Youquan

Inside the quiet room, the bloodstains still lingered.

[Supreme Nether Underworld Spring Dharma Body] A Youquan slowly opened its eyes, as deep as a blood abyss.

Compared to the Great Sun Purple Ultimate True Lord, who entered Daoism through Buddhism and is radiant and open-minded.

His aura of demonic cultivation was thick and domineering, almost tangible.

His black hair cascaded down like an ink waterfall, and dark gold blood patterns flowed on his crimson robe. His face bore a six or seven-tenths resemblance to Qi Yun's original form, but he appeared even more sharp and intimidating.

The sinister and ruthless aura between his brows almost burst forth from his body.

With a slight flick of his sleeves and a smile, Youquan bowed slightly to Qi Yun's true form before him. "This humble Youquan, Youquan, greets this venerable one."

His voice was deep and resonant, echoing like the tide of the Blood Sea sea, quite a contrast to his youthful and wicked appearance.

Qi Yun himself stood with his hands behind his back, his deep blue Daoist robe making his temperament appear even more calm and profound.

His gaze fell on Youquan's face, lingering for a moment on the features that were quite similar to his own, before he slowly shook his head. "This face is not suitable now."

Let's choose another one.

The profound mystery of the differentiation of the [Primordial True Body] into Dharma Body is one of his greatest trump cards.

Before he achieved True Lord and possessed sufficient power to protect himself, he was determined not to let outsiders discover any clues.

Having a Dharma Body that looks completely different from the original deity can undoubtedly save a lot of unnecessary suspicion and trouble.

"Um.

Youquan had no objection, responded softly, and flicked his sleeve in front of him.

In an instant, the bones and muscles of his face rippled gently like water, and the contours of his features subtly changed.

His eyebrows slanted sharply towards his temples, his nose was high and straight, his lips were thin and sharp, and his jawline was clearly defined.

Although still handsome, he had lost his resemblance to Qi Yun, and instead developed a more unrestrained and outgoing wicked charm.

Especially those eyes, with slightly upturned corners and a hint of crimson vortex deep within the pupils, possessing a captivating and bewitching allure in every glance.

"Is this alright?" Youquan smiled, her new smile carrying a hint of cynical arrogance.

Qi Yun himself glanced at it briefly and nodded. "Acceptable."

He said no more and turned to leave.

The Blood Sea Dharma Body has been formed, and the secret of the Blood God Scripture has been unlocked. All that remains for Youquan is to cultivate Youquan by step and attain the status of True Lord as soon as possible through the Blood Sea Path, so as to personally experience the profound mystery of the [Xuanhuang Dao Attainment Method].

He himself still has many matters to attend to; the Holy Sect's authority is newly established and needs to be consolidated; and his own Supreme Dao Path requires careful planning at every step.

However, as soon as he took a step, Youquan's voice came from behind. "Fellow Daoist, please slow down."

Qi Yun paused, turned around, and looked back with a questioning gaze. "What is it?"

Youquan didn't answer directly, but his smile deepened, revealing a hint of the eerie nature unique to the Blood Sea: "There's something I need to inform you about—you'll understand at a glance."

Before he finished speaking, he raised his right hand, palm up, fingers slowly spreading.

"Splash---"

Inside the quiet room, the blood-red light, which had subsided slightly, suddenly flared up again!

It wasn't spreading, but rather frantically converging and collapsing towards his palm!

In the blink of an eye, a miniature, viscous, surging Blood Sea took shape in his palm.

Although this Blood Sea was small, its filth, evil, and violence were condensed to the extreme. As the blood waves rolled, it seemed as if countless dying wails and Curse were floating within it.

Then, deep within this sea of the Blood Sea in the palm of his hand, little by little, dark red orbs of light, as if lifted by an invisible force, slowly rose from the extremely yin and malevolent blood.

The orbs of light, each about the size of a fist, numbered over a hundred and floated above the Blood Sea, arranged in some kind of mysterious array.

Within each cluster of dark red blood light, a blurry, illusory face could be faintly seen.

The faces included men, women, young and old, with varying expressions—some ferocious, some desperate, and some empty.

However, they all exude an aura that originates from the same source as "Blood God Scripture," yet varies in strength.

Qi Yun's gaze swept over each of these blood clumps.

At first, he simply observed calmly.

Most of these faces are unfamiliar; they are likely the marks left by cultivators who have fallen or are still alive throughout history who practiced the Blood God Scripture, on the Great Dao of the Blood Sea.

It is not surprising that Youquan, as the Blood Sea Dharma Body, could sense and gather these marks.

However, when his gaze swept over a blood clot in the back row, his pupils suddenly contracted!

The face in that blood-red light was old, covered in wrinkles, and its eyes were cloudy, yet contained a kind of weariness and profundity after experiencing vicissitudes.

Although slightly distorted and blurred by the blood-red aura.

But that familiar outline, that faint line between his brows formed from years of frowning—

Qi Yun's aura froze almost imperceptibly for a moment.

Youquan took in his reaction, a hint of understanding flashing in his blood-red eyes. He spoke slowly, his voice exceptionally clear amidst the Blood Sea: "The Great Dao of the Blood Sea is arrogant and domineering, but it also has far-reaching implications."

Anyone who cultivates the Blood God Scripture, regardless of their cultivation level or success, will develop an inexplicable and unbreakable connection between their the Unseen energy, Qi and Blood, and Divine Soul and this Blood Sea.

He lightly tapped his fingertip, and the blood clots flickered in and out of focus.

This connection is like a brand.

Normally, it allows cultivators to sense, borrow, and control the power of the Blood Sea, enabling their cultivation to advance by leaps and bounds.

Conversely, the pervasive erosion and assimilation of the Blood Sea Origin also acts on the cultivator's body and mind day and night through this connection.

This is one of the root causes of the so-called "backlash".

Youquan paused, his gaze falling on the blood mass on the aged face, his tone carrying a strange meaning. "Moreover, and more importantly—even if a cultivator dies and their Divine Soul is reincarnated, as long as their true spirit has not been completely annihilated, this trace of the mark originating from the Blood God Scripture and connected to the Great Dao of the Blood Sea" will follow them like a shadow and entangle them.

The phantoms within these blood clumps are all those who have practiced this method since the transmission of the "Blood God Scripture" and left their mark in the Blood Sea— "

His explanation completely confirmed Qi Yun's previous speculation and also revealed a deeper purpose in the "Blood God Scripture" plot.

This is not only a Cultivation Method for controlling living people, but also a terrifying tool for tracking and even influencing reincarnated beings.

Qi Yun himself remained silent, standing with his hands behind his back, his gaze fixed on the blood-red reflection that belonged to the old True Person.

The old man's face was blurred in the bloody light, his eyes were closed, as if he were sleeping in an endless Blood Sea, enduring endless erosion.

In the quiet room, only the viscous sound of the Blood Sea churning could be heard.

After a long while, Qi Yun suddenly broke into a smile.

The smile was faint, yet it swept away the previous somberness. A warm and resolute light shone deep in his eyes, strangely blending with the profound aura of the Demon Sect Leader at this moment.

He spoke softly, his voice calm, yet each word clear and unwavering. "Okay."

"When I was young, I was weak and my life was like a drifting duckweed. I was very grateful for your secret protection and guidance before your death."

"I was powerless then, so I could only keep it in my heart."

His gaze seemed to pierce through the blood-red light, revealing the gray-robed old man who, even as his life was drawing to a close, was still doing his utmost to leave a warning for himself.

"Today----"

Qi Yun slowly raised his hand, pointing towards the old True Person's blood-red light. No power emanated from his fingertip, yet an invisible and vast will quietly permeated the air as he spoke, "It should be the disciple—"

"May you be protected."

As the words fell, the Blood Sea fell silent in the quiet room.

Youquan narrowed his blood-red eyes, looking at the unwavering will in the eyes of the true self, and the cynical smirk on his face gradually faded.

He nodded slightly, and the Blood Sea in his palm and the hundred or so blood clumps quietly disappeared.

"Youquan, you handle this matter. Let me know when you find it."

Qi Yun's words fell in the quiet room, carrying an unquestionable decisiveness.

There are still many things to deal with within the Holy Sect. The tolerance of the Wudao Extreme Dharma True Lord is temporary, and changes may occur at any time. During his reign, he should pave the way for himself to become a Dao True Lord as much as possible.

The Blood Sea Dharma Body is connected to the origin of the Blood God Scripture, and its sensitivity to the the Unseen connection to the Blood Sea is far more acute than that of outsiders.

It is most appropriate for him to go and find the reincarnation of the old True Person.

Youquan slightly raised his blood-red eyes, seeing the sharpness in the eyes of the main body, and understood the weight of this matter.

He nodded slightly, his crimson robe sleeves fluttering gently in the still air. "Understood."

Qi Yun himself said no more, but did not leave immediately.

His eyes were slightly closed, and his aura calmed down, with a faint, chaotic light flowing across his dark blue Daoist robe.

With fingertips raised, he swiftly sketched and calculated in the air, silently deducing the cause and effect, and the auspicious and inauspicious omens, of this journey to the Youquan.

The quiet room was silent, except for the occasional viscous, soft sound emanating from the miniature Blood Sea in Youquan's palm.

After a moment, Qi Yun paused, his brows furrowing almost imperceptibly.

Good and bad fortune are mixed, and the cause and effect are tangled and unclear, as if shrouded in a thick fog, or as if many powerful external forces are interfering and stirring things up, making it difficult to see the true future.

Only one thing is vaguely known: the place involved is vast and complex, with a strong water element—it is undoubtedly overseas.

"This trip—" Qi Yun opened his eyes, the chaotic light in them not yet completely gone. He looked at Youquan, his tone carrying a hint of solemnity.

"The fortunes are uncertain, the causes and effects are unclear, it is indeed a land overseas."

The power structures there are deeply entrenched, unlike those in the Central Land Plains, and there are many uncertainties.

you want----"

"I'll be careful," Youquan nodded.

"No."

I mean—you have to be fearless.

A subtle ripple flickered in Youquan's blood-red eyes.

Qi Yun continued, his voice low but powerful like a hammer striking black iron, each word heavy and resolute. "At all costs."

He paused, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

"I'll take care of all the trouble."

The Holy Sect is now in my grasp, and the Great Sun Purple Ultimate is by my side.

Even if True Lord intervenes—it will be of no use!

He leaned forward slightly, his gaze fixed on Youquan. The absolute will that was usually hidden beneath his gentle exterior—the will of the Demon Sect Leader and the possessor of the Supreme Dao Foundation —was now released without reservation. "On your journey, you only need to remember one thing—"

"Find the reincarnation of your teacher and protect him."

"Then,"

Qi Yun's voice was low, yet carried a resolute and unwavering strength: "Safely and soundly—"

"Bring it back to me."

In the quiet room, the air seemed to freeze.

Youquan listened quietly and nodded silently.

"When do we set off?" Youquan asked.

"Immediately." Qi Yun waved his sleeve, and a dark golden storage ring flew towards Youquan. "There are some things inside that might be useful overseas."

The Holy Sect has several undercover agents overseas, and their contact information is among them.

Youquan caught the ring, scanned it with his divine sense, nodded, and put it into his sleeve.

"Go." Qi Yun gave him one last look, his gaze deep. "Come back soon."

Youquan said no more. His crimson figure swayed slightly, and he transformed into a viscous stream of blood-red Flowing Light, vanishing in an instant.

The quiet room returned to silence.

Qi Yun alone for a moment, then took out his purple-gold Great Void Jade Tally, which he used as the deputy sect leader of the Holy Sect, and sent a message: "Qianxin, Qingli, Flowing Light, come to the Great Void Hall to see me."

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