Seeking Fortune and Avoiding Evil in the Cultivation World Chapter 1047 - 509: Surviving Calamity and Gaining a First-Grade Opportunity

Observe the altar closely, and you will see it is entirely constructed from dark purple Blood Pattern Rocks. Even after enduring millennia of weathering, the ominous runes etched into the stone surface continue to emit a faint, scarlet luminescence.

The platform's surface is etched with elaborate sacrificial motifs, and within the grooves, darkened, crusty bloodstains still persist. A thick, inescapable odor of decay and gore hangs in the air, creating the unsettling impression that the cries of countless lost souls still resonate from the valley's depths.

Centered upon this stone dais lies the massive heart of a Blood Demon, exhibiting a slow, rhythmic pulse.

The heart reaches roughly half a man's height, its exterior armored with layers of dark brown scales. A viscous, crimson fluid oozes from the gaps between these scales, dripping onto the altar and trailing along the ritual carvings until it pools into a halo of red at the platform's edge.

With every contraction, the heart emits a heavy, thumping sound reminiscent of an ancient beast, which causes the atmosphere to vibrate. Each beat forces jets of red gas from a vent at its summit, forming a swirling, distorted mist in which countless tormented spirits appear to struggle and wail.

Suddenly, the scarlet heart’s pulse accelerates. The blood seeping from its scales begins to boil, erupting into a cloud of suspended droplets that rapidly converge upon the heart, encasing it in a dense, sanguine cocoon.

Crack—The harsh sound of the shell fracturing echoes outward as deep red fissures appear. A claw armored in dark golden patterns punches through the cocoon, raking the air with an ear-splitting, tearing noise.

Dark purple skin marked with demonic patterns stretches over jagged bone as massive bat-like wings slowly expand. The wing membranes are traced with blood-red lines that throb like exposed veins, while a pair of curved black horns protrudes from the skull. Within its sockets, golden vertical pupils blaze with a fiery red fury.

The Ancient Blood Demon!

It is unmistakable; this is indeed the Ancient Blood Demon.

No sooner has the creature fully manifested than it spreads its limbs and releases a roar that shakes the very heavens. In a heartbeat, an infinite tide of black Demonic Qi erupts from its frame, surging outward like a tsunami in every direction.

"I am revived at long last."

"Cursed humans, cursed True Spirits."

"Did you truly believe you could extinguish me? Such a pathetic delusion."

"Aeons have passed, and you have all crumbled into ash, yet I alone remain."

The Ancient Blood Demon erupts into a hearty, malevolent laugh as its terrifying Demonic Qi wreaks havoc upon the surroundings.

Wherever the shadow of its Demonic Qi touches, stone crumbles into dust and vegetation instantly blackens and decays. The stench of blood intensifies, drowning out even the ambient light, plunging the entire abyss into a domain of total darkness.

Above, the Demonic Qi coalesces into a swarm of ferocious, shrieking demonic shadows. They dance and swirl around the Blood Demon, greeting the return of their dark sovereign.

Energized by the overflowing Demonic Qi, the mysterious altar runes begin to radiate a baleful black light. Tendrils of black lightning snake through the air, illuminating the Blood Demon’s face, which is twisted with chaotic violence. An oppressive pressure descends upon the entire continent, causing the world itself to shiver in fear.

"An Ancient Blood Demon? This is disastrous."

"How can it still be breathing? This defies all reason!"

The Demon-Vibrating Bell feels its composure vanish as a deluge of memories floods its consciousness.

It remembers the harrowing conflicts of the Ancient Era.

In those days, this Blood Demon instigated a tidal wave of terror across the Void Realm, leaving nothing but bloodshed in its wake.

As long as the Sea of Blood exists, the Blood Demon remains immortal!

Such is the horrific, unkillable nature of this entity.

Long ago, the creature arrived from beyond the realm, manifesting as a vast ocean of blood that claimed total dominion over an entire sea region.

Countless Great Powers of the Void Realm, alongside the True Spirits, eventually united their forces to oppose it.

That battle tore the world asunder, resulting in staggering casualties and evaporating a vast portion of the blood sea.

Ultimately, the major factions of the Void Realm squandered immense resources to push the Blood Demon to the brink of death.

Alas, even then, they could not truly kill it.

They were reduced to sealing it away, praying that the slow erosion of time would eventually erase its existence.

Who could have foreseen that after a billion years, it would emerge once more?

Given its innate abilities, merely devouring enough flesh and blood will allow it to restore its ancient strength.

"A human Void Refining Cultivator stands before me?"

"The timing is perfect for my return."

"Come, make yourself my feast."

The Ancient Blood Demon spots Jiang Fan trailing nearby.

Far from feeling threatened, it is delighted.

To this entity, a solitary Void Refining Cultivator is insignificant.

During the Ancient Era, it had consumed more such cultivators than it could ever count.

Although it is currently in its weakest state following its long slumber, dealing with an ordinary human Void Refining Cultivator requires little effort.

A torrent of terrifying Demonic Qi and Evil Qi surges from its body, locking its killing intent firmly onto Jiang Fan.

"You think you can end my existence? You are unworthy."

Jiang Fan observes the Ancient Blood Demon with absolute calm, recognizing that this is the optimal window to strike.

The creature is freshly revived and possesses only a fraction of its former cultivation.

Furthermore, having eliminated every member of the Blood Demon Sect, Jiang Fan knows that the monster has no path left for retreat.