Paragon Of Sin Chapter 1992 Chapter 1984: Another Another Bai Xiu

A crimson sky hung ominously overhead, while a brutal, blood-soaked aroma filled the atmosphere. The overpowering smell of widespread slaughter mingled with a realm locked in fierce conflict.

The Outer Ascendant Battlefield spanned the full domain of the Utmost Purity Galaxy and extended slightly further, drawing in numerous groups and solo powers that poured their efforts, sacrifices, and riches into unearthing the astonishing treasures offered through the Soldier's List and Commander's List prizes, or just to harvest War Souls capable of refining one's broader grasp of cultivation aspects.

War Souls themselves served as a marvelous treasure craved across lesser and greater galaxies alike. Beyond that, the Obelisks of War and hands-on fighting knowledge could forge genuine warriors, rather than delicate blooms sheltered in cultivation halls who merely studied tales of others' journeys.

Renowned as the Cosmic Zone, this Outer Ascendant Battlefield split into 3,000 distinct areas, yet only 108 Armies operated there. In every zone, between 20 and 30 armies held sway over the lands. These forces collided with savage fury at regular intervals.

Given the challenges in nurturing and slaying Ascended entities—much like the Battlefield of Order—most clashes were arranged ahead and orchestrated by commanders. Casualties mounted, though a measure of order prevailed. Often, troops battled with fierce determination and savagery, but if fortune spared them from death at foe hands, they could nurse injuries and pull back after defeat.

Afterward, they processed their achievements, healed up, and dove into the following 'arranged' confrontation with adversaries. This pattern, combined with the push to infuse refined cultivation insights into warfare, transformed the armies of the Ascendant Battlefield of War into mere pawns manipulated by the elite—those in the True Sage Phase, True Soul Phase, and Resonant Soul Realm. Such titans backed or groomed armies, set up battles, and ignited full-scale wars from positions 'outside' the Battlefield.

The Battlefield started mirroring worldly squabbles, settling into rhythmic engagements. When Wei Wuyin first stepped into the Stellar Battlefield of War, he had no clue that this unspoken rule had seeped into every corner of the Battlefields, even shaping the Stellar ones. Coordinating fights with tolerable casualties proved far simpler than hurling lives into the fray without certainty of even one War Soul in return.

This setup played a major role in Wei Wuyin's ceaseless buildup of unclaimed merit, as he carved through the chaos with relentless fury.

Furthermore, such drawn-out strife sparked endless suspicion and hostility, particularly in the Outer Battlefields. It fostered a realm of utter distrust among mortals and Ascended in the Nexus Battlefield, culminating in a deadlock born from both terror and wariness toward allies, unable to fully commit to past foes.

"That's why," Tilly wrapped up her briefing, filling Wei Wuyin in on the latest twists in the Battlefield of War. The elite had molded the Battlefield's vibe into a prime spot for breeding War Souls and sharpening their prodigies.

Wei Wuyin pondered with a soft hum. Apparently, this silent pact flowed smoothly thanks to one key factor—shared gains. It made sense to boost survival odds for talented cultivators, especially prized Ascended who were tough to raise. Though it might overstate things to claim a random shot could end them, the danger lurked close to reality.

Wei Wuyin had seen it firsthand. A brief lapse in vigilance, a surprise strike when off-guard, or a trap amid the turmoil could spell a swift, undeserved end. Weighing this, he grasped their rationale.

Yet, did the architects of the Battlefield of Order and War truly envision such a sluggish, punishing grind?

While the legion of Spirits of War, under Zhan Zheng's lead, crushed foes with almost casual precision and motion, Wei Wuyin pressed on with his chat alongside Tilly. "The Daosparks...have they always been on the reward roster?"

"The Daosparks?" Tilly's gaze flickered with thought, then she shook her head: "I don't know. From the day I was born, the rewards stayed the same."

Wei Wuyin let it drop without pushing her further. He already suspected: the evolved culture stemmed from craving War Souls while curbing casualties, so to spur the mighty to meddle from afar, new lures got tossed in. It might not spark instant shifts, but tensions could boil higher as ambitions collided, particularly when nearing the War Souls from Stellar or Ascendant Battlefields.

To block a top-tier cultivator or Creationist from amassing sufficient War Souls for a Daospark, rivals and even scheming partners would unleash fierce assaults, stoking the fires for troops and leaders beneath the 'real' overlords. By dangling tempting bait in the mix, a frantic chase could erupt, even drawing those hidden powerhouses into the crimson slaughter.

As he observed Zhan Zheng bark a command, dispatching a team to obliterate a unit from the 63rd Army, Wei Wuyin sensed this theory gaining ground. Once more, zero sinners in their ranks, but several Blessed. This cluster of Blessed seemed intentional, perhaps to stir the Heavenly Daos into support, aid, or neutral watching.

The absence of sinners raised red flags.

Still, since sinners often acted as 'prey' dispatched by the Heavenly Daos to Blessed—cursed with rotten luck—it fit that units, divisions, and hosts shunned them. They shone like beacons in pitch darkness, primed to explode on their squad or serve as a feast for Blessed.

'If I'd shown up sooner, I might've crossed paths with some before they...'

Wei Wuyin frequently spotted ancient remains strewn across the field as rotting warriors, hinting at the fate awaiting the fallen. These bodies lay plundered clean, stripped of all save the scars carved into their skeletons. Yet, the 'ancient' wasn't truly old—mere years, and by his reckoning, just weeks after claiming Athena.

The hunt kicked off the instant he seized the Heavenly War Spirit, that Daospark coveted by Supreme Sages. Certain players had moved swiftly. Extremely so.

If chaos reigned in the Utmost Purity Galaxy's domain, the other greater galaxies surely burned with equal or fiercer mayhem. The prior Daospark held immense value. With Athena at his side, Wei Wuyin fully grasped her profound worth.

Drawing a steady breath, Wei Wuyin shifted from probing the Battlefield's veiled mysteries. His thoughts drifted inward to a duo of sulking siblings. Bai Xiu and her kin sulked—one spirited, the other downcast. They'd detected the alchemical essence of Bai Xiu's inborn arts on a fallen alchemist from the Severing Core Pavilion, an alchemy group out of the Prosperous Ruin Galaxy, though it traced to a minor Earthly Saint Alchemist handed an Alchemic Rune laced with the essence.

That alchemist revealed the cauldron's master lurked in the Outer Galactic Battlefield of War.

This forced her sister to linger in wait. The delay frustrated them both to the point they halted intake of his Utmost Purity Mist. After all, their kin probably hungered. Was it fair for them to devour top-tier sustenance while she went without?

Wei Wuyin could only chuckle wryly at their plight. Still, their sincere feelings touched him.

"We'll track her down once we get there. It'll top the list. But if you two don't stockpile as much Utmost Purity Mist as you can, what if I have to duel in an Alchemic Clash to claim her? I require you at peak strength," Wei Wuyin explained.

The pair sulked deeper, dismissing his excuse outright, but when he offered grade five mist, their little jaws parted eagerly to bite.

"Just for her," Bai Xiu murmured post-swallow, and to ease her guilt, she started refining the mist for simpler absorption by her sister later. Wei Wuyin grinned, his core stirring at the gesture. Bonds of blood ran deep.

"Where to next?" Tilly gave a gentle pull on Wei Wuyin's robe. They drifted through the fray, seizing, slaying, or sparing key figures. At this stage, Wei Wuyin brimmed with ample Ascendant-grade War Souls to step into the Galactic Battlefield as a trooper. Those platoons and teams had hoarded plentiful War Souls through deeds, locked away in their Identity Runes.

Now, Wei Wuyin held 118 prisoners. The legion rampaged unchecked. A complete force of 10,000 Heavenly Saints proved unbeatable, each channeling the Minor Authority of War in every strike. This might could overrun a lesser galaxy!

"Where to? Haha," Wei Wuyin chuckled, scanning the blood-tinted heavens that bathed the field in scarlet, "I'm issuing a warning."

"A warning?" Tilly blinked in puzzlement. "Warning to whom?"

Wei Wuyin stayed silent, his stare cutting through layers of void and span to fix on a cluster of figures now huddled, encircling the throbbing blood pillar.

At the pillar's foot lay a modest outpost of souls, all fixed on one bearing while immersed in the crimson haze, untouched by its feral pull.

7th Army's Entry Zone.

Perched on a charred remnant of stone, a fresh-faced youth with blazing red locks clawed at his scalp with both fists, tousling his mane into wilder disarray. He groaned as though burdened by a crisis that could shatter realms.

"WE'RE TOAST!" The fresh-faced, red-haired youth cried out in despair.

"Cut it out, Fengfeng. We'll pull through," a weathered tone echoed as a lanky, lean man figure, lugging a massive wrapped bundle on his back, sought to soothe the red-haired youth.

"I'm not Fengfeng! It's Fengbao, Senior Tuo!" Shui Fengbao blew out in irritation.

"Oh? Right, Little Bao. Noted," Tuo Bihan feigned deep insight as he 'corrected' his slip.

Shui Fengbao sighed wearily.

A mature man sporting an eyepatch and dual vacant quivers—one at his side, the other slung across his shoulders—lingered nearby, peering in the shared direction. He uttered no words, yet his frame pulsed with coiled readiness, set for instant combat.

Yao Houyi.

Without a whisper or clear origin, a raven-tressed, obsidian-gazed maiden positioned herself amid them. She exuded natural prowess, evoking a dusk-born war deity as her eyes locked on the horizon.

"Lady Su!" Shui Fengbao snapped to attention; his dour air vanished, swapped for rigid vigilance and sharp focus. He burned like a fledgling ember, poised to blaze into inferno.

Su Mei spared him no look, merely whispering: "Ten thousand...is this the hurdle to breach the Galactic Battlefield? Then let it come."