. Compared to the Seventh Level Earth Immortal, that power was incomparable. "Breaking through again will be tedious."

"You’re lucky! Those old men stuck at the Ninth Level Earth Immortal would seethe with envy. A taste of the Heavenly Immortal realm is priceless—entire sects would trade fortunes for it," the Ancestor scoffed.

"True, but I’ve squandered opportunities. Xuelian Heavenly Immortal’s frost legacy remains unstudied, and I shattered the Slash Immortals’ inheritance in my sea of consciousness to protect my Sword Path. This trip to the battlefield barely yielded gains." Ye Yun sighed. "What of the Killing Immortal Classic? It’s wasted without a successor."

The Ancestor grimaced. "Blood Qi Heavenly Immortal’s demands are brutal—discarding all cultivation from the start. Most would refuse without knowing if they’re suited. But why fret? Things will resolve themselves."

"Then I’ll use spatial laws to teleport the rest of the way." Ye Yun’s lightning aura dimmed as white light enveloped him, warping space. He frowned—ahead, two auras clashed, one reeking of demonic energy.

A human and demon fought fiercely. Though the human held a slim advantage, his energy waned—a detail only Ye Yun’s mental power detected.

"Since I’m here, I’ll settle this." Ye Yun vanished, reappearing above the battle.

Explosions rocked the serene valley. A white-clad cultivator danced like a phantom, sword gleaming. Each strike mimicked calm waves erupting into tsunamis. The demon, ragged and desperate, barely parried.

"Devil Race scum, your end is here!" The cultivator’s sword flared, poised for the kill.

The demon seethed. This dual-trained human—master of sword and wind—outmaneuvered him completely. Even grazing his robes proved impossible.

"For the lives you’ve stolen, die!" The cultivator’s blade descended, radiant arc sealing the demon’s fate.