[Supreme Sovereign]
At the edge of the North Sea, at the Ruins of Return Crack.
This place is beyond description as an ordinary sea area.
The seawater appeared as thick and black as ink, reflecting no light, as if it were an abyss that swallowed all light sources.
The water had a nauseatingly slippery feel.
There were no fish, no algae, and not even the smallest plankton.
Only eternal, suffocating silence.
Thirty thousand feet below the sea, there is neither light nor darkness, only endless pressure.
A colossal platform, entirely forged from "Ruins of Return Sunken Iron," silently floats here.
The platform is octagonal, with each side measuring 999 zhang (approximately 425 meters). Its surface is inscribed with dense, fine ancient dragon script.
These dragon runes were emitting a faint yet resilient dark blue light, flickering like breath, firmly locking the well in the center of the platform.
well.
That was not a well in the ordinary sense.
It's more like a "wound" on the earth.
The circular sun, no more than three zhang in diameter, had jagged, uneven edges, as if it had been violently torn apart by some indescribable force.
The wellhead is not pointing downwards, but rather "inserted" at an illogical angle in the center of the platform, with the well walls twisting and spiraling inwards, its bottom unseen.
The strangest thing was the "substance" gushing out of the well.
That wasn't water, it wasn't air, it wasn't light.
Instead, it is a viscous, living substance that constantly churns and changes, exhibiting a turbid, grayish-brown "mist-like liquid."
The liquid silently overflowed from the wellhead, but was firmly blocked by the dark blue dragon patterns at the edge of the wellhead, preventing it from spreading.
It could only accumulate, tumble, and occasionally coalesce into some indescribable, maliciously vague shapes about a foot above the wellhead, before dissipating again.
Just looking at that well from afar evoked a primal urge to escape, to vomit, to scream.
This place is one of the forbidden areas suppressed by the North Sea Dragon Palace.
[The Heavenly Demon Well].
At the edge of the platform, bathed in a faint blue light, two figures quietly emerged.
The North Sea Dragon Lord still wore the same simple, dark blue robe, his black hair tied up, his face as solemn as ancient ice.
He stood with his hands behind his back, his narrow dragon eyes fixed on the well that was constantly oozing foul fluid, the light of the dark blue seal reflected in his eyes.
He stepped half a step to the side, Youquan blood-red robe fluttering wildly, his black hair dancing wildly in the invisible aura of filth.
Beneath their feet, the Blood Sea, no more than a hundred feet wide, began to boil slightly on its own, with waves of blood surging and the phantom of the Blood God Son rising and falling on the crests of the waves, shrieking.
This is the place.
The Dragon King spoke, his voice exceptionally clear yet exceptionally cold in the deathly silence of the deep sea.
"The Heavenly Demon Well is no ordinary prison."
Within it, there is no flow of time, no constant laws of space, only the eerie presence of [Heavenly Demon] accumulated over countless ages.
They are formless and intangible, yet ever-changing, and are most adept at eroding the Dao Foundation, defiling the divine Divine Soul, and assimilating all things.
He turned his head, his gaze falling on Youquan's face, a dark light flickering in his narrow eyes. "Although your Blood Sea is filthy, it is still inferior to the evil that originates here."
This well seal was laid down by the High Antiquity True Lord of my Dragon Clan, who, with the help of the power of the four seas and the Abyss of Ruins of Return, barely managed to suppress it.
Once you step inside, the seal will open a passage for you to breathe, and then close it.
When will it be released? Will it be released at all?
It all depends on your own Creation.
These words are both a reminder and a warning.
The Youquan seemed oblivious.
The flame in his bloodshot eyes burned even more fiercely, and a slow grin spread across his lips, revealing gleaming white teeth. "Isn't it better to have no passage of time?"
He slowly raised his right hand, fingers spread, palm facing the well from which foul fluid continuously seeped, as if to seize it. "To avoid being disturbed by outsiders, it's perfect for me to—enjoy it slowly."
The Dragon King gave him a deep look, then said nothing more.
He knew that the Devil Cultivator before him had made up his mind, and any persuasion would be futile.
"If that's the case—"
The Dragon Lord raised his hand and pointed his fingertips into the air nine times in succession.
With each strike, an ancient dragon script corresponding to one of the eight corners of the platform would suddenly light up, shooting out a thick, dark blue beam of light that converged directly above the Heavenly Demon Well!
Nine beams of dark blue light intertwined, transforming into an extremely complex, slowly rotating Dragon Clan seal, which hung above the well opening.
The center of the talisman, aimed at the churning, foul liquid, slowly descended.
"Laugh--!!!"
It was like a branding iron being plunged into ice and snow, or like clear water being poured into boiling oil!
The moment the foul liquid came into contact with the azure rune, a violent reaction that made one's teeth ache erupted!
The murky gray and the pure blue clashed and annihilated each other, creating terrifying, visible ripples that distorted space!
The fine dragon patterns on the edge of the well suddenly shone brightly, emitting a deep resonance like the roar of an ancient dragon!
At that very moment, as light and darkness clashed and the seal operated at full power—
In the center of the well, where the filthy liquid was most concentrated, a narrow, unstable gap, barely wide enough for one person to pass through, was forcibly "opened" by the azure rune. The gap was constantly collapsing and reforming.
Even the slightest wisp of air leaking from the crack caused the surrounding dark seawater to hiss and corrode, and even the Ruins of Return Sunken Iron on the platform's surface was covered with a layer of dull gray.
"The passage is open, only three breaths remain."
Youquan's blood-red eyes suddenly lit up!
Without the slightest hesitation, he laughed loudly, "Dragon Lord, see you later!"
Before he finished speaking, he transformed into a viscous, bloody light, ignoring the terrifying corrosive power surging from the crevice, and crashed into it!
Just as his figure disappeared into the gap, "Roar!!!"
From the depths of the Heavenly Demon Well came a collective howl, seemingly accumulated over countless ages, filled with endless malice, neither human nor beast!
With a howl, the azure rune shattered!
The nine dark blue beams of light suddenly dimmed!
The cracks in the wellhead instantly closed, and the foul fluid surged back, burying all traces.
Only the ancient dragon runes at the edge of the platform flickered rapidly for a few breaths before slowly returning to their original rhythm.
The Dragon Lord stood still, gazing at the Heavenly Demon Well that had returned to "peace," a dark light flickering in his narrow eyes.
"Blood Demon ---- Youquan ----"
He murmured to himself, his voice drifting across the desolate, desolate Ruins of Return: "I hope you really do come out alive."
Heavenly Demon Well.
There is no up or down, no four directions, no light, no darkness.
Youquan felt as if she had fallen into a pot of boiling soup made from all the negative emotions and distorted concepts in the world.
"Oh----"
He let out a low laugh, not from pain, but from—excitement.
The Blood Sea around him erupted spontaneously, and a hundred-foot-long blood wave expanded dramatically, transforming into a dark red domain that covered his entire body, engulfing the surging blood.
The incoming foul liquid is forcibly pushed aside, neutralized, and even—swallowed up.
The Blood Sea cheered.
It sensed a "power" that originated from the same source but was of a higher level.
Just as Youquan steadied himself and tried to sense the environment inside the well—
The perpetually murky expanse ahead suddenly began to "wriggle".
One after another, jet-black, inhuman-looking phantoms slowly emerged from the turbidity.
He looked almost exactly like [Blood God Son].
One was pitch black, the other blood red.
Heavenly Demon!
They sensed the aura of the sea of the Blood Sea —a filthy yet delicious scent imbued with vibrant "life" and "will."
"Hiss----"
A silent wave of intent emanated, filled with greed and thirst.
The next moment, hundreds and thousands of dark phantoms, like a swarm of sharks smelling blood, rushed madly toward the location of the Youquan!
Wherever it passed, the turbid liquid was stirred up, forming filthy whirlpools.
Within the blood-red pupils of the Youquan, golden-red light surged forth!
Far from being afraid, he revealed a near-manic grin!
"Good timing!"
He stomped his foot heavily!
"Boom-!!!"
The hundred-foot- Blood Sea behind them surged and boiled as if struck by billions of thunderbolts!
Thick, sticky blood plasma shot into the sky, transforming into nine thick, dragon-like blood-red columns that surged and spread outwards from the Nether Youquan in all directions!
Wherever the blood passed, it quickly congealed and deformed, transforming into countless complex and precise array patterns that shimmered with a dark red light!
The array patterns grew, spread, and intertwined like living things, and in an instant, a blood-red array pattern covering thousands of miles and so complex as to be dazzling unfolded at the foot of the Youquan!
Within the array diagram, 9,999 core nodes lit up simultaneously!
Each node corresponds to a Blood God Son that has already merged into the formation!
"Roar-!!!"
At this moment, the nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine Blood God Son were no longer scattered individuals, but were perfectly connected into a whole through the array diagram!
What soared into the sky was no longer bloodshed and violence.
Instead, it is a more magnificent, boundless killing intent that seems to refine heaven and earth and redefine Clarity and Turbidity!
This killing intent solidified into a tangible form, transforming into a dark red gale that howled and swept across the array!
The dark, malevolent phantoms that rushed towards them were swept away by the gale, making a hissing sound as they dissolved. Half of their forms disintegrated, and their forward momentum was suddenly halted!
Youquan stood in the center of the array, his blood-red robes fluttering wildly, his black hair rising like demonic flames.
He slowly raised his hands, his ten fingers blooming like lotus flowers, forming an ancient, sinister hand seal that contained the meaning of supreme dominion.
His lips parted slightly, his voice low, yet carrying the majesty of the Great Dao's decree, resounding powerfully in this turbid world composed of the ultimate evil of Yang: "Activate the formation!"
With those two words uttered, the formation was fully activated!
"Buzz!!!!!"
An indescribable, terrifying tremor erupted from the core of the array diagram, instantly spreading throughout the entire thousand-foot array domain!
Centered on the secluded Youquan, nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine array points flicker like stars.
Standing at the eye of the array, Youquan's blood-red eyes looked down at the struggling, howling, and black evil thoughts within the array domain, which were being constantly stripped away and refined by the power of the array. The sinister smile on his lips was widened to its extreme.
He opened his arms wide, as if to embrace this most evil land, his voice echoing with boundless fervor and anticipation within the array: "A grand feast—"
"Here we go!"
Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine array points flickered like blood-red eyes, and the winding blood-refining Dao traces pulsed like living things, transforming the turbid domain within a radius of a thousand feet into a ceaselessly operating blood-red furnace.
Those [Heavenly Demon], formed from the purest evil of Yang, are formless and intangible yet ever-changing.
At this moment, like moths trapped in a spider's web, they struggled, twisted, and screamed in vain under the power of the great formation.
The filth and malice they release are enough to tarnish the foundation of an ordinary Foundation Establishment True Person Dao Foundation and corrupt their Divine Soul.
However, falling into this Youquan Grand Formation is like pouring boiling oil into an even more intense and violent sea of fire.
Youquan sat cross-legged at the core of the formation, with a faint phantom of a Twelfth-Grade Karma Fire Red Lotus formed from pure Blood Sea essence appearing beneath him.
Every evil thought of the Heavenly Demon that was refined and absorbed was like a red-hot iron being pressed hard onto his Dao Foundation!
The evil of extreme yang is indeed well-deserved!
It shares the same origin of "evil" as the Blood Sea itself, which is inherently yin and filth, yet they are at opposite ends of Yin and Yang, like water and fire, inherently clashing and mutually restraining each other.
"Laugh-!!!"
On Youquan's body, beneath his blood-stained robe, his skin was constantly cracking open with fine, bloody gashes.
Within the Purple Mansion, the Blood Sea churned like the end of the world!
The once relatively "calm" Blood Sea now seemed to have transformed into a boiling cauldron of oil with red-hot boulders thrown into it!
The golden-red, supremely yang evil power, like heavenly fire and meteors, continuously crashed into the dark red Blood Sea, stirring up towering, foul blood waves!
Every drop of splattered blood contains a terrifying power capable of defiling spiritual treasures and eroding the laws of the Dao!
The Blood Sea is expanding.
Moreover, its color deepened, and a strange golden light began to emerge from the dark red, as if countless tiny golden worms were swimming and floating in the blood.
Just as Youquan was immersed in the pain and pleasure of devouring the Heavenly Demon and fusing with the Yin and Yang evils--
Deep within the Blood Sea, like a swamp of silt torn open by a raging storm, something buried beneath had been concealed for countless years.
In that very instant!
Youquan, whose mind was immersed in the conflict between Yin and Yang, suddenly sensed a familiar aura that he had felt before.
Extremely pure and supreme, even when it is submerged in the deepest, most ancient filth, it still maintains its "pure" essence, untouched by any dust!
Faint, yet impossible to ignore.
That's it!
That [Supreme Dao Foundation] submerged in the Blood Sea!
The Wuji Sacred Sect, Star-Plucking Peak.
Qi Yun sat cross-legged on the black jade futon, his aura as deep as the sea, immersed in comprehending the Dao Fruit of the Great Sun Purple Ultimate True Lord and his own Supreme Dao Path.
Suddenly--
Deep within his Ancestral Aperture at the center of his brow, the [Great Luo Heaven] that suppresses everything and manifests all laws, trembled slightly without warning!
Through the Youquan, he sensed a connection from the the Unseen.
Qi Yun suddenly opened his eyes, his lips slightly parted, and slowly said, "This is—[the Supreme Sovereign]!"