txolops Chapter 186 Soul Extraction and Refinement, Main Body Forms Nascent Soul
Chapter 186 Soul Extraction and Refinement, Main Body Forms Nascent Soul
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Inside the dark cave.
The blood accumulated on the bluestone slab flowed slowly down the slope and into the huge depression in the center.
The bronze lamps embedded in the surrounding rock walls had their flames change from eerie green to a ghastly white, their light flickering wildly on the uneven rock face.
The piercing screams echoed among the stalactites, piercing the eardrums of every living person present.
The Blood Swordsman's pale fingers, like iron claws, gripped the crown of the Netherworld Protector without moving an inch.
The pure and domineering blood demon essence transformed into several dark red chains, which brutally drilled into the sea of consciousness of the Netherworld Protector through his seven orifices.
During this process, the body of the Netherworld Protector, covered in pale bone armor, convulsed violently, and the bones made cracking sounds as they could not bear the weight.
"If you dare touch my Nascent Soul, the Holy Sect Master will never let you get away with it!"
Black blood gushed from the seven orifices of the Netherworld Protector, and the ghostly green flames in his eyes flickered wildly in fear.
He exhausted his last bit of spiritual power, attempting to detonate the nascent soul within his body and perish together with the red-robed demon before him.
But faced with absolute power, his struggle was like an ant trying to shake a tree.
"If your sect leader dares to come, I'll devour him along with me."
The Blood Swordsman's crimson eyes were devoid of any emotion. He suddenly clenched his fists, and the dark red chain was pulled outwards with a fierce tug.
It was accompanied by a muffled thud that seemed to resonate with the very soul.
A nascent soul, entirely purplish-black in color and only an inch in size, with a face identical to that of the Netherworld Protector, was pulled out of the physical body.
Without the support of the Nascent Soul, the broken body of the Netherworld Protector instantly turned into a pool of foul-smelling black ash, scattered on the cold bluestone slab.
The purplish-black nascent soul struggled desperately in mid-air, emitting sharp, ghostly cries.
The Blood Swordsman opened his mouth and swallowed the Nascent Soul without hesitation.
The moment the nascent soul entered the body, a vast ocean of demonic true essence exploded within the Blood Swordsman's dantian.
His long, dark red robe fluttered and rustled even without wind.
A terrifying pressure far exceeding that of the early Nascent Soul stage directly broke through the remaining constraints of the Nine Netherworld Immortal Trapping Array, causing the entire underground ancestral hall to tremble violently.
Several dozen feet away.
Song Que of the Guixu Sect and Lin Xuanji of the Cangxuan Sect collapsed to the ground, their bodies covered in blood.
The two powerful Nascent Soul cultivators, who held sway over Dongzhou, didn't even dare to breathe loudly at this moment.
They watched helplessly as the revered Protector of the Underworld, who held a high position in the Central Plains, had his soul extracted and his spirit refined by this mysterious red-robed swordsman, even being deprived of the chance to reincarnate and start anew.
Song Que gripped a wide-bladed longsword riddled with nicks with his one arm, his palms drenched in cold sweat.
Lin Xuanji swallowed hard and secretly sent a telepathic message to Song Que.
"Old Ghost Song, this man's cultivation techniques are far more sinister than anything we've ever seen, and his ruthlessness in killing far surpasses anything we've ever witnessed. He's definitely not a cultivator from the Eastern Continent; he's probably an unparalleled demon even more powerful than the Holy Sect of the Central Continent. While he's still refining Mingku's Nascent Soul, we must quickly activate the Blood Escape Technique to escape this place. If he targets us, we might not even be able to leave with a whole corpse."
Song Que did not refute, bit his tongue, and began to secretly accumulate the remaining essence and blood of his nascent soul.
Under such ferocity, all talk of righteousness and dignity, of slaying demons and monsters, is a joke.
The most important thing is to survive and bring back what happened here to the sect.
Just as the two righteous cultivators were preparing to escape at the cost of their lives.
A sudden change occurred.
The void rift in the center of the blood pool, which was slowly closing due to the loss of the array's core support, suddenly emitted a deafening, muffled roar.
It was as if some indescribable behemoth was frantically crashing against the spatial barrier between the two states from the other side of the rift.
The raging spatial turbulence, like a sharp blade, shredded all nine dragon-shaped stone pillars surrounding the blood pool into dust.
The crack was torn open by an extremely powerful force, creating a huge gap that was hundreds of feet long.
A terrifying divine sense, far surpassing the Nascent Soul realm and possessing the power of a Nascent Soul stage expert whose words could become law, crashed down into the underground cavern through the opening.
The moment this divine consciousness appeared, the air inside the cave instantly evaporated.
The purified essence blood that Song Que and Lin Xuanji had just gathered was instantly dissipated by this divine sense.
The two groaned and collapsed to the ground, unable even to lift their heads.
Hua Moyang, who was hiding in the shallow ditch at the edge, suddenly felt dizzy. If she hadn't just broken through to the Foundation Establishment stage and had the Blood Demon Origin protecting her heart meridian, this blow would have caused her head to explode and she would have died.
"Who killed my protector?!"
A majestic roar, as powerful as a resounding bell, shook the very soul, and came from the other end of the void rift.
Immediately afterwards, a colossal hand, entirely composed of dense blood-red light and law runes, emerged from the crack, piercing through the spatial turbulence.
This giant hand was dozens of feet wide, with a tightly closed vertical eye in the palm. It exuded an unparalleled sense of oppression as it reached straight for the Blood Swordsman in mid-air.
Wherever the giant hand passed, space collapsed inch by inch. The pool of blood of millions of mortals, which had been churning, was suddenly pulled up by this vast suction force and poured back into the giant hand.
The Nascent Soul stage ancestor of the Central Plains Holy Sect sensed the fall of Mingku and, disregarding the backlash from the spatial boundary, forcibly crossed the boundary to take action.
Faced with such a powerful attack that could eclipse the heavens and earth, the Blood Swordsman did not back down.
Instead of fear, his crimson eyes burned with a frenzied fighting spirit that seemed to devour everything.
"This is Dongzhou. A divine projection that can't even get past my true form dares to steal food from me."
The Blood Swordsman's hoarse, piercing voice echoed throughout the cave.
He reversed the dark red, ungripless blood sword in his hand, pointing the tip directly at the massive blood pool below.
"A boundless sea of blood, devouring the heavens and the earth."
The half of the Nascent Soul power that the Blood Swordsman had just refined, mixed with his pure Blood Demon essence, was poured into the sword without reservation.
The Blood Sword of No Grid let out a high-pitched, cloud-piercing roar, a roar that seemed to reach the heavens.
It is no longer a sword, but has become a bottomless black hole.
The pool of blood of millions of mortals, which had been sucked away by the giant hand of the God Transformation Realm, suddenly trembled violently.
All the blood, all the resentment, all the vengeful spirits, all changed direction under the guidance of the Blood Swordsman's sword.
A thick, viscous column of blood-red water, as thick as a water vat, flowed upwards from the bottom of the pool, pouring into the Blood Swordsman's body like a whale sucking in water.
A massive amount of vital energy and blood essence enters the body.
The Blood Swordsman's aura surged like a rocket.
Peak of the early stage of Nascent Soul.
Mid-stage Nascent Soul stage.
Peak of the mid-stage Nascent Soul realm.
In the blink of an eye, the Blood Swordsman had devoured ninety percent of the enormous blood pool that had consumed countless efforts of the demonic cultivators of Zhongzhou.
He not only absorbed the cultivation of the Netherworld Protector, but also used the endless essence of flesh and blood to forcibly push his realm to the late Nascent Soul stage.
Feeling the earth-shattering power within him, the Blood Swordsman gripped the hilt of his sword with both hands, raised his head, and fiercely swung his sword at the descending giant hand of a Nascent Soul cultivator.
"Blood Calamity God-Slaying Slash".
A crescent-shaped sword beam, hundreds of feet long and entirely formed from solidified, ultimate demonic blood, cleaved through the void, carrying the supreme ferocity of the Blood Dao Law, and fiercely slashed at the palm of the giant hand.
The deafening explosion caused a violent earthquake deep underground in the capital of the Great Yan Kingdom.
More than a dozen palaces within the imperial palace collapsed with a deafening roar, and countless eunuchs and palace maids were crushed into a bloody pulp in their sleep.
The blinding light of blood obscured everything.
The arrogant, god-level giant hand actually had its vertical eye explode when it touched the sword that gathered the blood of millions of vengeful spirits and the supreme origin of the demonic path.
"This is?! The legacy of the ancient Blood Demon..."
A muffled groan, filled with shock and pain, came from the other end of the crack.
The giant hand shattered inch by inch, turning into a rain of blood.
The violent recoil also sent the Blood Swordsman staggering back more than ten steps in mid-air. Countless bloody cracks appeared on the surface of his body, but those cracks healed instantly under the nourishment of the immense life force within him.
With a single sword strike, he shattered the projection of a Nascent Soul cultivator.
Without pausing, the Blood Swordsman swept up the remaining ten percent of the blood pool, transforming it into a huge blood-red sealing rune, and slammed it into the void rift.
"Go back."
Accompanied by the Blood Swordsman's cold shout.
Because the projection of the Nascent Soul was damaged, the spatial rift that lost its power support could no longer be maintained under the suppression of the blood-red seal. It quickly contracted inward and finally closed completely with a piercing spatial friction sound, disappearing without a trace.
The underground ancestral hall returned to its deathly silence.
Only the remaining blood water bubbled up tiny bubbles in the stone pit.
In mid-air, the Blood Swordsman, dressed in a red robe, hovered quietly, sword in hand.
His aura fluctuated violently, clearly indicating that the attack and the forced absorption of the blood pool had put him under immense strain.
But he ignored everything around him and slowly closed his eyes.
The purest essence of heaven and earth and vital energy that had just been obtained were continuously transmitted to the original being, who was hundreds of thousands of miles away, through a series of paper effigies.
……
The back mountain of Liuyun Sect.
The morning mist has dissipated, and the bright sunlight shines through the gaps in the bamboo forest, illuminating the bluestone path.
Inside the bamboo house, everything was as usual.
The sandalwood smoke rose straight up, without a breath of wind.
Gu Yan, sitting cross-legged on the bed, was enveloped in a faint glow of interwoven gold and dark red light.
His face was no longer pale, but instead showed a strange, crystalline luster.
Just as the clone shattered the Nascent Soul projection and transmitted a massive amount of vital energy over.
A world-shaking storm erupted within Gu Yan's dantian.
The divine demon golden core, half of which was dazzling gold and half of which was deep blood red, was spinning wildly at a speed that exceeded all limits.
The most abundant vitality and the purest destructive intent in the world collided and merged wildly within this golden elixir.
The most abundant vitality and the purest destructive intent in the world collided and merged wildly within this golden elixir.
The immense energy, like a flood bursting its banks, washed over Gu Yan's meridians again and again, pushing his physical strength to an unbelievable level.
Even without using any defensive spells, his skin was as hard as a top-grade magic weapon.
"The time has come; shatter your core."
Gu Yan let out a deep shout in his heart, and his divine sense transformed into a sharp blade, directly slashing towards his own Divine Demon Golden Core.
"Click."
A crisp cracking sound rang out from within the dantian.
That was the most dangerous moment when breaking through to a higher realm.
If the attempt to shatter the core fails, at best one's cultivation will be completely destroyed, and at worst one's body will explode and one will die.
However, Gu Yan's foundation was simply too profound, so profound that it did not require deliberate guidance.
The surface of the golden core was covered with spiderweb-like cracks, from which endless golden righteous energy and dark red blood demon essence gushed out.
Two completely opposite forces formed a huge Tai Chi vortex in the dantian.
At the center of the cyclone, as energy continues to collapse and compress, a brand new life is being conceived.
I don't know how much time passed.
The shattered shell of the Golden Elixir completely turned into ashes.
At the center of the cyclone, a tiny Nascent Soul, only three inches tall, sat cross-legged, its face identical to Gu Yan's.
The appearance of this nascent soul is quite bizarre.
Its left half of body was crystal clear, radiating a warm and peaceful golden light, while its right half was a dark red like a ruby, exuding an endless aura of slaughter and devouring.
In the Nascent Soul's left hand, there was a small, illusory folding fan, which was his refined and easygoing righteous incarnation.
To the right of the Nascent Soul, floated a tiny, needle-like, blood-stainless sword phantom—his decisive and ruthless trump card in the demonic path.
Divine and Demonic Nascent Soul.
become.
The moment the nascent soul took shape, the sky above the entire Flowing Cloud Sect suddenly changed color.
The sky to the left was bathed in golden light, with faint ethereal music drifting through the air.
Blood-red clouds filled the sky to the right, accompanied by a mournful wind.
This magnificent celestial phenomenon appeared for only a moment before Gu Yan forcibly concealed the secret of heaven through the hidden formations he had set up around the bamboo building and the violent energy surge in half of the capital of the Great Yan Kingdom.
Outsiders had no idea that a peerless expert had quietly emerged within the Flowing Cloud Sect.
Gu Yan slowly opened his eyes.
His left eye was as clear as water, and his right eye was as deep as an abyss.
The two auras converged in his eyes, eventually settling into calm, transforming into the harmless, gentle, and refined righteous genius.
Early stage of Nascent Soul.
No, with his domineering power as a being who is both a god and a demon, if Gu Yan were to go all out now, even a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator would perish on the spot.
He exhaled a long breath of true energy, feeling the vast spiritual power within his body, which was like the starry sky and the sea, and a satisfied smile appeared on his lips.
"This move was played perfectly."
Gu Yan muttered to himself. The battle in the capital of the Great Yan Kingdom not only eliminated an important stronghold of the Central Plains Demonic Sect, but also allowed him to complete a leap in his cultivation level at the lowest cost and in the most discreet way.
……
Inside the underground ancestral hall of the Great Yan Dynasty.
Blood Swordsman slowly opened his scarlet eyes. Although he had transferred most of his power to his main body, the realm of his clone remained stable at the peak of the mid-Nascent Soul stage.
He looked down at the ground.
Supporting each other, Song Que and Lin Xuanji, dragging their heavily injured bodies, were carefully moving towards the dry well at the cave's exit.
They dared not fly, dared not make any sound, like two frightened mice fleeing from a tiger.
Despair filled their hearts; they believed that once the demon god who could shatter even the projection of a Nascent Soul cultivator in the heavens regained his senses, their deaths would be imminent.
However, the Blood Swordsman merely glanced at them indifferently and did not intervene.
Killing these two good-for-nothings is insignificant.
Keep them alive, let them go back to Dongzhou, and spread the word about everything that happened in the capital of the Great Yan Kingdom, and the conspiracy of the Central State Holy Sect.
This would make the situation in Dongzhou even more chaotic, drawing all attention and fear to the Central Plains Demonic Sect and this clone, thus providing a perfect protective umbrella for Gu Changsheng, who was "seriously injured and not yet recovered" in the Liuyun Sect.
Blood Swordsman watched as the two righteous Nascent Soul cultivators struggled to escape from the dry well.
He swayed and landed from mid-air beside a shallow ditch filled with rubble and black blood.
Hua Moyang, covered in mud, struggled to climb out of the blood.
Her ribs were broken, but after forcibly absorbing the battlefield's vital energy to break through to the Foundation Establishment stage, her injuries had already healed by more than half.
Despite her severe injuries, she forced herself to kneel on one knee, her eyes fixed on the red-robed man before her with fervent admiration.
That was an absolute worship of ultimate power.
"Master, your divine power is beyond my comprehension."
Hua Moyang's voice trembled slightly.
The Blood Swordsman's pale finger flicked out a ball of dark red primal demonic light in mid-air, which then pierced directly into Hua Moyang's brow.
"From now on, this capital of the Great Yan Kingdom will be your hunting ground. Within ten years, relying on this secret technique and the earth's veins and corpse energy here, condense a demonic golden core. If you fail, I will take your life next time I come."
Having said that, he didn't wait for Hua Moyang to respond.
The Blood Swordsman's figure transformed into countless fine, blood-red lines, vanishing like a phantom in the cold, dark underground shrine, leaving behind only dried corpses and a scene of utter devastation.
Hua Moyang lowered her head, sensing the terrifying new secret technique that had appeared in her mind, and knelt in worship for a long time in the direction where the Blood Swordsman had left.