The moment Ren Xiaoyao put away the Demon Core, the Netherworld Blood Sea suddenly boiled. The scarlet waves surged like lava stirred by an invisible giant hand, and countless twisted arms emerged from the hundred-foot-high blood waves that soared into the sky. These arms were covered with bluish-purple corpse spots, and dark green pus seeped from the broken nails. The dark purple runes wrapped around the fingertips writhed like living snakes, spitting out Ethereal Blue Ghost Fire. Amidst the surging dark red blood waves, faint sobs and roars could be heard, like thousands of trapped souls struggling in despair, adding to the eerie and terrifying atmosphere of this bizarre scene.
A chilling, bone-piercing aura surged through his damaged meridians, rushing straight to his dantian like a poisoned ice spike, instantly piercing the deepest defenses of his soul. The cracking sound of chains snapping echoed within his meridians—the power of the Curse forcefully tearing apart the defenses he had built with Spiritual Qi. Each crack was accompanied by excruciating pain that exploded within his Primordial Spirit, as if countless red-hot iron rods were churning his sea of consciousness, nearly shattering his mind in agony. His temples throbbed, his head felt as if it were being torn apart by this force, and his consciousness teetered on the brink of collapse under the impact of the excruciating pain.
His temples throbbed, and bizarre visions flashed before his eyes: shattered stars plunged into a sea of blood, countless withered bones rose from the waves, holding aloft dominoes inscribed with incantations, pointing at his trembling figure. Even more terrifying, he saw his reflection twisted and deformed in the blood waves, sprouting bat wings covered in barbs, as if the entire world was crumbling apart, the boundary between Reality and Illusion completely blurred. These visions coiled around his mind like venomous snakes, each flash adding Dao Wound to his already riddled consciousness.
His face instantly turned ashen white, a metallic taste rose in his throat, and it felt as if a thousand steel needles were piercing his internal organs at the same time. The intense pain made it almost impossible for him to breathe; each breath was accompanied by excruciating agony, as if countless sharp weapons were churning inside him, slowly eroding his life force.
Ren Xiaoyao staggered and knelt on one knee. The charred meteorite debris groaned under the immense pressure. Dark purple veins were visibly appearing on his skin beneath his black robes, spreading like a spider web towards his heart. These dark purple veins, like evil vines, grew wildly on his skin, blocking the flow of Spiritual Qi and causing life to constantly fade away wherever they went.
Each dark pattern that moved was accompanied by a series of subtle cracking sounds. The Golden Dragon Markings pattern beneath the skin collided with it, scattering countless Mars that traced eerie trajectories in the zero-gravity void. The collision of the two forces stirred up intense energy fluctuations in the void, with Mars flying everywhere, like a miniature cosmic explosion, dazzling yet full of danger.
The Chaos Green Lotus trembled violently within his dantian. The Heavenly Dao Runes on its petals began to twist and deform, and wisps of black smoke seeped from its Lotus Heart, resembling a polluted Star River. At the base of the lotus platform, the hideous face of Bat Demon Lord even appeared, silently roaring at him. The light of the Azure Lotus gradually dimmed under the erosion of the black smoke, like the last glimmer of hope about to be swallowed by darkness, while the Bat Demon Lord's face was filled with malice and threat.
Corrosive slime dripped from the fangs of that face, dimming the radiance of the azure lotus wherever it touched. The slime sizzled and corroded the lotus, seemingly devouring its life force. Tiny Bat Phantoms emerged from the slime, flowing upstream along its meridians, staining the path of Fortune with an eerie purple hue wherever they passed. Each tiny Bat Phantoms was like an evil messenger, wreaking havoc within its meridians and spreading the power of the Curse.
"Damn it!" Ren Xiaoyao bit his tongue, spitting out his sweet-smelling Essence Blood onto his palm, and forcibly circulated the < Chaos True Dragon Art >. A resolute glint flashed in his eyes. Although the excruciating pain almost made him lose consciousness, the belief in his heart supported him to make a final effort, trying to use the ancient Cultivation Method to fight against this evil Curse.
Golden Spiritual Energy surged through his meridians, but it was as if it were crashing into shackles formed by Curse. Each circulation of energy was accompanied by a cracking sound as if bones were dislocating. The power of Spiritual Qi and the Curse clashed fiercely in his meridians. His body was like a battlefield, enduring immense pain. Each time he circulated his Cultivation Method, it was like undergoing a life-or-death test.
Large beads of sweat rolled down his pale cheeks, condensing into blood droplets in the zero-gravity void, reflecting his face contorted with pain. His face was filled with agony and struggle, and the blood droplets, suspended in the void, resembled glistening teardrops, telling the tragic story of his current ordeal.
In a daze, he saw his blood congeal in the air into the hideous face of Bat Demon Lord, its fangs bared as it devoured his Primordial Spirit. A series of savage laughs echoed in his mind, mixed with the shrill screams of countless being devoured. Those voices, like the whispers of demons, reverberated in his mind, attempting to destroy his last vestige of will and plunge him into endless fear and despair.
The screams seemed to emanate from the Nine Nether Hell, each one piercing his soul and nearly robbing him of his will to resist. Images of himself being tormented to death by the Curse flashed through his mind: his body covered in dark patterns, transformed into a living corpse inlaid with bat bones, despair engulfing him like a tidal wave, even the chill of his cold, floating corpse rising in the void. In this dark abyss, he seemed to see his tragic future, an ending where he would be utterly devoured by the Curse.
On the edge of consciousness, a hoarse voice kept repeating. "Succeed, become part of the darkness..." The voice was full of temptation and evil, like a call from hell, trying to pull him into the abyss of darkness, to make him give up resistance and become a puppet of evil forces.
This tug-of-war with the Curse lasted for three full days and nights. Ren Xiaoyao's consciousness oscillated between wakefulness and unconsciousness, as countless dark purple runes formed a massive cage, trapping his Primordial Spirit within. During this long period, he constantly fought against the Curse, and each time he awoke from unconsciousness, he had to face the endless pain and torment again, yet he never gave up Hope of Life.
Every time he tried to break free of the cage, new incantations would surge in from all directions, engulfing him like a tidal wave. The power of the Curse seemed endless; each time he resisted, it only attracted a more ferocious attack, causing him to sink deeper and deeper into the dark cage.
His fingernails dug deeply into his palms, blood mingling with cold sweat soaking his clothes, his own flesh embedded in the crevices of his nails, yet he still gritted his teeth and persevered. In this life-or-death moment, his will was as hard as steel. Despite his body being covered in wounds, the belief in his heart never wavered, supporting him to continue fighting against the Curse.
When he finally suppressed the Curse in a corner of his dantian, his Daoist robe was already soaked with cold sweat, and the drops from his hair were no longer beads of sweat, but a dark purple liquid mixed with blood. His body was exhausted to the extreme, and every movement was accompanied by intense pain, but at the moment he successfully suppressed the Curse, a glimmer of hope surged in his heart.
As his fingertips traced the dragon patterns, he could feel the corroded depressions, like ancient rock paintings eroded by time. Each groove spoke of the Curse's cruelty, and a putrid, slimy substance seeped from the depressions. Upon contact with air, the slime instantly transformed into black mist, outlining the silhouette of Bat Demon Lord in the sky. Those depressions and slime were testaments to his struggle against the Curse; each Dao Marks was etched with the pain and suffering he had endured.
A sinister laugh echoed from the mist, as if mocking his struggles. Illusory chains descended from the fog, binding his limbs, tightening with each struggle. The sinister laughter and the illusory chains were like Curse mocking him, attempting to break down his mental defenses once more and plunge him into the abyss of despair.
As he used the Heavenly Secrets Technique to deduce the divination, the shadow of a bat appeared within the crimson hexagram, pointing towards the distant Tianyan Continent. Ancient proverbs at the edge of the hexagram flickered in the Blood Light: "The Bat Ancestor approaches the abyss, the Azure Lotus is shrouded in dust; only by severing the source of evil can the True God be seen." The mysterious hexagram and ancient proverb seemed like a guide from fate, illuminating a path forward in the darkness and giving him hope of breaking the Curse.
Ren Xiaoyao gazed at the cracked dragon markings on his body, knowing that only by slaying the Ancestor of Bats, who dwelled deep within the Carefree Blessed Land, could he break this incurable Curse. A resolute glint flashed in his eyes. Although the road ahead was fraught with peril, in order to escape the Curse and save himself and all living beings, he resolutely decided to embark on this challenging journey.
He raised his hand to form a seal, and a Blood Talisman flew from his fingertips, outlining the shape of the Tianyan Continent in the air. However, just as it was about to take shape, it was shattered into dust by the power of the Curse. From within the blood mist came echoes of mockery, as if countless invisible mouths were sneering in unison, "You can't escape!" The mocking echoes were like sharp blades, piercing his heart, but they also strengthened his determination to break the Curse, making him vow to defeat this evil power.
The sound, like a persistent leech, echoed endlessly in his mind, strengthening his resolve to break the Curse. He clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms again, drawing blood that seemed to fuel his fighting spirit. In a daze, he seemed to see tiny Golden Vines sprouting from where the blood fell, battling against the black mist of the Curse. Every inch the vines grew was accompanied by a tearing pain in his meridians, but it also made his will stronger. Those golden vines were a symbol of his indomitable will, growing tenaciously in the darkness, waging a life-or-death struggle against the power of the Curse.
In the instant he tore through the void, the Space-time Laws shattered like broken Glazed Ice, scattering countless fragments of light around him. In the Dazzling Light, space twisted and deformed, as if the entire universe was trembling at his actions. The shattered Space-time Laws foreshadowed his imminent entry into a world full of unknowns and challenges.
As he stepped onto the edge of the Tianyan Continent, a colossal bronze ship floated amidst a sea of clouds, its hull etched with flowing Star Patterns, each rune radiating starlight. In the distance, among the mountains, a Glazed Ice Immortal Crane carrying a cultivator soared by, its fallen Immortal Feathers condensing in the air into the ancient characters of " Carefree Roam," the ink's fragrance carrying the rhythm of the Great Dao. This magnificent spectacle unfolded like a breathtaking painting, revealing the mystery and grandeur of the Tianyan Continent, but Ren Xiaoyao had no time to appreciate it, for his heart was filled only with the unwavering belief in breaking the Curse.
Ren Xiaoyao had no time to appreciate this magnificent scenery. The Curse within him was like Dark Thunder, growing more and more agitated as he approached the Carefree Blessed Land. With each step, a sharp pain, as if being torn apart by claws, shot through his dantian, making it almost impossible for him to breathe. The power of the Curse raged within him, each step accompanied by immense agony, yet he did not flinch, resolutely walking towards the Carefree Blessed Land step by step.
His steps faltered, each step leaving Blood Seal Blood Seal the ground, within which the faint outline of a bat could be seen. Those Blood Seal were like Battle Imprint he left behind, recording the Hardships Along the Way, and silently guiding him in the direction he was heading, making him more determined to step towards the unknown challenges.
His breathing was rapid and heavy, each gasp accompanied by excruciating pain in his chest. He could even hear the weak beating of his heart under the pressure of the Curse, the sound growing slower and slower, as if it might stop at any moment. In this life-or-death moment, his life was like a candle flickering in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment, but his will was as firm as a rock, supporting him to continue forward.
At the entrance to the valley, runes flowed across the surface of a three-zhang-high Stone Gate, which was actually inlaid with countless Bat Skeletons. The eerie Stone Gate seemed to be an evil barrier, guarding the secret of the Carefree Blessed Land. The flashing runes revealed a sinister and terrifying aura that sent chills down one's spine.
As Ren Xiaoyao approached, the Stone Gate roared, and runes transformed into thousands of Blood-colored Bats that swarmed out, cracking the space in their wake and filling the air with the pungent smell of burning flesh. The Blood-colored Bats surged in like a tide, their powerful force distorting the very space around them. The acrid smell, like the stench of death, assaulted their senses, making them feel suffocated.
He channeled the Dragon Vein Power, and the Golden Dragon Shadow roared, shattering the blood bats. But the moment it touched the barrier, the rebounding force made his hands go numb, and a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. In the fierce battle, he felt the power of the Stone Gate's barrier, but he did not back down. Instead, it fueled his fighting spirit, and he vowed to break through this barrier and eradicate the root of evil.
A familiar stench suddenly filled his nostrils—the stench of the Bat Demon Lord's poisonous mist, mixed with the smell of rotting corpses and rust. It made his stomach churn, almost making him vomit, and a surge of acid rose in his throat, which he forced down. The stench was like an invisible hand, tightly gripping his throat, making him extremely uncomfortable. But he endured the discomfort and continued forward, his heart filled with only the belief in defeating evil.
The stench seemed alive, seeping into his body through his nostrils and causing the Curse he had just suppressed to stir again. His body trembled uncontrollably, his hands tightly covering his mouth and nose, but he couldn't stop the stench from assaulting him. He could even feel the stench transforming into tiny bats inside his nasal cavity, gnawing at his mucous membranes, each bite accompanied by excruciating pain. The power of the Curse was awakened once more under the stimulation of the stench, his body enduring immense pain, but his will grew stronger amidst the suffering.
Upon learning Ren Xiaoyao's purpose, the light from the Stone Gate's runes gradually dimmed. The instant the restriction dissipated, a putrid stench swept over, and Black Slime seeped from the ground, solidifying into countless tiny bat offspring like living creatures. These bat offspring, like a swarm of evil little demons, wriggled on the ground, emanating an eerie aura, as if welcoming his arrival and preparing to bring him even greater trouble.
The cubs' eyes glowed with an eerie green light, and their shrieks were like fingernails scraping metal. Each cry intensified the Curse within Ren Xiaoyao. The piercing shrieks were like sharp blades, stabbing at his eardrums and soul. The power of the Curse grew stronger with each cry, and his body endured increasing pain. Yet, he remained fearless, ready to face the challenges ahead.
He levitated the Chaos Green Lotus above his head, and Demonic Creatures Ancient Thunder Runes emerged from its radiant light. Wherever it passed, demons turned into green smoke. The light of the green lotus shone like a ray of hope in the darkness, and the Ancient Thunder Runes flickered, radiating powerful energy that destroyed those evil Demonic Creatures one by one, clearing a path for him to move forward.
But as they ventured deeper, strange Totems began to appear on the rock face—countless bats swirling around a burning heart. The outline of that heart bore a striking resemblance to the Chaos Green Lotus within Ren Xiaoyao's dantian, its pulsating patterns faintly revealing Curse Runes. Each flicker of the runes synchronized with his heartbeat, as if foreshadowing a fateful duel. These eerie Totems, like a mysterious prophetic scroll, revealed the inevitable battle between him and the Ancestor of Bats, making him acutely aware of the importance and daunting nature of this confrontation.
The Totems on the rock face continued to seep Black Liquid, which gathered on the ground into bat-shaped puddles, reflecting his distorted face. Those puddles were like evil mirrors, reflecting his current predicament and pain, as if mocking his struggle. But he saw his own determined gaze in the reflection, which strengthened his resolve to defeat evil.
He stared at his reflection in the puddle, as if he saw another version of himself tormented by the Curse. Suddenly, the reflection stretched out its hands, trying to drag him into the depths of the puddle, where countless bat skeletons were slowly writhing at the bottom. The eerie scene was like a terrifying image, making him feel the power and cunning of evil forces. But he was not frightened; instead, he became more vigilant, preparing to face the impending danger.
Deep within the cave, the moment the Ancestor of Bats appeared, the entire space began to distort into the shape of a gigantic wing membrane. A powerful and malevolent aura swept over, as if the entire world was enveloped by it. The distortion of space made him feel the terrifying power of the Ancestor of Bats and realize the difficulty of this battle.
This Ancient Ferocious Beasts had a wingspan of a thousand meters, and each scale was engraved with ancient Curse Inscriptions. When the scales opened and closed, one could see countless human faces on the inside—those of the cultivators it had devoured, their expressions forever frozen in fear and despair. The enormous size and terrifying appearance of the Ancestor of Bats inspired awe, and the faces of the devoured cultivators spoke of its ferocity and evil, igniting Ren Xiaoyao's anger and fighting spirit.
The hurricane it stirred up when it flapped its wings carried Space-time Fragments, corroding the ground into Bottomless Ravines and releasing plumes of poisonous mist with a sweet, pungent smell. The powerful hurricane and poisonous mist swept in like a destructive force, destroying and corroding everything in its path. The sweet, pungent smell was permeated with the stench of death, sending chills down one's spine.
Countless shrill cries echoed from within the poisonous fog, mingling with the sounds of bones shattering, creating a chilling chorus that seemed to echo throughout the Netherworld in mourning for its terror. Those tragic sounds, like a hellish symphony, reverberated through the fog, making him acutely aware of the cruelty and ruthlessness of the Ancestor of Bats, and further strengthening his resolve to rid the world of this scourge.
Images flashed intermittently through the poisonous fog, depicting the horrific deaths of the creatures it had ravaged, filling Ren Xiaoyao with both anger and pity. These images were like sharp knives, piercing his soul; each tragic scene fueled his rage. He vowed to eradicate this evil Ancestor of Bats and seek justice for those innocent lives.
A flash of anger crossed his eyes as he gripped the Chaos Greatsword, vowing to avenge these innocent lives. At that moment, the Ancestor of Bats flapped his wings, unleashing countless bone spears from between his scales. These spears were wrapped in the same Curse Patterns as those on his body, emitting piercing shrieks as they tore through the air, like the lamentations of the dead. A fierce battle was about to erupt; he and the Ancestor of Bats engaged in a life-or-death duel, every attack and defense fraught with danger and challenge.
Nine Dragon Shadows behind Ren Xiaoyao and the Chaos Green Lotus simultaneously shone brightly. Wherever the Dragon Breath reached, space was reorganized, but when it touched the poisonous needle of the Ancestor of Bats, it was corroded into countless Black Hole. The battle was extremely fierce. The power of the two sides collided in the cave, generating powerful energy fluctuations. Space was destroyed, and Black Hole appeared, as if the entire world was about to be destroyed in this battle.
The battle reached a stalemate. Ren Xiaoyao's dragon pattern was riddled with holes by the Curse, and each Dao Wound oozed Black Blood. The blood that dripped onto the ground transformed into new bat cubs. His body was covered in wounds from the Curse's attacks, but he still resisted stubbornly. Every drop of blood seemed to be his Unbending Will fighting against the evil forces.
His consciousness began to blur, and in his daze, he heard the cold laughter of the Ancestor of Bats echoing in his mind. "Your Dragon Vein will eventually become nourishment for me!"
His consciousness began to blur, and in his daze, he heard the cold laughter of the Ancestor of Bats echoing in his mind. "Your Dragon Vein will eventually become nourishment for me!" At this moment, his vision doubled, as if countless Ancestor of Bats were swarming at him simultaneously, each carrying a deadly Curse, plunging him into endless despair. Images of himself being tormented to death by the Curse flashed before his eyes from time to time, yet a stronger fighting spirit ignited in his heart. At this critical moment of life and death, he recalled the hardships he had endured on his Cultivation Path, and remembered those who had helped him, and his belief grew ever stronger.
He gritted his teeth, bracing himself for the final battle. But the Ancestor of Bats, seeing this, opened his massive, barbed maw and spewed out a black beam of light imbued with the Time-Space Power. Wherever it passed, space was torn apart like tattered cloth, revealing the pitch-black Void behind, from which came chilling whispers.