Family Cultivation: Rise of the Wilderness

Chapter 540 The End
The woman remained unmoved.

Time passed by in a flash.

The woman in the golden dress's cries grew weaker and weaker until she finally lay motionless, curled up on the ground. The Bone-Wailing Lamp also stopped spinning, as if it had lost all its strength, and fell from mid-air.

Li Xiangming quickly stepped forward, took it, and his gaze fell on the lamp flame.

The Thousand Faces of Sorrowful Flame, which was originally the size of a fingernail, is now less than half the size of a soybean. It resembles a spring of enlightenment, condensing into a turbid, milky-white bead with no visible flame tip.

"Sorrowful Mother?"

Li Xiangming couldn't help but call out softly, but received no response, and his heart sank.

The Thousand-Faced Sorrowful Flame is born from the essence of the sun and moon; it is itself an aggregate of energy and has no concept of injury. At most, it suffers severe energy depletion and falls into dormancy. As long as there is still spiritual energy in its surroundings, it will eventually awaken in time.

But is this timeframe a thousand years or ten thousand years?

Moreover, while the Thousand-Faced Sorrowful Flame will always exist, the Sorrowful Maiden may not. Ultimately, the Sorrowful Maiden is merely a product of the Thousand-Faced Sorrowful Flame's long history, born at a certain stage, and cannot represent the Thousand-Faced Sorrowful Flame itself!

After Bei Niang disappears, a second and a third consciousness will appear from Qianmian Beijueyan.

Li Xiangming sighed slightly, put away the Bone-Crying Lamp, and hurried to the woman in the golden dress.

The woman in the golden dress was burned by the white flames for a long time, but there was not a single scorch mark on her body; she only rolled around and got some dust on her.

However, the Thousand-Faced Sorrowful Flame attacks the soul, and so do the eerie spirits. Under this double blow, even the Black-Faced Dao Crow, who had lived for ten thousand years and was invincible, was still unable to withstand it.

After several attempts, Li Xiangming was unable to detect any trace of the other party's aura. It was as if the Black Cloud Dao Crow had been burned alive, leaving only a painful, distorted, and ferocious face.

But how could Li Xiangming be at ease?
He gently cupped his hands and said, "Please forgive me, Senior Miaoyin; I had no other choice."

Having said that, he used his remaining magic power to unleash flames once more, engulfing the woman in the golden dress's corpse.

Only after the woman in the golden dress had completely turned to ashes did Li Xiangming breathe a sigh of relief and collapse to the ground.

His battle with Black Lucky Crow was the most dangerous and exhausting one he had ever fought. To be able to eliminate him was truly a stroke of incredible luck.

Li Xiangming couldn't help but lower his head, as the eerie spirits had all burrowed into the green robe.

That's convenient, he doesn't know how to deal with them yet—if he just lets them hang on his green robe, he won't be long before he follows in the footsteps of the Black Crow.

He turned his head and looked again at the spotted little fox lying on the ground, barely alive.

While the evil Green Robe and the Thousand-Faced Sorrowful Flame played crucial roles in this battle, it would have been all in vain if Little Fox hadn't suddenly taken away the Bone-Crying Lamp of No Return.

"Xiao Cai?"

Li Xiangming called out softly, and the spotted little fox raised its head slightly, but did not move.

Upon seeing this, Li Xiangming immediately stood up and went to check on the little fox. He found that the little fox's aura was extremely weak, and its demonic power was barely perceptible.

"This is."

Li Xiangming immediately saw through the trick; the Black Water Serpent had done the same thing before, and this was a side effect of using its innate divine power.

Innate supernatural powers are special spells that some demon cultivators are born with, which they can master without arduous training and often produce remarkable effects.

It can also be called sorcery.

In reality, they're all the same. Many spells in the cultivation world are created by imitating the innate supernatural powers of demon cultivators. In the eyes of most cultivators, the demonic arts used by demon cultivators are no different from magic.

In short, innate divine abilities are a symbol of the demon race, and debating which innate divine ability is more powerful is a topic that is discussed with great interest in almost every cultivation market.

However, in reality, not every demon cultivator can comprehend their innate divine ability. The fact that the spotted little fox possesses this skill indicates that its origins are extraordinary. This is evident from the fact that it was able to approach the Black-Clad Dao Crow without being detected.

Seeing that it was in pain, Li Xiangming took out a few candy-like pills from his storage bag and handed them over—these were healing pills specially prepared for spirit pets, and he always carried some with him because he cherished the Blackwater Serpent.

"Eek?" The little spotted fox was initially puzzled, clearly having never seen anything like it before.

But after smelling it, he quickly swallowed it.

He then lay down on the spot, seemingly trying to heal himself.

Li Xiangming simply ignored it, turned around and collected the ashes of the woman in the golden dress, put them into a slightly larger jade bottle, and planned to take them out for burial—although the Black Cloud Dao Crow was vicious, the body of the Wonderful Sound Immortal was always innocent.

As for the two-colored fox demon
Already too dead to die any more.

He glanced at it twice, then found a clean piece of clothing in his storage bag to cover himself. How to deal with him would depend on the little fox's opinion.

After doing all this, Li Xiangming did not stop, but left the stone hall—Su Qing was the purpose of his trip, and he could not rest until he found her.

Along the way, the crows all seemed to have seen a ghost, flying away in fright.

Li Xiangming paid no attention to them. After wandering around, he finally stopped in front of an unfamiliar stone chamber.

The stone chamber was tightly closed, but many crows stood guard outside, lingering and unwilling to leave.

Without any hesitation, Li Xiangming urged the evil spirits within the green robe to drive them all away. He then opened the stone door, revealing wooden puppets scattered everywhere.

Upon closer inspection, there were no fewer than a thousand!

In addition, there are many exquisitely crafted puppets, some inlaid with gold and jade, others cast in iron, with various shapes and forms, including lifelike human figures, ferocious and terrifying beasts, and many strange and unusual creatures.

What's puzzling is that many of the puppets are made of mixed materials and even have been repaired, making them look quite strange.

Li Xiangming was surprised, but quickly realized what was happening.

The Purple Yin True Lord left a will, strictly ordering his clansmen to go out.

It can be said that Ziyin Cave has lived in isolation from the world for nearly 10,000 years.

At first, things were fine. The Purple Yin Cave was rich in spiritual energy, so when the Su family moved, they naturally made corresponding plans, such as planting spiritual herbs and medicines needed for alchemy, and developing the mineral veins that already existed in the secret realm.

The Su family has few cultivators, so it's not surprising that they have grown rapidly under reasonable planning.

However, as the number of people increases and spiritual energy dwindles, this momentum of development will inevitably slow down.

Especially since the Black Cloud Dao Crows had repeatedly faced opposition from the Su family cultivators, how could they dare to allow them to grow stronger?
Today, the Su family cultivators are almost extinct, and the Purple Yin Cave can no longer produce any cultivation resources. If the Black Lucky Dao Crow wants to refine a puppet, it will have to piece together resources from various sources.

Even so, it was still able to produce so many finished products, which shows its talent in the art of puppetry!
Li Xiangming felt both moved and fearful.

What's remarkable is that a mere crow spirit has mastered puppetry, a skill most human cultivators cannot learn; what's frightening is that if Black Lucky Dao Crow had three or five puppets with him, his chances of winning would be virtually zero.

However, after taking a few steps...

Li Xiangming then discovered that it wasn't Black Cloud Dao Crow's carelessness—none of these thousands of puppets had been crafted. In other words, Black Cloud Dao Crow had never intended to use them for its own purposes.

Li Xiangming didn't know why.

With a sense of doubt, he continued to delve deeper, and then his expression suddenly froze.

He actually saw the Yellow Turban Warriors.

The Yellow Turban Warrior was still imposing, his golden armor gleaming and exuding power and might, but his golden eyes were dull and lifeless, as if they, like his fallen body, told of a hero's twilight.

One, two, three.
The three Yellow Turban warriors are all here!

Li Xiangming was deeply shocked. Just as he was about to take a closer look, he suddenly felt something and turned to look at a stone table in the corner of the stone chamber.

Behind the stone table, on a stone chair, sat a woman with an expressionless face.

(End of this chapter)