Chapter 546 - 327: To Repay the Grace of Nine Lifetimes, I Would Rather Betray the Heavens Than Fail You

The void, over a hundred thousand meters high, had already become the battlefield for the three Great Powers: Snake Consort, Dragon Halberd, and Qi Xingyan.

Flashes of light continuously streaked from the heavens, but the outcome was impossible to predict.

However, as more and more people learned of the Absolute Brewed Blood Spring’s appearance, they began to converge on this location.

"A Treasure has appeared!"

"If we can just seize the mineral deposit before us, the wealth would be comparable to that of a First-class Sect, to say nothing of this Blood Spring."

’Could this be my Immortal Level Opportunity?’

Lu Mingyuan caught a whiff of the Absolute Brewed Blood Spring’s mist. Just a single scent made the shattered bones and Acupoints all over his body ache with a desperate hunger.

’Such purity!’

The pleasant sensation made him cry out in surprise.

Just a moment ago, he had been puzzled.

’Why would the power contained within this Blood Spring be greater than that of the Divine Fallen Blood Jade?’

’Generally, the concentration in a solid crystal is higher than in a liquid.’

’Otherwise, he wouldn’t have ignored the Blood Spring at first glance and focused on inspecting the mineral deposit.’

Now he understood.

The Absolute Brewed Blood Spring was entirely true Divine Blood. Rather than a "brewed spring," it was actually a Divine Object formed from the fusion of Spiritual Qi and Divine Blood over tens of thousands of years.

It had remained perfectly preserved, even deep underground.

The Divine Fallen Blood Jade, on the other hand, was a fusion with stone. No matter how concentrated it was, it couldn’t compare to true Divine Blood. It still contained impurities; it was merely a matter of quantity.

Lu Mingyuan guessed.

’For this Absolute Brewed Blood Spring to be so perfectly preserved and possess such divinity...’

’There must be the corpse of a Divine Being nearby!’

In an instant, at least twenty Middle Fifth Grade Cultivators charged out. They crowded together, taking out their Spatial Treasures to collect the spring, hoping to claim it all for themselves.

But from the Demon Race’s camp, a man in a large robe with a slender build and a restrained aura emerged, surrounded by a sinister starlight. He had three eyes, the Demon Eye on his forehead shining with incomparable brilliance, and motes of light twinkled around his body.

He threw open his robe!

His sturdy Flesh Body was covered in a thousand Demon Eyes.

A brilliant, multicolored demonic light flared!

The cultivators who had flown out were quickly frozen in mid-air by these strange eyes. They all plummeted to the ground, tumbling into a disheveled heap and rolling in agony.

This Hundred-Eyed Demon Monarch’s true form was clearly a Centipede Great Demon, and this demonic light was his cultivated Lifebound Divine Technique.

The Demon Race, clearly aware that a great Opportunity had appeared, saw this and sent out six more Demon Venerable experts. Each unleashed their strongest attacks on the other contenders.

On the Human Race’s side, the second wave was led by Wu Quan, the Second Emperor’s Son of the Silver Frost Empire. He brought three Red-robed Arhats from the Silver Frost Empire with him, joining the fray.

Each of the Arhats unleashed their own Buddhist Merit Dharma Aspect.

One was the Cyan Ox Buddha Aspect, the second was the White Elephant Venerable Bodhisattva Aspect, and the third was the Golden Cicada Saint Crown Aspect.

Ever since Wuxun, the Eldest Emperor’s Son, was crippled by a single blow from Lu Mingyuan in the battle of the Seven Kingdoms in the valley, he had become utterly useless. Several High Monks had worked together to save him, barely managing to keep him alive. But his meridians were all severed, his Qi Sea Dantian was shattered, and his lower body was paralyzed. Only his head could still move, and he did not have much of his lifespan remaining.

As a result, he spent his days shut away in a courtyard, propping up his head to stare at the setting sun, watching his life count down to its end.

All the responsibility had now fallen onto the shoulders of the Second Emperor’s Son, Wu Quan.

Compared to his flamboyant older brother, Wu Quan was far more introverted and composed, never letting his emotions show on his face.

He didn’t seem like a member of the Great Frost Royal Family; he was more like someone from the Central Plains Dynasty.

Even he found it difficult to resist the allure of the Divine Blood.

If he could obtain even a single cup of the Absolute Brewed Blood Spring, his Cultivation would be enough to advance to the Eleventh Realm.

The four First-Class Tributors of the Nanli Dynasty remained still and did not make a move. They were clearly conserving their strength, waiting for the Great Yan Dynasty.

Li Muwan and the Nanli Sword Saint both watched Lu Mingyuan’s position.

If Lu Mingyuan didn’t act, they wouldn’t either.

Li Muwan was keeping her promise. Since she had chosen to stand with Great Yan and become an ally of the Great Yan Dynasty, there were certain things she had to do.

In the Great Yan Dynasty’s camp, top-tier experts from the Three Academies like Taiwei True Monarch, Saintess Ziwei, Yun Qinghe, and Well Water True Monarch all appeared remarkably calm. They simply watched the battle in the air unfold.

They wouldn’t make a rash move unless Lu Mingyuan gave the word.

The venerable Chess Saint was recuperating on the side and had no intention of joining the battle, but he had ordered his disciples to be on standby.

Two disciples in Confucian robes with clear and handsome features, one man and one woman, also joined the Great Yan Camp.

WHOOSH—

The fight for the Absolute Brewed Blood Spring wasn’t over yet when another cloud of blood-red mist erupted from beneath the ground. A corrupt, scarlet Divine Flower flew out from within it.

The Corrupt Divine Flower had nine crystal-clear stamens, plump and glistening. Though the entire Corrupt Divine Flower looked small when viewed from the mountain below, it was actually tens of meters tall and radiated a dense Qi Blood Divine Power.

The Divine Flower was as tall as a pavilion—it was a giant flower.

Clearly, this Divine Flower was even more valuable and precious.

It had blossomed from within the Blood Spring, nurtured by the Divine Blood.

Immediately, another large group of experts charged out. The Military Family Sword Cultivators from the Great Sui Dynasty and the Martial Arts Tributors from the Great Wu Dynasty could no longer hold back, thus forming a second battlefield.

However, before most of the Cultivators could even get close to the Corrupt Divine Flower, they were bombarded by dozens of Magical Treasures and beaten back.

Every living being who could join the final struggle was a top-tier expert. There were no weaklings, none below the Ninth Realm. Trying to seize the Holy Flower would be no easy feat.