Chapter 705: Detonating the Netherworld’s Sea of Blood

Chapter 705: Chapter 705: Detonating the Netherworld’s Sea of Blood

He was shrouded in an extremely faint halo of light that flickered between life and death.

The omnipresent Soul-Eroding Yin Wind and dissolving Profound Light of the Sea of Suffering seemed to be neutralized by some force upon contact with this halo, unable to cause him any real harm.

He trod upon the waves of blood as if on solid ground. His white hair drifted though there was no wind, and his deep eyes scanned this world of death.

A satisfied smile touched the corners of his lips. He had been eyeing this Taiyin Nether Dragon Fruit for many years, waiting for the fated person to appear. He had made many preparations for this, and now, it was finally paying off.

"So, you’re the Primordial Sect’s new Divine Sky True Monarch. You couldn’t hold back after all and made this foolish move."

The White-haired True Daoist’s voice was gentle, yet it was like a viper flicking its tongue. It pierced the gray mist, clearly reaching True Monarch Tong Xuan’s ears and seeming to echo in the minds of Wukong and Xu Yunfan as well.

True Monarch Tong Xuan glanced at the White-haired True Daoist, a hint of vigilance in his eyes. His experience was vast, so he could naturally discern the state this White-haired True Daoist was in.

But looking at the man’s appearance, True Monarch Tong Xuan couldn’t help but feel a flicker of doubt.

’There are only a dozen or so True Monarchs in the Taihua Spirit Ruins Realm, and I know every one of them. But this White-haired True Daoist is a new face.’

’Could he be a Golden Core Realm cultivator who’s been hiding in the shadows?’

In the Taihua Spirit Ruins Realm, of the one hundred and eight Dao Fruits of the Celestial Spirits and Earthly Fiends, most were concealed by the Celestial Dao and many Fruit Positions had already been claimed by True Monarchs. However, it was inevitable that new Cultivation Techniques would appear, pointing toward the remaining vacant Fruit Positions.

’But someone with this level of ability couldn’t possibly be a newly ascended True Monarch. It’s highly likely he’s an old, established True Monarch who severed ties with his past life and found a new Fruit Position to attain a Daoist Golden Core. And it must have been a very long time ago for the right conditions to have allowed it.’

The White-haired True Daoist paid no mind to True Monarch Tong Xuan’s gaze, sighing to himself with emotion.

"This Sea of Suffering Reincarnation... how many astonishingly talented individuals has it buried? Today, it will claim the Divine Soul of another newly ascended True Monarch, all for an ownerless Taiyin Dao Fruit. How wonderful."

He was in no hurry to act. Instead, he watched unhurriedly as True Monarch Tong Xuan frantically searched the area with his Sword Threads.

True Monarch Tong Xuan felt the White-haired True Daoist’s gaze and snorted coldly, but he didn’t stop. The Daoist Cultivation of a Sword Cultivator was one of decisive slaughter. If he were to hesitate, how could he ever uphold his tradition?

His Sword Threads spread out like a spiderweb, coldly sweeping over the black reef where Wukong was hiding.

But the True Spirit Returning Ruins phenomenon simulated by the Profound Mirror was flawless. Coupled with Wukong’s own aura being suppressed to the absolute limit and the natural talent of his Stone Embryo, the Sword Threads detected no abnormal energy signatures on the reef. They simply treated it as a dead object and swept past.

However, as the Sword Threads swept further out, they inevitably disturbed more of the muddled True Spirits, causing a silent, chaotic ripple.

A barely perceptible sneer flashed in the White-haired True Daoist’s eyes, as if he held True Monarch Tong Xuan’s crude methods in contempt.

He didn’t use his Divine Thought to scan the wide area; doing so in the Sea of Suffering could easily trigger an unknown backlash.

It might even lure out some strange Fierce Beasts from the Sea of Blood, which would be an endless nuisance.

He simply raised one hand, splayed his five fingers, and aimed his palm at the area where True Monarch Tong Xuan’s Sword Threads were causing the most disturbance.

In the center of his palm, a tiny, phantom Life and Death Wheel that was constantly spinning in reverse slowly appeared.

"Silence of Ten Thousand Spirits, Soul Return!"

A low, strange Curse was chanted.

In an instant, the already muddled and fragile True Spirits in the area, disturbed by the Sword Threads, suddenly froze as if answering a primal call.

Immediately after, the last remnants of Spiritual light on their bodies were forcibly extracted. They transformed into specks of pale light, rushing madly toward the reversed wheel in the White-haired True Daoist’s palm like iron filings drawn to a Magnetic Stone.

These points of light converged, swiftly outlining a Manifestation before him.

Several blurry humanoid figures, formed from pure Soul Power and Death Qi, were forcibly condensed.

They had no facial features, no consciousness, only the most basic sense of direction. Like manipulated marionettes, they blankly faced the directions indicated by the White-haired True Daoist’s hand.

One of the humanoid figures was facing directly toward the black reef area where Wukong was hiding.

Although he couldn’t pinpoint the exact location, the White-haired True Daoist had instantly locked onto the general vicinity by manipulating the dead souls’ instinctive repulsion toward the aura of the living.

"Found you. A newly ascended Golden Core will always give themselves away."

A cruel smile, one that spoke of absolute confidence in his victory, appeared on the White-haired True Daoist’s face. His gaze was like lightning, piercing through the gray mist to stare fixedly at the reef area.

The reversed wheel in his palm flared with brilliant light. The humanoid figures made of Soul Power let out a silent shriek and abruptly transformed into several grayish-white Resentful Soul Chains. Tearing through the gray mist with a piercing whistle, they shot straight toward Wukong’s hiding place.

Everywhere the chains passed, even the gray mist and waves of blood were stained with a deeper, deathly gray.

True Monarch Tong Xuan also reacted in an instant, shouting sharply.

"Xu Yunfan! Die!"

The hundreds of probing Sword Threads suddenly retracted, coalescing before him into three Profound Ice Giant Blades that were so solid they seemed to slice through space itself.

The blades hummed, carrying the True Meaning of the Star-Pivot Sword Soul which could freeze the Divine Soul and shatter the Ten Thousand Laws. Though launched later, they arrived first, even faster than the White-haired True Daoist’s Resentful Soul Chains. Arranged in a triangular formation, they carried a bone-chilling cold and a space-rending shriek as they viciously slashed toward the reef.

A life-and-death crisis had arrived in a flash.

Wukong’s molten-gold pupils abruptly shrank to the size of a pinprick.

He was facing two Golden Core True Monarchs. One had crippled his own Cultivation to enter the Sea of Suffering, but the essence of his Sword Intent remained.

The other was even more bizarre and unpredictable.

Against their combined killing blow, his body—which only possessed the Magical Power of the Peak of Foundation Establishment and relied on the toughness of its Stone Embryo—had no way to dodge and no way to block.

’Are you just going to wait for death? Move!’

Xu Yunfan’s urgent voice exploded in Wukong’s consciousness.

Almost simultaneously, far away on Divine Sky Mountain, a torrential flood of data cascaded through the eyes of Xu Yunfan’s true body.

The Strong Control Attribute on his Attribute Panel glowed faintly.

Xu Yunfan used this to directly transmit his Divine Sky Magical Power without any loss.

The Divine Sky Golden Core in his Dantian trembled violently, and ninety-nine phantoms of Purple Gold Thunder Dragons roared, on the verge of emerging.

A vast and unstoppable torrent of Divine Sky Thunderbolt True Intent ignored the spatial barriers and the suppression of the Sea of Suffering Law. It instantly poured into Wukong’s Stone Embryo clone through the Strong Control channel that connected them by their Origin.

"ROAR!"

Wukong no longer concealed his form, letting out an inhuman roar. This was not his own intention—he didn’t even want to face two Golden Core cultivators—but a furious release driven by Xu Yunfan’s will.

His Stone Embryo body, which bore Xu Yunfan’s face, was instantly engulfed in a blinding, purple-gold lightning.

The Profound Mirror erupted with an unprecedented ghostly light. The Soul-Stabilizing Bead spun madly, and the Indestructible Golden Nature was forcibly activated to protect his core.

’Xu Yunfan!!’

Wukong roared in his mind. But under Xu Yunfan’s forceful control, he cast aside all caution. His Stone Embryo Tendons and Bones issued an overloaded, groaning CRACK. He clenched his fists, and the Magical Power simulated by the Eight Sceneries Cloud Qi was instantly assimilated and ignited by the Divine Sky True Intent.