Seeking Fortune and Avoiding Evil in the Cultivation World Chapter 1621 - 753: The Mortal World After a Millennium, Blood River Sect’s Annihilation (2)

The Sect’s hierarchy was strict and towering, from outer to inner divided into the Blood Slave Arena, the Outer Sect Blood Evil Peak, the Inner Sect Blood Refining Pavilion, the Elder Blood Bone Hall, the Sect Leader’s Ten Thousand Blood Celestial Palace, and the Forbidden Origin Blood Pool.

The outer Blood Slave Arena was a cage for countless captured mortals and Low-Tier Cultivators; every day at fixed hours their Essence Blood was drawn in batches to supply the Outer Sect Disciples’ cultivation. Innumerable blood pools were neatly arrayed, soaking living beings whose vital essence was to be squeezed dry; these were the resource foundation for Outer Sect Disciples to temper their roots;

The Inner Sect Blood Refining Pavilion sat atop High-tier blood pools, the poolwater mixed with the Essence Blood of High-tier Cultivators and Demon Kings, reserved solely for Inner Sect Disciples to enter Seclusion and comprehend the "Blood River Dao Skill." Within the pavilion, tens of thousands of Blood Cauldrons were arranged, used to refine Essence Blood and purify Blood Essence;

In the deepest Forbidden Origin Blood Pool, connected to the great river at the domain’s center, lay the root of the Sect’s Dao Foundation; only the Sect Leader and the Supreme Ancestor could enter. At the bottom settled the Essence Blood of Ancient Immortals, capable of helping Cultivators Devour boundless Blood Qi and forcibly break through their Realm.

Throughout the Sect hung Blood-Colored Bone Banners, their flags sealing tens of millions of resentful souls to amplify Blood-sucking Dao Skills. Patrolling disciples were uniformly clad in dark red Magic Robes patterned with bone, a faint red blood mist coiling about their bodies; each carried a Storage Blood Pouch at the waist, specially used to store the Essence Blood of living beings seized in war and plunder.

One could say this was an out-and-out Demon Sect, a slaughterhouse that killed people like flies.

But just at this moment, a terrifying aura erupted from the depths of the Blood River Sect’s forbidden ground.

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At this very moment, in the forbidden ground of the Blood River Realm, beneath the Abyss of the Origin Blood Pool, all had lain in eternal stillness, undisturbed.

The Eternal Blood River that ran across the entire domain surged with scalding waves of blood, hundreds of millions of bones rising and sinking at the riverbed, wailing and sobbing; blood-colored Dao Patterns flowed unceasingly through the ages. And at the deepest part of the Blood River, one Ancient Blood Coffin after another, piled from the desiccated bones of billions of Demons, had lain silently asleep for hundreds of millions of years.

Layers upon layers of sealing Dao Patterns were branded upon the coffins’ surfaces, arranged by the Mahayana Ancestors of successive generations.

In the depths of the Blood River, coffins like these were everywhere.

Throughout history, generation after generation of Mahayana Ancestors of the Blood River Sect, upon their Cultivation reaching the Mahayana Peak, seeking a step of transcendence and to slow the consumption of their Lifespan and quietly await the destined time, used Life Source Stones to seal their bodies, waiting for the Immortal Realm to reopen in the future.

Thus, even if countless died and were wounded in the Blood River Sect outside, they still were unwilling to emerge at this moment.

For once they emerged, they would no longer be able to seal themselves again.

If after tens of thousands of years the Immortal Realm did not reopen, they would exhaust their Lifespan and die.

For the sake of their own Dao path, the lives and deaths of other Cultivators had nothing whatsoever to do with these Mahayana Ancestors.

Yet at this time, an accident occurred.

Wisp after wisp of eerie aura seeped into these coffins.

The Mahayana Ancestors who had originally been in slumber were instantly corroded, their Primordial Spirits completely Fallen.

This strange power completely ignited the demonic nature that had slumbered within the coffins for endless ages.

Without a doubt, the Immortal Race had made their move.

Crack—crack—

Piercing sounds of bones splitting and patterns fracturing suddenly exploded from the very bottom of the Abyss, densely packed pitch-black Demon Patterns madly spreading along the sealing Dao Patterns. The crimson, stable sealing light-shields instantly shattered like spiderwebs.

Billowing pitch-black demonic blood, mingled with scalding Origin Blood Evil, burst through the coffins’ restraints and soared into the sky, piercing through the Blood Coffins’ bindings, piercing tens of thousands of miles of Blood River, dyeing the entire dark red firmament of the Blood River Realm into a murky black-red.

The Ancient Blood Coffins exploded with a thunderous roar, fragments of bone flying across the sky as one towering Demon silhouette after another slowly rose to its feet from within the Blood River Abyss.

These Mahayana Ancestors were densely packed, numbering in the thousands upon tens of thousands.

They were the accumulation of hundreds of millions of years of the Blood River Sect, the boundless hidden foundation of the Blood River Sect.

Yet now, they were completely annihilated.

These Mahayana Ancestors of the Blood River Sect had long since lost even the slightest trace of human form, utterly reduced to Demons gestated from Blood Evil.

Their bodies towered ten thousand zhang high, rooted in the ever-rolling Origin Blood River below; their upper bodies pierced the clouds, shrouding the blood sun. Their flesh was a Demon Body of dark crimson and jet black interwoven, with no skin upon the surface—only layer upon layer of squirming blood-colored tumors. From between the tumors grew thousands upon thousands of sharp blood-colored bone spurs, stabbing through the firmament; from each bone spur dripped pitch-black demonic blood that corroded Divine Souls. Wherever the demonic blood fell into the Blood River, the entire Eternal Blood River boiled violently in an instant.

Their heads were twisted and dreadful, their long hair already transformed into countless strands of blood-colored hair, dancing wildly like venomous serpents. Their original faces were completely distorted and collapsed, with no mouth or nose; in their place yawned a single Abyssal blood maw that ran across the entire face, its interior crammed full of tightly packed circular, razor-sharp fangs. As it opened and closed, it spewed forth rolling demonic miasma and blood-colored gales.

Their two eyes were a pair of demon pupils burning with world-destroying black flames, with no whites at all; wherever their gaze swept, Space directly dissolved and collapsed, and tens of thousands of blood-colored resentful souls were incinerated in an instant.

On the backs of these Mahayana Demons grew twelve blood-colored demonic wings; the wing bones were all forged from the remains of Ancient Demons, and the wing membranes flowed with ancient blood-colored Demon Dao Patterns. With each beat, they stirred blood-colored storms that swept across the entire Blood River Realm.

Their bodies were covered by no Magic Robes at all; all the meridians over their forms bulged, transforming into ferocious blood-colored blood dragons coiling about their bodies, their dragon roars mournful and shrill—each and every one the remnant soul of a supreme powerhouse they had Devoured in days past.

The Cultivation foundation of these former Mahayana Ancestors remained, but it had been completely seized by demonic nature. They had no reason, no Sect devotion, no desire for cultivation—only the instinct to kill, Devour, and annihilate.

They could not distinguish fellow disciples from outside foes, nor blood kin from enemies. All living beings under heaven, in the eyes of these Mahayana Ancestors, were nothing but nourishment whose Essence Blood could be Devoured and drained.

"Jie jie, foolish humans."

"With just you, you dare contend with us Demons? You truly do not know life from death."

"Now, let you idiots die in your own internal strife."

"We have no need at all for frontal battle."

"Just striking from the shadows is enough to plot you all to death."

Head after head let out eerie, chilling laughter.

They had all been dispatched from the Immortal Realm by the Immortal Race.

Their purpose was to destroy the entire Mortal World.

Because the Void Realm was simply too powerful, they could find no way at all to invade it.

So, settling for the next best thing, they chose to attack the other Ten Ancient Major Sects.

Among them, the Blood River Sect was the easiest power to invade.

And that was indeed the case.

They had practically expended no effort at all to invade the Blood River Sect, then corroded those slumbering Mahayana Ancestors, causing them to completely Fall and become Mahayana Demons.

Rumble~~

In the next instant, as the bodies of the tens of thousands of Mahayana Demons moved ever so slightly, waves of frenzied demonic might, far surpassing the Mahayana Realm and capable of destroying all heavens, exploded forth, sweeping across the entire main domain of the Blood River Sect in an instant.

The tens of thousands of Outer Sect blood Cultivators on duty at the Outer Sect Blood Evil Peak bore the brunt of it.

This group of vicious evil-path Cultivators, who normally slaughtered living beings without mercy, could not even move a single finger before this pure world-ending demonic might; their Divine Souls were directly crushed by the pressure.

Before they could even let out a single scream, countless blood-colored absorption Demon Patterns descended from the heavens, in an instant Piercing through all the blood Cultivators’ bodies, forcibly draining every drop of Essence Blood, Blood Essence, and Cultivation source within them.

In the span of a breath, the tens of thousands of Outer Sect Disciples were all shriveled dry, turning into a thin carpet of withered black corpses that thundered to the ground. All their Essence Blood followed the patterns of the void, surging ceaselessly into the Demons’ bodies high above, nourishing their frenzied Demon Bodies.

"It’s over, the Ancestors have Fallen! Quickly, activate the Sect’s Mountain Protection Array!"

"Impossible—even with the Grand Array we can’t possibly win; too many Ancestors have Fallen into Demons."

"How could such a thing happen? Has even the heavens decided to destroy our Blood River Sect?"

"Ancestors, wake quickly, this is the Blood River Sect!"

"Alas, I’d heard before that other Sects had similar incidents; I never thought it would happen to our Blood River Sect so soon. This time we are utterly finished."

"Run, run now—if one lives, that’s one more alive."

The Inner Sect Elders, the various Peak Masters, and the dozen-odd Blood River Mahayana Cultivators on station all blanched in shock, their faces filled with ultimate terror.

They could clearly sense that those who had emerged before them were not Mahayana Ancestors guarding the Sect, but one Ancient Demon after another, utterly ruthless and recognizing no kin.

Countless Blood-Colored Bone Banners thrashed madly, and the Sect’s eternal Blood Evil Mountain Protection Array was activated at full speed. Billions of blood-colored Dao Patterns shrouded the entire Sect, attempting to forcibly trap the Fallen Demon Ancestors.

Yet this Sect Protection Array, sufficient to withstand the assault of an extraterritorial Immortal King, was as fragile as paper before these Fallen Mahayana Demons. They were utterly no match; the disparity was far, far too great, beyond imagination.