Chapter 540: In the West Wind Army, Military Orders and the Sect

Chapter 540: Chapter 502: In the West Wind Army, Military Orders and the Sect

The Nine Transformation Lotus Pool was another treasured land that had recently appeared in the Wind Mist Plain.

According to the Centipede Leg Cultivator’s description, the Nine Transformation Lotus Pool had appeared in the northern part of the Ice Crystal Forest. At that time, the conflict between the Human and Demon Races was concentrated in that same area.

As the battle between the two sides intensified, the wind howled and the mist churned. It was a scene of world-shattering devastation.

At the peak of the ferocious battle, an impossibly deep sinkhole suddenly appeared as the earth quaked.

As the heavens and earth shook, an immense suction force, comprised of countless smaller pulls, emanated from the sinkhole.

The experts from both the Human and Demon Races were all sucked into the sinkhole!

The Centipede Leg Cultivator’s voice trembled. “We fell helplessly into the sinkhole. Ordinary Divinity Transformation Cultivators like us couldn’t resist the suction, and even General Du, who was leading the troops, couldn’t resist it! The same was true for the demons of the Demon Race…”

While the Centipede Leg Cultivator recounted the battle, the other Poisoned Cultivators were being bound by the Apricot Branch.

The earlier chaos had been brought under control. A post-battle count revealed that among the Medical Cultivators present, three were seriously injured, and four were lightly wounded. One, however, had been killed on the spot during the recent Alien Gu uprising.

The Centipede Leg Cultivator’s tone was still laced with lingering fear, and those listening to him shared his unease.

But being in Demon Suppression City, the Cultivators present were clearly accustomed to facing all sorts of calamities.

Once the scene was secured, everyone began treating the wounded under General Yu’s command, while Song Ciwan was assigned to continue dealing with the Poisoned Cultivators.

Clearly, Cultivators parasitized by Poisonous Insects lost their minds. Their actions were controlled by the insects, and if the infestation wasn’t dealt with quickly, there was no telling when they might go on another rampage.

As for the Medical Cultivator who had died, he had been swallowed by one of the Poisoned Cultivators and perished on the spot—

Not everyone had the skill of Yu Wenxu, who could be devoured by an insect and emerge completely unharmed.

After Song Ciwan had blasted the insect apart and bound the Poisoned Cultivator, the Medical Cultivator who had been swallowed tumbled out from the insect’s carcass.

When he rolled out, most of the flesh and blood on his body was gone. His internal organs had been completely hollowed out, and there was no trace of life left in him. His death was gruesome, and he was beyond saving.

No one could have saved him. Not even Song Ciwan.

The deceased wasn’t alone in the world; he had a junior sister. He was in the Qi Cultivation Stage, and so was she.

While the Centipede Leg Cultivator was describing his experiences at the Nine Transformation Lotus Pool, the deceased’s junior sister, a female Medical Cultivator named Zhong Shuting, took out a five-hundred-year-old nanmu wood coffin and began preparing her senior brother’s body for burial.

She worked gently, silent tears streaming down her face.

No one found it strange that she carried a coffin with her. The Cultivators who lived in Demon Suppression City were all used to carrying a few coffins on their person.

Either to collect the bodies of their friends and family, or to be collected in themselves.

To even have a body left to be collected was considered a form of luck. Countless other Cultivators had their bodies and souls annihilated at some unknown moment, leaving not even a bone behind.

A thousand years from now, no one would remember them.

Perhaps the history books would record that the Four Great Demon Passes were built to face the demons, and for years, the two sides had been at war. The Demon Race’s ambition to invade never died, and the heroes of the Human Race threw themselves into the fray one after another, resulting in countless sacrifices…

But such broad language could never capture the entire life and death of every single Cultivator.

How could the simple words “countless sacrifices” ever record the face of every soul that flashed like a droplet in the great river of time?

The great tides of history blurred too many similar faces.

In the end, all the ups and downs were swept away by the rolling waves.

Song Ciwan’s method for treating the Poisoned Cultivators was largely the same for each one. She would first use the Five Elements Crystal Pearl to break their Dantian’s defenses, then cast the Heaven-Stealing Day-Changing Skill, using an Exorcism Talisman to swap out the Poisonous Insect from their Dantian.

But while this process seemed smooth and masterful, it was not without its problems.

The biggest problem was that after the recent Poisonous Insect rampage, the condition of this batch of Cultivators bound by the Apricot Branch was far more severe than that of the Centipede Leg Cultivator!

The most severe case of this transformation was the one whose entire arm had turned into an insect’s head, which then devoured Zhong Shuting’s senior brother—

At the time, Song Ciwan had severed that Cultivator’s arm.

Only after his arm was cut off did the body of Zhong Shuting’s senior brother fall from the insect’s maw.

After his arm was severed, the Cultivator let out a sharp screech. Two beetle-like antennae sprouted from his forehead, and his eyes transformed into insectoid compound eyes…

Later, even after being bound by the Apricot Branch, he continued to struggle relentlessly, his cold eyes glaring as his insectoid body writhed against its restraints.

He had completely lost his humanity. It was hard to say whether he was still a “he,” or now an “it.”

Human, or insect?

As Song Ciwan was about to deal with this one, Yu Wenxu spoke up. “Just kill him. This one is beyond saving.”

The moment General Yu’s words fell, the Centipede Leg Cultivator cried out in anguish, “Brother Wang!”

Yu Wenxu asked, “You know him?”

The Centipede Leg Cultivator said in a low voice, “General Yu, Brother Wang is from the Celestial Net Sect, a disciple of Upper Cloud Peak. He came with General Du to fight in the Ice Crystal Forest. We all fought side-by-side to slay demons and eliminate evil, so of course we all know each other.”

Hearing this, Yu Wenxu was momentarily at a loss for words.

‘Indeed, they were all comrades-in-arms who had retreated from the same battlefield. What was so strange about them knowing one another?’