boyutpedia Chapter 12 Bloodbath 4
Chapter 12 Bloodbath 4
"Someone has self-destructed their Sacred Source! This aura... it's the Netherworld Emperor of the Heavenly Fate Bureau!"
A scream ripped through the deathly silence of the endless abyss. The power of a Supreme Saint's self-destruction of their Saint Source instantly rose like a blazing sun, its blinding crimson light piercing through millions of miles of chaos, illuminating even the most hidden reefs at the bottom of the abyss. The violent energy surge overturned layers of spatial barriers, causing cultivators from both the Hell Realm and the Kunlun Realm to pale in shock. Han Ji, Chu Lan, and the others sensed the all-annihilating fluctuations with their divine senses, and their hearts trembled violently.
Chu Lan stood atop a stone platform, his black robes fluttering in the wind, a barely concealed sense of shared sorrow flashing across his eyes. He gazed at the surging energy ripples in the air, his voice strained: "Even the Divine Lord did not foresee that the life-saving talismans bestowed upon us would be exhausted during the spatial storm traversing the Kunlun Realm. It seems that all of the dozen or so Great Saints from my Hell Realm who entered Kunlun will perish here… In this way, the balance of power between my realm and the Heavenly Court will be completely disrupted. In this once-in-a-millennium Great Saint battlefield, my Hell Realm is likely to suffer a total defeat."
Chu Lan was a cultivator from Fengdu Ghost City, with no prior dealings with the Temple of Destiny. His entry into the Kunlun Realm was not on orders from the Temple of Destiny of the Underworld, but rather on a secret mission from Shen Tu, the Ghost Emperor of Fengdu Ghost City, to find the relic of a Ghost Clan deity who had perished in Kunlun – the Yellow Spring Ghost Pearl. Therefore, unlike other Underworld cultivators eager to stir up trouble in the Kunlun Realm, Chu Lan's sole purpose was to "get what he wants and leave," and he had no desire to wade into the murky waters of the Kunlun Realm that involved the forces of all heavens.
Yet, he was ultimately a member of the Hell Realm, bearing the honor and disgrace of Fengdu Ghost City on his shoulders. Most of the cultivators who entered Kunlun this time were elites of the Temple of Destiny, while the rest were the leading figures of the ten races and major powers of the Hell Realm, all unparalleled figures in the mortal world. If all these people were to perish in Kunlun, the mortal forces of the Hell Realm would be plunged into a cataclysmic upheaval, unable to recover for a thousand years.
Although the Kunlun Realm suffered the devastation of the ancient divine wars, with most of its gods perishing, it remains a vast world with an ancient heritage, far surpassing any ordinary power. What truly terrified Chu Lan was a secret he had overheard: during the ancient Kunlun Realm, a colossus powerful enough to shake the heavens had not died in battle, but instead remained hidden deep within Kunlun, awaiting his chance to emerge. With this being present, even if the protective magic treasure bestowed upon him by the divine emperor hadn't been exhausted, Chu Lan didn't believe that a single talisman could protect him from that colossus's wrath.
Amidst the turmoil of his thoughts, Chu Lan shook his head self-deprecatingly. What was the point of thinking about these things? Before his game against Shen Wencang, he had already made a bet: the loser would unconditionally obey the other's commands. Now that the game was over, Chu Lan had lost, and there was no reason for him to back down; he could only submit to Shen Wencang's manipulation.
"Brother Chu, I'm afraid I'll have to trouble you from now on to accompany this old man on the cliff, playing chess with me." Shen Wencang stroked his long, white beard, his aged face full of smiles. As he spoke, a radiant holy brush appeared in his palm. With a flick of the brush tip, mysterious runes intertwined and transformed into a mental shackle covered with ancient incantations, which was then instantly placed on Chu Lan.
The moment the shackles touched him, Chu Lan felt a terrifying mental pressure sweep over his entire body, as if even his soul was about to be imprisoned. He stiffened, his heart turning cold—he had finally become a prisoner. He sighed deeply, his voice filled with regret: "If I had known this would happen, I shouldn't have agreed to Lord Shen Tu Ghost Emperor's request to come to this Kunlun Realm to search for the Yellow Spring Ghost Pearl. Now look what's happened, the pearl is nowhere to be found, and I've ended up losing myself in the process."
Meanwhile, inside Blood God Pass.
Dao Shen Ling Che immediately detected the fluctuations of the self-destruction of the Holy Source. In the instant his divine sense swept over it, his figure transformed into a stream of light, traversing through layers of space, and arrived at the core area of the self-destruction in an instant.
"Dao Domain, open!"
With a low shout, the vast and boundless primordial Dao Domain unfolded with a thunderous roar, like an ancient divine mountain pressing down or the primordial sky collapsing, forcefully smoothing out the shattered space. The violent energy tide within the Dao Domain quickly subsided. Ling Che reached out and summoned a nine-inch-tall jade pagoda in his palm. The pagoda was crystal clear, flowing with a faint immortal divine light; it was none other than the Azure Heaven Floating Pagoda, the supreme sacred artifact of the Kunlun Realm.
He flicked his finger, and the small tower immediately shone brightly. The tower door slowly opened, and a staggering figure stumbled out.
"Cough cough... What bad luck! This madman from the Temple of Destiny was so decisive in his self-destruction! If it weren't for the Azure Sky Pagoda protecting me, I would probably be dead here today!"
Chi Yuan coughed up mouthfuls of blood, his green dragon-patterned armor was tattered, and his left arm and right leg had been reduced to ashes by the aftershocks of the Holy Source's explosion. Holy blood was flowing from his wounds, and his aura was extremely weak.
Looking at his miserable state, Ling Che's lips curled into a mocking smile. He teased, "I say, Senior Chi, you're really pathetic! Holding such a treasure as the Azure Heaven Pagoda, you still managed to let that Netherworld Emperor self-destruct successfully. Back in the Divine Martial Ranking, your top ten ranking, was it perhaps bought from the Inscription Guild?"
"Ling brat, what do you mean by that!" Upon hearing this, Chi Yuan immediately puffed out his beard and glared, his aged voice filled with arrogance. "Back when you were still wearing open-crotch pants, I was already a powerful overlord who dominated the world! Your grandfather, Ling Hao, was once defeated by me! If I hadn't been ambushed and severely injured by that old ghost, the Blood Emperor Qitian, and missed the once-in-a-millennium Void Tide in the Void World Secret Realm, I would have already attained godhood. How could I have been overshadowed by those two juniors, Emperor Ming and Emperor Wu?"
Chi Yuan was the former patriarch of the Chi family in the Central Region. He was a prodigy of the same era as Ling Che's grandfather, the previous Demon Emperor Ling Hao. He was hundreds of years older than Emperor Ming, and his cultivation had already reached the peak of demigod, only one step away from the divine realm.
Hearing this, Ling Che couldn't help but roll his eyes and bluntly exposed him: "Senior, you should save that for fooling the younger generation. Back then, you only lasted six moves against Emperor Ming before being defeated, but you went back and spread the word that you fought Emperor Ming to a draw. When it comes to shamelessness, if you claim to be second in the Kunlun Realm, I'm afraid no one would dare to claim to be first."
As he spoke, a flash of light appeared in Ling Che's palm, revealing two pills the size of longan. As soon as the pills appeared, a rich fragrance spread, causing the surrounding spiritual energy to boil—they were two King-grade Saint Pills that even Great Saints would find hard to obtain.
A flicker of wild joy flashed in Chi Yuan's eyes at first, but it quickly dimmed after he saw the grade of the pill. He looked at Ling Che with a pained expression and said, "My dear grandson, our two families are old friends, and your grandfather and I are sworn brothers! Can you bear to see your grandfather, Chi, fall into such a state?"
"I'll give these two Dragon Blood Lingzhi Pills to the old senior to heal his injuries," Ling Che said calmly, then abruptly changed the subject, his gaze falling on the aftershocks of energy in the distance. "However, I'll take the Netherworld Emperor's weapon with me."
The Netherworld Emperor was the son of a great god of the Netherworld Clan. The pair of Netherworld Wheels in his hands were a Five Elements Monarch Sacred Artifact, and also the battle weapon of his father, that great god of the Netherworld Clan. They were incredibly powerful and rare treasures.
Chi Yuan, who had just happily accepted the pill, froze upon hearing this, his expression shifting uncertainly. His eyes darted around, and he quickly forced a smile, attempting to change the subject: "Haha, my dear grandson, you are mistaken! You are one of only two alchemy masters in our Kunlun Realm. In terms of alchemy cultivation, even the True Universe Dao Emperor of the Taiji Dao would likely be no match for you!"
Ling Che completely ignored his words, flicking his finger and sending a beam of light that immobilized Chi Yuan. Caught off guard, Chi Yuan was instantly frozen in place, as if under a spell, unable to move. A wisp of golden divine fire ignited in Ling Che's palm, melting the two Dragon Blood Spirit Mushroom Pills into two warm streams that flowed directly into Chi Yuan's body.
The powerful medicinal effects spread rapidly, and Chi Yuan's wounds healed at a visible speed, while his dissipated limbs began to slowly regenerate.
Ling Che reached out and took the spatial ring from Chi Yuan's waist. With a sweep of his divine sense, he retrieved a pair of jet-black, wheel-shaped sacred artifacts. The pair of Nether Wheels were shrouded in dense Netherworld energy, from which faint sounds of ghostly wails and divine howls could be heard. They were the Netherworld Wheel Emperor's natal weapons, forged according to the "Netherworld Kingdom Scroll" of the "Eight Scrolls of the Netherworld," and possessed boundless power.
After storing the Nether Wheel in his spatial ring, Ling Che removed the immobilization light.
Chi Yuan, now free, immediately stretched his newly healed limbs, muttering under his breath, "That brat has no respect for elders! But... when did this kid learn the immobilization technique from the Forty-Nine Arcane Arts? Wasn't that technique long lost?"
Meanwhile, on the other side of the endless abyss, the battle between Han Ji and Master Shen Meng had reached its climax.
Both abandoned their supernatural powers and magic, engaging in the most primal and dangerous physical combat. The Buddhist Crystal Body clashed with the Asura Battle Soul Body of the Asura Clan. Each collision unleashed a deafening roar, causing the void to tremble and cracks to spread.
Han Ji's expression grew increasingly solemn, and veins bulged on his forehead. Although his Asura Battle Soul Body was powerful, it was far inferior to Master Shenmeng's mastery of a supreme body-refining technique. As time went on, his physical strength and endurance gradually gave out, and he fell into a disadvantageous position.
On the battlefield, Master Shenmeng's azure fingertips shone brightly, the power of the rules of life and death frantically coalescing into countless sharp and incomparable finger strikes. He let out a low shout and unleashed his strongest technique—the Impermanent Finger!
This finger, imbued with the meaning of the impermanence and extinction of all Buddhas, carries an irresistible force of destiny. In an instant, it pierced through Han Ji's holy armor, tore apart the protective barrier formed by his Asura Battle Soul, and precisely struck his vital point at the heart.