Blood Pool

The entire cave was filled with blood mist, but it was being continuously devoured by Ji Tian.

"This bit of killing intent isn't enough," Ji Tian beckoned with both hands, and a large portion of the blood water from the Blood Pool surged towards him.

The Corpse King roared, attempting to suppress the surging blood water, but the suction force far exceeded its control.

Seeing the foundation of its cultivation about to be stolen by the other party, the Corpse King became enraged. With a gesture, a mass of yellow mud erupted from the bottom of the Blood Pool, emitting a pungent stench.

Then, its entire body's essence blood shattered, and all the blood water in the Blood Pool rapidly merged into the yellow mud.

The mud continuously transformed, condensing into a ferocious giant, with thick Corpse Water flowing down its body. Each drop melted the hard pool bottom into a pit.

The giant opened its eyes and said angrily, "Who dares disturb my slumber?"

Ji Tian looked at the Yellow Mud before him and said, "Just a clone, and you dare to act so arrogant in front of me."

"You destroyed my disciples and grandchildren, unforgivable."

Ji Tian sneered, "Your stench is truly repulsive. Kill!" He then thrust out his arm and threw a punch. The fist wind was like a blade, the fist's power like a mountain, and the sound like thunder, pressing down towards the yellow mud figure.

Perhaps the mud figure didn't expect Ji Tian to attack so suddenly, or perhaps its reaction was too slow.

The illusory fist directly pierced its chest, and yellow Corpse Water splattered everywhere.

However, the hole in its chest was gradually covered by the remaining mud.

"Your meager strength can't do anything to me, die!" A giant yellow palm slapped towards Ji Tian, dripping with yellow Corpse Water.

Ji Tian didn't know if his protective layer of killing intent and Yin Energy could withstand the Corpse Water. This guy was definitely much stronger than the Corpse King. He quickly grabbed the Demonic Dragon and dodged to the side.

Seeing Ji Tian fleeing the cave, the mud giant transformed into a stream of mud and swept towards the two of them.

Ji Tian saw that the cave was narrow and fighting here would definitely affect the meditating Demonic Dragon. He quickly cast a Restriction to protect the Demonic Dragon first. He then punched the cave ceiling, causing debris to fly everywhere and forming a deep cavern. The falling rocks were swallowed by the mudflow.

The mudflow stirred up a monstrous wave, crashing directly towards Ji Tian.

Ji Tian knew it would be difficult to dodge, so he quickly threw the Demonic Dragon towards the cavern in the cave ceiling. His body was enveloped in killing intent, and he condensed a black longsword in his hand, slashing towards the mud wave.

The mud wave was instantly cut into two, and Ji Tian broke through the middle. With a backhand slash, he unleashed nine sword energies, which evolved into eighty-one, slicing the entire mud mass into pieces.

Masses of mud writhed and pieced themselves back together, forming a ferocious giant that roared to the sky, "Ooooh..."

The entire being's aura continuously climbed, and a humanoid phantom appeared behind it, transmitting its divine sense.

"You've angered me, you..."

"Death Spirit Technique!"

Ji Tian completely ignored it. With a flick of his finger, he unleashed a divine ability. A black hole appeared out of thin air in the cave, transforming into invisible ripples that attacked the phantom.

The phantom was immediately enveloped by a chilling force that continuously devoured its manifested divine sense.

Ji Tian didn't stand idle either. He attacked continuously with both palms, shattering the mud body into pieces. As the mud figure's divine sense was being restrained by the Death Spirit Technique, the masses of mud on the ground gradually turned into yellow Corpse Water and slowly flowed away.

The divine sense, continuously attacked by the Death Spirit Technique, gradually weakened. Ji Tian's Primordial Spirit inhaled, and the phantom figure moved closer to him.

"You dare devour me, I will make you suffer a fate worse than death."

Ji Tian used his actions to tell it that not only would he devour it, but he would also search its memories.

Ji Tian frowned. He couldn't refine it. Could this wisp of divine sense have an extraordinary origin? His current realm was insufficient to refine the other party.

If he couldn't refine it, he would suppress it.

The golden Sea of Consciousness surged, weaving into a golden net that tightly bound the wisp of divine sense.

It transformed into a stream of yellow water, not Corpse Water, but its true form: the Yellow Springs Origin.

Ji Tian pondered. This Origin felt familiar, and its origin was extraordinary.

He had to try to refine it slowly. It would definitely be beneficial for completing the memories of the Pangu Remnant Soul.

The Pangu Remnant Soul had forgotten too much, not even a complete cultivation method. If it weren't for the remnant soul of the Nine-Headed Savage Lion, he would still be lost now, constantly searching for the Soul Fire and slowly improving his Primordial Spirit, with no idea when his cultivation would be complete.

At this moment, the remnant soul within the Black Bone Relic cursed from the depths of Ji Tian's Sea of Consciousness, "If I hadn't given you my Soul Power Origin, you'd be worse off than this. You refused it before, afraid I was setting a trap for you."

"There's no need for any tricks. You will eventually walk the path I've chosen."

The Pangu Remnant Soul, after being schemed against in the battle at the pool, lost all its Soul Power and now only had consciousness, with no Soul Power left. It resided in the depths of Ji Tian's Sea of Consciousness.

At the edge of this space, there was a yellow stream of water, suspended in the void, connecting the heavens and the earth. Beside it stood a giant stone tablet, ancient and desolate, inscribed with the two characters "Netherworld." This place, which Ji Tian always called the Sealed Space, was the Netherworld Land.

This yellow stream of water was the Nine Nether Yellow Springs. It was the connection between the Sea of Blood and the Netherworld, and the only passage out of the Netherworld Land.

A nascent Innate Deity was gestating within the Yellow Springs. It had not yet fully awakened, but it could sense its clone's divine sense being sealed, and it became enraged, stirring up waves of yellow surges.

Its roars made the surrounding Undead Beings tremble in fear, living in constant dread.

There were a total of eighty-one Blood Pools in this Netherworld Land. It was a method for the Yellow Springs to condense clones and enhance its cultivation.

It had intended to wait until its shell gestated and it took form, then recall all eighty-one clones to break through to the Golden Immortal cultivation level. Unexpectedly, someone had sealed one of its divine senses.

When these Innate Deities took form, they already possessed Golden Immortal cultivation (meaning they could quickly absorb spiritual energy from heaven and earth to reach Golden Immortal cultivation). They were all nurtured by the Heavenly Dao, but before taking form, they only had powerful divine senses, and at most could condense within their physical bodies the Yellow Springs, unable to detach from their physical bodies. (Cultivation levels in the immortal path: Heavenly Immortal, Golden Immortal, Grand Unity Golden Immortal, Grand Unity Golden Immortal, Quasi-Saint (cutting one or two corpses), Primordial Grand Unity Golden Immortal (Perfection can infinitely approach Saint)).

Ji Tian vaguely sensed a soul's roar in the cave that made his heart palpitate. Could it be related to the divine sense he had sealed?

This cave must have something special about it for this divine sense to choose it. The Spirit Gathering Array above the Blood Pool was something he had returned to, but it could condense Soul Power. Besides the Soul Summoning Technique he cultivated, was there also something naturally formed by the Heavenly Dao?

Perhaps it was at the bottom of the Blood Pool.

Ji Tian clenched his right fist, which was enveloped in a layer of Spiritual Power, and struck the bottom of the pool, which had already been stained red.

The sharp fist wind surged, and the entire pool bottom was blasted into a huge deep pit.

Nothing. Then, another punch.

Nothing. Ji Tian felt something was wrong. Could it have been pulverized by his own punch? It was impossible not to sense any other energy fluctuations.

On the third punch, Ji Tian was disappointed. Had he misjudged? The reason this Spiritual Sense was chosen here was because of the Spirit Gathering Array. That meant the Spirit Gathering Array could condense souls. What a mistake! He should have studied it carefully, and then he would have obtained an array no weaker than his Soul Summoning Technique.

This way, the power of a Soul Summoning Banner he refined would definitely increase significantly.

Regret, endless regret.

The Demonic Dragon watched Ji Tian tremblingly from the cave in the ceiling. After refining that Dragon Soul, a part of its inheritance was added, and its understanding of heaven and earth, and the Dao, had grown considerably. As long as there was enough power from heaven and earth, its cultivation would definitely improve significantly.

Furthermore, the Demonic Dragon's entire skeletal body was now enveloped by a red blood mist. This blood mist was not a protective Demonic Cloud; it truly covered its bones, like a layer of flesh and blood.

However, the more its cultivation increased, the more fearful it became of Ji Tian.

Ji Tian glanced over and saw the still trembling Demonic Dragon. His expression changed, and he said coldly, "Useless."

Perhaps its pride, buried deep within its soul, was stung. The Demonic Dragon's entire demeanor shifted, and an aura of a peerless overlord arose. It swept its tail, shearing off the entire mountaintop.

Ji Tian said calmly, "Remember, I don't need waste, nor do I need you to be afraid. If I find you useless again, I will devour you next time."

The Demonic Dragon raised its proud head and let out a long roar towards the sky.

Ji Tian's eyes flickered, and his gaze fixed directly on the falling rock fragments, where a strange red light emanated.

The Demonic Dragon quickly stepped forward to search and exclaimed in surprise, "A crystal stone, with such dense Spiritual Power inside."

After some thought, it shouted again, "Could it be a Blood Soul Stone? Condensed from the soul power between heaven and earth, it can condense the soul and absorb blood qi. After refining it, soul power can be extracted from it."

Ji Tian's heart stirred. Could that black stone of his also be a Soul Stone? It absorbed Death Qi, Yin Energy, and even killing intent. It had further condensed to produce a trace of Pangu's bone marrow, or perhaps it formed in that pool under specific environmental conditions.

He had to thoroughly research that black stone first. His cultivation advancement might depend entirely on it.

Ji Tian said to the Demonic Dragon, "Quickly refine this Blood Soul Stone. Remember, I don't keep useless things."

The Demonic Dragon felt no displeasure. It knew Ji Tian was looking out for it. Otherwise, it might have long forgotten that it was a dragon, a true dragon.

It only knew how to wag its tail and beg, becoming someone's puppet, a useless puppet.

The days of being a puppet had worn away its sharpness, its pride, and its self-respect.

I want to be strong. I want to dominate the world, not just in this sealed space, but the entire Primordial Continent.