Deep within Digu Pass Peak lay an exceedingly well-hidden secret chamber.
Bare-chested, Qing Chen stood at the Death Gate of the Low-Grade Third Tier Mysterious Turtle Sea-Suppressing Formation in the center of the chamber.
Sanskrit demon runes crisscrossed his golden-bronze body, flickering with strange light. Like living things, they wound ceaselessly through his muscles and bones.
Dark-gold demon runes slowly climbed his spine to his neck, then gathered between his brows into the phantom of a Five-Petaled Black-Gold Fire Lotus, majestic and eerie.
At the same time, Qing Chen activated the Brahma Demon-Refining Art and mobilized his Golden Core true essence. In an instant, blood-colored magic power erupted from every pore.
The Pojun Battle Halberd gripped tightly in his hands also began to radiate an utterly ferocious black light.
The black light intertwined with his scarlet-gold blood energy, biting and wrestling like two flood dragons, neither yielding an inch.
The Pojun Battle Halberd was black and red throughout, as though it had been steeped in blood.
Its blade was incomparably sharp, flashing with cold light.
Blood-colored patterns could faintly be seen winding across it, like demons and monsters whose dying hatred had yet to fade, exuding a chilling aura of ferocity.
This halberd was a low-grade magic treasure that Master Budong had personally bestowed upon him four years ago, twelve feet long.
At this moment, its blade trembled slightly, and seven streams of scarlet qi wound out of the patterns on its shaft.
These seven streams of scarlet qi had formed from the divine souls, killing intent, and white bones of seven Golden Core cultivators whose blood the halberd had drunk in years past. Each held ferocity and resentment; only someone with a powerful divine soul could control them.
According to Master Budong, if the halberd could drink the divine