Chapter 159: The Gate of the Blood Realm
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Chapter 159: The Gate of the Blood Realm
The remaining three Native Warriors consisted of one at the Ninth Level of the Divine Body Realm and two at the Eighth Level of the Divine Body Realm, all of whom had stepped into the ranks of martial arts masters.
The one at the Ninth Level of the Divine Body Realm was an elder among the natives, referred to as "Elder Bai," an old man who had cultivated for over sixty years.
Though all three were stronger in cultivation than Ning Xiaochuan and many times his age, they were now deeply wary of him, sensing that this young man was anything but ordinary. They formed a battle formation, joining forces to fend off Ning Xiaochuan’s assault.
"Elder Bai, he’s only at the Seventh Level of the Divine Body Realm. Why should we fear him?" one of the Native Warriors asked in confusion.
"We must remain cautious. What lies within this forest must not be lost at any cost," Elder Bai replied. He was a prudent man, never letting his guard down even against seemingly weaker opponents.
Ning Xiaochuan condensed a Profound Qi Sword, his body bursting forward as he gripped the sword with both hands and slashed downward.
BOOM!
A blinding light erupted across the surface of the battle formation formed by the three Native Warriors, shattering the Profound Qi Sword. Three fists simultaneously struck Ning Xiaochuan’s chest, sending him flying backward.
"Cloud and Sunset Returning Qi!"
Strands of Martial Arts Profound Qi surged from Ning Xiaochuan’s body, forming a radiant barrier that enveloped him like a spherical shield.
The three Native Warriors pursued relentlessly, conjuring a 50-meter-tall vortex of Fierce Winds that roared like a tiger, sweeping through everything in the Underground World. A massive boulder weighing 5,000 kg was lifted into the air and crushed into dust.
Before the colossal vortex, Ning Xiaochuan’s body seemed as insignificant as an ant. He activated Rainbow Teleportation, fleeing at breakneck speed.
"Heh, weren’t you acting all tough earlier? Where’s that bravado now?" One of the Native Warriors unleashed a massive palm strike from within the vortex, leaving a deep crater beneath Ning Xiaochuan’s feet and forcing him into a perilous retreat.
The three warriors’ battle formation was akin to an impregnable fortress—an unstoppable war machine.
Meanwhile, Yue Mingsong, who had been groaning on the back of the Double-headed Stone Beast, saw that Ning Xiaochuan had lured away the three Native Warriors. His eyes lit up as he flipped to his feet, mounted the beast, and slipped into the Underground Forest.
The three Native Warriors immediately noticed this, their expressions darkening.
"Damn it! They’ve played us for fools!" Elder Bai turned to rush back and stop Yue Mingsong from entering the forest.
"Merge!"
Ning Xiaochuan fused with the Small Red Dragon, his body now clad in the blood-red Dragon Scale Divine Armor. Wielding a fearsome battle sword and sporting a pair of massive dragon wings on his back, he intercepted Elder Bai.
Yue Mingsong had already vanished into the Underground Forest.
Realizing they had fallen for Ning Xiaochuan and Yue Mingsong’s scheme, the three Native Warriors howled in fury.
WHOOSH!
The Small Red Dragon’s head emerged from behind Ning Xiaochuan, spewing a stream of crimson flames that scorched the ground black. A lock of Elder Bai’s hair was singed off—had he not retreated swiftly, his flesh might have been burned to a crisp.
From within the forest came the cry of the Double-headed Stone Beast.
THUD! THUD!
Moments later, Yue Mingsong came charging out of the woods on the beast’s back, clutching a massive 7-meter-long iron door panel—like a city gate, its weight likely measured in tens of thousands of kilograms.
On the door panel, many profound patterns were carved, and now it was being carried atop Yue Mingsong's head.
"Run for your life!" Yue Mingsong shouted at Ning Xiaochuan while glancing back, his face filled with urgency as if a pack of wild dogs were chasing him.
The three Native Warriors paled at the sight of the door panel in Yue Mingsong's hands. "Heavens, what has he done?"
The three of them glanced toward the Underground Forest, as if fearing something, and immediately fled.
"Boom—"
A crimson mist surged out from the Underground Forest, accompanied by spine-chilling shrieks. One after another, Blood Fiend Generals emerged from the mist—hundreds, even thousands of them, like a bloody army from the underworld.
Each Blood Fiend General stood five meters tall, clad in armor like giant warriors, wielding blood blades with ghastly, fanged faces. A single Blood Fiend General possessed the power to kill a Ninth Level Divine Body Realm warrior, yet here, there were hundreds, even thousands of them—an unstoppable force capable of slaughtering gods and buddhas alike.
"Thud—"
"Thud—"
A Blood Fiend Dragon burst forth from the Underground Forest, its colossal body formed from condensed blood mist, towering over 80 meters tall and covered in blood-red scales, massive as a Blood Mountain.
The Blood Fiend Dragon let out a deafening roar, shaking the entire Emperor's Tomb.
"What the hell did you do?!" Ning Xiaochuan leaped onto the Double-headed Stone Beast's back, urging it to flee at full speed.
Behind them, the Blood Fiend Generals gave relentless chase.
Yue Mingsong, still carrying the massive iron door panel, forced a bitter smile. "Let’s escape first! It’s really not that big of a deal, not at all!"
"Ah—"
A scream erupted nearby.
A Native Warrior who had been too slow was caught by a Blood Fiend General, devoured, and spat back out as nothing but bones.
Soon after, another scream followed.
Ning Xiaochuan didn’t even bother looking back—someone else had undoubtedly died.
The Double-headed Stone Beast dashed across the Mystic Spring, charging into an underground canyon before racing toward a wasteland.
They fled for most of the night before finally shaking off the Blood Fiend Generals.
By then, Ning Xiaochuan and Yue Mingsong had completely lost their bearings, unsure where they had even escaped to.
"What the hell happened? Where did all those Blood Fiend Generals come from?" Ning Xiaochuan dragged Yue Mingsong off the Double-headed Stone Beast, pinning him to the ground, certain the man had caused yet another disaster.
Wiping cold sweat from his forehead, Yue Mingsong said, "Calm down, calm down! See this door panel in my hands? It’s the gate sealing the Blood Realm—and I tore it off."
"Damn it!"
"So, you released all those Blood Fiend Generals from the Blood Realm?" Ning Xiaochuan was too furious for words.
Yue Mingsong replied, "Calm down, calm down! Have you considered why there were so many Blood Fiend Generals in the first place?"
Ning Xiaochuan steadied himself, a doubt forming in his mind. "You’re right. Even the Blood Realm shouldn’t have that many. Their combined strength is like a million-strong army, capable of sweeping through everything in the Emperor's Ruins."
"And what if all those Blood Fiend Generals charge into Emperor's City?" Yue Mingsong said.
Ning Xiaochuan's expression changed slightly as he said, "The entire Emperor's Martial Palace could be uprooted and annihilated."
Yue Mingsong nodded and said, "Remember those Nether Knights, Yin Soldiers, and Corpse Fiends we saw outside the Corpse Cave? They entered in groups, marched through the Underground Forest, and then stepped into the gate of the Blood Realm."
Ning Xiaochuan said, "Are you suggesting that after entering the Blood Realm, those Nether Knights and Yin Soldiers transformed into Blood Fiend Generals? No, that’s impossible. Though they all belong to the Yin Evil, their wills and forms are fundamentally different. Such a transformation shouldn’t be possible."
Yue Mingsong, who understood Yin Evil better than Ning Xiaochuan, shook his head. "No, there is a Mystic Artifact capable of facilitating the transformation and qualitative evolution of Yin Evil beings. It’s called the 'Yin-Yang Furnace,' a legendary ancient artifact that can aid Yin Evil beings in cultivation and metamorphosis. It’s an eighth-grade Mystic Artifact, a supreme treasure of the world—unfortunately, it’s been missing for many years."
The world is vast and full of wonders.
Any marvel may appear between heaven and earth.
Yue Mingsong continued, "Actually, we were wrong from the very beginning. When the 'Night Parade of One Hundred Demons' celestial phenomenon appeared above the Emperor's Tomb Forest, we assumed it meant the Emperor's Tomb was opening. Both we and the Native Warriors were drawn here by the tomb. But that wasn’t the case. The reason for the 'Night Parade of One Hundred Demons' was that the Native Warriors’ experts had opened the gate to the Blood Realm—they were the ones who triggered this phenomenon."
Ning Xiaochuan said, "They obtained the Yin-Yang Furnace, secretly came to the Emperor's Tomb Forest, opened the Blood Realm’s gate, and transformed the Nether Knights, Yin Soldiers, and Corpse Fiends into Blood Fiend Generals. With enough Blood Fiend Generals, they could counterattack Emperor's City and slaughter all the warriors of the Emperor's Martial Palace. That way, they would reclaim their position as the masters of the Emperor's Ruins."
"Exactly. If I’m not mistaken, there must be a figure of the Witch King’s level among the Native Warriors who has entered the Emperor's Tomb Forest." Yue Mingsong’s mood grew heavy.
Ning Xiaochuan said, "I’m curious—doesn’t the Emperor's Martial Palace have spies among the Native Warriors? How could such an important matter go completely unnoticed?"
Yue Mingsong replied, "There are indeed Emperor's Martial Palace agents among the Native Warriors. But something this critical would be kept strictly confidential. Only figures of the Witch King’s level would know the true purpose of entering the Emperor's Tomb Forest. The other Native Warriors might not even understand what’s happening. This matter is too grave—it concerns the life and death of the entire Emperor's Martial Palace. We must return immediately and inform the elders."
With a Witch King-level expert in the Emperor's Tomb Forest, this was no longer a situation the two of them could handle alone. They had to hurry back and call for reinforcements. If the Native Warriors’ experts gained control of a large number of Blood Fiend Generals, it would spell disaster for the Emperor's Martial Palace.
The Blood Fiend Generals had already vanished without a trace, as if they had never appeared—an eerie sight. Ning Xiaochuan and Yue Mingsong immediately began searching for the exit of the Emperor's Tomb.
After walking for a long time in the Emperor's Ruins, they still hadn’t found their way. Instead, they encountered a group of frenzied warriors—eight in total, all clad in the robes of the Emperor's Martial Palace.
Among them were senior students from the second cohort and freshmen from the first, handsome young men as well as beautiful female disciples.
Their expressions were eerily twisted, their hair disheveled, and their bodies drenched in blood as they fought and slaughtered one another like madmen.
Among these eight, Ning Xiaochuan spotted a familiar face—the young prince of Kirin Prince's Manor, Yu Tiadi.
Yu Tiadi’s eyes were bloodshot, brimming with killing intent. Gripping the Halberd, he rampaged through the battlefield, slaughtering the other students of Emperor's Martial Palace.
"They’ve all been tainted by the Foul Energy from the Emperor's Tomb, their minds corrupted, turning against their own comrades," Yue Mingsong said as he pulled out eight Nine-Yang Evil-Warding Pearls from his robe and hurled them at the eight Emperor's Martial Palace disciples.
The remaining three Native Warriors consisted of one at the Ninth Level of the Divine Body Realm and two at the Eighth Level of the Divine Body Realm, all of whom had stepped into the ranks of martial arts masters.
The one at the Ninth Level of the Divine Body Realm was an elder among the natives, referred to as "Elder Bai," an old man who had cultivated for over sixty years.
Though all three were stronger in cultivation than Ning Xiaochuan and many times his age, they were now deeply wary of him, sensing that this young man was anything but ordinary. They formed a battle formation, joining forces to fend off Ning Xiaochuan’s assault.
"Elder Bai, he’s only at the Seventh Level of the Divine Body Realm. Why should we fear him?" one of the Native Warriors asked in confusion.
"We must remain cautious. What lies within this forest must not be lost at any cost," Elder Bai replied. He was a prudent man, never letting his guard down even against seemingly weaker opponents.
Ning Xiaochuan condensed a Profound Qi Sword, his body bursting forward as he gripped the sword with both hands and slashed downward.
BOOM!
A blinding light erupted across the surface of the battle formation formed by the three Native Warriors, shattering the Profound Qi Sword. Three fists simultaneously struck Ning Xiaochuan’s chest, sending him flying backward.
"Cloud and Sunset Returning Qi!"
Strands of Martial Arts Profound Qi surged from Ning Xiaochuan’s body, forming a radiant barrier that enveloped him like a spherical shield.
The three Native Warriors pursued relentlessly, conjuring a 50-meter-tall vortex of Fierce Winds that roared like a tiger, sweeping through everything in the Underground World. A massive boulder weighing 5,000 kg was lifted into the air and crushed into dust.
Before the colossal vortex, Ning Xiaochuan’s body seemed as insignificant as an ant. He activated Rainbow Teleportation, fleeing at breakneck speed.
"Heh, weren’t you acting all tough earlier? Where’s that bravado now?" One of the Native Warriors unleashed a massive palm strike from within the vortex, leaving a deep crater beneath Ning Xiaochuan’s feet and forcing him into a perilous retreat.
The three warriors’ battle formation was akin to an impregnable fortress—an unstoppable war machine.
Meanwhile, Yue Mingsong, who had been groaning on the back of the Double-headed Stone Beast, saw that Ning Xiaochuan had lured away the three Native Warriors. His eyes lit up as he flipped to his feet, mounted the beast, and slipped into the Underground Forest.
The three Native Warriors immediately noticed this, their expressions darkening.
"Damn it! They’ve played us for fools!" Elder Bai turned to rush back and stop Yue Mingsong from entering the forest.
"Merge!"
Ning Xiaochuan fused with the Small Red Dragon, his body now clad in the blood-red Dragon Scale Divine Armor. Wielding a fearsome battle sword and sporting a pair of massive dragon wings on his back, he intercepted Elder Bai.
Yue Mingsong had already vanished into the Underground Forest.
Realizing they had fallen for Ning Xiaochuan and Yue Mingsong’s scheme, the three Native Warriors howled in fury.
WHOOSH!
The Small Red Dragon’s head emerged from behind Ning Xiaochuan, spewing a stream of crimson flames that scorched the ground black. A lock of Elder Bai’s hair was singed off—had he not retreated swiftly, his flesh might have been burned to a crisp.
From within the forest came the cry of the Double-headed Stone Beast.
THUD! THUD!
Moments later, Yue Mingsong came charging out of the woods on the beast’s back, clutching a massive 7-meter-long iron door panel—like a city gate, its weight likely measured in tens of thousands of kilograms.
On the door panel, many profound patterns were carved, and now it was being carried atop Yue Mingsong's head.
"Run for your life!" Yue Mingsong shouted at Ning Xiaochuan while glancing back, his face filled with urgency as if a pack of wild dogs were chasing him.
The three Native Warriors paled at the sight of the door panel in Yue Mingsong's hands. "Heavens, what has he done?"
The three of them glanced toward the Underground Forest, as if fearing something, and immediately fled.
"Boom—"
A crimson mist surged out from the Underground Forest, accompanied by spine-chilling shrieks. One after another, Blood Fiend Generals emerged from the mist—hundreds, even thousands of them, like a bloody army from the underworld.
Each Blood Fiend General stood five meters tall, clad in armor like giant warriors, wielding blood blades with ghastly, fanged faces. A single Blood Fiend General possessed the power to kill a Ninth Level Divine Body Realm warrior, yet here, there were hundreds, even thousands of them—an unstoppable force capable of slaughtering gods and buddhas alike.
"Thud—"
"Thud—"
A Blood Fiend Dragon burst forth from the Underground Forest, its colossal body formed from condensed blood mist, towering over 80 meters tall and covered in blood-red scales, massive as a Blood Mountain.
The Blood Fiend Dragon let out a deafening roar, shaking the entire Emperor's Tomb.
"What the hell did you do?!" Ning Xiaochuan leaped onto the Double-headed Stone Beast's back, urging it to flee at full speed.
Behind them, the Blood Fiend Generals gave relentless chase.
Yue Mingsong, still carrying the massive iron door panel, forced a bitter smile. "Let’s escape first! It’s really not that big of a deal, not at all!"
"Ah—"
A scream erupted nearby.
A Native Warrior who had been too slow was caught by a Blood Fiend General, devoured, and spat back out as nothing but bones.
Soon after, another scream followed.
Ning Xiaochuan didn’t even bother looking back—someone else had undoubtedly died.
The Double-headed Stone Beast dashed across the Mystic Spring, charging into an underground canyon before racing toward a wasteland.
They fled for most of the night before finally shaking off the Blood Fiend Generals.
By then, Ning Xiaochuan and Yue Mingsong had completely lost their bearings, unsure where they had even escaped to.
"What the hell happened? Where did all those Blood Fiend Generals come from?" Ning Xiaochuan dragged Yue Mingsong off the Double-headed Stone Beast, pinning him to the ground, certain the man had caused yet another disaster.
Wiping cold sweat from his forehead, Yue Mingsong said, "Calm down, calm down! See this door panel in my hands? It’s the gate sealing the Blood Realm—and I tore it off."
"Damn it!"
"So, you released all those Blood Fiend Generals from the Blood Realm?" Ning Xiaochuan was too furious for words.
Yue Mingsong replied, "Calm down, calm down! Have you considered why there were so many Blood Fiend Generals in the first place?"
Ning Xiaochuan steadied himself, a doubt forming in his mind. "You’re right. Even the Blood Realm shouldn’t have that many. Their combined strength is like a million-strong army, capable of sweeping through everything in the Emperor's Ruins."
"And what if all those Blood Fiend Generals charge into Emperor's City?" Yue Mingsong said.
Ning Xiaochuan's expression changed slightly as he said, "The entire Emperor's Martial Palace could be uprooted and annihilated."
Yue Mingsong nodded and said, "Remember those Nether Knights, Yin Soldiers, and Corpse Fiends we saw outside the Corpse Cave? They entered in groups, marched through the Underground Forest, and then stepped into the gate of the Blood Realm."
Ning Xiaochuan said, "Are you suggesting that after entering the Blood Realm, those Nether Knights and Yin Soldiers transformed into Blood Fiend Generals? No, that’s impossible. Though they all belong to the Yin Evil, their wills and forms are fundamentally different. Such a transformation shouldn’t be possible."
Yue Mingsong, who understood Yin Evil better than Ning Xiaochuan, shook his head. "No, there is a Mystic Artifact capable of facilitating the transformation and qualitative evolution of Yin Evil beings. It’s called the 'Yin-Yang Furnace,' a legendary ancient artifact that can aid Yin Evil beings in cultivation and metamorphosis. It’s an eighth-grade Mystic Artifact, a supreme treasure of the world—unfortunately, it’s been missing for many years."
The world is vast and full of wonders.
Any marvel may appear between heaven and earth.
Yue Mingsong continued, "Actually, we were wrong from the very beginning. When the 'Night Parade of One Hundred Demons' celestial phenomenon appeared above the Emperor's Tomb Forest, we assumed it meant the Emperor's Tomb was opening. Both we and the Native Warriors were drawn here by the tomb. But that wasn’t the case. The reason for the 'Night Parade of One Hundred Demons' was that the Native Warriors’ experts had opened the gate to the Blood Realm—they were the ones who triggered this phenomenon."
Ning Xiaochuan said, "They obtained the Yin-Yang Furnace, secretly came to the Emperor's Tomb Forest, opened the Blood Realm’s gate, and transformed the Nether Knights, Yin Soldiers, and Corpse Fiends into Blood Fiend Generals. With enough Blood Fiend Generals, they could counterattack Emperor's City and slaughter all the warriors of the Emperor's Martial Palace. That way, they would reclaim their position as the masters of the Emperor's Ruins."
"Exactly. If I’m not mistaken, there must be a figure of the Witch King’s level among the Native Warriors who has entered the Emperor's Tomb Forest." Yue Mingsong’s mood grew heavy.
Ning Xiaochuan said, "I’m curious—doesn’t the Emperor's Martial Palace have spies among the Native Warriors? How could such an important matter go completely unnoticed?"
Yue Mingsong replied, "There are indeed Emperor's Martial Palace agents among the Native Warriors. But something this critical would be kept strictly confidential. Only figures of the Witch King’s level would know the true purpose of entering the Emperor's Tomb Forest. The other Native Warriors might not even understand what’s happening. This matter is too grave—it concerns the life and death of the entire Emperor's Martial Palace. We must return immediately and inform the elders."
With a Witch King-level expert in the Emperor's Tomb Forest, this was no longer a situation the two of them could handle alone. They had to hurry back and call for reinforcements. If the Native Warriors’ experts gained control of a large number of Blood Fiend Generals, it would spell disaster for the Emperor's Martial Palace.
The Blood Fiend Generals had already vanished without a trace, as if they had never appeared—an eerie sight. Ning Xiaochuan and Yue Mingsong immediately began searching for the exit of the Emperor's Tomb.
After walking for a long time in the Emperor's Ruins, they still hadn’t found their way. Instead, they encountered a group of frenzied warriors—eight in total, all clad in the robes of the Emperor's Martial Palace.
Among them were senior students from the second cohort and freshmen from the first, handsome young men as well as beautiful female disciples.
Their expressions were eerily twisted, their hair disheveled, and their bodies drenched in blood as they fought and slaughtered one another like madmen.
Among these eight, Ning Xiaochuan spotted a familiar face—the young prince of Kirin Prince's Manor, Yu Tiadi.
Yu Tiadi’s eyes were bloodshot, brimming with killing intent. Gripping the Halberd, he rampaged through the battlefield, slaughtering the other students of Emperor's Martial Palace.
"They’ve all been tainted by the Foul Energy from the Emperor's Tomb, their minds corrupted, turning against their own comrades," Yue Mingsong said as he pulled out eight Nine-Yang Evil-Warding Pearls from his robe and hurled them at the eight Emperor's Martial Palace disciples.
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