Two Realms Shuttle Gate: Don t Call Me a Demon!

Chapter 98: Chapter 14: Flight (4th Update)

In the fierce struggle of the Evil Eye Thunder Worm, the Thousand-Handed Centipede swallowed it whole, engulfing it entirely into its stomach.

After chewing briefly, this taste, unlike that of the Blue Star Poison Insects, was as rich as comparing plain steamed buns and thin porridge to a full Manchu Han Imperial Feast. The Thousand-Handed Centipede was extremely excited and swiftly rushed toward the next Low-Grade poisonous insect.

The cries of the insects incessantly echoed underground.

No matter how much the Low-Grade poisonous insects resisted, it was futile before the Mid Grade Three Refinements Thousand-Handed Centipede, which could only obediently become its food.

Visibly, the body of the Thousand-Handed Centipede began to grow.

After evolving into a Mid-Grade poisonous insect, ordinary Blue Star Poison Insects could no longer provide growth for the Thousand-Handed Centipede, and the batch of Low-Grade poisonous insects specially bred by Su Jie became the resource for its continued evolution; he had been waiting for this day for a long time.

Once all the Low-Grade poisonous insects were wiped out, the Thousand-Handed Centipede once again entered a dormant transformation, rushing towards its fourth Spirit Refining.

One day and night later, accompanied by strange sounds, the Thousand-Handed Centipede emerged from the Insect Cocoon, its body length soaring to thirty meters, reminiscent of a train car, now a powerful Mid Grade Four Refinements poisonous insect.

Compared to the past, the biggest change in the Thousand-Handed Centipede was the row of sharp, hard spines that grew along the middle line of its back.

These hard spines on the back were completely hollow, derived from the spine.

The Thousand-Handed Centipede cried out twice, and simultaneously, luminescent patterns, resembling the twisted markings of centipedes, lit up on the hard spines on its back.

Its massive body slithered and moved, pairs of pale corpse hands stepping through the air as if treading on nothing, and its dorsal fins maintaining balance. Its body, weighing hundreds of tons, was actually completely airborne, soaring freely in the air like a bird.

This was the new ability bestowed upon the Thousand-Handed Centipede by its Fourth Refinement, flight.

Bang bang bang!

The underground environment was too cramped for the Thousand-Handed Centipede. Although it was thrilling to fly, it wreaked havoc here, accidentally colliding with the walls, resulting in several cracks appearing in the Qiankun Xuanbing Formation Diagram.

“Stop, stop, stop, don’t wreck my house.”

Su Jie was distressed beyond measure; a few more bumps, and the Qiankun Xuanbing Formation Diagram he had spent a great deal of money on would definitely be damaged.

“We can’t spread out here, I’ll take you to Tianyuan World.”

Seeing the Thousand-Handed Centipede with big, pitiful eyes, Su Jie sighed, called it back to his side, then reduced its size, opened the Ancient Mirror, and returned to Tianyuan World.

Blue Star had too many satellites; taking the giant Thousand-Handed Centipede out for a chaotic flight would get discovered in minutes, making headlines in countries’ news everywhere. Only Tianyuan World was suitable for it to stretch its legs.

Coming out from Zhenning City, Su Jie took the Thousand-Handed Centipede to a secluded area outside the city.

Szz Szz!

The Thousand-Handed Centipede cried out twice, then lowered its head in front of Su Jie.

Understanding its gesture, Su Jie walked over to its head, sat down, and patted its forehead.

“Fly, you are free to frolic as much as you want here.”

Hearing this command, the vast body of the Thousand-Handed Centipede, unfazed by gravity, eagerly soared into the sky.

The piercing cold wind blasted against him, causing Su Jie’s clothes to flutter noisily.

The Thirty-meter-long body of the Thousand-Handed Centipede was not at all stiff or bloated in the air, flying with remarkable stability.

“Xiao Qian, fly at top speed, let me see your limit.”

Su Jie’s mood soared along with the ascent, gradually becoming wilder as he let the Thousand-Handed Centipede fly freely.

Rearing its head with a roar, the Thousand-Handed Centipede’s tail swayed slightly, bringing a powerful push-back sensation.

The distant city gradually shrank, turning into small cubes like Rubik’s cubes, until they rose above the clouds.

Suddenly.

A bright beam of light shone down, and Su Jie raised his head. A vast expanse of blue sky unfolded before him, the cloud layer seeming like an endless ocean of white, slightly shimmering with a misty brilliance.

Su Jie spread his arms, the Thousand-Handed Centipede scattering clouds in every direction, resembling a fast-moving boat on the white ocean, akin to a train skyrocketing on its ascent path, blowing through the heavens and earth.

“Awesome!”

Su Jie took a deep breath and looked down, mountains and rivers below unfurling like a massive scroll.

The speed of the Thousand-Handed Centipede reached its limit. Although it did not break the sound barrier, it was comparable to a civilian helicopter. As the Thousand-Handed Centipede continued to evolve, this speed would continue to increase.

High in the sky, the excited Thousand-Handed Centipede exploded into hundreds of thousands of tiny centipedes, like a school of sardines in the sea, sometimes clustering together, sometimes dispersing in all directions.

A group of small centipedes, holding onto Su Jie’s clothes, carried him to a thick Insect Blanket formed by the smaller centipedes. Su Jie could freely sit or lie on it, but he was the only one who could enjoy this kind of flight; ordinary people wouldn’t dare lie on this sky-filled blanket of small centipedes.

Letting the Thousand-Handed Centipede carry him soaring through the clouds for over an hour, after having his fill of fun, Su Jie finally directed the Thousand-Handed Centipede to land, finding a primeval forest to stop.

After tidying his messy hair, Su Jie took out the White Bone Tree and infused it with Spiritual Power.

The palm-sized White Bone Tree grew inch by inch, its vigorous roots delving into the earth like coiling dragons, drawing spiritual energy from deep within the earth’s veins.

The lush tree canopy opened, with air roots hanging down like a woman’s black hair, tangled and densely interwoven, absorbing the free-floating Spiritual Energy in the air.

Su Jie sat down with his back against the White Bone Tree, feeling the rapidly enriching environment of Spiritual Energy, and motioned to the Thousand-Handed Centipede.

“Had enough fun? Now it’s time to cultivate.”

The Thousand-Handed Centipede shrank in size and lay on Su Jie’s chest, steadily transferring Spiritual Power and vital energy into Su Jie’s limbs and bones.

Su Jie closed his eyes and meditated, feeling the subtle changes within his body.

The vital energy of the Mid Grade Four Refinements Thousand-Handed Centipede was so strong, it was like a towering mountain. Under the nurturing of the Thousand-Handed Centipede, Su Jie’s cultivation climbed incrementally, the gaseous Spiritual Power in his body continuously compressed further.

A gentle breeze passed, the leaves of the White Bone Tree rustled, and the drifting air roots fell on Su Jie’s back, resembling countless pipelines connecting with his flesh. The Spiritual Energy from the ground and air, transformed by the White Bone Tree, flowed into his body.

Time quietly passed in the silent dense forest, with nothing but the sounds of various small animals and the bubbling noises of the circulation of Qi within Su Jie’s body. Sometimes slow, sometimes rapid—the sound of its surge was sometimes audible within a hundred meters, and at other times, only by Su Jie’s inner ear.

Gradually, impurities began to emerge from Su Jie’s pores—contaminants from within his marrow.

A faint fragrance emerged from within Su Jie, reminiscent of century-old medicinal herbs, and his skin gradually took on the bright sheen of mutton fat jade.

Su Jie’s body steadily transcended the category of ordinary beings. In the eyes of some demons, a cultivator like Su Jie was no less precious than a spiritual elixir.

Hours later, after repeated attempts, the first drop of Spiritual Power in Su Jie’s Dantian was compressed to its limit, condensing from a gaseous state into liquid Spiritual Power.

The Spiritual Power in the Dantian surged violently, transmitting to every meridian, compressing more and more Spiritual Power into liquid.