85: Chapter 85 Voldemort

"Damn it! Truly damn it!"

Voldemort bit into a piece of flesh fiercely and cursed incoherently, "These hypocrites from the Duobao Sect are actually so troublesome!"

He received news that the main force of the Earth Demon Sect had been blocked at the Soul-Severing Mountain Range.

When the news arrived, Voldemort was lurking in a small town.

At that moment, he was almost scared out of his wits on the spot.

He could never have imagined that the Desolate Realm, which he thought would be easy to take, would have such powerful resistance.

The Duobao Sect not only blocked the joint attack of the Earth Demon Sect and the Asura Ghost Sect, but also quickly established a solid defensive line, cutting off the connection between the invading Cultivators of the Demonic Path and their rear.

Now, Voldemort had become a lone soldier trapped behind enemy lines.

Want to return to the Earth Demon Sect?

It was almost impossible.

Forcing a Breakthrough would be no different from walking into a trap.

Under these circumstances, Voldemort was full of regret.

He really shouldn't have been greedy for those small merits and rewards, and volunteered to participate in this invasion operation.

Now it was fine; let alone going home, he didn't even dare to show his face in his daily life.

Once his tracks were exposed, it would absolutely be a dead end.

"I must find a safe place to hide, at least until I reach the Golden Core Stage..." Voldemort muttered to himself, green light flickering in his eyes.

He knew that the Foundation Establishment Completion Stage was simply not enough in the Desolate Realm.

Only by condensing a Golden Core would he have a certain ability to protect himself and have the possibility of finding a chance to escape.

Thus, he carefully hid in the Turtle Mountain karst cave.

This kind of underground karst cave was intricate, easy to hide in, and had sparse Spiritual Qi, with few Cultivators setting foot in it, making it an ideal hiding place.

The interior of the Turtle Mountain karst cave was far more complex than it appeared.

There were caves within caves, all connected, with crisscrossing underground rivers and countless fork roads.

Some caves were as spacious as palaces, while others were narrow, allowing only one person to pass through sideways; in some places, stalactites hung like a forest, and in others, underground lakes were as calm as mirrors.

On the outskirts of the karst cave, Cultivators would occasionally come to hunt low-level Yao Beasts, collect special herbs, or search for mountain treasures that could only grow in the karst cave environment.

But most of these activities were limited to the outskirts of the karst cave; no one dared to venture deep into it.

The reason was simple: there were Yao Beasts deep in Turtle Mountain, and not ordinary Yao Beasts at that.

These creatures that lived in the darkness all year round constantly slaughtered each other to compete for territory and food, and every one of them was full of murderous aura.

Their existence seemed to be just to kill all intruders, turning the depths of the karst cave into a forbidden zone for life.

When Voldemort first entered the karst cave, he encountered many attacks.

The first time was a group of Level 3 Profound Yao Shadow Bats. These Yao Beasts with a wingspan of three feet flocked together, emitting ear-piercing ultrasonic waves and pouncing from all directions.

The second time was a Level 7 Profound Yao Stone Python. This Yao Beast could simulate the color and texture of rocks. When Voldemort passed through a narrow passage, it suddenly erupted and opened its giant mouth to bite.

Voldemort reacted extremely quickly, dodging sideways, and backhanded a palm onto the Stone Python's head. Devilish Qi invaded its body, devouring all its vitality within a few breaths.

The third time was a nest of Level 6 Profound Yao Gold-Devouring Ants. These fist-sized ants were dark gold all over, with sharp fangs capable of gnawing through metal and stone.

When they swarmed like a tide, Voldemort did not dare to be careless. He offered up nine small black banners, shook them, and released rolling black smoke. Wherever it passed, the Gold-Devouring Ants fell to the ground and died.

Along the way, Voldemort did not know how many Yao Beasts he had killed.

He collected the corpses of some of the more powerful Yao Beasts and refined them into Puppets using the secret techniques of the Demonic Path.

Although the strength of these Puppets was limited, they were still useful for scouting and guarding.

This slaughter allowed the anger and fear in Voldemort's heart to be vented, and his mood improved a lot.

Every time he killed a Yao Beast and devoured its essence and blood, his cultivation would improve by a fraction.

Cultivating the Demonic Path emphasizes plundering, so for him, this environment was like a fish in water.

However, the Turtle Mountain karst cave was not a treasure land for Cultivation after all; not only was the Spiritual Qi sparse, but the environment was also too dangerous.

Voldemort had not been able to find a suitable place for closed-door cultivation, unable to calmly attempt the Golden Core Stage, which made him quite irritable.

...

On this day, Voldemort had almost reached the deepest part of the Turtle Mountain karst cave.

After arriving here, the environment suddenly changed.

The karst cave became spacious and tall, and glowing moss and Ore appeared on the stone walls, emitting a faint blue-green light, barely illuminating the surrounding environment.

The underground river converged here into a small underground lake, the water crystal clear to the bottom, where some transparent blind fish could be seen swimming in the water.

Voldemort's aura instantly converged to the extreme.

He could feel that there was an extremely strong Demonic Qi in the vicinity.

It must be an Earth Yao above the Profound Yao, equivalent to the human Golden Core Stage, far from what he could contend with directly at the moment.

Although Cultivators of the Demonic Path are fierce, it does not mean they are stupid; when it is time to be cowardly, one must still be cowardly.

He moved carefully in the shadows, trying his best not to make any sound.

After turning a few corners and avoiding a cave with an obviously powerful aura, Voldemort turned into another more hidden passage.

Just at this moment, a strange fragrance drifted into his nose.

This fragrance was rich but not pungent, with the sweet scent of fruit and the freshness of plants. Taking a breath of it made Voldemort's spirit soar.

What surprised him even more was that the operation of his Demonic Energy seemed to have become much smoother, and the fatigue caused by days of running and fighting was swept away.

"Heaven And Earth Treasure! It is definitely a Heaven And Earth Treasure!" Green light flared in Voldemort's eyes, and he was overjoyed.

As a True Disciple of the Earth Demon Sect, he had seen many good things.

But this kind of treasure that could invigorate one's spirit and accelerate the operation of Demonic Energy just by its fragrance was at least an Earth Rank Heaven And Earth Treasure.

Voldemort was a daring person by nature; otherwise, he would not have risked sneaking into the Desolate Realm.

Now that he had discovered that there might be a heavy treasure ahead, how could he care about danger?

The Demonic Path emphasizes the word "contend": contending with the heavens for life, contending with people for luck, and contending with all things for Opportunity.

If one is timid and fearful, what is the point of Cultivating the Demonic Path?

"Heaven And Earth Treasures are obtained by those who are fated! It seems this item is destined for me!" Voldemort thought to himself, a trace of ruthlessness flashing in his eyes.

As for the fact that there might be powerful Yao Beasts guarding the Heaven And Earth Treasure?

So what! Wealth is sought in danger.

If it was a real treasure that was of great benefit to his Cultivation, even if it was guarded by an Earth Yao, he would find a way to seize it.

The reason Voldemort was able to become a True Disciple in the fiercely competitive Earth Demon Sect was precisely because of this ruthlessness and decisiveness.

Within the Earth Demon Sect, the competition among Disciples was even more brutal than fighting outsiders; none of those who could stand out were pushovers.

He converged his aura, cast a concealment technique, and sneaked forward like a ghost.

Turning past a mountain hollow, the view suddenly opened up.

This was a natural karst cave hall, about ten zhang high and hundreds of zhang wide.

In the center of the hall, there was a raised platform, and on the platform, a small tree, green all over, was growing quietly.

This small tree was definitely not ordinary.

The tree was about a zhang tall, its trunk only as thick as an arm, but it looked vigorous and powerful.

The bark was emerald green, with light faintly flowing over it.

The branches were spread out, with ninety-nine leaves growing on them, each one emerald green and dripping, with clear veins, as if it were a meticulously carved emerald artwork.

What was most eye-catching was that nine crimson fruits were hanging on the branches.

These fruits were not large, only the size of a thumb, crystal clear all over, as if carved from rubies.

The fruit skin was as thin as a cicada's wing, and one could clearly see liquid slowly flowing inside.

When a breeze blew, the liquid inside the fruits shook, actually emitting a "babbling" sound like a flowing stream.

It turned out that the sound of water heard earlier actually came from these fruits.

The nine fruits were arranged according to some mysterious pattern, faintly forming a Formation, constantly swallowing and spitting out the surrounding Spiritual Qi.

Every time it swallowed and spat, the color of the fruits became more vivid, and the fragrance became richer.