Chapter 155: Seventh Level of the Divine Body Realm

Chapter 155: Seventh Level of the Divine Body Realm

Ning Xiaochuan swung his hand backward, unleashing a bolt of lightning that formed into a Lightning Ball, striking the crimson-armored warrior.

Boom!

Electric currents surged across the warrior’s body, but they quickly dissipated. Instead, the Blood Qi around it grew even more intense as it let out a piercing howl.

"That’s the Blood Fiend General from the Blood Realm—an undying entity with combat power ten times that of a Nether Knight. It’s the embodiment of death itself. Encountering such a Yin Evil creature means almost certain doom." Yue Mingsong was drenched in sweat, feeling death creeping closer.

"We must’ve been tainted by Foul Energy. Otherwise, our luck wouldn’t be this rotten." Yue Mingsong grabbed the Tai Sui Cub’s tail, pressing himself tightly against its rear.

Boom!

The Tai Sui Cub carried Ning Xiaochuan and Yue Mingsong back to the surface.

The ground above was also thick with Yin Evil energy. Not far away flowed a great river, and standing by three ancient bridges were Native Warriors who spotted the two of them—recognizing their Emperor’s Martial Palace robes.

"Students of the Emperor’s Martial Palace!"

Four Native Warriors, all at the Seventh Level of the Divine Body Realm, charged at them from four different directions.

Howl!

The Blood Fiend General burst from the Underground World, wreathed in a dense aura of bloodlust, its body shrouded in a crimson mist. Its emergence stirred a massive whirlpool of blood on the ground.

Ning Xiaochuan and Yue Mingsong immediately turned and fled into a Corpse Cave embedded in the cliffside, vanishing into its pitch-black depths.

The four Native Warriors, though all at the Seventh Level of the Divine Body Realm, were frozen in terror—this was their first time witnessing such a horrifying bloodthirsty demon.

They tried to escape, but it was too late.

The Blood Fiend General’s eyes gleamed through the bloody mist as it opened its gaping maw, unleashing a powerful suction force that dragged all four warriors into its mouth.

Crunch… Crunch…

Moments later, the Blood Fiend General spat out four stark-white skeletons, still dripping with traces of refined blood.

It then charged into the Corpse Cave, pursuing Ning Xiaochuan and Yue Mingsong.

In the distance, Native Warriors by the stone bridge witnessed this spine-chilling scene.

A white-haired Elder Wu, gripping a Black Wooden Staff, stood solemnly on the bridge, his gaze fixed on the Corpse Cave. "The Blood Fiend General… Could there truly be a Blood Realm beneath the Emperor’s Tomb?"

"Elder Wu, what is the Blood Realm?" asked a Native Warrior adorned with bones.

Elder Wu pondered gravely. "That’s not for you to worry about. If there really is a Blood Realm beneath the Emperor’s Tomb, then the Witch King and the High Priest are in grave danger inside. Guard the entrance. I’ll enter the Corpse Cave to warn them."

"Those two Emperor’s Martial Palace students must also die. We absolutely cannot let them spread word of this," the Native Warrior growled.

"Leave those two brats to me." Elder Wu transformed into a streak of black light, following the Nether Knights and Yin Soldiers into the Corpse Cave.

Meanwhile, Ning Xiaochuan and Yue Mingsong, having fled deep into the cave, swiftly subdued a Nether Knight. They stripped its bones, stringing them together into a Bone Garment to wear—masking their human presence.

The surroundings were teeming with Netherworld Creatures, exuding a chilling Yin Energy that sent shivers down one's spine. There were Nether Knights riding Skeletal Deer, Yin Soldiers wielding Spears, and Corpse Fiends with bodies half-rotted away. They marched endlessly toward the depths of the stone cave, though their purpose remained unknown. This place was no sanctuary for the living—it felt more like a gateway to the underworld.

"Following these Yin Soldiers should lead us to the Emperor's Tomb, but we must be cautious. If they detect the living aura on us, we’re dead," Yue Mingsong muttered, wearing a Skull Cap on his head and a Bone Skirt around his waist as he cautiously trailed behind a Female Corpse.

The Female Corpse was strikingly young, her figure voluptuous. Though her clothes were mostly tattered, her flesh remained surprisingly intact, her skin unblemished by decay. The way her ample bosom peeked through the tattered fabric was undeniably alluring, leaving Yue Mingsong utterly entranced as he followed her, drooling uncontrollably.

"ROAR!"

A crimson cloud surged forward, coalescing into an armored warrior who immediately recognized Ning Xiaochuan and Yue Mingsong.

The Blood Fiend General was far more intelligent than the Yin Soldiers and Corpse Fiends. Even disguised in their Bone Garments, they couldn’t deceive it.

"Run! The Blood Fiend General is catching up!" Ning Xiaochuan shouted, activating Rainbow Teleportation to flee at breakneck speed.

Yet Yue Mingsong remained fixated on the Female Corpse, his eyes glued to inappropriate places, his expression utterly besotted.

Ning Xiaochuan had no choice but to turn back, grab him by the scruff of his neck, and drag him along as they fled.

"And where do you think you’re escaping to?" A white-haired Elderly Man clutching a Black Wooden Staff stood before them, blocking their path. A formidable martial aura radiated from him.

This was a Native martial expert—Elder Wu.

Misfortune never came alone. With a Native powerhouse ahead and the Blood Fiend General in pursuit, even Ning Xiaochuan began to wonder if he was cursed by Foul Energy, plagued by relentless bad luck.

"ROAR!"

The Blood Fiend General caught up, its battle sword slashing toward Ning Xiaochuan with a surge of Sword Qi and bloody waves.

A blinding point of light condensed between Ning Xiaochuan’s brows, glowing like a small furnace before erupting into a searing divine radiance—"Blazing Sun Scorching the Heavens!"

"WHOOSH!"

A torrent of flames surged forth, crashing into the Blood Fiend General.

The Blood Fiend General endured the strike head-on, its armor burning a gaping hole the size of a bowl. With a furious roar, it transformed into Fierce Winds, sending both Ning Xiaochuan and Yue Mingsong flying.

Elder Wu, wary of the Blood Fiend General, retreated to a safe distance, watching as it sought to annihilate the two.

These Emperor's Martial Palace disciples had to die.

"We’re dead, we’re dead!" Yue Mingsong muttered as the Blood Fiend General advanced step by step. He could feel his blood boiling, his heart threatening to burst from his chest.

Just as the Blood Fiend General was about to consume them, Ning Xiaochuan suddenly flipped upright and struck its chest with a palm.

An overwhelming force of absorption erupted from Ning Xiaochuan’s body—he was counter-devouring the Blood Fiend General!

The Demonic Sword activated.

Ning Xiaochuan’s blood flow accelerated a hundredfold, roaring like a raging river.

The Blood Fiend General’s body was composed entirely of Blood Qi, and the Demonic Sword specialized in devouring just that.

Even if the Blood Fiend General were more formidable, it still couldn't rival the Demonic Sword.

The Blood Fiend General let out a heaven-shaking wail before finally exploding into a mist of blood, which surged into Ning Xiaochuan's body and was absorbed by the Demonic Sword.

Ning Xiaochuan's entire body turned blood-red, his skin like scorched iron, his hair crimson, and a thick, murderous aura radiated from him.

"Suppress!" Ning Xiaochuan gritted his teeth, forcibly restraining the immense Blood Qi and killing intent within him.

The elderly native, Elder Wu, was so shocked by the scene before him that he was left speechless. What was happening? The Blood Fiend General had actually been devoured by a mere student of the Emperor's Martial Palace?

"The Northern Abyss Divine Art—damn, this technique is terrifying! It’s absolutely the most extraordinary art in the world, capable of even devouring a Blood Fiend General. I bow to you, Brother Ning!" Yue Mingsong was also extremely excited, scrambling up from the ground.

Seeing that Ning Xiaochuan was busy suppressing the Blood Qi within him, Elder Wu seized the opportunity to strike and take his life.

But the moment he attacked, a massive wave of Profound Qi erupted from Ning Xiaochuan's body, forcing Elder Wu back.

This surge of Profound Qi transformed into a three-meter-wide Profound Qi Sphere, enveloping Ning Xiaochuan's body. Anyone who approached him would be repelled by the sphere's backlash.

On the surface of the Profound Qi Sphere, strange halo-like patterns formed—some resembling scorching sunlight, others like dim clouds.

To be precise, it resembled the scene of a sunset.

Indeed, the patterns and radiance on the sphere's surface mirrored the appearance of twilight clouds at dusk.

This was Ning Xiaochuan's seventh divine ability—Cloud and Sunset Returning Qi.

Ning Xiaochuan's cultivation had already reached the peak of the Sixth Level of the Divine Body Realm. After absorbing the Blood Qi of the Blood Fiend General, he broke through the final bottleneck, unlocking his Seventh Divine Source and manifesting his seventh divine ability—Cloud and Sunset Returning Qi.

Ning Xiaochuan's martial cultivation had now advanced to the Seventh Level of the Divine Body Realm.

The Blood Qi within Ning Xiaochuan's body was terrifyingly vast, and his power continued to rise rapidly. Martial Arts Profound Qi surged from his pores, filling the surrounding space.

"I refuse to believe I can't break through a mere Profound Qi barrier!" Elder Wu, at the Ninth Level of the Divine Body Realm, possessed incredibly deep reserves of Martial Arts Profound Qi. His Black Wooden Staff crackled with arcs of lightning as he thrust it into the Cloud and Sunset Returning Qi, causing the twilight barrier to dent inward.

Ning Xiaochuan reached out, grabbed the Black Wooden Staff, and yanked fiercely.

Elder Wu's body lurched forward, his balance disrupted.

Ning Xiaochuan sprang into motion, delivering a palm strike to Elder Wu's chest, his palm erupting with flashes of lightning.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Ning Xiaochuan's palm vibrated nine times in succession, unleashing nine strikes that shattered Elder Wu's Protective Profound Qi Armor, sending him flying backward with a mouthful of blood before crashing into the stone wall.

Elder Wu's body was nearly embedded in the wall, blood spilling from his lips, his chest mangled, his bones seemingly shattered—the pain unbearable.

"Hah!"

Elder Wu took a deep breath, channeling Profound Qi from his Martial Arts Heart Palace to suppress the injuries in his chest. His gaze turned sharp and intimidating as he slammed his Black Wooden Staff into the ground, splitting the earth open with a single strike.

Ning Xiaochuan swiftly retreated, landing beside Yue Mingsong.

"This old fellow's body is incredibly tough. Even after taking nine palm strikes from you, he still has the strength to counterattack," Yue Mingsong said.

"He is a Ninth Level Divine Body Realm expert. If I hadn't caught him off guard, I might not have been able to injure him at all," Ning Xiaochuan replied with a solemn expression.

"You two juniors, today I will grind your bones to dust and scatter your ashes!" Elder Wu emerged from the stone wall, his face dark with fury. A massive surge of Profound Qi erupted from his body, transforming into a Profound Qi Cloud as it pressed down toward Ning Xiaochuan and Yue Mingsong.