Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8500: An oath (1)

Capítulo 8500: An oath (1)

Gazing at the myriad swirling vortices, Zhao Hai's composed thoughts ultimately failed to endure. His feelings surged wildly, with sorrow overwhelming his consciousness. He tilted his head upward, and tears cascaded down his face without restraint. Remaining silent, he permitted the tears to trail over his cheeks and drop onto the Golden Lotus below his feet. There, they scattered and faded away.

He uttered no cry. He merely stared at the countless eddies and the spot where Blood Slaughter Island had vanished. Yet his tears continued to stream. He refrained from stemming them, for control eluded him at that moment. He understood the peril in his actions. As a cultivator, despite his superior might compared to most, he remained one. Bottling up his sentiments over time could lead to profound melancholy. Eventually, when those feelings intensified to a breaking point and spiraled out of control, they might erupt violently, potentially inducing heart demons—particularly during an impending breakthrough. Should such an outburst occur then, true peril would loom.

Luckily, his sentiments had unleashed themselves in this place, granting him a release for all pent-up turmoil. This proved beneficial for Zhao Hai, so he allowed it freely. He recognized that once he expelled these emotions, serenity would return, enabling him to confront matters with poise.

Two hours elapsed, followed by four, then six. Zhao Hai lingered before the vortices for a full sixteen hours. In the initial eight, his tears flowed ceaselessly, but over the subsequent eight, they gradually ebbed. His spirit gradually steadied.

Sixteen hours on, Zhao Hai let out a deep breath of relief. He sensed that every bottled emotion had poured forth. Though a trace of grief lingered, it no longer gripped him as intensely. He regarded the thousands of vortices, emblems of the Blood Slaughter Sect's indomitable spirit. He dropped to his knees before the blood lotus, offering three deep bows toward the swirling portals. Then, in a grave tone, he declared, "Blood Slaughter Sect disciple Zhao Hai vows to eradicate the Corpse Demon Sect. He will ascend to the upper realms and slay the Corpse Demon Patriarch to avenge the Blood Slaughter Sect!" With that, he bowed once more. Rising to his feet, he cast a final glance at the whirlpools. His form blurred as he plunged into the blood sea. He still hadn't located his quarry.

Yet the instant he submerged into the blood sea, Zhao Hai perceived that locating his desired items would prove far more challenging this time. The blood sea brimmed with energy disruptions. These chaotic flows here rivaled those above in ferocity. This compelled Zhao Hai to proceed with utmost caution.

Nevertheless, this complication also intensified the challenge of unearthing the God-Slaying Saber and the severed finger. The disruptions neutralized his spiritual sense entirely. He had to probe methodically, evade the hazardous flows vigilantly, and scrutinize whether his targets lurked within them. Such demands rendered the task profoundly arduous for Zhao Hai.

Still, Zhao Hai possessed boundless patience. He grasped that he held an advantage over rival sects. Those groups hadn't yet penetrated the Blood Slaughter Sect's domain. Even upon arrival, they would need to traverse the sect's expanse to reach Blood Slaughter Island. Naturally, they likely never anticipated the Blood Slaughter Sect harboring these two invaluable artifacts.

Thus, Zhao Hai felt no urgency. He advanced his search deliberately. Navigating the chaotic streams, he remained alert to his environs. Five days he devoted to probing the disruptions, yielding no discoveries. Far from disheartened, he felt eased. Should the artifacts truly dwell amid the chaos, retrieval would border on impossible. Their absence from the turbulence meant they resided elsewhere, simplifying his pursuit.

Days slipped by in his quest. On the tenth day of Zhao Hai's exploration, his spatial connection revealed that representatives from the other great sects had gathered at the Blood Slaughter Sect's borders. Confronted by the dark mist shrouding the domain, they hesitated to advance, halting just beyond the perimeter.

Assembled were forces from the seven great sects, the Giant Demon Sect, the Rahu Sect, and numerous central powers. None, however, ventured into the Blood Slaughter Sect's realm. The ominous black fog and its pervasive deathly essence instilled profound dread, deterring any bold incursions.

Zhao Hai, too, uncovered a find. He spotted a droplet of blood, dark as night, radiating intense deathly aura. Tiny though it was, its necrotic emanation proved formidable. Despite lying upon the ground for ages, it resisted dissipation and had even cratered the earth beneath it.

Zhao Hai affirmed it as the blood of the Corpse Demon Old Ancestor. He promptly stored the droplet within his space. Upon entry, an alert resounded: "Hostile intent detected. Neutralizing intent. Intent too potent for neutralization. Intent purged. Purge complete. Blood bearing immense death energy identified. Energy harvested. Harvest successful. Energy duplicated successfully. Energy duplication complete. Undead race power within the realm seized forcibly, bolstering host's capabilities!"

Amid these chimes, Zhao Hai experienced a surge of immense power seeping into his frame. His dharma powers swelled dramatically. Concurrently, his mastery of the death law deepened significantly. In that moment, Zhao Hai's prowess crested at the pinnacle of the Dharma base stage. A single stride separated him from the Dharma form stage, equivalent to Island Lord rank.

Simultaneously, Zhao Hai observed the infernal realm. He noted the undead race's might had amplified anew. Though none attained Island Lord status, nearly all peaked at the refinement stage, with some teetering on the verge.

Zhao Hai remained unhurried. A smile curved his lips as he gestured. The blood droplet materialized in his grasp. He invoked several incantations, transforming the droplet abruptly. Zhao Hai detected myriad energy pulses akin to the blood's, one far mightier. He instantly deduced it marked the severed finger's location.

Propelling himself forward, Zhao Hai soared toward the sensed sites. Swiftly, he gathered over a dozen blood droplets. Then, he hurtled toward the most potent source. Moments later, he reached it—and froze. A colossal crater spanned five miles across, plunging nearly fifty meters deep. Traces indicated it stemmed from an index finger. The three phalanges, sheathed in near-translucent skin, exposed ghostly pale bones. Yet this unremarkable digit projected an awe-inspiring presence.

Zhao Hai eyed the finger, then swept his hand, claiming it. He withheld from consigning it to his space right away. He knew absorbing it would propel him to Dharma form mastery, the Island Lord tier. But the timing proved ill-suited. The God-Slaying Saber eluded him still, and ascending here risked detection by the sects' forces outside, who might swarm in—thwarting his plans. Thus, Zhao Hai refrained. Instead, he housed the finger within the blood lotus. Prior to that, he etched myriad runes upon it, sealing its radiating energy utterly.

Having secured the finger, Zhao Hai resumed his methodical hunt for the God-Slaying Saber. By now, daring cultivators from other factions breached the Blood Slaughter Sect's domain. Yet upon entry, the dread synergy of blood mist and death aura assailed them. Standard defenses crumbled swiftly within the territory. Worse, the mingled energies ravaged cultivators' vitality. Infiltrating death aura sapped life force inexorably, and expelling it proved arduous. Hence, the bold entrants fled promptly, many claiming they had aged a decade in moments.

This horror underscored the terror. It also clarified for the nine great sects that no survivors likely remained in the Blood Slaughter Sect's domain. The sect's disciples couldn't endure such corrosion indefinitely. As for unearthing the Blood Slaughter Sect's legacies, optimism waned sharply.

A hallmark of the blood sea lay in its refusal to restore sunken islands to prior sites. Some force within orchestrated their reemergence at random locales across the expanse. Consequently, the odds of locating submerged island masters without endangering the Blood Slaughter Sect seemed slim. For mighty sects, wagering vast resources and lives on elusive treasures scarcely justified the gamble. They balked at dispatching disciples into peril. Those who ventured were typically from lesser sects, driven by desperation for the Blood Slaughter Sect's rumored hoards.