Deep within the endless demon realm, dark clouds obscure the sun, demonic energy swirls, and all is silent except for the wind, carrying a low whimper, as it winds through the dark canyons.
This is the most feared place on the Tianchen Continent—the Dark Abyss, an alien world twisted by demonic power.
The Ten Demonic Venerables, each name enough to make the cultivation world tremble, rose from the abyss of the Demon Realm. They fused with the essence left behind by ancient demon gods through their own strength, gaining world-destroying power.
Their eyes were like abysses, flashing with an eerie light. Their black robes fluttered in the demonic wind, and they were surrounded by inextinguishable demonic flames, as if even the heavens and earth would change color.
Long Aotian sat on a throne made of piled bones, surrounded by demons loyal to the Crimson Blood Demon Lord.
Whether they roar menacingly or look submissive, they all exude the terror and majesty of this territory.
Sensing the presence of powerful demonic cultivators nearby, he slowly opened his eyes, a playful smile playing on his lips, as if these young lives were nothing more than insignificant ants in his eyes.
Wu Qiankun's death did not affect him at all; he paid no attention to it. After returning to the Crimson Blood Demon Lord's palace, he chose to refine the blood pool in the palace.
The reason why the Crimson Blood Demon Lord was reborn after being killed by the ancient emperor was because this blood pool contained a wisp of his primordial spirit. Even if he was killed, as long as he was given more time, he could be resurrected with the help of the blood pool.
Only he and Long Aotian entered this palace; even if other demon lords entered, they wouldn't be able to find it.
"Crimson Blood Demon Lord, I should thank you properly for leaving me a gift," Long Aotian sneered.
As long as he refines the Blood Pool, he can obtain the power of the Crimson Blood Demon Lord, break through the shackles, and become the supreme demon.
A chilling wind blew all around, carrying sounds like ghosts wailing and howling. The air itself seemed to solidify, making it hard to breathe.
But his steps were firm, his eyes flashing with determination and fervor, as he reached the edge of the blood pool.
The blood pool, like a giant ruby embedded in the ground, emitted a bloody light that illuminated the entire space with an eerie red hue.
With a deafening roar, Long Aotian unleashed his full power, and the thunder and flames transformed into a giant dragon, roaring as it charged towards the blood pool.
In an instant, the blood pool boiled, and the resentment and evil energy, like enraged beasts, launched a frenzied counterattack.
Long Aotian showed no fear. His spiritual power surged within him, and he absorbed the power one by one, turning it into his own.
Under the influence of this force, his physical body gradually became crystal clear, as if it were carved from jade, emitting a faint spiritual light.
"With my blood, I will refine this pool; with my soul, I will suppress all paths!" Long Aotian roared, his blood boiling. A drop of bright red essence blood leaped from his fingertip and merged into the blood pool.
The violent energy within the blood pool miraculously calmed down, forming mysterious runes that surrounded Long Aotian and merged with him.
The process of refining the blood pool was painful and lengthy, and Long Aotian's body was on the verge of collapse several times, but he persevered thanks to his amazing will and thirst for power.
The last trace of evil energy was completely absorbed, the blood pool dried up completely, turning into a dark red sphere, which he swallowed.
Refining the power of the blood pool, Long Aotian was filled with pride, feeling the flow of immense power and experiencing unprecedented comfort.
He was about to go into seclusion to consolidate his cultivation level when suddenly his divine sense moved and he arrived outside the main hall.
"Night Lord, what brings you here?" Long Aotian asked curiously, looking at the woman in the long dress before him.
"I heard that the Crimson Blood Demon Lord has fallen. As his friend, I naturally have to come and pay my respects," Su Yufei said with a calm smile.
They called it a memorial service, but their eyes were full of schadenfreude.
"Oh, you inherited his power?" She sensed Long Aotian's aura fluctuations, which were very similar to those of the Crimson Blood Demon Lord. His strength had also increased dramatically, clearly because he had refined that blood pool.
“From now on, I will be in charge of the Crimson Blood Palace. Does Night Lord have any objections?” Long Aotian said coldly.
"Very well, the Crimson Blood Palace cannot be without a master, then I will not disturb you any longer."
After Ye Zun finished speaking, the Crimson Blood Palace darkened, and she took long strides to leave.
Long Aotian snorted coldly, then turned around to go back to his seclusion.
call out
A black longsword pierced through his heart. Before he knew it, Su Yufei appeared behind him, her gaze icy and her eyes filled with intense killing intent.
“Long Aotian, it’s a pity you’ve overlooked one thing: wherever night falls, darkness is where my true self resides,” Su Yufei said coldly.
"This sword was forged from the bones of an ancient Soul-Devouring Hou. Even if you possess the cultivation of a Demon Lord, your primordial spirit and soul will be completely devoured."
Long Aotian stared at the longsword piercing his heart, his clothes stained crimson with blood, but he showed no panic or fear. A mocking smile played on his lips as he said, "Oh, is that so?"
His body became hard, his flesh hardened, and his appearance changed.
Su Yufei's pupils suddenly contracted, and she said, word by word, "Emperor Puppet?"
boom
An explosion rang out, and terrifying energy leveled the Crimson Blood Palace to the ground. All the demons within a hundred miles were devoured by this power and vanished into thin air.
Su Yufei was like a falling leaf, coughing up blood incessantly. The Emperor Puppet exploded, comparable to a Demon Lord's desperate attack. She was at the center of the explosion and suffered severe injuries.
"Should I call you Night Venerable or Fifth Senior Sister?" Long Aotian's true form appeared, his face full of mockery, as he grabbed her chin, his eyes filled with murderous intent.
Su Yufei wanted to speak, but blood wouldn't flow from her throat, and her breath was weak.
"None of that matters anymore. I originally wanted you to live a little longer, but you were just itching to die," Long Aotian said with a sinister smile.
Lin Fan, who was recuperating at the Liu family's residence, suddenly opened his eyes and gazed at the Demon Realm in the far west, his eyes flashing with a strange black light.
After a long while, he sighed softly.
"Senior Brother Lin, are your injuries all healed?" Murong Xuanqiu wove a wreath in her hands, placed it on his head, and then smiled gently.
Half a year has passed since the last battle. His injuries have healed, and his cultivation level has been completely consolidated.
"I'm much better now. I have a gift I'd like to give you," Lin Fan said.
Murong Xuanqiu's eyes brightened slightly as she looked at him expectantly.
Lin Fan handed her the Demon-Binding Rope and the Body-Lifting Doll, and then obtained a set of Emperor-level battle armor from the system.
Seeing these items, all of which were life-saving treasures, she knew what he was thinking, and a bright smile appeared on her pretty face.
"Is this how you use the Demon-Binding Rope?" With a slight thought, she activated the Demon-Binding Rope and quietly bound Lin Fan.
"What is this?" Lin Fan was speechless. He gave you this to give you more ways to save your life, and you used it to tie me up?
"Senior brother, you can go and deal with Long Aotian without worry. I'll stay here and take care of the child for you." She reached out and rubbed his face, then picked him up and rushed into the room.
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