Chapter 600: A Different Sword Array

‘The Blood Demon Race… this aura… It’s the Demon that possessed Blood God True Monarch’s body!’

The bloody light surged, so thick it was almost tangible. A choking stench of blood, accompanied by pressure as vast as an abyss or an ocean, made Bai Zichen feel as if he were submerged in a boundless Blood Sea.

He had fought a life-and-death battle with Blood God True Monarch, so the man’s Divine Techniques and abilities were seared into his memory.

Before him, the tide of bloody light had expanded from a single drop the size of a grain of rice, hidden within the Gang Wind, to a blood-colored expanse a hundred li wide in less than three breaths.

The pressure from that truly bizarre, featureless face was even greater than that of the former Blood God True Monarch.

It was somewhat similar to Du Heng’s True Demon Avatar—that pure, undisguised, and overwhelming demonic intent.

For this Ancient Demon, the destruction of its physical body was not a setback; on the contrary, it had shed its shackles and grown even stronger.

It could now unleash the Divine Techniques of the Demon Realm with even greater ease.

Take, for instance, the tens of thousands of incredibly fine, blood-red needles that had just appeared. They weren’t a Flying Needle Magical Treasure, but were condensed purely from Divine Thought.

Although it was still a long way from the crystallized Divine Thought of a Divinity Transformation Cultivator, for a Nascent Soul True Monarch, this was already utterly incredible.

The Blood Demon seemed arrogant, but in reality, it had used a killing move right from the start, giving its opponent no chance to survive.

Against tens of thousands of these blood-red flying needles, no Defensive Magical Treasure could hold out, no matter how powerful, unless one had reached the Great True Monarch Realm.

In fact, flying needle-type Magical Treasures had always been the nemesis of Body Refining Cultivators.

Once a tiny hole was pierced in a powerful, flawless physical body, the damage would become unstoppable.

The only way to survive was to use Grotto Heaven Power to prevent the attacks from reaching one’s body, allowing the needles’ power to dissipate on its own.

However, Flying Needle Magical Treasures also had a major drawback.

They were only this powerful when used in large numbers; otherwise, they could be easily countered.

However, as the number being controlled increased, the demand placed upon one’s Divine Sense grew exponentially.

Only a Divinity Transformation Great Power, whose Divine Thought had crystallized and undergone a qualitative change, could support controlling hundreds or thousands of flying needles at once.

This Demon that had once possessed Blood God True Monarch was like a candle flickering in the wind; it would have been extinguished long ago if not for the unique properties of the Blood Sea.

But it was, after all, from the Blood Demon Race of the Heavenly Demon Realm, and had survived by relying on the principle that as long as the Blood Sea did not dry up, it was immortal and undying.

Among the many Ancient Demons who had descended to this world, its strength would have struggled to rank in the top ten, yet it had outlived all the others.

Growing anew from a single wisp of weak Divine Thought, it had clearly devoured and refined many Nascent Soul Cultivators during this time, and its pressure felt like it was approaching that of the Nascent Soul Perfection realm.

‘What a vicious and sinister move!’

Without a second thought, Bai Zichen slapped his Supreme Qingwei Sword Box, and the Star River Sword Array rose up.

At some unknown point, dozens of flying needles had silently appeared behind him, nearly piercing his body.

Fortunately, once the Sword Array was deployed, it formed its own starry cosmos. As the twelve stars, transformed from his Twelve Flying Swords, began to revolve, all foreign objects were instantly revealed.

No matter how masterful their concealment, the flying needles were instantly visible against the starry sky, shimmering with a seductive, blood-red light.

Without any deliberate targeting, the rising and falling of the celestial bodies unleashed an immense power that directly crushed the flying needles.

As for the blood-red flying needles attacking from the front, they too were underwhelming against a Sword Array that manifested an entire galaxy.

After two waves of attacks failed to make a dent, the demon recalled them, but not before losing several hundred needles.

“A Taibai Sword Sect Disciple! You again?”

The featureless face twisted, letting out a roar full of hatred. Accompanied by meaningless, low hisses, the sound of crashing waves came from deep within the bloody light.

After it had completely devoured the host from the inside out, everything Blood God True Monarch had experienced became its own memories.

Naturally, it recognized this opponent who had severely wounded Blood God True Monarch, forcing him to abandon the Abi Heavenly Prison Demon Sword just to escape with his life.

After the Blood Demon took control of the body, it had decisively withdrawn when the Joyful Sect attacked the Blood Sea Sect, avoiding being dealt with by the Nine Heavens Profound Lady.

This caused the Blood Sea Sect’s morale to collapse entirely, and the ancient Nascent Soul Major Sect, with its long history, was annihilated not long after.

Later, the Blood Demon tried to recall its former Lifebound Flying Sword. However, its unique method of survival—reverting to a single Demon Seed—had severed all ties with its past.

In addition, the Abi Heavenly Prison Demon Sword had been washed in the depths of the Blood Sea for ten thousand years and had begun to develop its own independent consciousness.

After several attempts yielded no response, it finally gave up.

However, as one of the last of the Descent Demon Clan, a Half-Step Void Refining existence who had personally participated in the campaign to exterminate the Taibai Sword Sect, the Blood Demon’s experience and insight were far beyond what Blood God True Monarch could compare to.

Although his appearance and temperament were completely different from the Sword Cultivator who had defeated Blood God True Monarch, the Sword Array didn’t lie.

Moreover, it was all too familiar with the aura of a Taibai Sword Sect Cultivator; even now, the memory sent a chill down its spine.

That expressionless, white-haired youth, wielding a broken sword, had charged the Grand Array again and again, terrifying the Ancient Demons who were already barely clinging to life.

This person was an unexpected factor; no one had imagined that the Taibai Sword Sect was hiding a second Divinity Transformation Sword Cultivator.

If not for a hand as white as snow reaching out from the void at the critical moment, wielding a Five-Colored Long Spear that pierced the white-haired youth’s chest and left a gaping, unhealable wound, their group of old and weakened Ancient Demons truly might not have been able to stop him from breaking through their encirclement.

Even so, two Demon Venerables in the hunting party had been struck by the Sword Intent, and they perished completely not long after returning.

It was a complete annihilation that left not even a wisp of Divine Thought or a single Demon Seed behind. It was precisely because of this that the terrified Blood Demon obediently shrank into a single Demon Seed.

It drifted randomly through the Blood Sea, searching for a suitable host.

‘So what if he’s a Taibai Sword Sect Disciple? He’s only at Mid-Stage Nascent Soul Cultivation… Not all of them are Heaven-Defying Sword Cultivators, invincible among their peers!’

The Blood Demon had abandoned its physical body and had originally planned to devour a few Human Race True Monarchs, then wait for an opportunity to find a Great Demon with a strong Desolate Beast Bloodline to blood-refine a new physical body.