Chapter 465 - 449: The Former Demon Race Sacred Land

Chapter 465: Chapter 449: The Former Demon Race Sacred Land

Golden Mountain Child’s young face hardened. He untied the crimson gourd from his back and slapped its belly forcefully.

With a crisp SMACK, eighteen Magical Artifacts flew out from the crimson gourd, forming a complete set of the eighteen classical weapons.

Golden light and colorful mist surged, growing brighter and denser by the layer.

The Five Metals Weapons, all Magical Artifacts, formed a whirlwind that blocked the giant pillar of light, unleashing a continuous series of clashes and impacts.

Whenever a Magical Artifact was knocked away, a burst of Five Metals Heroic Qi would shoot out from the crimson gourd, helping the weapon return to the battlefield.

For a time, it was an even match against the Hundred-Eyed Celestial Centipede’s explosive divine light.

’The Five Metals Divine Soldier Gourd... he actually succeeded in refining it. This is the Spirit Treasure inheritance of the Great One Sect!’

Cultivator Tian, watching from the side, saw clearly that the large crimson gourd had already reached the Spirit Treasure Tier, not the Top-Grade Magical Treasure he had previously assumed.

The process of refining this Spirit Treasure itself was not overly complex, but it had extremely high requirements for its spiritual materials and subsequent steps.

First, the body of the Spirit Treasure had to be a complete Tier Four Gourd, and its quality had to be high enough to withstand the corrosion of the Five Metals Soldier Evil Qi.

Next, eighteen Magical Artifacts had to be integrated into it, preferably all refined from the same furnace so they were interconnected.

Only upon reaching this step was the prototype of the Five Metals Divine Soldier Gourd considered complete, barely reaching the Top-Grade Magical Treasure Tier.

The final step was related to the refiner’s cultivation technique, requiring the collection of Five Metals Heroic Qi from the Outer Heaven to be infused into the gourd.

It had to be nurtured and refined for thirty-three years to cultivate and strengthen that wisp of spirituality.

Then, after it devoured the Five Metals Magical Treasures, another thirty-three years were needed to push its spirituality to sublimate, finally achieving the rank of a Low-Grade Spiritual Treasure.

If even the slightest detail in this process was off, it would be impossible to succeed.

As the giant pillar of light wavered on the verge of collapse, the eighteen weapon-like Magical Artifacts were the first to be defeated, flying powerlessly back into the crimson gourd.

PTHOO!

Golden Mountain Child violently spat out a mouthful of blood. The main body of the Five Metals Divine Soldier Gourd was the large crimson gourd in his hand. The Five Metals Magical Treasures within had long been devoured by it; the weapons that appeared were merely manifestations of the Five Metals Heroic Qi and had no physical form.

As long as the crimson gourd itself was not damaged, the worst outcome would be having to go to the Outer Heaven to collect the Five Metals Heroic Qi again and re-refine the Five Metals Divine Soldier Gourd.

"Not good! The Hundred-Eyed Celestial Centipede is about to break free! We can’t stop it!"

Golden Mountain Child’s heart pounded with terror. Just as he was about to retreat and save a few of his sect’s Core Formation True Men,

A streak of blood-red light shot across the sky, and everything in the Valley of Ten Extremes froze. Even the giant pillar of light was held in place by an invisible force.

Instantly, it dispersed into primordial divine light and fell to the ground.

For a moment, the world seemed to flash in black and white.

The sound of something heavy crashing echoed from the bottom of the valley. After a long wait, the Hundred-Eyed Celestial Centipede did not appear.

"The Celestial Centipede is dead. All of you, clean up the battlefield and collect the spoils."

A faint, ethereal voice drifted over. Though it seemed to come from nowhere, it made Cultivator Tian’s expression turn serious as he spoke respectfully, "I will obey the Sect Leader, Senior Brother’s, decree."

"Was that... the Blood God Son True Monarch who just acted?"

Golden Mountain Child didn’t even realize his own voice was trembling. He couldn’t believe that the Hundred-Eyed Celestial Centipede—a creature that had plagued the Southern Domain for days and that his own strongest Spirit Treasure couldn’t even scratch—was dead just like that.

"Naturally. Did Fellow Daoist Jin not feel that terrifying Sword Light? Even my own mind was frozen by it."

Cultivator Tian flew forward a short distance, pointing as he spoke.

"Please, look. Its head is separated from its body, severed in two by a single sword strike."

"What a technique... what a flying sword..."

Golden Mountain Child fell silent for a long time before moving forward to begin dividing the Hundred-Eyed Celestial Centipede’s relic.

The remains of any Tier Four Great Demon could bring unimaginable profits after its death.

As one of the Five Great Strange Insects, the Hundred-Eyed Celestial Centipede’s value was only greater.

The most important parts, of course, were its hundred pairs of compound eyes, which were practically priceless treasures.

An ordinary compound eye, one that couldn’t activate divine light, was worth several Top-Grade Spirit Stones.

But an eye that could shoot out divine light was worth millions.

The compound eyes on this Hundred-Eyed Celestial Centipede alone could be exchanged for a great many Top-Grade Spirit Stones.

Furthermore, its pairs of legs and the hard shell on its body were all top-grade artifact refining materials.

"Fellow Daoist Jin, as agreed, let’s divide our respective gains," Cultivator Tian said slowly, gesturing with his hand.

"Of course."

Having witnessed the Blood God Son’s strength, Golden Mountain Child became much more subdued, his words carrying the deference of a junior.

The Cultivation Realm was just that blatant. The Blood God Son had proven his strength was comparable to a Great True Monarch, regardless of whether that power came from himself or from the Abi Heavenly Prison Demon Sword.

As long as he could wield that power, he was entitled to the status that came with it.

’In just a few more decades, I’m afraid even the Grand Elder won’t be a match for the Blood God Son... Is the rise of the Blood Sea Sect truly unstoppable?’

The Grand Elder of the Great One Sect was nearly a thousand years old. Throughout his cultivation, he had consumed four or five different types of Life-Extending Elixirs, extending his life by a total of nearly three 60-year cycles.

This not only required immense financial resources and the full support of the sect to gather the materials, but also a great deal of luck.

The main ingredient for the vast majority of Life-Extending Elixirs was Longevity Grass. This meant that typically only the first pill had a full effect. The second pill would only have half the potency, and the effect of the third was basically negligible.

Moreover, because the medicinal ingredients were repetitive, even Life-Extending Spirit Pills from different pill formulas would often have conflicting medicinal effects.

Otherwise, if those Nascent Soul True Monarchs could gather every Life-Extending Elixir in the world, they could live for at least another three to five hundred years.

Once the Grand Elder passed away, it would be impossible for the Great One Sect to suppress the Blood Sea Sect.

Even now, when facing the Blood Sea Sect, the Great One Sect could at best maintain a superficial balance.

The combined deterrent of the Blood God Son and the Abi Heavenly Prison Demon Sword was simply too astonishing. Their threat to Nascent Soul True Monarchs was even greater than that of a Great True Monarch.

In any case, Golden Mountain Child reckoned that against that supernatural sword strike, he wouldn’t even know when the sword light had reached him, let alone how to defend against it.

Since even the Hundred-Eyed Celestial Centipede was killed by a single strike, he wouldn’t fare any better.

After splitting all the spiritual materials left by the Hundred-Eyed Celestial Centipede fifty-fifty, Golden Mountain Child left immediately with his sect’s disciples, not saying another word.

"Sect Leader, Senior Brother, these are the spiritual materials obtained from the Hundred-Eyed Celestial Centipede."

Upon returning to the Mountain Gate, Cultivator Tian met the Blood God Son in the Blood Sea and presented the spiritual materials.

"That Hundred-Eyed Celestial Centipede was something you could have eliminated with a wave of your hand, Senior Brother. Why did you need to give half the spiritual materials to the Great One Sect?"

As the Blood God Son’s strength grew day by day, his position within the Blood Sea Sect became increasingly consolidated. Those few Supreme Elders rarely offered suggestions during sect meetings anymore.

Cultivator Tian had always followed the Blood God Son and was considered part of his direct lineage, which was why he dared to ask such a question directly.

"They are merely external objects, don’t be so reluctant to part with them... Our sect is still some distance from the Great One Sect and the Joyful Sect; our foundation is lacking, after all. But once I advance to the Late-Stage Nascent Soul, the situation will be reversed."

The Blood God Son was submerged in the Blood Sea, with no fixed form, only a blood shadow circling the Abi Heavenly Prison Demon Sword planted at the bottom.

"Elder Fei of the Great One Sect doesn’t have many years left. As long as I show goodwill, it’s impossible for them to refuse... They don’t have the Joyful Sect’s luck, which produced two more outstanding juniors, both of whom successfully formed their Nascent Souls before the age of three hundred and have limitless futures."

According to the statistics of the Cultivation Realm, the proportion of cultivators who reach the Great True Monarch realm is more than ten times higher for those who form their Nascent Soul before the age of three hundred compared to those who do so after.

This wasn’t due to a difference of a few dozen or a hundred years of cultivation time. Rather, it was because if one couldn’t even manage to Shatter their Core and Transform into a Nascent Soul until after the age of three hundred,

then their cultivation would be far more difficult. Most of the time, they would be unable to rely on the power of elixirs and would have to depend on their own efforts to progress. Breaking through to the next realm would be an even more distant hope.

Each bottleneck in the Nascent Soul Stage was as difficult as breaking through to the late stage of the Core Formation Stage.

This was also why so many Nascent Soul Cultivators remained stuck in the Early Stage Realm.

It wasn’t that they weren’t hardworking, or that they had lost their drive for the Dao after forming their Nascent Soul and had grown lax.

It was that no matter how hard they strived, they received no positive feedback, as if they had reached the end of their cultivation path, never to advance another inch.

The Joyful Sect and the Great One Sect were similar in strength, but the former had greater future potential. Thus, the Blood God Son naturally chose the latter as a partner for cooperation.

"Take the rest of the spiritual materials to the treasury. The Hundred-Eyed Celestial Centipede’s eyes are a favorite of a certain someone. With these, I might be able to get closer to them... I’m going to make a trip to the Qingqiu Death Sea. If there’s an urgent matter in the sect, you can contact me with a Blood Shadow Divine Talisman. I should be back in a few months at the earliest, or a few years at the latest."

SPLASH. A blood-colored figure stood up from the Blood Sea, a crimson robe automatically draping over its body.

Its originally chaotic, featureless face gradually formed a sinister expression, possessing the mature charm of one who had weathered the vicissitudes of life.

After a moment’s hesitation, he reached out and gripped the Abi Heavenly Prison Demon Sword, transforming into a bolt of bloody lightning and disappearing.

"The Qingqiu Death Sea..."

Just muttering the name sent a shiver down Cultivator Tian’s spine.

Even for a Nascent Soul True Monarch, the Qingqiu Death Sea was considered a deadly, desolate land, where intruders faced near-certain death.

In the current Cultivation Realm, the recognized Demon Race Sacred Land was Lankao Mountain.

But in an earlier era, the Qingqiu Death Sea was the true Demon Race Sacred Land, and many incomparably powerful demon experts had come from there.

However, the Qingqiu Death Sea did not accept allegiance from outside Demon Races, only taking in so-called Royal Demon Beasts. Even when the Central Domain swept through all the Spirit Veins, intending to hunt down and exterminate all demon beasts, they did not step forward to say a word.

In their eyes, the noble-blooded Royal Race and common demon beasts were not the same group at all. What did it matter if the rest died out?

It was this attitude that led to the emergence of Lankao Mountain, which attracted demon races from all over the world, sheltered them, and became the new Holy Land.

But in the hearts of High-Tier Cultivators, the fact that the Qingqiu Death Sea’s fame had waned compared to Lankao Mountain’s in recent millennia did not mean its strength had declined. The level of danger within remained the same.

Even though the depths of the Qingqiu Death Sea held a Tier Five Spirit Land, with countless exotic flowers and strange grasses, and Spirit Medicines over a thousand years old could be seen everywhere,

still, few cultivators dared to enter. It was a treacherous and desolate land with a solid record of multiple Nascent Soul True Monarchs perishing within.

...

「Dian Country, Two Realms Mountain.」

Snow fell like goose feathers, and the wind seemed to roll away the waning moon. Though it was just past noon, the sky had already turned gray, the daylight hours fleeting.

Three great armies of cultivators, each with different attire and equipment, occupied their own positions, supporting each other in a pincer formation.

They had set up their Battle Arrays and piled up War Magical Artifacts, their assault relentless and unceasing.

The ROARING sounds continued from morning till night, only pausing for a brief rest after several days, and soon fresh forces would arrive to continue the attack.

The Mountain Gate under attack corresponded to five peaks, forming a perfect pentagonal shape, like five stars connected by countless chains of light.

At the same time, a five-colored radiance flowed, its treasure light dazzling, its Spiritual Qi surging as it fought with the outside Battle Arrays for the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Power.