Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8496: Return _1

Zhao Hai lounged in the hidden underground chamber, but a sudden throb in his chest jolted him awake. His eyes snapped open, sensing that trouble had brewed somewhere. Without such an omen, this unease wouldn't strike. Right away, he tapped into the space to scan the locations he'd visited before.

Soon enough, Zhao Hai noticed a complete blackout on the blood massacre sect in his view. Keep in mind, he'd explored numerous spots within the blood massacre sect. If he poured every bit of focus solely on it, plenty of areas should appear. He might even glimpse Dao qianzhan’s private study. Yet, the spatial map showed the blood massacre sect's zone as a blank white void. Nothing was visible. Zhao Hai's face twisted in alarm. Clearly, a major crisis had hit the blood slaughter sect. Anything less, and he'd catch some sign.

Though startled, Zhao Hai kept his composure sharp. He rose to his feet and glanced at the cultivators around him. In a grave tone, he declared, “Remain here and keep cultivating, everyone. I'll head out to check things.” With those words, he vanished from the underground space in a flash.

Zhao Hai's sudden departure puzzled the group, yet they spotted no oddities. He often slipped away for scouting runs, so this felt routine. They understood better than to probe his destinations. Such questions could irk Zhao Hai, risking their very lives.

Once outside the underground space, Zhao Hai summoned the blood lotus and slipped inside. It shrank down swiftly and sped toward the blood massacre sect. He skipped the portable teleportation array or direct space jump back because they were off-limits now. For the array to work, ambient energy needed steadiness. Turbulent surroundings turned its use into suicide.

Even his spatial zone failed him at the moment. With the map of the blood slaughter sect locked, spatial teleportation was impossible. Clearly, a massive event had rocked the blood slaughter sect, blocking the map. Attempting a space jump there could expose him. Detection of him alone was bad, but revealing the spatial zone's secret would doom him utterly. Thus, Zhao Hai avoided spatial means. He chose the blood lotus for its speed, racing toward the blood slaughter sect to uncover the chaos.

This journey relied on the blood lotus, which could morph into mist like an alien, evading all detection. Its velocity was unmatched, so Zhao Hai pushed it harder, accelerating relentlessly. Inside the blood lotus's core, Zhao Hai simmered with worry. The blood slaughter sect's happenings stayed hidden from him.

Nearly a month of flight brought Zhao Hai near the blood slaughter sect. Shockingly, the scene there remained blurry. This rattled him deeply. He couldn't fathom the mystery.

Even more startling, through the spatial zone, Zhao Hai spotted activity from the dark ghost sect. A sizable group of their disciples, guided by an elder, marched on the blood slaughter sect. These weren't pushovers; the leading elder rivaled the blood slaughter sect's six great elders in power. A thousand strong followed him, including a hundred Island Lords. The other disciples hailed from refinement and profound cultivation realms. Undoubtedly, these were the dark ghost sect's top talents.

Still, their pace lagged. They traveled via a magical weapon with inner space, aiming straight for the blood killing sect, but it crawled along. Zhao Hai reeled in confusion. The seven major sects had plotted against the blood killing sect, yet something drastic had struck it. Why dispatch so few from the dark ghost sect? Had they gleaned some intel?

Though puzzled, Zhao Hai pushed doubts aside. He neared the blood slaughter sect’s domain. Whatever unfolded, answers awaited soon. This only heightened his fears. He burst from the blood lotus, casting a disguise spell over himself. Then, he conjured a basic flying sword, posing as a rogue cultivator. Only then did he drift slowly toward the blood slaughter sect.

En route, not a soul crossed his path. No lone cultivators or sect disciples appeared. It was as though the blood slaughter sect had severed all ties to the world. Like a forsaken wasteland. Curiosity gnawed at Zhao Hai, but he knew revelation loomed in just two days!

Truth be told, Zhao Hai misjudged. Before two days passed, knowledge struck him. After one day's flight, the vista ahead froze him in place. Never had he imagined witnessing such horror.

A vast black fog sea sprawled from heavens to ground, endless like an inky ocean. Though distant from Zhao Hai, the deathly vibe pulsed clear. That fog enveloped the blood slaughter sect's lands.

Zhao Hai's spirits plunged at the infinite shroud. He recognized two causes for such mist. First, an assault by energy laced with heavy death aura, leaving residual taint. Second, mass slaughter in the zone, birthing this from myriad deaths.

Zhao Hai surged ahead without hesitation. No onlookers nearby, so he plunged into the blood sea, merging with the blood lotus, barreling into the blood slaughter sect’s realm. Speed soared now. In under six hours, he neared the fog. He leaped out, body shifting.

Proximity was mere inches away; a hand's reach could breach it. Yet, the realms differed utterly. Black fog choked that side like a void abyss. His side boiled with blood waves. His spot marked the boundary, hell's gate to mortal lands.

Zhao Hai drew a steady breath. The blood kill sect seemed utterly ruined. But which power wielded such might? He doubted any in the blood sea realm could. Even all nine great sects united would struggle to fell the blood kill sect, let alone seven. Plus, Zhao Hai recalled the dark ghost sect's inaction. Their forces assembled, but no advance.

Yet Zhao Hai had traversed countless realms, shattering worlds aplenty, witnessing horrors galore. Worry didn't grip him. He dove into the black fog below. He must probe its depths, learn the blood massacre sect's fate.

Entry brought the death aura's embrace instantly. So thick, it devoured ambient life force ceaselessly. Zhao Hai perched on the blood lotus, immune to the pull. But he knew it claimed all life nearby. Calculations showed a profound cultivation realm cultivator enduring three months max here. Beyond that, vitality drained dry. Refinement realm folks lasted half a year. Even Island Lord experts felt the drain.

Naturally, this aura spared Zhao Hai. Still, a chill seized him. The zone's might exceeded forecasts. With that, his final hopes faded. The blood kill sect was gone.

Zhao Hai's features stayed stoic as he peered ahead. Not from indifference, but experience's weight. Reason caged his fury. Rage or spite changed nothing. He needed facts on the blood slaughter sect's doom. Survivors? He must hunt the culprits, exact vengeance! Burning hatred!

This resolve chained his passions with iron logic. Only cool heads could unravel and avenge this.

In truth, he'd braced for catastrophe. If the bloody massacre sect perished entirely, leaving him sole survivor, duty called: preserve its heritage, resurrect it. And slaughter its foes in reprisal.

Zhao Hai hadn't returned from the dark ghost sect haphazardly. He'd aimed for the blood massacre sect's western defenses, nearest his blood Gale Island. First, assess blood Gale Island, blood Ghost Team, divine Arms Battalion. Only then venture elsewhere.