Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8514: Sanguin_1
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Capítulo 8514: Sanguin_1
Not a single piece was absent. When assembled, these shards created an intact blood killing saber. In all honesty, Zhao Hai felt profound shock upon beholding the fully formed blood killing saber. He never imagined that every fragment would be present. The discovery truly astonished him.
Gazing at the blood killing saber clutched in his grasp, Zhao Hai murmured softly, “Could it be that you were waiting for me here? Very well, from this day forward, you'll accompany me. Together, we'll seek vengeance for the blood slaughter sect.” With those words, Zhao Hai's hand shifted as he attempted to store the blood killing saber within his space. Yet, in that instant, a faint pushback emerged. Stunned, Zhao Hai couldn't fathom the situation.
Zhao Hai examined the blood killing saber closely. Despite its surface riddled with fissures, a potent aura of slaughter emanated from it. Even a hint of defiant essence lingered. Remarkably, Zhao Hai perceived the saber's very intentions. It was a weapon forged for battling foes. It refused to be stored away or discarded. Its desire burned to slay adversaries and exact retribution! This sensation struck with such vivid clarity that Zhao Hai required no speculation to grasp it.
Caught off guard, Zhao Hai tenderly stroked the blood killing saber, now fractured into countless segments. Wielding it in this state proved impossible. The sole path to usability lay in reforging it anew. Yet, Zhao Hai sensed the saber's fierce opposition. It yearned to remain thus. It craved to preserve this form. It longed to clash in battle this way.
Zhao Hai's brow creased faintly. Truth be told, his emotions toward the blood killing saber swirled with complexity. The blood killing saber embodied the resolve and indomitable spirit of the blood slaughter sect. But much like the sect itself, it lay shattered, a relic of bygone days. Still, its battle lust endured. How ought he to proceed?
After pondering deeply, an inspiration struck Zhao Hai. A smile curved his lips as he declared, “Fine, if you're so eager for combat, I'll merge you into this vessel. In future battles, I'll unleash you to strike. Rest assured, I'll preserve your current state, though I'll have to incorporate enhancements, lest you prove unable to fight.” With that, Zhao Hai guided the saber toward the boat. The boat appeared to liquify, permitting the blood killing saber to submerge smoothly.
Zhao Hai promptly shut his eyes. As he drew in ambient energies, he attuned himself to the blood killing saber. Owing to its semblance of self-awareness, even upon integration into the boat, it didn't fully merge. Nevertheless, the boat's arrays gradually permeated the blood killing saber.
The blood killing saber resisted vehemently. Its slaughterous intent repelled the encroaching formations. Zhao Hai swiftly detached a sliver of his mind to commune with the blood killing saber. “This is to empower your battles. Without it, in your present condition, combat eludes you. Once this enhancement concludes, your might will surge even greater.”
Curiously, following Zhao Hai's assurance, the blood killing saber ceased its defiance, yielding to the formations' infusion. Swiftly, the entire blade became etched with myriad formations. Subsequently, aided by the enveloping death Qi and murderous aura, these formations embedded deeply into the blade. Though the blood killing saber retained its cracked visage, the intensity of its murderous aura intensified.
Then, additional arrays seeped into the blade, causing it to quiver faintly. It resembled a figure wracked by agony, yet the fractured form held firm. It merely vibrated while upholding its saber's silhouette.
After an extended period, runes blanketed the blade. These runes faded away, and crimson glows flickered across the blade. Its presence crested, unleashing an overwhelming slaughter intent skyward. Luckily, Zhao Hai anticipated it and swiftly contained the outburst. Bolstered by the vortex's fierce energy surges, no one detected the anomaly.
Once the blood killing saber settled completely, Zhao Hai gestured, summoning it back to his hand. The blood killing saber appeared unchanged from earlier. Its form remained marred by cracks. Strangely, though, it exuded an aura of profound peril.
Zhao Hai stroked the blade with care, sensing the immense power radiating from it. He understood no blade spirit resided within. The perceivable sentiments stemmed not from a blade spirit or divine awareness, but from an embedded will—a tenacious, unyielding will. This will originated from the life sacrifices of every cultivator on the blood slaughter sect's Blood Slaughter Island, imprinted upon the blade. Thus, Zhao Hai could intuit its desires. Moreover, this will amplified the saber's prowess.
One could assert the present blood killing saber diverged greatly from its prior incarnation. Zhao Hai had transformed it, infusing countless interconnected arrays. These arrays allowed for separation or unity, indestructible firmness or vast stellar parting. Their forms shifted endlessly.
Yet, what captivated Zhao Hai most was the blade's resolute consciousness. He exhaled deeply and whispered, “Retire to the yin-yang lightning pool for restoration. In time, we'll unveil ourselves to the world. All shall recognize you as the blood slaughter sect's heirloom and me as its rightful inheritor!” Upon finishing, Zhao Hai flicked his wrist, sending the blood killing saber airborne. It whirled twice overhead before veering toward the boat and vanishing. Moments later, Zhao Hai materialized within the yin-yang lightning pool, where energies nurtured and honed it further.
Zhao Hai pivoted to survey the remaining whirlpools. Their scale had diminished, yet they brimmed with potent energies. Zhao Hai recognized the peril in allowing them to vanish entirely. Such an outcome might provoke scrutiny from rival sects. After all, he had weaponized the whirlpools against their cultivators. Though the sects remained ignorant of his involvement, reflection would heighten their vigilance.
Zhao Hai mulled it over briefly. Then, his gaze brightened. With a hand motion, a vast array materialized beneath the boat. This vessel excelled in deploying arrays, akin to the spiritual array sect's techniques Zhao Hai once employed, enabling instant access to diverse formations, including personal teleportation arrays. Hence, its emergence posed no issue.
As the formation took shape, Zhao Hai altered his gestures. In a resonant tone, he commanded, “Rotate!” The array spun to life, drawing the blood sea's crimson mists into its core. The array's radiance intensified, yet it spared the whirlpools untouched. With the boat no longer siphoning their energies, the whirlpools held steady in size.
A grin spread across Zhao Hai's face. Next, another formation ignited below the boat, emitting a silvery gleam. In a flash, Zhao Hai and the boat vanished as if never present. Indeed, standard teleportation arrays faltered in such environs, so none would suspect its use here. Zhao Hai's version, however, had undergone myriad refinements for robust interference resistance, rendering it viable amid the chaos. Absent those improvements, deployment would have proven impossible.
A month subsequent to Zhao Hai and the boat's departure, emissaries from the nine sects ventured to the whirlpools for inspection. The whirlpools persisted largely unaltered, still whirling steadily. External observations yielded no insights. Ultimately, they dispatched probes into the depths. Given the whirlpools' modest dimensions, entry seemed feasible for reconnaissance.
Yet, the moment intruders breached the whirlpools, cataclysmic blasts erupted. The unleashed force mimicked the detonation of innumerable atomic blasts. A colossal crater, plunging a thousand meters deep, scarred the earth, crowned by a towering mushroom cloud. Every sect investigator suffered grievous wounds. Not one who penetrated the vortex emerged. In the blast's wake, the whirlpools obliterated entirely.
Despite lingering suspicions among the major sects regarding the whirlpools' abrupt emergence and demise, evidence eluded them. Consequently, the enigma lingered unresolved, etching itself as a notorious mystery in the blood sea realm. As epochs advanced, recollections of the incident gradually dimmed.
Upon departing the whirlpool's epicenter, Zhao Hai reentered the secret realm. Over half a year had elapsed since his absence. His return instantly alerted the realm's inhabitants. Chang Jun and companions hastened to greet him, with others emerging as well. Surveying the assembly, Zhao Hai noted five additional ascensions to Island Lord tier. Delight swelled within him.
Beholding Zhao Hai's joyous expression, Chang Jun and the others shared in the elation. Chang Jun voiced to Zhao Hai, “Sect master, your return gladdens us at last. We fretted endlessly.” Wen Yuming and Xu Gang affirmed with nods. Zhao Hai served as their pillar. His presence banished all concerns. His absence, however, sowed perpetual unease. Witnessing his safe arrival now filled them with boundless joy.
Zhao Hai regarded Chang Jun and the rest with a smile. “This excursion was for acquiring it. This modest vessel shall serve as our future haven, demanding thorough fortification. Summon all and board it. Henceforth, it becomes our dwelling.” As he uttered this, Zhao Hai tapped the boat's canopy. Perplexity clouded Chang Jun and the others' faces.