Void Cultivation

Chapter 335: Chapter 334

As he flew through the sky, Grey couldn’t help but recall an incident that had occurred several months ago in Green City, back when he was still in the Qi Accumulation Realm and on the verge of breaking through to the Foundation Establishment Realm.

At the time, he had crossed paths with an old man who practiced several bizarre and sinister techniques. The encounter had quickly escalated into a conflict, ending with the old man being hunted down by a local expert and nearly driven to his death.

When Grey eventually returned to Green City, everything had changed.

Not only had he successfully stepped into the Foundation Establishment Realm, but he had also ignited his first ball of Spirit Fire.

With such strength, killing the old man—who was still stuck in the Qi Accumulation Realm—had been effortless. The battle hardly took any of his time.

However, just as he was about to leave, a projection of a middle-aged man had appeared.

That projection alone had possessed terrifying strength.

Despite only being a fragment of the man’s power, it had nearly killed Grey, who had just entered the Foundation Establishment Realm.

After a fierce struggle, Grey managed to destroy the projection and take the old man’s storage bag along with the strange techniques he had cultivated.

Before disappearing, however, the projection had left behind a warning.

A promise.

A threat.

It had sworn that revenge would eventually come.

At the time, Grey hadn’t cared.

To him, the old man owed him blood.

Their conflict had nothing to do with the projection’s real body.

Who could have imagined that several months later, he would find himself in this exact situation because of an action he had taken all those months ago?

"I don’t need the techniques. Here, you can have them."

Grey threw a storage bag backward without even turning around.

The middle-aged man caught it effortlessly while maintaining his pursuit.

His divine sense swept through the contents in an instant.

Yet his speed did not decrease in the slightest.

Seeing this, Grey’s expression darkened.

As expected.

The techniques alone were nowhere near enough.

The man wanted more than that.

He wanted his life.

Grey remained silent and continued flying with all his might.

His destination was clear.

The sect.

Within Sky Mist City’s territory existed strict laws protecting the disciples of the sect.

Outsiders were forbidden from attacking or killing them without permission.

Anyone who violated those laws faced severe punishment, and in extreme cases, execution.

That was Grey’s only chance of survival.

Out here above the Dead Sea, he possessed no advantage whatsoever.

The middle-aged man had a higher cultivation realm, greater experience, and overwhelming strength.

If not for the fact that the man seemed to be enjoying the chase, Grey would have already died several times over.

Fortunately, Roxanne had left a few days ago for reasons he still didn’t fully understand.

She had mentioned something about sensing an opportunity for a breakthrough and wanting to cultivate in a certain region of the Dead Sea.

Grey didn’t know whether to regret her absence or not.

If she were here, the two of them might at least stand a chance against this terrifying enemy.

’If only Caster and Violet were still onboard, none of this would’ve happened.’

The thought flashed through his mind.

Still, he did not dwell on it.

Ever since awakening in this world, his life had been nothing but one struggle after another.

One battle after another.

One desperate escape after another.

The only things pushing him forward were the endless fog hiding his lost memories and the existence of the brother and sister he had never met.

Thinking of them, a fierce determination surged within him.

The power hidden deep inside his body began to stir.

The authority of the Wind Monarch.

The inheritance that made him a Scion.

To be honest, ever since becoming the Scion of the Wind Monarch, Grey had noticed something rather ironic.

He seemed to be running from powerful enemies far more often than before.

BOOM!

The air exploded behind him.

Violent currents of wind erupted around his body.

His figure blurred.

Then blurred again.

The power of the Wind Monarch was activated to its fullest extent.

Grey’s speed skyrocketed.

His muscles screamed.

His meridians trembled.

Yet he ignored the pain and continued pushing past his limits.

His body became a streak of green light tearing through the heavens.

The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes when he saw Grey accelerate once more.

His brows rose slightly in surprise.

Then a delighted smile spread across his face.

"Yes... yes..."

"Run."

"Run faster."

His voice was filled with excitement.

It was the kind of excitement a predator felt while watching prey desperately struggle.

Yet a second later, his expression suddenly changed.

The same mouth opened once more.

However, a completely different voice emerged.

"Isn’t it strange? He has only ignited two balls of Spirit Fire, yet his speed surpasses that of many peak Foundation Establishment cultivators."

The tone was cautious and analytical.

But before another moment could pass, a third voice interrupted.

"Who cares?"

The expression on the man’s face twisted into vicious delight.

"I still remember how he killed one of us months ago."

"The faster he runs toward his death, the more satisfying it becomes." freeωebnovēl.c૦m

As the words fell, something horrifying happened.

The middle-aged man’s body suddenly trembled.

His face twisted in pain.

Veins bulged across his forehead.

Then, one after another, faces began emerging from his skin.

His neck.

His shoulders.

His chest.

His arms.

Each face looked exactly like him.

Yet every single one possessed a different expression.

Different emotions.

Different intentions.

Different thoughts.

The sight was so grotesque that it could make one’s skin crawl.

"We should observe him first..."

"He is a threat. Kill him."

"After him! He’s getting away!"

"We should invoke the wrath of a—"

"No! Capture him alive!"

"We’ll tear apart his body!"

"Rip out his soul!"

"We’ll refine him into an evil art!"

"We’ll merge him with us!"

"Hahaha!"

The countless voices overlapped and collided.

Some were calm.

Some were furious.

Some were terrified.

Others sounded completely insane.

They spoke simultaneously, creating a maddening chorus that echoed across the sky.

Anyone who heard it would feel their scalp turn numb.

The middle-aged man’s expression darkened.

His face contorted with rage.

"Shut up!"

"I’m the one in control!"

"I’m the master!"

"You’re all nothing but worthless souls!"

His roar shook the heavens.

Immediately, the endless chatter ceased.

Silence descended.

However, every face remained open-eyed.

Their gazes locked onto Grey’s distant figure.

The hatred within those eyes was almost tangible.

Disdain.

Contempt.

Malice.

It was as though every face wished nothing more than to tear him apart.

Several moments later, the middle-aged man regained his composure and resumed his pursuit.

Yet the calm and confidence from before had vanished.

His expression carried exhaustion.

Regret.

Even fear.

"I regret it."

His voice was barely above a whisper.

"I regret cultivating such a vile and treacherous art."

"I absorbed souls to increase my strength."

"I thought I had gained power."

His lips curled into a bitter smile.

"But in truth, I only created countless demons within myself."

The moment those words left his mouth, every face covering his body twisted with fury.

The chatter resumed instantly.

This time, accompanied by endless curses and hateful screams that echoed through the skies while the chase continued across the vast expanse of the Dead Sea.