Void Cultivation-Chapter 202- Soul Devouring Everlasting Bird (3)

Chapter 202: Chapter 202- Soul Devouring Everlasting Bird (3)

Time continued to trickle by, each passing moment stretching longer than the last, until the ten remaining feet of distance were reduced to only five.

At that point, the golden screen of light finally reached its limit.

A sharp cracking sound echoed through the area as the golden barrier shattered, as though an enormous wall of ice had been struck by an unseen hammer. With every single foot that collapsed inward, countless fractures spread across the surface of the screen. Thin lines crawled outward in all directions, intersecting and overlapping until the entire barrier was covered in dense spiderweb-like cracks.

The once-radiant golden light dimmed rapidly.

In the end, only a single foot of golden light remained, trembling violently as if struggling to maintain its existence. Then, crack.

That final foot shattered completely.

The golden screen of light exploded into countless fragments, scattering like broken glass before fading into nothingness.

With the barrier gone, the scene beneath was finally revealed.

The puddle of blood was now fully exposed.

However, it could no longer truly be called a puddle.

Nearly an entire day had passed, and during that time, the blood had begun to stir and thicken, slowly regaining form. It writhed unnaturally, pulsing as if alive, gradually shaping itself into the vague outline of another Blood Devouring Fiendish Bird.

But just as that form was about to solidify,

A suppressive purple light descended from above.

The purple crystal released its power without mercy, and the moment the light fell upon the blood, a faint but furious cry rang out, filled with unwillingness and defiance.

The blood ignited once more.

Yet this time, it was not engulfed by ordinary flames.

Instead, strange purple, illusionary flames erupted across its surface. These flames were faint and translucent, almost unreal, as if they were merely reflections rather than true fire. Despite their appearance, the blood reacted in sheer terror.

It twisted violently, desperately attempting to avoid the flames.

That reaction alone was proof of how horrifying the purple flames truly were.

The instant this happened, Grey moved.

Suppressing the exhaustion and pain still lingering within his body, he hurriedly released his divine sense and rushed forward, forcefully imprinting it onto the burning blood. His movements were swift and precise, driven by instinct rather than conscious thought.

The entire process took only a few moments.

From the moment the golden screen shattered to the instant his divine sense took hold, not even a breath had passed.

As the blood continued to burn beneath the purple light, its color slowly began to change. The crimson red faded bit by bit, replaced by a faint yet unmistakable violet hue.

At the same time, something else occurred.

A tattoo of a flaming bird suddenly appeared on Grey’s hand.

The tattoo was vivid and lifelike, its wings spread wide as if ready to take flight. Behind it trailed six long tails, each one exuding a terrifying suppressive might. From within Grey’s body, a faint cry echoed, low and resonant, as though a powerful existence had awakened.

In the blink of an eye, the tattoo began to burn.

The searing sensation was not limited to his flesh, it felt as though the mark was engraving itself directly onto his soul.

Inside Grey’s sea of consciousness, the transformation was even more dramatic.

The red blood that had entered his mind completely turned purple before rapidly condensing into the form of a six-tailed bird. Its figure was majestic and terrifying, radiating an ancient and profound aura. Of its six tails, only two shone with brilliant light, dazzling and full of vitality. The remaining four were dim, lifeless, and incomplete, as though awaiting nourishment.

As this occurred, streams of information suddenly flooded Grey’s mind.

They were not memories, nor were they thoughts, it was knowledge itself, pouring directly into his consciousness. The name of an art emerged clearly, as if engraved by fate itself.

Grey’s lips parted.

Without hesitation, he spoke the name aloud.

"Soul Devouring Everlasting Bird!"

The moment the words left his mouth, a piercing cry echoed through the heavens. A violent surge of purple light erupted from Grey’s body, sweeping outward like a tidal wave.

High above, a colossal phantom appeared.

It was the figure of a defiant bird, its presence arrogant and unyielding, as though it challenged the heavens themselves and spat in the face of fate. It rose into the sky, its form vast and overwhelming.

With a single cry, it spread its wings.

Then, it began to devour.

A terrifying suction force erupted in all directions. Green wisps of soul energy were forcibly torn from the ground, rising into the air. Even from the skies above, streams of energy descended unwillingly, drawn toward the bird.

At that very moment, Grey felt it.

All the divine senses that had been locked onto him for hours suddenly trembled, then retreated in sheer panic.

It was as if they had encountered their natural enemy.

Fear spread through them, and they fled as fast as they could.

But they were too slow.

Before they could escape, most of their souls were forcibly dragged out and swallowed by the Soul Devouring Everlasting Bird. As the green wisps flowed into its mouth, Grey abruptly opened his eyes.

The absorbed souls did not remain with the bird.

They were sent directly toward him.

Grey inhaled deeply.

The moment the energy entered his body, warmth spread through his limbs. His injuries rapidly healed, torn flesh knitting together as though it had never been damaged. The crushing fatigue weighing down his body evaporated, and the paleness on his face faded completely.

By the time he finished absorbing the souls, Grey had returned to his peak condition.

He exhaled softly, feeling an unfamiliar sense of ease.

Raising his gaze, he looked at the Soul Devouring Bird with unconcealed admiration.

After leaving his imprint on it, he could clearly feel the connection between them. He was its master, and in return, the bird regarded him with absolute loyalty. Alongside that bond came a strange sense of gentleness and affection that Grey did not resist.

The Soul Devouring Bird screeched once more before shrinking and flying down, gently landing on Grey’s shoulder. It tilted its head, gazing at him with eyes filled with kinship and attachment.

After all, it had been refined through the purple crystal.

Just like Grey, purple crystal energy flowed within its existence.

One was the owner of the purple crystal.

The other was a creation born from its refinement.

Though the distinction seemed vast, the bond between them was undeniable.

And in that moment, it felt completely right.