Chapter 165: The Yin-Yang Furnace
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Chapter 165: The Yin-Yang Furnace
Following the sound echoing from the stone walls, they pressed forward, the scent of Blood Qi growing heavier, thick with the stench of blood.
Gradually, they could see Corpse Fiends with severed arms, Nether Knights astride skeletal warhorses, and Yin Soldiers clad in armor—all moving in the same direction.
The path beneath their feet soon vanished, replaced by a bridge formed from coalescing blood mist.
The Yin Soldiers and Corpse Fiends stepped onto the bridge, heading toward a blood pool suspended in the void, and leaped into it.
"Ah!"
"Screech!"
Tendrils of Blood Qi surged into their bodies as they let out agonized wails, as if enduring unbearable torment—moaning, howling, shrieking.
When they crawled out of the blood pool, they had undergone a transformation, becoming five-meter-tall Blood Fiend Generals clad in blood-red armor, wielding war swords, their bodies radiating overwhelming battle intent.
"How is this a blood pool? Shouldn’t it be the Yin-Yang Furnace?" Yue Mingsong muttered in confusion.
Yu Qianqian asked, "Where does the water in this blood pool come from?"
"It flows from the Blood Realm, gathering here," Ning Xiaochuan replied. Closing his eyes, he used mental transmission to observe the blood pool and discovered a copper furnace suspended beneath it, absorbing Blood Qi from the Blood Realm and channeling it into the pool.
It was a crimson divine furnace, twelve meters tall, emitting scorching yang energy from its front while icy yin energy condensed at its back. Within the furnace, the two opposing energies merged, forming a cluster of Bright Flame.
The Yin-Yang Furnace.
A legendary eighth-grade Mystic Artifact, capable of reversing yin and yang, transforming spirits and ghosts, and enhancing the power of Yin Soldiers and Corpse Fiends.
This divine furnace, weighing 43,000 kg, hovered in the void, slowly rotating as the nexus connecting the blood pool and the Blood Realm.
Ning Xiaochuan and the other three didn’t recklessly charge forward to seize the Yin-Yang Furnace, for a large group of Native Martial Artists stood guard by the blood pool, watching over it.
Among them, the elders seated at three key positions around the pool were the most formidable, their Profound Qi surging like vast oceans—undoubtedly figures who had transcended the mundane realm.
This was a pivotal moment for the natives—whether they could defeat the Emperor's Martial Palace and reclaim their dominion over the Emperor's Tomb. Not only had Earthly Venerable Realm experts personally taken charge, but several elders who had transcended the mundane realm had also been mobilized to ensure absolute success.
For the natives, this was a matter of life and death.
"You lure them away, and I’ll seize the Yin-Yang Furnace. If we can control it, we should be able to command all the Blood Fiend Generals created by it within the Emperor's Tomb," Ji Hanxing said, her gaze fixed on Ning Xiaochuan.
As the strongest among them, it was natural for her to take command.
Ning Xiaochuan, with his Rainbow Teleportation ability and the flight talent of the Wings of Rage, was the obvious choice to divert the native warriors.
Just as Ning Xiaochuan and Ji Hanxing prepared to act, Yue Mingsong hesitantly spoke up, "I have a... questionable idea. Maybe we could try it?"
Ji Hanxing’s brows furrowed, and she nearly pinned Yue Mingsong to the stone wall with her Dragon Elephant Halberd Spear, convinced he was only slowing them down.
But Ning Xiaochuan, aware of Yue Mingsong’s expertise in dealing with Yin Soldiers and Corpse Fiends, stopped her and urged him to continue.
Yue Mingsong said, "There are only four of us, while the Natives have at least thirty experts. And among our four, two are Heart Nurturers, and one is severely injured. This... no, no, I’m not looking down on the three of you. What I mean is, no matter how hard we fight, we can’t possibly seize the Yin-Yang Furnace. The gap between us is too vast."
Ning Xiaochuan and Ji Hanxing naturally understood this, but there was no other choice now. They had to act immediately—no delays. If they waited for the Native Martial Venerables to return, they would truly have no chance left.
Ning Xiaochuan narrowed his eyes and said, "If we could make those Blood Fiend Generals lose their minds and cause chaos, we might still have a slim opportunity."
"Exactly! Great minds think alike. That’s precisely what I meant!" Yue Mingsong slapped his thigh excitedly. "Your Northern Abyss Divine Art can devour Blood Qi. Once you activate it, you’ll surely enrage those Blood Fiend Generals, making them lose control and attack recklessly."
"My current cultivation isn’t high enough, and the Northern Abyss Divine Art isn’t yet powerful. My strength is limited... but we can try." Without hesitation, Ning Xiaochuan stepped to the edge of the Void Blood Bridge, extended his hands, and fully unleashed the power of the Annihilation Path, awakening the Demonic Sword. A vast, annihilating force erupted from his body.
This was the first time Ning Xiaochuan had fully unleashed the power of the Annihilation Path. Around him, scenes of mountains of corpses, oceans of blood, and collapsing stars appeared, forming a massive vortex that emitted a suction force, devouring all living beings with Blood Qi in the air.
The Blood Fiend Generals, all composed of condensed Blood Qi, were the most affected.
"Roar!"
Originally, the Blood Fiend Generals' emotions were controlled by the Yin-Yang Furnace. But once the power of the Demonic Sword emerged, it severed their connection to the furnace, exposing their innate bloodthirsty nature.
"Gulp!"
One Blood Fiend General opened its bloody maw and swallowed a Native Warrior at the Seventh Level of the Divine Body Realm whole. The warrior tried to use Martial Arts Divine Abilities to tear the Blood Fiend General apart, but it bit him in half—one half swallowed, the other half falling to the ground.
By the Blood Pool, hundreds of Blood Fiend Generals went berserk, attacking every living being in sight. In just the span of a breath, six Native Warriors met gruesome deaths.
The three elders at the Transcendent Realm guarding the Blood Pool simultaneously opened their eyes, unleashing three overwhelming auras. They immediately channeled Martial Arts Profound Qi into the Yin-Yang Furnace, attempting to use its power to regain control over the Blood Fiend Generals.
A Native martial expert spotted Ning Xiaochuan in the distance and shouted, "It’s him! He’s wearing the robes of the Emperor's Martial Palace—a disciple of the Emperor's Martial Palace! He’s the one who drove the Blood Fiend Generals mad!"
"Everyone, attack! Eliminate him!"
Six Native martial experts, their bodies enveloped in Profound Qi, transformed into six streaks of light, crossing the Void Blood Bridge at terrifying speed to kill Ning Xiaochuan.
Ji Hanxing stood at the bridge’s head, clad in crimson battle armor, gripping the Dragon Elephant Halberd Spear. Her imposing figure radiated the aura of a war goddess.
She let out a cold snort from her mouth, her body moving as she charged forward.
"Swish! Swish! Swish!"
She shifted her position six times in succession, pausing six times, leaving six afterimages on the Demon Ventricles.
The next moment, she stood at the other end of the Void Blood Bridge, right at the edge of the Blood Pool.
"Thud! Thud!"
The six martial arts masters of the Natives collapsed to the ground, each with a bowl-sized bloody hole in their chests—their bodies pierced through by the Dragon Elephant Halberd Spear, their internal organs utterly shredded.
All of this happened in the mere instant Ji Hanxing crossed the bridge. The six martial arts masters fell in pools of their own blood.
Now, she stood at the edge of the Blood Pool, gripping the Dragon Elephant Halberd Spear in her hand. Flames surged violently from the spear, forming a fiery cloud that crashed down upon the Blood Pool.
"Boom! Rumble!"
The Dragon Elephant Halberd Spear shattered the entire Blood Pool, sending over a dozen streams of blood splashing outward, flowing in multiple directions like crimson rivulets.
Following the sound echoing from the stone walls, they pressed forward, the scent of Blood Qi growing heavier, thick with the stench of blood.
Gradually, they could see Corpse Fiends with severed arms, Nether Knights astride skeletal warhorses, and Yin Soldiers clad in armor—all moving in the same direction.
The path beneath their feet soon vanished, replaced by a bridge formed from coalescing blood mist.
The Yin Soldiers and Corpse Fiends stepped onto the bridge, heading toward a blood pool suspended in the void, and leaped into it.
"Ah!"
"Screech!"
Tendrils of Blood Qi surged into their bodies as they let out agonized wails, as if enduring unbearable torment—moaning, howling, shrieking.
When they crawled out of the blood pool, they had undergone a transformation, becoming five-meter-tall Blood Fiend Generals clad in blood-red armor, wielding war swords, their bodies radiating overwhelming battle intent.
"How is this a blood pool? Shouldn’t it be the Yin-Yang Furnace?" Yue Mingsong muttered in confusion.
Yu Qianqian asked, "Where does the water in this blood pool come from?"
"It flows from the Blood Realm, gathering here," Ning Xiaochuan replied. Closing his eyes, he used mental transmission to observe the blood pool and discovered a copper furnace suspended beneath it, absorbing Blood Qi from the Blood Realm and channeling it into the pool.
It was a crimson divine furnace, twelve meters tall, emitting scorching yang energy from its front while icy yin energy condensed at its back. Within the furnace, the two opposing energies merged, forming a cluster of Bright Flame.
The Yin-Yang Furnace.
A legendary eighth-grade Mystic Artifact, capable of reversing yin and yang, transforming spirits and ghosts, and enhancing the power of Yin Soldiers and Corpse Fiends.
This divine furnace, weighing 43,000 kg, hovered in the void, slowly rotating as the nexus connecting the blood pool and the Blood Realm.
Ning Xiaochuan and the other three didn’t recklessly charge forward to seize the Yin-Yang Furnace, for a large group of Native Martial Artists stood guard by the blood pool, watching over it.
Among them, the elders seated at three key positions around the pool were the most formidable, their Profound Qi surging like vast oceans—undoubtedly figures who had transcended the mundane realm.
This was a pivotal moment for the natives—whether they could defeat the Emperor's Martial Palace and reclaim their dominion over the Emperor's Tomb. Not only had Earthly Venerable Realm experts personally taken charge, but several elders who had transcended the mundane realm had also been mobilized to ensure absolute success.
For the natives, this was a matter of life and death.
"You lure them away, and I’ll seize the Yin-Yang Furnace. If we can control it, we should be able to command all the Blood Fiend Generals created by it within the Emperor's Tomb," Ji Hanxing said, her gaze fixed on Ning Xiaochuan.
As the strongest among them, it was natural for her to take command.
Ning Xiaochuan, with his Rainbow Teleportation ability and the flight talent of the Wings of Rage, was the obvious choice to divert the native warriors.
Just as Ning Xiaochuan and Ji Hanxing prepared to act, Yue Mingsong hesitantly spoke up, "I have a... questionable idea. Maybe we could try it?"
Ji Hanxing’s brows furrowed, and she nearly pinned Yue Mingsong to the stone wall with her Dragon Elephant Halberd Spear, convinced he was only slowing them down.
But Ning Xiaochuan, aware of Yue Mingsong’s expertise in dealing with Yin Soldiers and Corpse Fiends, stopped her and urged him to continue.
Yue Mingsong said, "There are only four of us, while the Natives have at least thirty experts. And among our four, two are Heart Nurturers, and one is severely injured. This... no, no, I’m not looking down on the three of you. What I mean is, no matter how hard we fight, we can’t possibly seize the Yin-Yang Furnace. The gap between us is too vast."
Ning Xiaochuan and Ji Hanxing naturally understood this, but there was no other choice now. They had to act immediately—no delays. If they waited for the Native Martial Venerables to return, they would truly have no chance left.
Ning Xiaochuan narrowed his eyes and said, "If we could make those Blood Fiend Generals lose their minds and cause chaos, we might still have a slim opportunity."
"Exactly! Great minds think alike. That’s precisely what I meant!" Yue Mingsong slapped his thigh excitedly. "Your Northern Abyss Divine Art can devour Blood Qi. Once you activate it, you’ll surely enrage those Blood Fiend Generals, making them lose control and attack recklessly."
"My current cultivation isn’t high enough, and the Northern Abyss Divine Art isn’t yet powerful. My strength is limited... but we can try." Without hesitation, Ning Xiaochuan stepped to the edge of the Void Blood Bridge, extended his hands, and fully unleashed the power of the Annihilation Path, awakening the Demonic Sword. A vast, annihilating force erupted from his body.
This was the first time Ning Xiaochuan had fully unleashed the power of the Annihilation Path. Around him, scenes of mountains of corpses, oceans of blood, and collapsing stars appeared, forming a massive vortex that emitted a suction force, devouring all living beings with Blood Qi in the air.
The Blood Fiend Generals, all composed of condensed Blood Qi, were the most affected.
"Roar!"
Originally, the Blood Fiend Generals' emotions were controlled by the Yin-Yang Furnace. But once the power of the Demonic Sword emerged, it severed their connection to the furnace, exposing their innate bloodthirsty nature.
"Gulp!"
One Blood Fiend General opened its bloody maw and swallowed a Native Warrior at the Seventh Level of the Divine Body Realm whole. The warrior tried to use Martial Arts Divine Abilities to tear the Blood Fiend General apart, but it bit him in half—one half swallowed, the other half falling to the ground.
By the Blood Pool, hundreds of Blood Fiend Generals went berserk, attacking every living being in sight. In just the span of a breath, six Native Warriors met gruesome deaths.
The three elders at the Transcendent Realm guarding the Blood Pool simultaneously opened their eyes, unleashing three overwhelming auras. They immediately channeled Martial Arts Profound Qi into the Yin-Yang Furnace, attempting to use its power to regain control over the Blood Fiend Generals.
A Native martial expert spotted Ning Xiaochuan in the distance and shouted, "It’s him! He’s wearing the robes of the Emperor's Martial Palace—a disciple of the Emperor's Martial Palace! He’s the one who drove the Blood Fiend Generals mad!"
"Everyone, attack! Eliminate him!"
Six Native martial experts, their bodies enveloped in Profound Qi, transformed into six streaks of light, crossing the Void Blood Bridge at terrifying speed to kill Ning Xiaochuan.
Ji Hanxing stood at the bridge’s head, clad in crimson battle armor, gripping the Dragon Elephant Halberd Spear. Her imposing figure radiated the aura of a war goddess.
She let out a cold snort from her mouth, her body moving as she charged forward.
"Swish! Swish! Swish!"
She shifted her position six times in succession, pausing six times, leaving six afterimages on the Demon Ventricles.
The next moment, she stood at the other end of the Void Blood Bridge, right at the edge of the Blood Pool.
"Thud! Thud!"
The six martial arts masters of the Natives collapsed to the ground, each with a bowl-sized bloody hole in their chests—their bodies pierced through by the Dragon Elephant Halberd Spear, their internal organs utterly shredded.
All of this happened in the mere instant Ji Hanxing crossed the bridge. The six martial arts masters fell in pools of their own blood.
Now, she stood at the edge of the Blood Pool, gripping the Dragon Elephant Halberd Spear in her hand. Flames surged violently from the spear, forming a fiery cloud that crashed down upon the Blood Pool.
"Boom! Rumble!"
The Dragon Elephant Halberd Spear shattered the entire Blood Pool, sending over a dozen streams of blood splashing outward, flowing in multiple directions like crimson rivulets.
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