novelraw Chapter 321
Chapter 321
Xie Xie'an and Ding Ming were locked in bitter opposition. This grudge had been left behind since the Eastern Extreme Capital period and was a struggle over a Spirit Transformation inheritance.
It was strange that there still had been no conclusion to it. Wang Yu found this very puzzling.
Ding Ming did not have any real background. At best, he was a direct successor of Fierce Nether Peak. He had no master and no clan, similar to the former Wei Zhong.
Xie Xie'an, however, was the pillar True Disciple of Evil God Peak, who had inherited half of a Spirit Transformation legacy. Even a starved camel is larger than a horse. No matter how much Evil God Peak declined, crushing Ding Ming should have been easy.
Moreover, even for the sect, having both scriptures merged into a complete inheritance would bring far greater benefit.
Yet the sect never interfered and even completely sealed all information. Only Wang Yu and the others who personally experienced the Eastern Extreme Capital anomaly knew the truth.
Strange. Too strange.
In addition.
Su Yulong was mingling with Zhuo Shouyun. This was Wang Yu’s first time seeing Zhuo Shouyun. His bearing was somewhat similar to Lu Chenzhou, but carried even more scholarly elegance.
In those blood-red eyes, there was no madness or brutality.Only indifference.
For some reason, at first glance, his figure overlapped faintly with Zhuo Yuanshen, not in facial similarity but in that refined, ascetic, cultured temperament.
“How odd.”
Shaking his head, Wang Yu stopped thinking about it.
Zhuo Shouyun practiced an elite system. The people he brought into the Blood Abyss numbered only nine, but all were late Core Formation, and two among them had already reached peak Core Formation.
He had the Heavenly Fire Spiritual Root, Long Xingyun.
He had the Heavenly Metal Spiritual Root, Jian Nanxing.
These two were regarded by Wang Yu as major enemies. They were two of the three strongest figures under Zhuo Shouyun’s banner. The last was Fu Xiao.
Fortunately, Fu Xiao was too old and could not enter the Blood Abyss.
He stayed outside to guard the sect. Wang Yu was not optimistic that Zhuo Shouqing could eliminate him. In truth, Wang Yu wanted to personally deal with that opponent.
But the situation was what it was, leaving him lamenting fate.
He was given no such opportunity. The Demonic Embryo Mysterious Origin Curse had progressed greatly. Constantly absorbing Heavenly Demon malicious thoughts had deepened the foundation of his Mysterious Demonic Embryo.
Because of the extreme danger of Heavenly Demon malicious thoughts, no cultivator who completed this secret art had ever continued absorbing them. Wang Yu was the first.
Therefore, his Demonic Embryo was particularly unusual.
It seemed to have surpassed the limitations of the spell, otherwise it could not have perfectly digested Luo Chen and the Bai Family Grand Elder’s spiritual root aptitudes.
Fu Xiao wanted to devour him, but did Wang Yu not want to devour Fu Xiao as well?
Based on past experience, Zhuo Shouqing would likely continue being unreliable. Wang Yu only hoped he would not be too incompetent or too capable. Mediocrity was best.
Such thoughts could not be confided in anyone.
Aside from Zhuo Shouyun’s faction, which was conspicuous and powerful, the Zuoqiu Clan and the Yu Clan also had top direct-line geniuses participating. Judging by their features, they looked like blood relatives of the Third Young Master.
They each brought a team of more than a dozen people.
Besides them, the eight victorious personal disciples of the Nine Peaks held the greatest influence. They represented their masters’ lineages.
Yan Ling had many followers. The one keeping pace with her emitted thick corpse qi, most likely Jiang, the personal disciple of Heavenly Corpse Peak, who controlled a Corpse King with overwhelming strength.
These two had clearly reached some kind of cooperation. Wang Yu was well aware of this.
So many powerhouses were gathered here. Nearly every prodigy of the Blood Reversal Sect from the past three hundred years was present.
Even Wang Yu felt pressure. If all of these people died in the Blood Abyss, the Blood Reversal Sect would face a bleak period afterward.
“Phew.”
He shook his head, dispelling the strange thoughts.
The Blood Abyss Sacred Land was not far from the Exalted Sect Mountain Gate. In fact, it had been excavated right beside it, only a few hundred li away.
In less than half an hour, the sky was filled with countless cultivators. The scene was magnificent.
Wang Yu wanted to keep a low profile, but his exploits were widely known. Many low-level cultivators saw him as the classic example of a rags-to-riches.
His fame was immense.
Naturally, there was an empty space around him. Even if he wanted to stay low-key, he could not. Fortunately, he possessed a talent for concealment techniques that bordered on the bizarre.
With the perfected Ice Transformation Secret Art, even Nascent Soul cultivators struggled to discern his true realm. His expressionless face made it easy to ignore prying gazes.
They did not wait long.
At the end of the hour of Chen (about 9 AM).
Nine figures appeared and the noisy scene turned silent. These were the Nine Peak Lords.
There was even the Evil God Peak Lord, who was merely at peak Core Formation.
Standing among a group of Nascent Soul old monsters, he did not falter. Still, all eyes instinctively focused on him. For the Evil God Peak Lord, this arrangement was practically the darkest day of his life.
However, his mindset was good. This was likely not the first time he faced such a scene. He even had the leisure to greet Xie Xie'an, presumably his disciple.
Soon, the Evil God Peak Lord made everyone understand his importance. The Nine Peak Lords simultaneously took out ancestral artifacts, fifth-rank spirit treasures inherited from the late ancient era.
Their forms varied, including swords, blades, cauldrons, and bowls, but they shared a common trait.
They were all dilapidated.
These were once the life-bound treasures of Spirit Transformation experts, yet all bore irreparable damage. At best, they still possessed one-third of their former power.
Furthermore, although they were called ancestral artifacts, most were actually unearthed from ancient ruins. The name was merely used to make themselves look good.
In today’s cultivation world, every single Spirit Transformation Venerable is gathered within the Refining Heaven Demon Sect and the Sword Sect. How could the Blood Reversal Sect possibly have been founded by nine Venerables?
It was pure fantasy.
Otherwise, how could the clans acknowledge the life-bound treasures of grassroots master-disciple factions?
Such matters were common in the cultivation world. Wang Yu viewed it calmly.
As the nine damaged spirit treasures erupted with heavenly beams of light, the Blood Abyss took shape.
It resembled a colossal fissure in the ground, forming a canyon-like sacred land. Boundless blood clouds condensed in the sky, stretching beyond sight.
Wang Yu and the others stood under clear sky and warm sunlight.
One step across, however, was shrouded entirely under blood clouds. It was dim without a sun, but permeated with red light and a sense of ominous dread.
A drizzle of blood fell from the thick clouds. The smell of blood surged forth. Just one glance at the Crimson Abyss imposed tremendous pressure.
No wonder only Core Formation cultivators have the qualification to enter.
It was practically like carving the word danger on its forehead. The Blood Abyss Sacred Land was also a vast pocket realm. According to the records, its area was equivalent to an entire prefecture.
There were dozens of terrain types and countless fortuitous encounters.
At this moment.
The nine Peak Masters shouted in unison.
"The time has come. Enter quickly!"
Wang Yu moved. His Aurora Escape Technique made him seem like he had turned into a streak of aurora. He became one of the first three cultivators to enter the Blood Abyss Sacred Land.
He had no other choice.
The entrance to the Blood Abyss Sacred Land was a canyon spanning hundreds of kilometers. Everyone started on the same starting line. If he did not want to be surrounded by Zhuo Shouyun's subordinates and get beaten to death at the start, he could only reveal his speed advantage and leave the canyon entrance first.
In fact, when he rescued Zhuo Shouqing, his speed had already caught the eye of those who paid attention. Little Yun was sure to notice that detail.
Therefore.
Calling it exposure was not quite accurate. It was more like letting those who did not have detailed intelligence learn that he was fast. It was not a significant disadvantage.
After passing through that invisible barrier.
The sensation was completely different from previous spatial transfers. There was no particular feeling and no delay. It felt exactly like walking from outside a door to inside it.
This meant that the distance between the Blood Abyss Sacred Land and the mortal world was extremely close. Practically face to face.
There were rumors.
It was said that the ancient calamity was caused by the Blood Demon, who was sealed in the Blood Abyss. This was only external speculation. Wang Yu had Zhuo Shouqing's internal information.
Naturally, he knew that this was nonsense.
The Blood Abyss was the place where the Sect Masters of the Blood Reversal Sect sat in death for generations. Blood Dao cultivators would almost always choose this place to face the end of their lives.
Going further back, before the Exalted Sect was founded.
This place was the Dao field of a Blood Demon inheritor. It was where a Spirit Transformation expert perished. The land was influenced by the blood demon's power, but the entity's true body was definitely not here.
Both Zhuo Shouqing and Zuo Qiuming had assured him of this.
Wang Yu tentatively believed it.
The moment he actually entered the Blood Abyss Sacred Land, Wang Yu almost shed tears from the overwhelming stench of blood so thick it made him nauseous. He immediately formed a shield using his mana to filter the smell.
He rushed upward from the canyon entrance. The radiant aurora tail flame disappeared rapidly. The other two speed specialists glanced at each other.
One had five ghosts transform into a yin cloud that wrapped around him before vanishing.
Another was devoured by an earth ghost and sank into the ground, disappearing instantly.
These two were obviously elites from Five Yin Peak and Fierce Nether Peak. Their methods were extremely fierce.
At this time.
Zhuo Shouyun's group hurried over, only to find not a single person ahead of them. They were baffled.
Someone spoke in frustration.
"They ran so fast. Young Master Yun, what do we do now?"
They remained at the canyon entrance.
Large numbers of fellow disciples passed by their group, heading in all directions. Although flight was not forbidden here, there was a height limit. One could only fly below the blood clouds.
If one entered the cloud layer, they could easily be tainted by blood intent and transform into monstrous blood slaves. The Blood Abyss had many taboos. One had to act cautiously.
Zhuo Shouyun pondered.
"If I am not mistaken, Zhuo Shouqing has already made a move against our people outside. With Fu Xiao around, we have little to fear."
Everyone nodded. They clearly acknowledged Fu Xiao's strength.
"In the Blood Abyss, Zhuo Shouqing's main force is Wang Yu, but there must be others hiding. We must not split up.
"Here is the plan. Jian Nanxing, you take the lead and act as bait, luring Wang Yu to strike. Dingxiang, release your yin beast, the Nether Prison Tiger, and use the ghost prison to conceal the rest of us."
It had to be said, Zhuo Shouyun's thinking was very clear.
Wang Yu could deduce his intentions, so he could naturally deduce Wang Yu's intentions as well. Zhuo Shouqing was only a pretext. The real confrontation was between the two of them.
Everyone accepted the order, and the operation began immediately.
Zhuo Shouyun's eyes grew deep as he murmured in his heart.
"Wang Yu... If you can suppress Lu Chenzhou with physical strength alone, then let me see exactly how capable you are."
On the other side.
After speeding out of the canyon, Wang Yu entered a land of crimson soil.
According to the records, this place was called the Wild Blood Plains. Large numbers of second-rank blood beasts roamed here. It was considered an appetizer.
Wang Yu put on the Blood Sac Robe, wore the Earth-Net Ghost Mask, and wielded the Yellow Springs Demonic Sword. His aura was distinctly that of the Yellow Springs Monastery.
He held a blood-colored crystal in his left hand. At his feet was the corpse of a lizard-shaped blood beast. He muttered to himself.
"So this is a Blood Beast Crystal Core?"
Blood Beast Crystal Cores were supreme-grade artifact refining materials. They contained massive amounts of blood essence and were natural condensed vital blood substances.
After sensing it for a moment, Wang Yu smiled faintly.
"What pure blood energy. I can use this as a Body Refinement resource."
This thing could raise his Body Refining cultivation.
Its nature was similar to Blood Dragon Essence. In fact, the two were essentially the same thing.