Slaying Demons: Starting with Upgrading my Calligraphy-Chapter 434 - 387: Mysterious Scrap Iron! _2

"Is it this thing that makes the God’s Loathful Remnants actively avoid it?"

Having seen Qi Xiu suppress the Divine Marvel, Tie Mu approached with a curious expression. He also wanted to see what kind of object could actually make the God’s Loathful Remnants—formed from divine resentment and loathing—voluntarily stay away.

"This piece of scrap iron doesn’t look remarkable, but it faintly exudes an extremely obscure and dark aura from within. It must be this wisp of an aura that the God’s Loathful Remnants do not wish to approach."

Holding the piece of scrap iron, Qi Xiu’s eyes narrowed slightly. Through the perspective of the Observing Qi Skill, this piece of scrap iron was enveloped in a murky, ancient, and indecipherable aura.

This wisp of aura was very obscure.

Even though it was right before his eyes, it was still indiscernible.

Ever since Qi Xiu had mastered the Observing Qi Skill, this was the first time he had encountered such a bizarre aura.

"Just a wisp of an aura can repel the God’s Loathful Remnants? Even a Primordial Spirit True Honor probably doesn’t have this ability," Tie Mu said, his voice filled with shock and surprise.

"We’ll study this item later. The pressing matter is to notify our other colleagues in the Valley of Deceased Gods. These Demonic Evil Cultivators have suddenly appeared here, and well-prepared at that; they surely have enormous schemes. If we don’t expose their tricks in advance, I’m afraid many of our comrades will suffer."

Flipping his hand to put away the scrap iron, Qi Xiu waved his sleeve, retracting the formations and the Hunyuan Palace he had deployed. He turned to Tie Mu and said, "Senior, the Valley of Deceased Gods is vast. It’s best if you and I split up to notify all the fellow Daoists we encounter."

"Hmm, good, we’ll do as you say. I have noted your help today. I will surely repay you generously for this favor in the future!"

Clasping his fists in a salute, Tie Mu wasted no time. He had personally suffered at the hands of this group of Demonic Evil Cultivators; if Qi Xiu hadn’t arrived in time, he would indeed have capsized in the gutter.

One could imagine that if others encountered this band of Demonic Evil Cultivators, they would most likely suffer as well.

Regardless of their previous relationships, when facing Demonic Evil Cultivators, they all belonged to the Human Race camp. Informing even one more person counted.

After expressing his thanks, Tie Mu’s form flickered, transforming into a pillar of Red Gold flame that shot into the sky. Erupting from the ground, he instantly vanished into the distance to notify the other powerful Human Cultivators in the Valley of Deceased Gods.

Watching Tie Mu depart, Qi Xiu stood in place, his gaze slightly lowered in thought for a moment. Then, his hands began to form Dharma Seals, and his ten fingers radiated a clear white light.

Countless pure white sparrows swarmed out from his sleeves, an unceasing torrent. In just a few short minutes, their numbers had reached a terrifying tens of thousands.

Qi Xiu’s lips moved, and a concise, straightforward warning was sealed within these tens of thousands of sparrows. Then, with a wave of his great sleeve, the flock of birds scattered with a roar.

These sparrows would seek out all Human Cultivators they encountered and relay the warning sealed within them.

This method might not warn every powerful Human Cultivator in the Valley of Deceased Gods, and not all of them might fully believe it. However, once a seed of caution was planted in their minds, they would understand the truth of the sparrows’ words the moment they detected traces of the Demonic Evil Cultivators.

The big-bearded fellow said that when they encountered the Demonic Evil Cultivators, they were digging a hole to release the God’s Loathful Remnants. By that reasoning, these filthy creatures also know that the divine tombs are underground.

His eyes flickered. Qi Xiu transformed into a streak of Lei Mang, rushing directly towards the Divine Mausoleum he had accidentally discovered earlier.

Judging by the current situation, the entire Valley of Deceased Gods was actually a colossal, haphazard burial ground.

It was just that those buried here were all gods who had once been lofty and revered.

The mausoleums of these gods lay hidden deep underground, guarded by the God’s Loathful Remnants. The most valuable things should also reside within these mausoleums.

As Qi Xiu hastened towards the previously discovered Divine Mausoleum, he took out the piece of scrap iron. It’s been sealed up like this; I wonder if it’s still effective?

After a short while, Qi Xiu returned to the location of the Divine Mausoleum.

This God’s Loathful Remnant hasn’t left; it’s still lingering here.

Seeing the God’s Loathful Remnant, which looked like a young woman in a green dress, still roaming the area, Qi Xiu felt a stir in his heart. He pinched the piece of scrap iron between his fingers and then flicked it towards the entity.

SWOOSH—

The scrap iron transformed into a streak of light, instantly rushing towards the God’s Loathful Remnant.

At this moment, the God’s Loathful Remnant was still wandering aimlessly. As the scrap iron drew closer and closer, the God’s Loathful Remnant remained unresponsive, as if it hadn’t sensed anything at all.

Has its effect worn off?

Seeing the God’s Loathful Remnant show no reaction, Qi Xiu felt somewhat disappointed. However, this was to be expected. After all, it was suppressed and sealed by nine hundred and ninety-nine [Zhen Fu]; how could it still be effective?

But just as Qi Xiu was pondering how to retrieve the scrap iron, the lifelessly dull God’s Loathful Remnant suddenly seemed to detect something. Its pale, rigid face abruptly contorted with an extreme distortion.

BANG!

The moment the scrap iron came within ten meters of the God’s Loathful Remnant, this bizarre existence, which even a Dao Expert would be helpless against, suddenly erupted into a black light. It shot towards the underground Divine Mausoleum, plunging into the earth and disappearing from sight.

Hmm?

The final, sudden change took Qi Xiu by surprise. So it wasn’t useless; its effective range had just shortened. It only works within a ten-meter radius of the God’s Loathful Remnants.

"Since that’s the case, then Qi Someone will not hold back."

Retrieving the mysterious scrap iron, Qi Xiu went directly to the entrance of the Divine Mausoleum. The Primordial Sword Mang transformed into a hundred-meter-long giant sword.

With one slash, earth and stones flew. Amidst the surging and boiling clouds of dust, the hidden entrance to the underground Divine Mausoleum was directly exposed.

Holding the mysterious scrap iron, and armed with the experience from his previous reconnaissance, Qi Xiu strode directly to the stone door at the mausoleum’s entrance.

The stone door, which had previously been pushed open a crack, was now closed again, likely the doing of the God’s Loathful Remnant that had just fled back inside.

Without suspicion, Qi Xiu waved his sleeve, sending out an invisible Vigor. The stone door, weighing over ten thousand pounds, was blasted open with a rumble.

A massive, extremely thick cloud of dust billowed out, only to be swept away and suppressed by a mere thought from him.

Stepping into the Divine Mausoleum, Qi Xiu’s eyes surged with a purple intent as he meticulously surveyed the burial site of the god before him.

Chaotic, crude, one could even say quite rudimentary.

Recalling the sneaky wooden puppet from before, Qi Xiu guessed that this mausoleum must have been constructed by those aberrations.

Because after these gods were slain, their bodies were just piled up.

That is to say, they themselves lacked the ability to build mausoleums for themselves.

And in the Valley of Deceased Gods, apart from the God’s Loathful Remnants which had no self-awareness, there were only those aberrations.

As he ventured deeper into the Divine Mausoleum, the surrounding air grew increasingly oppressive and heavy. An almost imperceptible gaze, cold, resentful, and hateful, pressed down on Qi Xiu.

Without even needing to guess, Qi Xiu knew the source of this gaze.

A mere incomplete piece of scrap iron can force these God’s Loathful Remnants to not dare take half a step forward. Just what kind of person stands behind these Demonic Evil Cultivators?

The more effective the mysterious scrap iron was, the heavier Qi Xiu’s heart became.

This also meant that the strength of the mastermind directing this group of Demonic Evil Cultivators had probably reached an unimaginable level.

Coupled with the vision of the future he had briefly glimpsed using the Observing Qi Skill...

Honestly, with his current strength, if he were to recklessly use the Command Talisman, he might even have a chance of escaping from a Primordial Spirit Boss.

However, when faced with the hidden technique within the Bull Demon, he was slain instantly without even time to react.

There’s always a higher mountain. Before becoming a Primordial Spirit, I must always be extra cautious in all matters.

Muttering this to himself, Qi Xiu’s heart, which had grown somewhat lax over the years, tensed up once more.

He arrived at the depths of the Divine Mausoleum.

A spirit-coffin, meticulously carved from the purest white jade, appeared before Qi Xiu.

Compared to the crude and chaotic tomb chamber, this exquisite and magnificent coffin emanated a sacred aura that seemed utterly out of place.

Buried inside... is the corpse of a god?

Staring at the spirit-coffin before him, Qi Xiu distinctly felt the gaze filled with hatred and malice intensify abruptly, as if it were about to materialize and pierce right through him.

Taking a few steps back, Qi Xiu flicked his sleeve, releasing a soybean and summoning a Yellow Turban Strongman.

"Open it."

The Yellow Turban Strongman nodded in acknowledgment, but before it could take a step, a ferocious and malevolent power, manifesting numerous ominous phenomena in the void, suddenly swept over. In an instant, it ground the Yellow Turban Strongman to ashes.

Slightly stunned, Qi Xiu then realized.

The Yellow Turban Strongman had no mysterious scrap iron to protect it, so it would naturally be attacked by the God’s Loathful Remnants.

In that case, does this mean I have to open the coffin myself?

His brow furrowed. Opening a coffin, especially the coffin of a god, was something Qi Xiu instinctively did not want to do.

But I’ve already come this far. Should I just turn back?

His gaze wavered with indecision for a moment, then Qi Xiu sighed softly.

Might as well, since I’m already here.

Enduring the gaze from the God’s Loathful Remnant that felt like it was about to bore through him, Qi Xiu stepped forward to the spirit-coffin. He slowly reached out his hand towards the coffin lid. At the same time, his eyes had already turned a pure, deep purple.

The Observing Qi Skill, operating at its peak.

Time to peer into the future once more!

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