Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8513: 490-fragment _1

Capítulo 8513: Chapter 490-fragment _1

This tiny metal fragment, no larger than a finger, appeared unremarkable at first glance, yet it glowed with a deep red hue. From it, Zhao Hai detected a faint yet unmistakable presence of the Blood Slaughter Sect's essence—a purity in its aura that left no room for doubt in his mind.

Suddenly, enlightenment struck Zhao Hai like a thunderbolt. He realized exactly what this fragment represented: it had to be part of the Blood Slaughter Sect's most revered artifact, the Blood Slaughter Saber. Excitement surged within him at the thought. Still, a quick scan of his surroundings reminded him of the harsh reality—with his current power level, seizing this fragment amid such a chaotic energy maelstrom was utterly impossible. Luckily, alternative methods lay within his grasp.

Emboldened by this realization, Zhao Hai disregarded the other fragments entirely. He guided the vessel straight into the heart of the swirling chaos. In no time, he arrived at the epicenter and commenced drawing in the vortex's immense power. The boat's enhanced reserves proved a boon, allowing it to pull in energy at an ever-quickening pace as its own strength bolstered.

Yet the vortex spanned a vast expanse, making the task of devouring its entirety no simple feat. By the end of the first day, it had diminished slightly, though its force remained formidable. The second day brought further contraction, but it loomed large still. Come the third day, the boat's intake surged once more, shrinking the turmoil noticeably.

By the fifth day, the whirlpool had halved in scale. Zhao Hai allowed himself a moment of relief, assuming its total dissipation was mere days away. But then, without warning, the vortex intensified its spin. Death Qi and killing intent from across the Blood Slaughter Sect's domain rushed inward, fueling its frenzy. This unforeseen twist caught Zhao Hai completely off guard; he had never anticipated such a development.

Zhao Hai had assumed the vortex's end was imminent. Instead, it acted with almost sentient defiance, refusing oblivion. It drew upon the Blood Sea Realm's vast energies to counter the boat's relentless drain, swelling in response. The revelation stunned Zhao Hai, confirming something remarkable lurked at its core—nothing ordinary could provoke such resistance.

That said, Zhao Hai suspected this controlling force wasn't overwhelmingly mighty, nor particularly astute. If it were, the vortex would have lashed out directly against them, not merely resisting the energy siphoning. This suggested a being of limited prowess and cunning. Far from deterring him, it only heightened Zhao Hai's intrigue. He burned with curiosity to uncover the entity puppeteering this storm.

As the boat persisted in its voracious absorption, the vortex voraciously pulled in ambient energies from the Bloody Massacre Sect's waters at breakneck speed. Eventually, it claimed every scrap of power across the entire sea domain. The whole area transformed into a colossal, ravenous spinner, devouring any who dared approach by ripping them asunder in its depths.

This dramatic shift drew immediate alarm from all quarters. Loose cultivators beyond the Bloody Massacre Sect's boundaries felt the brunt first. Innumerable wanderers were yanked into the energy storm, vanishing without a trace as the vortex pulverized them upon entry.

Zhao Hai grasped the implications well, though the escalation exceeded his predictions. He recognized that this upheaval could summon the elite forces of the nine great sects, derailing his schemes entirely. Were he unmasked as the culprit, those powerhouses would pursue him relentlessly, identity be damned. Thus, he ramped up the boat's devouring rate without delay.

Observers outside remained oblivious to the fact that the monstrous energy cyclone over the Bloody Massacre Sect's waters was steadily contracting toward its nucleus—toward the unassuming boat nestled there. No one could fathom such a notion, for surviving that ferocious tempest seemed beyond mortal capability.

True to Zhao Hai's foresight, the upheavals in the Bloody Massacre Sect's domain roused the nine major sects. They dispatched scouts to investigate, yet none could penetrate the vortex's fury, yielding no discoveries. Despite Zhao Hai's frenzied efforts to consume the power, the sheer volume defied swift resolution, keeping the transformations hidden from view.

Luckily, the vortex fed solely on the blend of death Qi and blood mist in the Blood Slaughter Sect's expanse; the pure blood sea essence lay beyond its reach. Moreover, the chaos receded gradually, inch by inch, allowing the blood mist to reclaim the void. This eased the tensions among the sect envoys, who dreaded any catastrophe befalling the Blood Sea Realm from this rampaging cyclone—a potential nightmare indeed.

One month elapsed, and the energy vortex had contracted substantially, though its breadth persisted impressively. As it waned, explorers ventured into the sites of the former Bloody Massacre Sect's encircling isles, hoping for valuable remnants. Alas, their searches turned up barren; occasional magic artifact shards surfaced, but scarce and incomplete, rendering them worthless.

Another month slipped by. The vortex's shrinkage accelerated, its form dwindling further, opening wider swaths for investigation. Yet gains remained elusive. Disheartened rogue cultivators began abandoning the Bloody Massacre Sect's waters. In contrast, the nine sects' contingents held firm, determined to unravel the mystery of the vortex's retreat.

A third month concluded, with the energy vortex now markedly reduced, though the absorption continued unabated. Estimates suggested its total collapse within ten days. Curiosity peaked among the watchers, all eager to pierce the enigma of what force compelled such persistent diminishment.

Zhao Hai maintained a serene expression aboard the vessel. He knew the boat would claim the last vestiges of energy in under ten days. Yet the nine sects' delegations lingered, and their presence spelled exposure once the vortex vanished. Then, their aggression would be inevitable. A chill settled in Zhao Hai's gaze; revelation now would doom the boat's secrecy forever.

This realization drew a cold snort from Zhao Hai. With a mental command, a surge of power erupted from the boat, igniting a reverse-spinning current at the vortex's core. As opposing forces clashed, a deafening boom resounded. The entire maelstrom detonated, hurling energy shards outward in a cataclysmic burst that engulfed nearby disciples and powerhouses from the nine sects instantaneously.

The chaos didn't end there. A new vortex materialized, inverting the prior one's direction. Helpless sect disciples were dragged into its maw, where its savage currents shredded them apart. Even seasoned experts from the nine major sects struggled to evade the doom.

On this occasion, the nine great sects had deployed only modest forces—merely a pair of Island Lord-tier masters at best. This underwhelming array paled against past mobilizations, leading to devastating casualties. While a handful of Island Lord experts escaped the frenzy through sheer might, they bore grievous wounds and fled without lingering.

With the sect forces consumed by the vortex, a profound silence blanketed its periphery. Only the major sects' members had remained till now, but their annihilation cleared the field entirely. Zhao Hai now operated unchallenged.

Yet Zhao Hai gazed transfixed at the objects in his grasp. One was a magic artifact fragment plucked from the vortex. The other, a single droplet of blood pulsating with death Qi—indisputably tied to the Corpse Demon Forefather.

Observing this blood droplet clarified the vortex's desperate bid to amass energies against him. It housed a sliver of the Corpse Demon Forefather's spiritual imprint, faint as it was, retaining primal urges. Sensing the boat's threat to its existence via the vanishing vortex, the imprint rallied ambient forces for survival, culminating in the grand spectacle.

With a casual flick, Zhao Hai dispatched the droplet into his spatial realm. Having previously integrated the Forefather's blood, the space assimilated it effortlessly. The essence merged into the hell domain, converting to pure energy. Then, Zhao Hai turned to the artifact fragment in his possession.

These shards had emerged from the clashing energy tempests, numerous and evidently from a single origin. A mere thought from Zhao Hai assembled them seamlessly. In his palm, they coalesced into a formidable blade—the Blood Slaughter Saber!