Netherworld Blood Sea

"Not bad! But this isn't the Netherworld Blood Sea. It's merely one Netherworld Blood River I brought with me!"

Ancestor Minghe explained with a laugh.

The Netherworld Blood Sea was incomparably vast. If fully unleashed, it could blot out the sky and cover the earth for billions of miles.

On this trip, he had brought only ten Netherworld Blood Rivers, but in his eyes, that was already enough to sweep through everything.

Whoosh!

Ancestor Minghe shook his wrist repeatedly, offering up all ten Netherworld Blood Rivers at once.

The Blood Rivers trapped Hong Yun like a giant net, completely sealing off his escape route back to Fire Cloud Cave.

Blood energy that blotted out the sky surged across the Great Desolation. Countless living beings around Fire Cloud Cave were terrified.

Yet Hong Yun merely raised his head and stared at the ten Netherworld Blood Rivers churning overhead.

"This aura... it feels so familiar!"

Hong Yun murmured softly.

Surrounded by the ten Netherworld Blood Rivers, he was not only fearless but even seemed somewhat excited.

"This feeling... it actually resembles Pangu's Essence Blood!"

"It's just that its purity is far inferior to Pangu's Essence Blood!"

Hong Yun pondered inwardly.

"Right, it's said that the Netherworld Blood Sea was formed from the navel of Great God Pangu and is the filthiest place in the Great Desolation!"

"But in reality, the reason this sea is called the 'Blood Sea' is precisely because it contains the power of Pangu's bloodline!"

Hong Yun suddenly understood.

The blood in the Netherworld Blood Sea actually originated from Great God Pangu.

Though it was not as precious as Pangu's Essence Blood, it could still be called an unsurpassed treasure.

Otherwise, how could it have given birth to Ancestor Minghe and even granted him the ability to resurrect endlessly?

Any other mighty expert of the Great Desolation—even the Twelve Ancestral Witches, who had been formed from Pangu's Essence Blood—could only retreat in the face of the Netherworld Blood Sea.

But Hong Yun was different. Not only had he refined Pangu's Essence Blood, he had also awakened the Devouring Divine Ability.

If he could devour the Netherworld Blood Sea—no, more accurately, these Netherworld Blood Rivers...

At this thought, Hong Yun felt that Ancestor Minghe had practically delivered a great opportunity straight to him!

Hong Yun immediately activated the Devouring Divine Ability.

His Devouring Divine Ability had yet to reach perfection and could only be considered at the minor mastery stage. After all, that drop of Pangu's Essence Blood had not been completely digested.

But dealing with these Netherworld Blood Rivers was more than enough.

Splash, splash, splash!

The Blood River nearest to him began to boil. Its blood transformed into streams and was sucked into Hong Yun's mouth.

"It really works!"

Hong Yun was overjoyed.

The Pangu blood power and vast spiritual energy contained within this Blood River were in no way inferior to the Ginseng Fruit.

The nourishment from ten Blood Rivers was probably even more astonishing than that from ten Ginseng Fruits!

Hong Yun secretly calculated that if he devoured all ten Blood Rivers, he would certainly be able to enter the late stage of the Great Firmament.

At the same time, he waved his hand, and countless multicolored clouds rose into the sky, obscuring the surroundings and concealing his devouring of the Blood Rivers completely.

In such a short time, Ancestor Minghe could not possibly notice that Hong Yun was secretly causing trouble.

Otherwise, if the other party recalled the Blood Rivers, wouldn't all his efforts be wasted?

On the other side.

Seeing Hong Yun firmly trapped by the ten Blood Rivers with no chance of escape, Ancestor Minghe was visibly delighted.

"Hong Yun, accept your fate!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he moved his palm again, and two Supreme Grade Innate Spiritual Treasures suddenly appeared.

They were none other than his lifeblood treasures—the Yuantu Sword and the Abi Sword!

The two supreme treasures carried boundless might as they slashed straight toward Hong Yun.

"This Minghe really isn't leaving me any room at all!"

Witnessing this, a trace of gravity flashed through Hong Yun's eyes.

Ancestor Minghe had opened with his Natal Treasures and ten Blood Rivers, acting as cautiously as a lion pouncing on a rabbit and pouring out his full strength.

Clearly, he was determined to put Hong Yun to death.

The title of "old schemer" truly wasn't undeserved.

In fact, in the Great Desolation, Minghe's fighting methods went far beyond these sinister tricks.

In the past, the Netherworld Blood Sea had given birth to two great living beings: one was Ancestor Minghe, and the other was the Blood Mosquito Daoist.

The Blood Mosquito Daoist's mouthpart had been formed from the tip of the God-Slaying Spear, one of the Great Desolation's top killing weapons. It could easily tear apart Innate Spiritual Treasures.

Even a Supreme Grade Innate Spiritual Treasure such as the Twelve-Grade Golden Lotus of Merit would be reduced to the ninth grade after being sucked once by it.

When ordinary mighty experts fought Minghe, the Blood Mosquito Daoist would often hide within the Blood Sea and wait for an opportunity to launch a sneak attack. Once it struck, almost no one could escape death and the dissipation of their Dao.

It was sinister to the extreme.

However, this time, Ancestor Minghe had not brought the entire Netherworld Blood Sea with him.

Swish, swish!

In the blink of an eye, the twin swords, Yuantu and Abi, had reached Hong Yun.

Hong Yun neither dodged nor evaded. While devouring the Blood River, he clenched both fists and charged forward to meet them.

"Previously, I was able to snap a Supreme Grade Houtian Spiritual Treasure with my bare hands. I wonder whether my body can withstand a Supreme Grade Innate Spiritual Treasure?"

Hong Yun's fighting spirit soared.

He had already fused seventy percent of Pangu's Essence Blood, though he was still inferior to the invincible bodies of the Ancestral Witches.

But the gap should not be great.

The bodies of the Twelve Ancestral Witches were powerful enough to withstand Supreme Grade Innate Spiritual Treasures head-on.

Boom! Boom!

Two thunderous explosions shook the heavens.

Hong Yun's fists slammed into Yuantu and Abi.

The two long swords, both Supreme Grade Spiritual Treasures, were instantly sent flying, yet not the slightest damage could be seen on their blades.

By contrast, thin streams of blood seeped from Hong Yun's fists.

"It seems my body is still inferior to a Supreme Grade Innate Spiritual Treasure!"

Hong Yun sighed softly but did not take it to heart.

Once he refined the remaining Pangu's Essence Blood, his body would certainly be able to match a Supreme Grade Innate Spiritual Treasure.

Yet Ancestor Minghe, who had witnessed this scene, stood dumbfounded.

"What! How is this possible!"

Ancestor Minghe's mind was in complete chaos.

These were Supreme Grade Innate Spiritual Treasures! Hong Yun had actually blocked them with his bare fists, and his injuries were negligible.

This... was absolutely impossible!

Ancestor Minghe was utterly stunned. When had Hong Yun's body become so powerful?

He reckoned that if he himself were struck by a Supreme Grade Innate Spiritual Treasure, his body would probably shatter on the spot.

Even the other immortal Dao mighty experts of the Great Desolation could never resist a Supreme Grade Innate Spiritual Treasure with their bodies.

This was absurd!

Ancestor Minghe's face darkened. "If the Blood Mosquito Daoist were here, it could suck this Hong Yun dry in one bite!"

He bitterly regretted not bringing the Blood Mosquito Daoist along and felt that he had made a grave miscalculation.

"But it doesn't matter. Hong Yun's fists bled just now, which at least proves that his body is still inferior to a Supreme Grade Innate Spiritual Treasure."

Ancestor Minghe once again urged Yuantu and Abi to attack Hong Yun.

Swish, swish!

The twin swords instantly closed in on Hong Yun's face.

This time, Hong Yun did not take them head-on.

He dodged with a flash of his body while accelerating the circulation of the Devouring Divine Ability.

In just a few breaths, the first Blood River had already completely dried up.

Then came the second.

Half an hour later.

The ten Blood Rivers still hung in the void, but all the blood within them had been devoured by Hong Yun.

"What incredible nourishment!"

Hong Yun patted his belly, his face filled with satisfaction.

Vast spiritual energy surged through his body. It had merely not yet been digested; otherwise, he would have been able to break through to the late stage of the Great Firmament on the spot.

Once he returned to his cave abode and refined this spiritual energy, Hong Yun estimated that he could advance in cultivation within a hundred years.

"Minghe, I'm done playing with you. Goodbye!"

Hong Yun glanced at Minghe, dodged the attacks of Yuantu and Abi, and sneered.

With that, he withdrew the multicolored clouds filling the sky, flashed forward, and rushed straight toward Fire Cloud Cave.

Once he entered the cave abode, even if Ancestor Minghe possessed Yuantu and Abi, he would still be unable to break through its defenses.

"You want to run? Dream on!"

Seeing that Hong Yun intended to return to his cave abode, Ancestor Minghe hurriedly urged the ten Blood Rivers to intercept him.

But when he did so, he froze.

His ten Netherworld Blood Rivers had actually all dried up.

They had all dried up!

"How... how is this possible!"

"You old thief Hong Yun, what exactly did you do?"

Ancestor Minghe roared repeatedly, his expression turning terribly ugly.

He had actually been tricked by Hong Yun.

With nothing left to block him, Hong Yun returned to Fire Cloud Cave in the blink of an eye.

Only Ancestor Minghe remained outside the cave, jumping up and down in fury.

At the same time, a cold voice rang out in Hong Yun's mind.

"Ding! Congratulations, Host, on successfully tricking another person. Reward: top-tier technique, the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Technique!"

The Nine Revolutions Mysterious Technique was the supreme method Great God Pangu had used to temper his body.

It was one of the top techniques in the Great Desolation.

It could even lead directly to the realm of the Saints.

Hearing this voice, Hong Yun was overjoyed.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Outside Fire Cloud Cave, Ancestor Minghe urged Yuantu and Abi to attack furiously.

Yet the cave abode's restrictions did not move in the slightest.

It was not that the twin swords were insufficiently sharp. Rather, Ancestor Minghe was only in the mid-stage of the Great Firmament. If he advanced to the Quasi-Saint realm, breaking through the restrictions might not be difficult.

Inside the cave, Hong Yun could no longer be bothered with Ancestor Minghe.

"Now that I even have a top-tier technique, this is simply wonderful!"

Hong Yun was practically bursting with delight.

This time, Ancestor Minghe had not only delivered ten Blood Rivers but had also allowed him to obtain such a great gift.

Whoosh!

Hong Yun took out the remaining thirty percent of Pangu's Essence Blood and began refining it.

"This time, I can cultivate the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Technique while digesting Pangu's Essence Blood. My efficiency will definitely be even higher!"

Hong Yun muttered to himself.

The Nine Revolutions Mysterious Technique was Great God Pangu's supreme body-tempering method, capable of taking the physical body to an even higher level.

Refining Pangu's Essence Blood would certainly produce twice the result with half the effort.

Buzz!

A fierce aura of blood erupted from around Redcloud as he activated his Pangu bloodline with all his might.

At the same time, he activated the first revolution of the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Technique.

After carefully studying the technique just now, he discovered that only those possessing Pangu's bloodline could cultivate it.

People such as the Twelve Ancestral Witches and the Great Witches of the Witch Clan were examples.

Even if other living beings of the Great Desolation obtained this technique, they would be unable to activate it in the slightest.

Hong Yun had already refined seventy percent of Pangu's Essence Blood, so cultivating the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Technique came naturally to him.

Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle!

The remaining thirty percent of Pangu's Essence Blood was frantically absorbed by him.

At the same time, the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Technique steadily improved.

At first, he had only reached the first revolution, but in less than ten years, he had advanced to the second revolution.

If the Twelve Ancestral Witches learned of this, they would probably be shocked speechless.

Back then, it had taken them several thousand years to cultivate to the second revolution.

Yet Hong Yun had accomplished it in less than ten years.

First, the Great Dao Cushion's effects were astonishing, increasing his cultivation speed a hundredfold.

Second, after his foundation had improved, Hong Yun had actually surpassed even the Twelve Ancestral Witches, so his cultivation naturally progressed faster.

A hundred years later.

Ancestor Minghe finally gave up attacking the cave and left while cursing and grumbling.

But his hatred for Hong Yun had already been carved deep into his bones.

The loss of ten blood rivers was also a significant blow to him.

Although he had the entire Netherworld Blood Sea in his grasp, the blood sea was no longer complete after losing ten blood rivers.

To regenerate and replenish them would probably take several hundred years, or even a millennium.

Over the course of these hundred years, Hong Yun pushed the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Technique to the third revolution.

"The third revolution is finally complete, but with each level this technique advances, the difficulty increases more than tenfold!"

Hong Yun sighed emotionally.

He had taken less than ten years to advance from the first revolution to the second.

But advancing from the second revolution to the third had taken more than ninety years.

It was easy to imagine how long advancing from the third revolution to the fourth would take.

And that was even with the hundredfold acceleration provided by the Great Dao Cushion.

At normal speed, like the Twelve Ancestral Witches, one could forget about reaching the ninth revolution without several kalpas.

"Still, the benefits brought by the third revolution are terrifying. The strength of my physical body has now soared dozens of times!"

"No wonder the Twelve Ancestral Witches could withstand Supreme Grade Innate Spiritual Treasures with their physical bodies. Once I completely refine Pangu's Essence Blood, my physical body will probably surpass theirs!"

Only ten percent of the Pangu's Essence Blood in Hong Yun's possession remained unrefined.

He had originally thought it would take two or three hundred years to digest the remaining thirty percent, but with the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Technique, a hundred and fifty years should be enough.

The Nine Revolutions Mysterious Technique truly was the highest-grade technique in the Great Desolation.

"Quickly refine the remaining essence blood, then head to Buzhou Mountain to seek that Supreme Grade Innate Spiritual Root, the Gourd Vine!"

Hong Yun had already made his plans.