txolops Chapter 179 The Blood Pool Awakens, Devouring Creation
Chapter 179 The Blood Pool Awakens, Devouring Creation
Chapter 179, "The Blood Pool Awakens, Devouring Creation," is now available! Read it now!
On the ground of the city lord's mansion, the bluestone slabs were turned up one by one, revealing deep, bottomless black cracks underneath.
The pungent smell of blood transformed into a tangible red mist, gushing out from the cracks and enveloping the entire backyard in a bloody storm.
The dull heartbeat grew faster and faster, causing the remaining walls of the courtyard to collapse and kick up clouds of dust.
The gray-robed old man slumped to the ground, his previously listless expression instantly transforming into one of intense fervor.
Ignoring his severe injuries, he crawled on his hands and feet toward the edge of the crack, kowtowing repeatedly downwards.
The crack widened suddenly, and churning blood shot into the sky like a volcanic eruption.
At the top of that thick column of blood, a vast throne was supported, pieced together from countless crystalline white bones.
On the throne, a young man clad in a purple-gold blood-red robe leaned lazily.
The young man had a face so handsome it was almost otherworldly, and skin so fair it was almost translucent, with a single drop of crimson cinnabar between his brows.
His long, slender fingers were playing with two crystal-clear, top-grade blood coagulation beads.
He simply sat there, and a terrifying pressure belonging to the late Nascent Soul stage swept across the entire Fengling City.
The thick dark clouds in the sky were also dispersed by this oppressive force, revealing a strange crescent moon.
The moonlight shone down, illuminating the entire desolate city and making it resemble a hellish inferno.
The old man in the gray robe knelt in the blood, his voice trembling and obsequious.
"Your subordinate has failed in your duties and disturbed Your Excellency's peaceful cultivation. Please forgive me. This person's origins are unknown, and his cultivation method is extremely strange. He actually broke through my domain with only a Golden Core cultivation level. Your Excellency must avenge me!"
The young man in the purple-gold blood-red robe slowly opened his eyes.
His pupils were an eerie dark purple, and his gaze casually swept over the gray-robed old man on the ground, who was wagging his tail and begging for mercy like a dog.
"waste."
The young man parted his thin lips slightly and uttered two cold words.
He paused slightly with his right hand, which was playing with the blood coagulation bead, and pointed his index finger at the gray-robed old man from a distance.
The fervor on the old man's face froze instantly.
He suddenly clutched his neck, his eyes bulging outwards, and the nascent soul within him let out a desperate scream.
A purple aura shot out from the old man's crown and flew into the young man's palm.
The old man's body withered away at a visible rate, eventually turning into a skeletal corpse, which was washed away by blood and scattered into ashes all over the ground.
A dignified elder of the demonic sect, who was at the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm, had no chance to resist in the hands of the young man and had his life force drained on the spot.
Having done all this, the young man, as if he had merely crushed an insignificant ant, turned his gaze to the Blood Swordsman standing not far away.
Two completely different gazes collided in mid-air.
A crimson hue, like blood, cold and deathly still.
A dark purple, eerie figure loomed high above.
The purple-clad youth, Ji Wuyue, the envoy of the Central Plains Demonic Sect, scrutinized the Blood Swordsman with great interest.
His vast divine sense, at the late Nascent Soul stage, swept over the Blood Swordsman without any restraint.
When he sensed the pure, almost demonic energy within the Blood Swordsman's body, which even caused his internal cultivation techniques to tremble, his breathing involuntarily became rapid.
He was overjoyed.
Although the Central Plains Holy Sect has a profound foundation, the blood path cultivation method it cultivates is nothing more than a fragment passed down from the ancient blood demon tens of thousands of years ago.
In order to make up for the defects in his cultivation technique, he was sent to this remote Dongzhou to try to build a perfect Blood Condensation Golden Body using a massive amount of mortal blood and qi.
But the red-robed swordsman in front of him had no impurities in his demonic energy. The kind of suppression of the source that could command all blood was definitely the most core inheritance of the ancient blood demon.
It’s not a waste of time to break through the iron shoes.
As long as we devour this Golden Core stage kid and strip him of the origin of his cultivation technique, let alone breaking through to the Nascent Soul stage, it wouldn't be impossible for him to even ascend to the throne of the number one demonic cultivator in the Central Plains in the future.
Ji Wuyue stood up and crushed the blood coagulation bead in her hand into powder.
"I am Ji Wuyue, a true disciple of the Netherworld Blood Sect of Zhongzhou. You, a mere Golden Core cultivator, have managed to cultivate the Blood Dao technique to such a refined level; you are truly a genius, one in ten thousand. It's just a pity that you've encountered me."
Ji Wuyue looked down at the Blood Swordsman from her high vantage point, her eyes filled with undisguised greed and killing intent.
"Hand over your cultivation techniques and inheritance, and I will spare your body and refine your soul into my White Bone Throne, so that you may witness the future of the supreme demonic path alongside me. This would be your greatest honor."
The Blood Swordsman gripped his ungripless blood sword tightly.
There was no fear in his scarlet eyes, only endless killing intent.
"If you want my cultivation technique, then you'll have to see if you're lucky enough to have it."
The Blood Swordsman's hoarse voice was like sandpaper scraping; his knees bent slightly, and the bluestone slab beneath his feet shattered with a crash.
The sharp sword energy condensed in mid-air into a blood-red dragon hundreds of feet long, opening its blood-red maw and roaring away with the power to destroy everything.
Ji Wuyue let out a contemptuous sneer.
"Even the light of a firefly dares to rival the brilliance of the moon. No matter how profound your cultivation technique is, the chasm between the late Golden Core and Nascent Soul stages is an insurmountable gap for you."
Ji Wuyue neither dodged nor evaded, but suddenly swung her wide purple-gold sleeves forward.
"Purple Blood Demon Hand".
The churning blood-red clouds in the sky instantly converged, transforming into a purple blood-red handprint the size of a small mountain.
The handprint was covered with strange demonic patterns, carrying a terrifying power that could suppress heaven and earth, and slammed down on the blood-red dragon.
The deafening explosion resounded through the sky.
The moment the purple blood handprint collided with the blood-red dragon, a blinding light erupted.
Half of Fengling City trembled violently from the aftershocks of the collision, countless houses collapsed, and dust filled the sky.
The crimson dragon crumbled inch by inch under the absolute power of the purple blood handprint.
The backlash from the dissipated sword energy caused the Blood Swordsman to freeze abruptly, and a mouthful of dark red blood gushed out.
His body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing through more than a dozen thick stone walls before finally slamming heavily against the edge of the huge, churning pool of blood deep in the backyard.
The rubble buried half of his body.
Ji Wuyue stood with her hands behind her back on the bone throne, her eyes filled with mockery.
"The technique may be good, but in the face of absolute power, you are nothing but trash. Since you refuse to hand it over voluntarily, then I will take it myself."
Ji Wuyue quickly formed hand seals, and the entire underground formation of the city lord's mansion was fully activated.
The enormous blood pool, which contained the lifeblood of tens of thousands of people in Fengling City, began to boil wildly.
Countless thick, blood-red chains shot out from the bottom of the pool, coiling around the Blood Swordsman's limbs and torso like venomous snakes, dragging him tightly into the center of the blood pool.
"The Heaven-Refining Blood Transformation Array, activate."
With a sharp shout from Ji Wuyue.
The eight white jade pillars surrounding the blood pool glowed with a blinding red light.
The formation activated, and terrifying refining power filled every corner of the blood pool.
This power is enough to melt a top-grade spiritual treasure into molten iron in just a few breaths.
Ji Wuyue intends to refine the Blood Swordsman, along with the pool of blood, into an unparalleled Blood God Pill.
The Blood Swordsman was dragged to the bottom of the pool by chains, and the crimson blood instantly submerged his head.
In Ji Wuyue's view, this was just a crushing defeat with no suspense whatsoever.
He had even prepared to collect the supreme medicine containing the Blood Demon's inheritance once the blood pool had calmed down.
However, he could never have imagined that, thousands of miles away, in the bamboo building behind the Liuyun Sect.
Gu Yan himself, sitting cross-legged on the futon, smiled disdainfully with the corners of his mouth turned up.
He closed his eyes and formed an ancient and mysterious mudra with his hands in front of his chest.
Within his dantian, the golden core, half-god and half-demon, was spinning wildly at a speed exceeding all limits.
"So what if you're in the late Nascent Soul stage? Since you've willingly offered me the essence of the blood and qi of 100,000 mortals from Fengling City, I won't stand on ceremony for this feast."
Through the deep bonds of their souls, Gu Yan perfectly fused the Grandmaster-level Everlasting Glory Technique with the Blood Demon's essence and passed it on without reservation to the Blood Swordsman clone in Fengling City.
Fengling City, deep within the underground blood pool.
The blood swordsman, bound by chains, suddenly opened his tightly closed eyes.
Those scarlet eyes held no trace of pain; instead, they burned with a madness that devoured everything.
The terrifying power of the Heaven-Refining Blood Transformation Array washed over his body, attempting to tear his flesh and blood apart.
However, when it came into contact with the pure blood demon essence on his body, this refining power was like a mud ox sinking into the sea, without causing the slightest ripple.
The suppression of lower-level techniques by higher-level techniques was fully demonstrated at this moment.
The Blood Swordsman was not only not refined, but instead took the initiative, turning his body into a bottomless black hole.
"swallow."
The Blood Swordsman let out a low growl in his heart.
The characteristics of the Divine Demon Golden Elixir and the Everlasting Green Technique erupted simultaneously.
The entire blood pool's array hub instantly went out of control.
The blood-red chains that were wrapped around him were originally used to extract vital energy, but now they have become conduits through which the Blood Swordsman draws the essence of the blood pool.
A massive amount of vital energy and blood flowed along the chains, surging wildly into the Blood Swordsman's body with overwhelming force.
This vital energy contains the life force of tens of thousands of mortals, the remaining demonic energy of the gray-robed old man, and the painstaking effort and resources that Ji Wuyue expended in setting up this grand formation.
The Blood Swordsman's cultivation barrier, which had been stagnant at the Great Perfection of the Golden Core stage, began to shake violently under the impact of this immense power, and fine cracks appeared.
outside world.
Standing on the throne of bones, Ji Wuyue's mocking expression gradually froze, leaving only an incomprehensible shock.
He discovered that the previously boiling pool of blood had calmed down, and the water level was dropping at a visible rate.
The precious blood essence did not condense into the Blood God Pill he had hoped for, but instead disappeared into thin air at the bottom of the blood pool.
"Why does the formation not obey my commands?"
Ji Wuyue frowned, trying to regain control of the formation.
He separated a wisp of his divine consciousness and forcibly probed into the bottom of the blood pool.
However, as soon as his divine sense entered, he felt a vast and abyss-like, pure, terrifying demonic energy that made him want to kneel down.
The demonic energy descended like a king, instantly crushing the wisp of divine consciousness he had probed into dust.
"ah."
Ji Wuyue let out a scream as a tearing pain shot through her mind.
He stumbled backward, nearly falling off the throne of bones.
At this moment, he finally realized that something was wrong.
The red-robed swordsman was not only not refined, but was actually using his formation to devour the fortune he had painstakingly accumulated.
"How dare you, you brat!"
Ji Wuyue was furious and enraged.
He never imagined that a Golden Core cultivator could turn the tables right under his nose.
Ji Wuyue held his hands together as if in a fist, and a large, purplish-black, corpse-smelling ghost-headed scalp appeared in his hands.
He poured all his late-stage Nascent Soul spiritual power into the greatsword, and the blade erupted with a hundred-foot-long black blade light, which he then slashed fiercely down at the blood pool below.
He wanted to split the entire blood pool open and tear that little thief who was stealing his fortune to pieces.
Just as the black blade of light was about to touch the surface of the blood pool.
Suddenly, a terrifying aura that caused the heavens and earth to change color erupted from the bottom of the blood pool.
The cultivation barrier that was originally only a hair's breadth away shattered with a bang after the last bit of blood pool essence was drained.
"Boom!"
In the sky, the eerie crescent moon was obscured by a thick layer of black clouds.
A fierce wind blew, accompanied by lightning and thunder.
This was no ordinary lightning; it was a demonic tribulation, its light a blinding crimson.
The Blood Swordsman's aura underwent a qualitative leap at this moment.
The golden core within his body shattered completely, and endless blood energy gathered in his dantian, eventually condensing into a tiny figure, only an inch in size, entirely blood red, with a face that bore a seven-tenths resemblance to Gu Yan.
In the hand of the crimson nascent soul, there was also a miniature, ungripless blood sword.
Nascent Soul Formation.
The will of Heaven is in sync; a blood calamity is about to descend.
A crimson bolt of lightning, as thick as a water vat, cleaved through the clouds of calamity, pierced through the ruins of the city lord's mansion, and struck straight at the blood pool.
The bolt of lightning collided with the black blade light that Ji Wuyue had unleashed.
When the two collide, a destructive storm erupts that defies description.
Ji Wuyue's blade light instantly crumbled before the heavenly might. He was swept by the aftershocks of the thunder, his protective purple aura violently fluctuated, and he was sent flying into the air as if struck by a heavy hammer, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! He's forming his Nascent Soul... In this desperate situation, he actually used my blood pool to form his Nascent Soul on the spot."
Ji Wuyue steadied herself and looked at the blood-red tribulation clouds that were constantly brewing in the sky, her eyes filled with disbelief and extreme panic.
For demonic cultivators to form their Nascent Soul, the process is inherently fraught with peril, and the resulting tribulations far surpass the power of those faced by righteous cultivators.
Within the scope of the Heavenly Tribulation, anyone who attempts to interfere will be regarded as a provocation by the Heavenly Dao, and will be annihilated by divine lightning.
Although Ji Wuyue was in the late Nascent Soul stage, he still dared not directly withstand this lightning tribulation specifically targeting demonic cultivators.
The bottom of the dried-up pool of blood.
With a muffled thud as the earth broke, a dark red figure slowly rose into the air.
The Blood Swordsman stood in mid-air, letting the second and third bolts of crimson lightning strike him.
The lightning tribulations that would have obliterated an ordinary newly formed Nascent Soul cultivator struck him, but instead transformed into countless wandering arcs of electricity, which were absorbed by the pure blood demon essence on his body, tempering his newly formed Nascent Soul body.
Having undergone the baptism of heavenly tribulation, he was reborn.
The Blood Swordsman slowly opened his scarlet eyes, which had no whites.
At this moment, his aura had been completely stabilized at the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm.
Despite being only in the initial stage, under the blessing of that supreme blood demon technique, the oppressive aura emanating from his body was in no way weaker than that of Ji Wuyue in mid-air.
The Blood Swordsman gripped his ungripless Blood Sword tightly, the blade emitting a soul-shaking hum amidst the lightning.
He raised his chin, his scarlet eyes fixed on Ji Wuyue, whose face was deathly pale.
The hoarse, piercing sound, mixed with the echo of thunder, resounded loudly in the sky above Fengling City.
"Tsk, envoy from Zhongzhou, this blood pool tastes quite good. Now, it's your turn to repay the blood debt of this city."