Probing

"Chief... does our Fire Crow Tribe really no longer need to fear the major tribes of Profound Nether Main City?"

An old hunter, his face weathered by time, choked back tears, his cloudy eyes welling with them.

"I'm not afraid anymore."

Chen Fan patted the old man on the shoulder, his eyes calm and gentle, the overwhelming ferocity from the fight gone, making him seem like an ordinary boy next door.

"Even if the sky falls, I'll be the first to hold it up. Uncle, focus on recovering. Apply the medicine three times a day, don't be stingy with it."

These few simple words, devoid of any of the imposing airs of Martial God ruling over all realms, caused the Qi and Blood of every Fire Crow Tribe present to surge wildly.

The entire village erupted in thunderous cheers as they survived the calamity, and an unprecedented sense of community spirit rose up on this barren Blackstone Mountain.

Three thousand miles away.

Deep within the Black Fiend Gate in the Profound Nether Main City.

Above the smooth, flat plaza of white bones, space suddenly began to twist violently without warning. Accompanied by a deafening tearing roar, an extremely dense beam of blood-red light stumbled and rolled out from the void rift.

Puff!

Ancestor Wusha slammed his knees onto the hard stone slab, causing the entire stone platform to crack like a spider web.

His hair was disheveled, and his once shriveled and tall figure had shrunk by almost a size. His black robe was soaked in blood and emitted a pungent, burnt smell.

Most horrifying of all was his chest, where the entire chest was completely sunken into a deep pit the size of a bowl, with stark white, broken Bone Spikes the flesh, mixed with black blood clots constantly gushing outwards.

"Damn it... damn monster! Cough cough!"

With trembling hands Ancestor Wusha Sha pulled out a small white jade bottle from his robes. Without even removing the stopper, he bit the entire bottle to pieces and swallowed three Ninth-Turn Life-Restoring Pills, which exuded a rich life force, mixed with blood.

The pill entered his stomach, and its violent medicinal power surged through his shattered meridians, barely managing to stabilize the scattered Qi and Blood within his body.

However, on the perfectly round Golden Core deep within his Dantian, a clearly visible crack was slowly emanating a chilling death aura, and each flow of True Qi brought excruciating pain, as if his skin had been peeled off and his bones had been torn apart.

"That little bastard... just who is he?!"

Ancestor Wusha leaned against the foot of the White Bone Throne, his withered fingers deeply embedded in the stone crevices, and lingering fear remained in his eyes.

A pure physical attack against Eighth-Order opponent!

His technique of exerting force was so smooth and skillful that it was flawless. The Yin-Yang Dao Principles he invoked with every move were so profound that even this old monster who had lived for three hundred years could not see through them at all!

This is definitely not a wild native that grew up in the Wasteland. Even if it were one of the few reclusive old monsters in the core of the main city who had been reincarnated and possessed a body, it would be impossible for them to display such heaven-defying abilities at such a young age!

Just as Ancestor Wusha gritted his teeth and circulated his True Essence, attempting to suppress the injury to his Golden Core,

Buzz!

The spiritual energy above the Black Fiend Gate suddenly stagnated, and the temperature of the originally dark and cold Void instantly rose by several hundred degrees.

A blazing and violent aura swept rapidly from the city, accompanied by a thunderous laugh, directly piercing through the multiple defensive Formation Array surrounding the forbidden area and exploding inside the main hall.

"Brother Wu Sha, what brings you in such a hurry? I heard that bloodthirsty demons are soaring into the sky outside the city, so I came to visit my old friend!"

A faint light flashed in the Void, and a tall man dressed in a crimson-gold robe blazing with flames strode out from the firelight.

The newcomer had a face as red as a jujube, and his hair and beard were all dark red. Nine faint, red sun phantoms surrounded him. With each step he took, the Void was scorched and rippled with layers of transparent waves.

Zhao Qianjue, the Blazing Sun Sect Master, one of the six major powers of Profound Nether Main City!

Ancestor Wusha's heart pounded wildly, and the hairs on his body stood on end.

He bit his tongue sharply, forcibly swallowing the mouthful of Lifeblood Essence that surged to his throat. The black mist around him suddenly swelled, completely concealing the hideous, sunken wound on his chest. He then sat upright on the White Bone Throne, his face covered in frost.

"Zhao Qianjue, you've crossed the line."

The Ancestor Wusha's voice was hoarse and cold as he deliberately released a chilling aura of Eighth-Order Late Stage power, attempting to intimidate the newcomers.

"The Black Fiend Gate area is inaccessible without my permission; anyone who trespasses will be executed!"

Zhao Qianjue paused slightly, standing in the center of the hall. His eyes, as if cast from red bronze, narrowed slightly as he brazenly scanned Wu Sha's body.

As an old rival who had fought for over a hundred years, he was extremely familiar with the aura emanating from Wu Sha.

Beneath the seemingly stable black mist Dharma Form before them, the energy flowed chaotically like boiling water, and even deep within the dense demonic aura, a putrid blood energy that only emanates when the physical body's foundation is damaged was faintly emanating.

What made Zhao Qianjue's eyelids twitch even more was that Wu Sha's entire right arm was tucked into his sleeve and trembling slightly.

"Hahaha, Brother Wu Sha, why be angry?"

Zhao Qianjue smile, his right hand behind his back, a tentative wisp of crimson True Essence rising from his palm.

"Just now, while I was meditating on Blazing Sun Peak, I sensed a powerful being tearing apart the World Barrier in the Southern Void and using the Blood Fiend Escape Technique. All the fellow cultivators in the city are in seclusion, but Brother Wu Sha is nowhere to be seen. I was worried, so I took the liberty of coming to investigate."

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Qianjue's crimson sun aura suddenly burst forth, carrying a probing intent, and directly approached the White Bone Throne!

On the throne, Ancestor Wusha's heart clenched.

The heat wave nearly caused the cracks in his Golden Core to collapse again on the spot.

However, he was well aware of the cruel nature of these old monsters. If they showed even the slightest weakness, the Blazing Sun Sect would devour the Black Fiend Gate whole, skin and bones, like wolves that have smelled blood!

"Roll!"

The Ancestor Wusha's pupils suddenly turned pure black. He forcefully activated the remaining power of his primordial Primordial Spirit, and a black streak of energy shot out from the throne, crushing the crimson flames emanating from Zhao Qianjue into dust in mid-air.

"I was merely at a crucial juncture in cultivating my secret technique when I made a slight mistake, triggering a backlash! If you dare take another step forward, I will detonate the sect's protective array and fight you to the death!"

A chilling, resolute killing intent surged wildly within the hall.

Zhao Qianjue stopped in his tracks, looking at Wu Sha with a ferocious and violent expression, a hint of fear flashing in his eyes.

This old madman may seem fierce on the outside but weak on the inside, but he wouldn't dare gamble on the power of Eighth-Order Peak ancestor's self-destruction.

"Since Brother Wu Sha is unharmed, then I was overthinking it."

Zhao Qianjue withdrew the crimson sun emanating from his body, his smile deepening. He cupped his hands in a respectful gesture and said, "My old friend, please rest assured and recuperate. I shall take my leave now."

After saying that, he gave Wu Sha a deep look, then transformed into a streak of crimson fire and decisively withdrew from the Black Fiend Gate area.

The main hall fell silent once more.

Thump!

Almost at the same instant Zhao Qianjue's aura dissipated, the Ancestor Wusha on the White Bone Throne could no longer hold on. He spat out a mouthful of black, foul-smelling fragments of internal organs and collapsed limply to the ground.

"Madmen... they're all madmen..."