Blood Demon Daoist!
Great Void Hall.
Qi Yun slowly opened his eyes.
The manifestation of the hidden Youquan, revealed from afar, occurred in the blink of an eye.
The three princes were still waiting.
"Fellow Daoists," he spoke, breaking the silence, "I am already aware of the matter of the counterattack on the Central Land."
The Emperor appreciated the sincerity of the three Holy Sect prayers.
However, this matter involves many aspects and requires careful consideration.
He rose from his cloud-shaped seat, his black robes trailing behind him. "Our sect will personally report to the True Lord."
"The three of you have come a long way and must be tired. Please rest at the inn first."
All matters will be resolved once the True Lord makes his decision.
The three nodded slowly upon hearing this, and then left the Great Void Hall.
The palace doors slowly closed.
In the vast hall, only Qi Yun remained alone.
He slowly walked down the black jade steps, reached the center of the hall, and looked up at the ancient mural of "Boundless Heaven and Earth" on the dome.
In the beginning of chaos, Yin and Yang were separated, and a giant axe cleaved the primordial chaos.
Qi Yun's gaze remained calm as he stared intently for a long time.
As dusk settled outside the palace, distant mountains appeared like dark eyebrows, and the sea of clouds surged.
A colossal wave that will sweep across the Xuanhuang -
The signs are already emerging.
North Sea, beneath a bottomless icy ocean.
The Youquan transformed into a viscous, blood-red light, speeding through the pitch-black depths of the sea.
Wherever it passed, the seawater was tinged with a pale red, before being quickly eroded by the bloodthirsty aura, transforming into temporary "blood domains."
Within the area, fish were dead, algae withered, and even the silt that had accumulated on the seabed for millions of years made a hissing sound, as if an invisible force was draining its last bit of life.
He has been traveling north for seventeen days.
They passed seven islands where overseas cultivators gathered and three underwater Demon Race tribes, but did not stop at any of them.
However, the name "Blood Demon Daoist" has spread like a plague in this already turbulent sea area.
On the first day, they passed by "Black Reef Island". Three Rogue Cultivator cultivators in the Foundation Establishment Early Stage on the island joined forces to Formation Deployment to intercept and kill the "lone Devil Cultivator". They were overwhelmed by nine thousand eight hundred Blood God Son, and their bodies were left behind. The island's Spirit Vein were completely defiled and would be difficult to recover for a hundred years.
On the third day, they encountered a patrol team from the "Black Tortoise Tribe". The leader, an elder of the Mystic Turtle Clan, was already in the Foundation Establishment Middle Stage. Seeing the raging Blood Sea, he was enraged and manifested his true form, which was a hundred feet long, and used his natal tortoise shell to directly confront the torrent of the Blood God Son.
Three quarters of an hour later, the tortoise shell shattered, its Divine Soul was extracted, and the entire patrol team turned into nourishment for the Blood Sea.
On the seventh day, the entire "Ghost Shark Kingdom" launched an attack. The three Ghost Shark generals were all Foundation Establishment True Person, leading a battle formation of three thousand Ghost Sharks. They used the Yin Sha of the deep sea to set up the "Mystic Skeleton Azure Wave Great Formation" in an attempt to trap and kill Youquan.
In that battle, the Blood Sea surged back three thousand miles, the Ghost Shark Kingdom collapsed, and the king led the remaining troops into the Ruins of Return, never daring to reappear in the world to this day.
On the thirteenth day, we passed by "Penglai Remnant Island". The island was guarded by High Antiquity remnant array, and the cultivators on the island kept their mountain gates closed and activated all restrictions.
Youquan merely glanced at it indifferently, without lingering.
However, a blood-red stain that stretched for hundreds of miles appeared out of nowhere on the protective array of that overseas immortal island with a history of three thousand years. The array base was damaged by 30%, and it would take a hundred years of nurturing to restore it.
A fearsome reputation is built upon mountains of corpses Blood Sea.
Now, in this vast and chaotic overseas land, the name "Blood Demon Daoist" is enough to strike fear into the hearts of ordinary cultivators, to make a powerful force lock its gates, and to force ancient clans to re-examine this terrifying being who suddenly appeared, who cultivates a strange blood path and acts without any scruples.
"The Blood Sea will never dry up, the Youquan will never die."
This statement, which originated from an unknown source, has quietly spread overseas.
At this moment, Youquan has reached the depths of the North Sea.
The surrounding seawater temperature plummeted, and the light completely disappeared.
Only the occasional bioluminescent creature swimming by in the deep sea leaves a brief and eerie trail in the darkness.
Ahead, an endless underwater mountain range appeared.
The mountain range is a deep, dark blue color, covered with thick layers of ancient ice, beneath which ancient and complex natural patterns can be faintly seen.
Those are the traces left by the Dragon Clan using their supreme power to transform the earth's veins and condense the water elemental principles.
The North Sea Dragon Palace is approaching.
Youquan slowed down slightly, the blood-red light subsided, and his form was revealed.
He stood on a flat seabed, and a hundred miles ahead lay the majestic mountain range that stretched across the seabed like a barrier between heaven and earth.
In the center of the mountain range, a colossal portal, tens of thousands of feet high and carved entirely from "deep-sea icy crystal," stands silently.
On either side of the entrance, there stands a lifelike sculpture of a towering ice dragon, its eyes inlaid with "star cores" that emit a cold and eternal glow in the absolute darkness.
Dragon claws grip the doorposts, dragon tails coil around the base, and every dragon scale is meticulously carved, as if it might come to life at any moment and roar to the sky.
Above the entrance hangs a huge plaque, also formed from icy crystal, inscribed with four ancient dragon characters:
[North Sea Dragon Palace]
Between the strokes, a vast Daoist rhythm of water flows, and an ancient majesty originating from the depths of one's bloodline, surpassing all living beings, permeates the air as if it were a tangible substance.
Just gazing at this gate, Youquan felt a heavy sense of oppression, as if the weight of the entire North Sea was pressing down on his shoulders.
That wasn't the aura of a particular cultivator.
Rather, it is an ancient race that has inherited its lineage from antiquity, ruled the four seas, and witnessed the rise and fall of countless eras, with its millennia-old heritage...
The "momentum" accumulated over countless years.
This "momentum" is formless and intangible, yet it is omnipresent.
It permeates every drop of seawater, imprints itself on every inch of the Dragon Palace's territory, and even influences the Heavenly Dao rules governing this sea area.
Youquan's blood-red eyes narrowed slightly, and the Blood Sea around his body surged on its own, gathering into a viscous blood-red shield around his body, isolating the invisible and intangible Dragon Clan's aura from the outside.
"That's rather interesting—"
He muttered to himself, a cold smile curving his lips.
However, just as he was about to continue, a loud "whoosh!!!"
A hundred miles ahead, the ice dragon sculptures on either side of the majestic gate suddenly emitted a blinding, eerie light from the "star cores" embedded in their eyes!
The light, like two pillars reaching the sky, instantly tore through the darkness of the deep sea, illuminating the surrounding area as bright as day!
Immediately afterwards, nine powerful auras suddenly rose from the previously silent, deep blue mountain range behind the portal!
"Roar--!!!"
Nine dragon roars erupted almost simultaneously!
Each sound contains a distinct Daoist rhythm.
It can be icy cold, fiery fierce, heavy as a mountain, or swift as lightning.
Nine towering dragon shadows rose into the sky from all parts of the mountain range, unfurling their enormous bodies in the deep sea, enough to blot out the starry sky!
The dragon scales reflected a deep blue light, each as large as a house, with natural patterns flowing along their edges; the dragon horns were sharp and rugged, as if they could pierce the sky; the dragon claws tore at the seawater, creating terrifying undercurrents and whirlpools; the dragon eyes were like nine miniature versions of the cold moon, coldly and mercilessly locked onto Youquan.
Nine true dragons!
And they are all at the Foundation Establishment True Person level!
No, three of them were particularly powerful, already close to the peak of the Foundation Establishment Middle Stage, only half a step away from stepping into the Great True Person Realm!
"Blood Demon Daoist!"
From the very center, a true dragon covered in ice-blue scales and with prominent horns spoke first, its voice like the clash of ancient ice, carrying undisguised killing intent. "You slaughtered the Jade Jade Palace and harmed my Dragon Clan bloodline, you deserve to die!"
How dare you set foot in the North Sea territory today—do you really think my Dragon Clan has no one left?!
Before the words were even finished, the seawater parted behind the door!
Tens of thousands of soldiers from the Dragon Palace surged out like a tidal wave!
In the front row stood the "Ice Dragon Guards," clad in heavy armor of profound ice and wielding tridents. Each of them possessed the cultivation of the Late Qi Refining stage, and when they formed a battle formation, their auras were linked, comparable to Foundation Establishment True Person.
The middle row is the "Sea Rider," who commands the ferocious beasts of the deep sea. Giant whales, vicious sharks, poisonous jellyfish, and other ferocious creatures beneath him emit deep roars, stirring up the undercurrents.
In the blink of an eye, a colossal killing formation covering thousands of miles of sea had taken shape!
Nine true dragons coiled around the core of the formation, tens of thousands of the Dragon Palace soldiers lined up to surround it, and rune chains blocked all escape routes in all directions.
Murderous intent, like a tangible cold wave, completely enveloped Youquan.
The Blood Sea churned around him. Sensing the danger, the nine thousand eight hundred Blood God Son manifested on their own, transforming into a dark red "blood cloud" that stood in stark contrast to the azure Dragon Palace.
The clash of their energies forced the seawater apart, creating a "vacuum zone" thousands of miles in diameter.
The seabed plains began to crack, layers of millennia-old ice peeled away, and even the majestic gate to the distant Dragon Palace trembled slightly.
Youquan stood in the center of the blood-red clouds, his blood-red robes fluttering and his black hair dancing wildly.
He slowly raised his head, his bloodshot eyes sweeping over the nine true dragons, over the tens of thousands of soldiers, and over the great formation that exuded an ancient and murderous aura.
A slow, wide smile spread across his lips.
He revealed a ferocious, excited smile, tinged with endless bloodlust.
"Perfect----"
He spoke softly, his voice carrying an eerie echo in the vacuum, "My Blood God Son rather misses the taste of true dragon Essence Blood."
Before he finished speaking, he slowly raised his right hand.
With fingers spread out and palm facing down, perform an extremely simple action: a light press.
"Boom-!!!"
Behind them, the Blood Sea suddenly boiled! Nine thousand eight hundred Blood God Son let out a sharp cry, transforming into nine thick "blood rivers" as large as mountains, crashing fiercely into the Dragon Palace formation in nine directions!
He wants to----
Let's just charge in and kill our way in!
Dragon Clan?
It's not like we haven't killed before!
Just as the nine rivers of blood were about to collide with the great formation -
"Youquan ----"
A voice softly rang out.
It didn't come from the direction of the Dragon Palace.
Instead, it resounded directly deep within the Purple Mansion of the Youquan.
Gentle and calm, yet carrying an unquestionable will.
The sound of Qi Yun.
A hint of embarrassment at being discovered flashed in Youquan's bloodshot eyes, but her hand paused for a moment.
Nine rivers of blood hovered in mid-air, only three zhang away from the outermost runic chains of the great formation.
He snorted coldly, but did not withdraw the Blood River. Instead, he flipped his left hand, and the lotus seed of the [World-Purifying White Lotus] quietly appeared in his palm.
The lotus seeds emitted a soft, pure white halo, which seemed out of place yet inexplicably dazzling in this deep sea filled with the Blood Sea and Dragon Clan killing formations.
On the opposite side, the nine true dragons stopped abruptly upon seeing the Blood River, and were taken aback at first.
Sensing the pure, vibrant energy emanating from the lotus seed, a look of surprise and doubt flashed in the dragon's eyes.
The Dragon Palace soldiers exchanged bewildered glances, wondering why this infamous Blood Demon Daoist would suddenly produce a pure Yang sacred object that was completely opposite to, and even subtly antagonistic to, the Blood Sea Daoist intent.
Just as the atmosphere reached a stalemate and was on the verge of exploding -
"Slow."
Another voice rang out.
This time, the message came from deep within the Dragon Palace.
His voice was deep and aged, carrying the weight of time, and possessed an unparalleled majesty that surpassed all the Dragon Clan present.
A single word seemed to have triggered the Principle of the entire North Sea.
The once raging and churning seawater suddenly calmed down.
The blood rivers and great formations that were about to collide were forcibly "frozen" by an invisible force.
Even the surging dragon energy surrounding the nine true dragons involuntarily subsided and calmed down under this one word.
All the soldiers and troops of the Dragon Palace, including the nine true dragons, bowed their heads and prostrated themselves the instant they heard the voice. "Greetings, Dragon Lord!"
The sounds converged like a tide, echoing in the deep sea.
Youquan narrowed his blood-red eyes, gazing into the depths of the Dragon Palace.
There, a faint blue light slowly began to illuminate.
Within the light, a blurry yet majestic figure slowly opened its eyes.