I Became Invincible After Sweeping The Floor For 70 Years Chapter 880 -: Blood Spirit God

The instant the Dark Soul Wood materialized, those demon kings, who had been resolute in their supposed demise, felt a wave of regret wash over them.

If only they possessed a sliver of the Dark Soul Wood at this moment, survival and a slow recovery would have been within their grasp.

This was no ordinary item; it was a supreme treasure, holding immense allure for those who cultivated the soul!

It had long vanished from the outside world. Not even the most affluent clans or the most powerful orthodox sects could boast possessing such a rarity. “Thank you, my Lord! I pledge my unwavering loyalty through any trial!”

The verdant flames encircling Daoist Eastern Wolf began to recede. His form, now seemingly less burdened, moved towards the Dark Soul Wood, negating the need to resort to his ancestral techniques to cripple his own cultivation for the sake of survival.

“My Lord, this is my soul imprint. Once you integrate it, my very existence will be under your command.”

Observing the ethereal white mark hovering above the Dark Soul Wood, Qin Chen accepted it and proceeded with its refinement.

Daoist Eastern Wolf’s complexion grew ashen, a clear indication that the pact had been irrevocably sealed. Should Qin Chen meet his end, Daoist Eastern Wolf would inevitably follow.

The dying chaotic demon kings, consumed by their unwillingness, lamented their choices.

Had Qin Chen revealed the Dark Soul Wood sooner, not even a hundred Daoist Eastern Wolves united could have compelled them to submit as swiftly.

But alas, the opportunity for a different outcome had long since passed.

Witnessing the demise of these chaotic demon kings, one by one, brought a collective sigh of relief.

They had genuinely believed their final moments had arrived.

“Well done, my Lord! Those wretches had been systematically draining the souls of passing cultivators to sustain themselves.”

Having severed all ties with his former brethren, Daoist Eastern Wolf now stood apart.

“Tell me, how did you come to know of the Blood Spirit God?”

The stooped Daoist Eastern Wolf responded with utmost deference, “It all began millennia ago. Within a spatial rift, an unparalleled treasure was unearthed. Numerous experts from the demon race flocked to the location, with even a quasi-emperor participating, albeit as a mere pawn. However, it transpired to be an elaborate trap. Ninety percent perished, leaving us, the chaotic demon kings, as the sole survivors. We expended every ounce of our strength, shedding our physical forms, to escape the confines of that spatial rift.”

“In truth, the treasures within had long been claimed by another. It was, in fact, a sanctuary of riches and opportunities meticulously prepared by the Blood Spirit God for posterity. It is profoundly regrettable that we only grasped this realization far too late. In the end, all we managed to retrieve was a fragmented mural. By channeling our soul power into it, we could summon a mere clone of the Blood Spirit God. Upon escaping to this desolate locale, we entered a profound slumber. We then commandeered a random black bear, establishing this Lingyuan Temple as a refuge for our rest. Little did we anticipate encountering you, Master.” Daoist Eastern Wolf divulged all the knowledge he possessed.

“A place of destiny, left behind by the Blood Spirit God for future generations?” Qin Chen’s interest was instantly piqued. “Where is this spatial rift located now?”

“ Approximately ten thousand kilometers onward.”

Qin Chen surmised that amidst the fallen demon experts, a considerable trove of treasures must have been accumulated.

Should these riches be recovered, their own strength would undoubtedly surge, propelling them forward considerably.

At that juncture, their departure from this cosmic expanse and their return to the nine Heavens and ten lands would be expedited.

“Lead the way!”

Though Daoist Eastern Wolf still harbored lingering tremors of apprehension from past events, he could not defy Qin Chen’s command, having already spoken.

The spatial rift lay directly in their path.

To depart the demon race’s perilous domain, it was virtually impossible to bypass that particular location.

With no valuable artifacts to be found within Lingyuan Temple, Qin Chen promptly set it ablaze.

Following this, he directed his entourage, guided by Daoist Eastern Wolf.

Before long, a dark, winding river materialized before them, accompanied by an ancient, dilapidated stone tablet.