Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8501 8501: Sect leader (1)

Previously on Living In Another World With A Farm...
Overwhelmed by grief at the sight of the thousands of whirlpools marking the vanished Blood Slaughter Island, Zhao Hai wept for hours before kneeling to swear vengeance against the Corpse Demon Sect, vowing to destroy it and slay its patriarch. Venting his suppressed emotions, he dove into the turbulent blood sea to search for the God-slaying Saber and the severed finger, patiently navigating the dangers over several days. Discovering drops of the old Lord Corpse Demon's blood, he absorbed their energy, enhancing his power to the peak of the Dharma Refinement Realm and deepening his grasp of the law of death, while sealing the severed finger to delay his breakthrough. As rival sects gathered outside the Blood Slaughter Sect's territory, hesitant to enter the deadly black mist, scattered cultivators attempted incursions but retreated, battered by the corrosive death aura and blood mist.

Zhao Hai continued to fly ahead slowly. A sensation told him he was nearing the God-slaying saber. He sensed it distinctly. The reason escaped him, yet it might stem from practicing the blood sea god-slaying Scripture, the ideal method for wielding the God-slaying saber. Or it could be due to prolonged exposure with the bronze figure holding the God-slaying saber, as that figure once served as the bronze Palace housing the weapon for ages. Remnants of the God-slaying saber's aura lingered on the bronze man.

Regardless of the cause, Zhao Hai trusted his intuition. He believed the God-slaying blade lay nearby, prompting him to search with greater caution, lest he overlook it. After two hours, the pull intensified. Zhao Hai steadied his mind and pursued the guidance of his senses while advancing. Fifteen minutes more passed before he abruptly widened his eyes, fixing his gaze forward. Roughly thirty meters ahead, a crimson long blade pierced the earth.

The blade's point embedded deeply into a boulder beneath. It retained its blood-red hue, radiating fierce killing intent. Though subdued amid the blood sea, Zhao Hai perceived its overwhelming power clearly. It embodied a defiant fighter, one enduring on a gore-soaked field of battle. Unbowed, it vowed to battle until its last breath.

Zhao Hai gazed upon the God-killing blade. It quivered faintly, as though aware of his presence. A smile crossed Zhao Hai's face as he reached out. The God-killing blade leaped free from the stone and soared into his grasp. He caressed its surface and whispered, "God-slaying saber, such a mighty title. Someday, you'll feast on the blood of the upper realm's gods to honor your legacy!"

The God-slaying saber's edge vibrated lightly, seemingly echoing Zhao Hai's words. He examined it and burst into laughter. Then, he stored the God-slaying saber and stepped into the blood lotus. Instantly, he materialized within the secret realm. With a flick of his wrist, the blood lotus materialized in his palm.

Upon Zhao Hai's arrival in the secret realm, spirits lifted among all inhabitants. He served as their pillar of strength now. Without him, their fate would be sealed. Despite Chang Jun and others being Island master level powerhouses, the destruction of blood Gale Island left them gravely wounded. Had Zhao Hai not swiftly transported them into the medium for healing, peril would have claimed them.

Though their wounds had mended and power stayed at the island Lord level, they ranked weaker among such elites. Future cultivation advances seemed elusive too. This stemmed from their islands' ruin. Chang Jun and companions recognized this, understanding they couldn't alone sustain the bloody massacre sect's future. Reliance on Zhao Hai proved essential.

Chang Jun, Wen Yuming, and Xu Gang hurried to Zhao Hai's side, offering salutes in unison. Zhao Hai glanced at the trio and gave a nod. He inquired, "How are things now?" His question targeted the secret realm's conditions. The space wasn't vast; over 10000 souls already filled it. Resources abounded, yet prolonged confinement tested even cultivators. Fresh from turmoil, emotional fragility heightened. Thus, Zhao Hai sought updates.

Chang Jun spoke first. "Morale holds steady. All focus on regaining power. Yet, a handful nearing island Lord level breakthroughs have hit sudden halts. You may need to examine them. Also, we've conferred and urge you to assume sect leader role, rebuilding the bloody massacre sect. We beseech your acceptance, Island Lord." Chang Jun dropped to his knees before Zhao Hai.

Wen Yuming and Xu Gang followed suit, kneeling. Zhao Hai regarded them and nodded, "Very well, I grasp it. I've claimed the island Lord position. No concerns needed. Rise, all. Xu Gang, brief me on the Ghostwind bandits. Their intent to merge with the bloody massacre sect?"

Joy lit their faces as the three rose. Xu Gang promptly replied to Zhao Hai, "Rest assured, Sir. Objections are nil. All consent to joining the blood slaughter sect. Despite the blood slaughter sect's calamity, your presence instills faith. So, fret not."

Zhao Hai wasted no words, nodding. "Excellent, assemble everyone. I have announcements!" They acknowledged and dispersed to rally the group. Soon, Ghostwind bandits, bloodspirit unit, and divine Arms Battalion convened. All eyes fixed on Zhao Hai, curious about his intent.

Zhao Hai surveyed the 13000 assembled and declared gravely, "The blood slaughter sect faces catastrophe. Divine punishment has struck, wiping us out. From the once-mighty and radiant blood slaughter sect, only we remain. We embody the final seeds of the blood slaughter sect. The grave duty of its continuation rests upon us. This burden is ours, yet also our chance. Should we restore the blood slaughter sect's splendor, our names etch eternally in its annals. Let other sects witness: while one of us breathes, the blood slaughter sect endures unbroken. Our blood slaughter sect persists!"

Zhao Hai's words brimmed with energy. By the close, passion surged, stirring every soul. Excitement swept the crowd; eyes gleamed toward Zhao Hai. He addressed them deeply, "I've secured the blood kill sect's emblematic weapon, the God-slaying saber. The sinister Wind Ghost flag endures, as do we all. Through diligence, the blood kill sect shall reclaim top ten status in the blood sea realm in time. We may even avenge this annihilation. Henceforth, I, Zhao Hai, proclaim my succession to sect leader, guiding you to resurrect the blood kill sect's glory. Any dissent?" As he concluded, Zhao Hai drew the God-killing blade, gripping it firmly aloft with both hands.

His declaration sparked no opposition; instead, fervor ignited faces. They beheld Zhao Hai and the God-killing blade he clutched. Chang Jun, Wen Yuming, and Xu Gang knelt, proclaiming loudly, "Greetings, sect master. Long live sect master!"

The rest swiftly joined, kneeling and chanting, "Greetings, sect master. Long live sect master!" Over 10000 voices unified on bended knees. The Ghostwind bandits, naturally, offered no resistance; memories of Zhao Hai's foes' fates deterred all. Newly aligned with the blood kill sect, loyalty was budding, yet they valued its prestige as a blood sea realm top ten power. For that heritage, they pledged themselves willingly.

The bloodsucker team and divine Arms Battalion brimmed with deeper thrill and mixed feelings. As lifelong bloody massacre sect disciples, their world had shattered. Though they'd trailed Zhao Hai, he belonged to the sect, demanding obedience. Admiration and perceived gains drew them to him initially. Hence, loyalty flowed freely.

Yet the sect's fall evoked apocalyptic dread. Survival and Zhao Hai's company offered scant solace; inner despair lingered. No vision of tomorrow emerged, confined to this secret realm in desperate clinging. Such thoughts bred profound hopelessness.

But Zhao Hai's speech ignited their fervor, kindling hope anew. To them, solely he merited sect leadership. Though Chang Jun et al. outpowered him, bloodsucker team members deemed none fit to supplant Zhao Hai. He alone was their genuine guide, worthy as the bloody massacre sect's fresh head.

Zhao Hai scanned the assembly and gradually lowered the God-killing blade. "Circumstances demand brevity. Thus, I'm now the bloody massacre sect's sect leader. Rise, all." With that, he stowed the God slaying saber. The group stood gradually, gazes hopeful on Zhao Hai, eager for his next moves.

Addressing the throng gravely, Zhao Hai said, "Our current frailty concerns us little. Patience is key; we'll progress steadily. Safety reigns here. Outside, peril lurks. I reveal that the nine major sects' remnants, plus myriad small and mid-tier groups, encircle our bloody massacre sect. Venturing forth spells utmost danger now. Thus, we remain, cultivating within. More island Lord level ascendants among us will bolster our might immensely. Upon emergence, fear no foe. Personally, I'll soon enter seclusion, pursuing island Lord level attainment."

News of Zhao Hai's imminent island Lord breakthrough elicited jubilant cheers. His power marked perhaps his sole shortfall. All acknowledged none below island Lord could rival him, earning his title as blood sea realm's premier Pro-disciple. Yet absent that level, unease persisted. The refinement to island Lord leap signified true expert status in the blood sea realm. Given Zhao Hai's foundations, his island Lord prowess promised unimaginable might. Undoubtedly formidable. Paired with the killing God blade and sinister Wind Ghost flag, the bloody massacre sect's return would stun the blood sea realm.