Dragon Blood Saint Emperor

In the dense forest, old vines were coiled and tangled, and ancient trees blotted out the sky. Light struggled to shine through, casting the woods in a gloomy dimness.

At this moment, figures flickered within, like ghosts. Streams of Divine Sense probed forward, searching every corner.

"Everyone, search carefully!"

Seven or eight figures spread out in a fan formation, advancing deeper into the dense forest as they searched.

In total, there were two at the True Essence Sixth Layer and six at the True Essence Fifth Layer. All of them were disciples of the Fiery Sun Sect.

Of course, they were only one part of the search party. Not far from them, other teams advanced, searching relentlessly. It seemed they wouldn’t rest until they found Ye Wushuang.

The Ultimate Yang True Fire that Ye Wushuang had seized was the very essence of the sun—a Celestial Fire Seed. For Cultivators who practiced Fire Element Techniques, it was a true Divine Object, enough to drive them into a frenzy.

The Ultimate Yang True Fire had been discovered by the Fiery Sun Sect’s predecessors during previous openings of the Earth Palace. However, they had failed to obtain it. Unwilling to accept this, they recorded its location, leaving it for their descendants to find.

When the Earth Palace opened this time, the Sect Master of the Fiery Sun Sect had shared this secret with Yang Dingtian, hoping he would obtain the fire, prepare for the Barbarian God Battle Platform, and bring glory to their sect.

But how could Yang Dingtian have ever expected a Ye Wushuang to appear out of nowhere and snatch the heaven-defying opportunity that was meant for him?

No matter how composed Yang Dingtian’s temperament was, he was about to explode with rage.

He wouldn’t rest until he found Ye Wushuang and reclaimed the Ultimate Yang True Fire!

"The Land of Yin Spirit is just ahead. Ye Wushuang wouldn’t have run in there, so he must be somewhere nearby. Everyone, search more carefully! Catch Ye Wushuang, and the First Brother will reward us with a Spirit Communication Treasure."

A disciple at the True Essence Sixth Layer shouted, and the lure of a Spirit Communication Treasure spurred everyone to search with even greater effort.

"No need to search any longer!"

An ice-cold voice abruptly rang out from the void.

’Ye Wushuang!’

Instantly, everyone became alert. Their Divine Senses swept out in all directions as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

SWOOSH!

Suddenly, ripples stirred in the air behind the True Essence Sixth Layer disciple who had just spoken. A ghostly figure stepped out of the void, like a White-Clothed Killing God. The very instant he emerged, a blood-red saber light chopped down with immense force.

Before the True Essence Sixth Layer disciple could even turn around, a bone-chilling cold ran down his spine as the absolute shadow of death enveloped his heart.

It left him no time to turn and get a clear look at the figure. He reacted swiftly, immediately choosing to leap forward to dodge the sudden, murderous attack.

But.

Ye Wushuang slashed out with his saber, and a second slash immediately followed.

A river of blood-red saber light descended from the sky, slashing down in a continuous, unending torrent.

BANG!

A streak of blood-red saber light struck the disciple. It immediately triggered a chain reaction as all the other streaks pounced, completely submerging him.

Ye Wushuang gave a cold smile. ’These people want to surround and kill me, but I’m just as eager to earn some points off of them.’

Having killed one man, Ye Wushuang turned to the others.

"This is bad! Ye Wushuang’s power is terrifying! We have to fall back and let the First Brother handle him!" Seeing their True Essence Sixth Layer companion obliterated in a single clash, the remaining seven were horrified and beat a hasty retreat.

’Seven heads. That should be a good number of points!’

Ye Wushuang muttered to himself. Activating Floating Light and Shadow, he gave chase. His Dragon Blood Battle Saber swung out, reaping one head after another.

In just a few moments, all eight of them were lying dead on the ground.

’I’ll just collect a little interest for now.’ Gazing at the other search parties in the distance, Ye Wushuang sneered but didn’t continue the hunt. He had come to the Earth Palace with much to do and couldn’t afford to be delayed.

He pulled their corpses into his Dragon Blood Divine Cauldron and took their Storage Rings for himself.

’It would be unbelievable if Sect disciples like them had nothing in their Storage Rings.’

’Next, I need to find the Giant Spirit True Blood!’

With this thought, Ye Wushuang turned to leave. The brief skirmish had given him a better understanding of his own strength. Having broken through to the True Essence Fourth Layer and refined his Treasure Body, his Combat Power was now enough to effortlessly kill experts at the True Essence Sixth Layer. He could even take on those at the True Essence Seventh and Eighth Layers. He finally had the means to protect himself within this Earth Palace.

The Fiery Sun Sect disciples in other areas also noticed the commotion and rushed over. But Ye Wushuang had already vanished, leaving behind only a pool of fresh, still-warm blood.

"Ye Wushuang! For killing disciples of our Fiery Sun Sect, you deserve to die ten thousand deaths!"

The Fiery Sun Sect disciples who rushed over roared in fury, their angry shouts piercing the dense forest and echoing across the sky.

...

「Land of Yin Spirit, Undying Ghost Abyss.」

Suddenly, a pillar of Demonic Light erupted, piercing the heavens. Endless Magic Power billowed out like a mushroom cloud, spreading in every direction.

Darkness shrouded the sky for ten thousand miles. Phantasms appeared one after another—Demons, Heaven-Supporting Fierce Creatures, and Senluo Ghost Shadows. The sharp wails of ghosts echoed, a sound terrifying to hear and a sight horrifying to behold.

"That’s coming from the direction of the Undying Ghost Abyss!"

Before a canyon that led into the Land of Yin Spirit, a group of Loose Cultivators was walking inside.

Upon seeing the disturbance from the Undying Ghost Abyss, a young man in gray robes at the front of the group waved his hand and shouted, "Everyone, halt!"

At his command, the Loose Cultivators behind him stopped in their tracks with surprising discipline, all while staring fearfully toward the Land of Yin Spirit.

The gray-robed youth then turned to a young man beside him and asked with a worried expression, "Brother Xiang, something seems to have happened at the Undying Ghost Abyss. Should we still go in?"

The young man beside him was named Xiang Tianxiao. He was dashingly handsome and debonair, dressed in a long blue robe that fluttered in the gentle breeze, giving him an exceedingly suave and carefree appearance.

Moreover, he was an expert at the True Essence Eighth Layer, the most powerful existence among their group.

"Go in? Of course we’re going in! The Land of Yin Spirit contains the Yin Spirit Flower, a Treasure Medicine that can advance our Cultivation. This is an opportunity we cannot abandon."

Xiang Tianxiao glanced toward the end of the canyon, a glint in his eyes as he continued, "We Loose Cultivators have no power, no backing. We can’t compete with the sects or contend with the great families. If we want to change our fate, our only choice is to grow stronger, to become true experts, to rise above the masses! The Yin Spirit Flower in the Land of Yin Spirit is our chance. We cannot give it up. It is victory or death!"

"Victory or death!"

Hearing his words, the Loose Cultivators behind him clenched their fists. Amid their fear, there was now also a firm resolve.

"Of course, if any of you wish to leave, I will not stop you."

Xiang Tianxiao didn’t force the issue.

"Brother Xiang, we’ll go with you! We’ll risk it all this one time! We want to become stronger! We want to prove to everyone that Loose Cultivators aren’t cowards, that we too will one day be powerful!"

Not a single person left. If they risked it all, they might have a chance to rise. If they didn’t, they would be looked down upon no matter where they went!

"Good! HAHAHAHA!"

Xiang Tianxiao threw his head back and laughed, his voice wild and unrestrained.

"The people from the Demon Abyss and the Illusion Race have already gone in to clear the path. Let’s head in, too."

Xiang Tianxiao called out and walked to the front to lead the way.

"Stop right there!"

However, before the group could take a single step, a cold, sharp voice rang out from behind them.

Xiang Tianxiao and his group turned to look and saw a band of young men with swords on their backs rushing into the canyon. This group was none other than Liuu Yifei and his followers.

"It’s people from the Celestial Sword Sect!"

Xiang Tianxiao watched them intently as the men beside him grew wary.

Xiang Tianxiao stepped forward and asked, "Is there something you need?"

"This has nothing to do with you. I’m looking for him," Liuu Yifei said, his gaze fixed on a handsome, white-robed figure within the crowd.