The Divine Urban Physician Chapter 3555: 3555: Blood Venerate (Eighth Update)

“Swoosh!”

An arrow sliced through the void, defying the flow of time, as though ready to rend the cosmos and every realm apart, materializing right in front of Jun Mo in a flash.

Upon spotting the incoming arrow, Jun Mo's face twisted in shock. A torrent of crimson waves burst from him without warning, unleashing a force that could obliterate worlds, devouring all in its wake and fracturing infinite voids.

The arrow slammed into the crimson wave but failed to breach it, trembling violently before detonating with a thunderous blast.

“Cough…” Though Jun Mo had fended off the Death Energy Arrow, the impact hit him hard, draining the color from his cheeks in an instant while blood trickled from his lips.

“Yang Han, what are you waiting for!”

Right then, Jun Mo glared at Yang Han with irritation and bellowed sharply.

“Why the rush?”

Yang Han burst into booming laughter before rocketing upward. The golden armor encasing him flared with a devastating aura that shook the heavens.

Fierce golden radiance blasted outward in every direction, while roaring golden fires blazed across Yang Han's form. Abruptly, he thrust out a palm toward the War Soul.

“Divine Fire Demon Transformation Palm!”

Yang Han bellowed in fury, as boundless golden fires coalesced into a massive hand that hurtled toward the War Soul with a deafening rumble.

Still ensnared by Jun Mo's scarlet chains, the War Soul couldn't escape. As Yang Han's strike barreled in, it let out furious roars one after another.

Boundless decay erupted, and a surge of pale gray-white glow exploded from the War Soul's frame, weaving a shield of death energy right before it.

Etched with myriad arcane symbols on the death energy shield, it resembled the celestial bodies arrayed across the skies, utterly unbreakable. When Yang Han's palm crashed against it, deafening blasts rang out without end.

Yet the death energy shield merely quaked, steadfastly holding back Yang Han's assault. Witnessing this, Yang Han's features shifted with unease.

Suddenly, the Sky-covering Demon Emperor materialized, demonic essence billowing from him like the arrival of an ultimate dark overlord. The raging demonic essence solidified into a blade of pure malice, which the Sky-covering Demon Emperor seized and drove straight at the death energy shield.

“Heavenly Demon Annihilation Slash!”

The Sky-covering Demon Emperor thundered, as savage demonic essence flooded the sword in his grip. Peerless dark brilliance lit up the skies and ground, and the blade's glow, capable of instilling dread across myriad worlds, unleashed a edge that could shatter existence itself.

In that instant, the joint onslaught from the Sky-covering Demon Emperor and Yang Han shattered the death energy shield with a massive boom, propelling the pair forward with unstoppable force, enveloped in boundless primordial energy, straight at the War Soul.

“Boom!”

At that very second, the War Soul wrenched free from the scarlet chains' hold. Jun Mo reeled from the rebound, coughing up blood, as the War Soul lashed out with savage palms at the Sky-covering Demon Emperor and Yang Han.

Tempestuous decay roiled over the War Soul's body, funneling at last into its hands to birth two spheres of death energy, dense with annihilating power.

The force radiating from those death energy spheres could pulverize the firmament, evoking sheer terror. At the sight, both the Sky-covering Demon Emperor and Jun Mo's faces tightened subtly.

The following instant saw the clash erupt, with cataclysmic shockwaves ripping through everything. The Sky-covering Demon Emperor and Yang Han were hurled backward, their vital forces dimming noticeably.

“With just this level of strength, you dare to block me!”

The War Soul sneered in contempt, its presence surging, appearing utterly unbeatable, as its ferocious power surged forth.

Right then, a sword beam erupted with earth-shattering might. This blade was horrifically potent, poised to dismantle the stars and cleave through all realms. A flicker of alarm crossed the War Soul's gaze, prompting it to hurriedly counter the incoming strike.

“Swoosh!”

The sword beam lanced through the War Soul's hand, and moments later, it severed the War Soul's throat cleanly.

“Boom!”

The War Soul's form detonated abruptly, sending out apocalyptic waves that ravaged all. Having attained the Heavenly Repairing Realm, the War Soul's blast was profoundly dread-inducing, as if it aimed to erase every heaven.

Ye Chen emerged in the sky, his complexion faintly ashen. While the Sky-covering Demon Emperor and Yang Han kept the War Soul occupied, he had lurked nearby, biding his moment.

As the War Soul flung back the Sky-covering Demon Emperor and the rest, boasting in overconfidence, it dropped its defenses briefly, letting Ye Chen exploit the opening for a fatal sword thrust.

Yet to his surprise, the War Soul's demise and ensuing explosion unleashed such a ferocious backlash that even Ye Chen paled at the sight of the rampant devastation poised to engulf all.

Throughout the fight against the War Soul, none of the four, Ye Chen included, were in peak condition. After all, the War Soul truly embodied the Heavenly Repairing Realm. Though they felled it without excessive cost, the effort had drained them considerably.

Now, the explosion's fallout loomed too immense, and facing it directly could leave them gravely wounded.

“To the Abyss!”

Ye Chen abruptly spotted a chasm nearby. That was where the War Soul had formed, the sole refuge from this berserk onslaught.

At Ye Chen's call, Jun Mo and the others, jolted by the dire shockwave, lit up with hope and charged headlong into the abyss.

Though the abyss's depths held unknowns, possibly greater perils, dodging the War Soul's blast took precedence above all else right now.

The next instant, Ye Chen and his three companions plunged into the abyss, only to glimpse at its profoundest core a city glowing with subtle luminescence.

The city projected boundless grandeur, with vital forces swirling overhead. Along its weathered battlements, Ye Chen discerned frescoes illustrating a cataclysmic, realm-quaking ancient war of terror.

“This, this is the Death Ancient City!”

Jun Mo's eyes flared with recognition just then, staring eagerly at the city beneath, his features alight with thrill.

At Jun Mo's exclamation, Ye Chen felt a stir within. Peering intently, the grand palace below, though imposing and regal, brimmed with decay far denser and more ominous than what birthed the War Soul—though it evaded casual notice.

“It’s the source of necrosis,” the Sky-covering Demon Emperor murmured, his gaze sharpening, transmitting a message to Ye Chen.

“Hmm.”

Ye Chen gave a measured nod, now at the Death Ancient City. Traversing it alone would grant access to the Nine Deaths Realm, where Ye Luo awaited.

Soon after, the quartet dropped to the abyss's floor for a nearer look at the Death Ancient City.

The Death Ancient City emanated profound majesty, but a keener gaze revealed necrosis of even greater horror, stripping away all life, with utter death cloaking the entirety.

“There is something strange about this city,” Ye Chen remarked, his look shifting faintly.

“It’s just an ancient city; what could be strange about it?”

Yang Han's eyes sparkled then. He had stayed mostly quiet during the journey but now brimmed with unusual fervor, surpassing even Jun Mo's excitement.

Evidently, Yang Han yearned intensely to breach the Nine Deaths Realm, and he pressed on boldly, his golden armor radiating tremendous divine power. Blazing golden fires roared skyward, and Yang Han advanced like an invincible fire deity into the Death Ancient City.

“No!”

As Yang Han crossed the Death Ancient City's gate, his expression warped in horror, and he cried out in rage. The fierce golden fires cloaking him snuffed out instantly, replaced by a flood of pale light bursting from within.

This pale light brimmed with boundless life force, yet it harbored thick necrosis that chilled the blood and inspired profound dread.

“Save me!”

Yang Han whipped around, yelling desperately at Ye Chen and the pair, as his body crumbled visibly before their eyes. Before Ye Chen or the others could react, Yang Han collapsed into a heap of skeletal remains, thudding to the earth.

“Clatter!”

The ghastly bones tumbled beneath the gate, fractured and strewn, from which a bloom rich in potent life sprouted—the Death Flower.

“It’s the Death Flower that killed him!”

Jun Mo's face drained of color. He had learned that the Death Flower revealed the Death Ancient City, but never that carrying it inside spelled doom.

“Jun Mo, what’s going on?”

The Sky-covering Demon Emperor's features hardened then, fixing a frosty stare on Jun Mo.

Ye Chen stayed silent but locked eyes on Jun Mo too, his presence flaring with immense might.

“I don’t know either.”

Jun Mo's visage grew profoundly dour. Sensing the misunderstanding from Ye Chen and the Sky-covering Demon Emperor, he hastened to clarify, “The one who handed me the map said only the Death Flower lets one behold the Death Ancient City, but I had no idea it would doom the holder!”

“Who gave you the map?”

Ye Chen's thoughts raced, and he demanded at once, suspecting that if Jun Mo spoke true, the informant plotted to slay all who sought the Nine Deaths Realm.

“It’s…”

Jun Mo faltered. The individual's status was too weighty to disclose lightly.

At this, Ye Chen and the Sky-covering Demon Emperor's presences surged, unleashing waves of lethal intent that made Jun Mo blanch, prompting a heavy sigh from him.

“Since it’s come to this, given that he wants to harm me, there’s no harm in revealing his identity.”

Jun Mo uttered resignedly, “This person is known as Blood Venerate, an extremely powerful entity from the Outer Realm. He told me that entering the Nine Deaths Realm could yield the Blood Nether’s Heart, which could reform the Ancient Blood Nether Body. I wanted the Blood Nether’s Heart, so I came here.”

“Logically, he shouldn’t want to harm me,” Jun Mo added, his look one of bafflement, clearly puzzled by Blood Venerate's scheme.

Ye Chen had no knowledge of this Blood Venerate Jun Mo described, but he turned to the Sky-covering Demon Emperor. The Demon Emperor's face bore a grave cast.

“Do you know this person?” Ye Chen inquired.

“I do,” the Sky-covering Demon Emperor affirmed with a nod, his forehead creased in concern. “Blood Venerate is a figure of immense power, neither entirely good nor evil, doing things entirely based on personal preference.”

“You claim Blood Venerate told you all this. Do you have any proof?”

The Sky-covering Demon Emperor eyed Jun Mo.

“What proof is needed anymore?” Jun Mo countered with a wry smile. “Can’t you see that the divine power I use is related to Blood Venerate?”

“I am a descendant of Blood Venerate,” Jun Mo laid bare the truth.