Chapter 1161: The Fake Spring of Life
Translator: Noodletown Translated Editor: Noodletown Translated
Qingfeng Li stared at Snow Eagle King with such coldness that its feathers stood up in fear.
The Snow Eagle King was surprised that this self-cultivator from the East didn’t believe him.
Shwoooop…
Suddenly, a huge crowd of self-cultivators appeared, flying towards them.
Leading the pack was Augustine, Uranus, Augustus, Uris, and Poseidon, with other self-cultivators close behind.
“That’s the Spring of Life, go for it!” a blonde self-cultivator shouted as he advanced forward at full speed.
“I’ll kill anyone who fights with me for the Spring of Life,” Augustine said coldly.
He waved his palm, gathering immense energy. With one swift movement, he slapped the blonde self-cultivator away, shattering the poor guy into a million pieces.
The Tiger Continent’s self-cultivators were furious at Augustine’s arrogance – they couldn’t believe that he would kill other people just to take the Spring of Life for himself.
However, they did not have the guts to curse at him. Augustine was the Pope’s godson, and he was very strong; challenging him would be a one-way ticket to death.
“Bahahahah, the Spring of Life is mine, no one can steal it from me!” Augustine laughed arrogantly.
His body moved towards the Spring of Life like a speeding arrow; he landed above the Spring of Life in the blink of an eye.
Holding out his right hand, he reached towards the spring and grabbed at the water.
However, as his hand touched the green waters, Augustine let out a gruesome shriek.
“Ahhh! That really hurt,” Augustine exclaimed as he retreated. The flesh on his right palm had been burnt off, his pale-white bones exposed. It was horrifying.
The green spring water was actually corrosive, and it burned right through Augustine’s flesh and blood.
People’s expressions changed as they saw what happened; Augustine was the strongest of the group, and he was a cultivator of the Heavenly Cultivation Technique – imagine how malicious the water was if it had the power to erode right through his palm!
Whoosh!
A green vine emerged from the waters just as Augustine tried to escape.
Thorns as thick as arms stemmed from the vines, tangling Augustine within it in a split second.
He struggled but could not free himself from the green vines.
Augustine’s right hand had eroded, but his left hand was still intact – with his left fist, he conjured the God of Light’s Fist, and aimed it at the green vines.
The fist was capable of shattering a mountain, yet when it hit the green vines, it did nothing but leave a small scratch.
The thorns dug into Augustine’s skin as they suckled at his blood.
“Father, Uranus, please come save me!” he shouted in horror.
Augustine was filled with regret – this wasn’t the Spring of Life, it was the Spring of Death!
The other Tiger Continent’s self-cultivators looked at Augustine in fear as they retreated.
Qingfeng Li’s expression changed as well; a strong energy exuded from the green vines that shook him to the core.
“Cat, do you know what this is?” Qingfeng Li asked with a frown on his face.
The Cat of Fate replied, “Yes I do, this is the Green Vine of a Thousand Demons, a creature at the fifth level of the Spirit King Realm. It’s a demonic vine of the God of Destruction, and it sucks the blood and flesh of human beings.”
Qingfeng Li nodded; he had heard of the God of Destruction – it was a powerful Sky God and the enemy of the God of Life. The God of Life created lives, while the God of destruction destroyed and killed.
How did the green vine of a thousand devils appear atop the mountain of the God of Life? Qingfeng Li wondered in surprise.
Meanwhile, Augustus and Uranus attacked the green vines with all their might.
Bam! Smack! Crack!
Countless attacks were heaved at the green vines, knocking it heavily and cracking its thorns.
Augustus had in hand the Book of the Dead, and Uranus had the Pearl of the Thunder God; both were deadly to the green vine of a thousand devils.
Unleashing lightning bolts, the Pearl of the Thunder God cracked and roared, exuding terrifying energy. It blew up the vines’ surface until finally, it retreated back into the waters.
A concerned Augustus helped Augustine back onto the ground, “Son, are you alright?”
Rolling his eyes, Augustine answered, “Father, of course I’m not alright. My right hand is gone.”
Augustus shook his head, “Don’t worry, once we find the real Spring of Life, it will be able to heal your hand.”
Augustine’s face lit up for a moment, but immediately dimmed as he shook his head, “Father, this spring is a fake, and we have no idea where the real Spring of Life is.”
Augustus smiled faintly, “We don’t know, but the Cat of Fate does.”
Augustus stood up and walked towards the Cat of Fate – he knew that it was the key to finding the Spring of Life and saving his son’s hand.
“Old man, what are you looking at me for?” the Cat of Fate asked.
“Because I want to capture you of course.” Augustus snickered.
The Cat of Fate hid behind Qingfeng Li immediately upon hearing this, exclaiming, “This old man wants to capture me, go deal with him!”
Qingfeng Li nodded; he knew the cat was using him as its lackey, but he needed to help because only the cat could help him find the Spring of Life.
“Move out of the way,” Augustus said to Qingfeng Li.
“Who do you think you are? Why should I listen to you?” Qingfeng Li responded scornfully.
Augustus’s face darkened upon hearing Qingfeng Li’s remarks. He was the leader of the Sky Gods Alliance, did Qingfeng Li have a death wish?
“Book of the Dead,” Augustus bellowed as he took out a black book.
The first creature to come out of the book was the crocodile patriarch; like a zombie, it had an expressionless face and dead eyes.
Qingfeng Li was shocked at the sight of the crocodile patriarch, as he thought that he had killed it a few months ago; had he been revived?
Camilla explained as if she understood his shock, “My master, that isn’t the real crocodile patriarch, it’s just an undead corpse.
