The Martial Emperor with Dragon Blood Chapter 1308 - 1309: Wraith Land

In the extreme northern reaches of the Lingwu Continent, within the Wraith Kingdom, a realm perpetually cloaked in darkness and saturated with potent Wraith Energy, a shadowy figure moved. This land mirrored the very essence of the Wraith Land.

Amidst the desolate forests, a silhouette adorned in violet, radiating an aura of death, dispatched an Evil Demon with a singular, decisive sword strike. With a swift motion, she vanished, only to reappear moments later atop a formidable mountain peak.

Her gaze swept the distant horizon, a subtle frown creasing her brow as she perceived an immense rift tearing through the void.

"It is said this Wraith Kingdom is a shard of the Wraith Land itself. Could this rift be the result of a continental fragment's descent? Since the Power of Law has faded, perhaps entering this rift will grant me passage to the Wraith Land. My cultivation thrives on the power of death, and Wraith Energy is exceptionally conducive to my progress. Now that I'm stalled at the Half Honor realm without a breakthrough, I shall seize this opportunity."

With her decision made, the woman swiftly propelled herself towards the celestial tear.

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A month elapsed, and the Five Element League found its footing, ushering in a true Cultivation Era for the Zone of Desolation. In Limestone City's central plaza, a statue of Ye Mo was erected, a testament for aspiring disciples that an unparalleled genius had once hailed from their very city, his deeds now woven into local legend.

"Now, it is time to journey to the Wraith Land."

Ye Mo stood on a mountain's precipice, his gaze fixed on the horizon. This was the Wraith Kingdom, nestled in the frigid northern territories. Above, a colossal rift, a hundred zhang high and veiled in ominous clouds, marked a millennia-old wound where a piece of the Wraith Land had fractured, tearing through the fabric of space itself.

With the Power of Law absent, passage through this cosmic aperture promised direct access to the Wraith Land.

"Once we breach this rift, we can finally reach the Wraith Land."

The Wraith Demon Emperor’s voice, thick with anticipation, declared his excitement. Having been banished to the Lingwu Continent by the Soul Master and subsequently suppressed by its ancient guardians with the Eternal Springs, his return to his homeland filled him with elation.

"Farewell, Lingwu Continent!"

Ye Mo departed discreetly, minimizing any attention. With a flicker, he plunged directly into the rift. Upon nearing it, Ye Mo realized it was a stable vacuum channel, protected from the surrounding spatial turbulence; anything less, and his current cultivation would have been insufficient to prevent him from being torn asunder.

Swoosh!

Ye Mo accelerated, and in the next instant, his surroundings were flooded with light as he emerged from the rift, leaping into the Wraith Land.

Around him, the natural spiritual energy of the Lingwu Continent was absent, replaced entirely by the pervasive Wraith Energy. Undeterred, Ye Mo knew his Rising Dragon Pillar could absorb any energy, and his Tomb Dragon Power could even mimic various forms of cultivation. If he were to encounter others here, his origin would remain concealed.

Furthermore, he had subtly altered his appearance: his skin darkened slightly, and his hair was trimmed short, no longer brushing his shoulders.

Donning a simple blue robe, Ye Mo was virtually unrecognizable to anyone unfamiliar with him. Here, he would adopt the identity of Ye Xiao.

"This is the Wraith Land, and the concentration of Wraith Energy here far surpasses that of the Wraith Kingdom."

Ye Mo surveyed his environment – a desolate expanse of ruins, devoid of vegetation or any sign of civilization.

Taking a deep breath, a massive influx of Wraith Energy coursed into his body. While Wraith Energy differed fundamentally from the Yuan Qi of Heaven and Earth, both were forms of energy.

Moreover, the density of Wraith Energy was demonstrably higher than that of Yuan Qi for equivalent volumes.

This inherent superiority was a key reason for the Wraith Land's greater power compared to the Lingwu Continent.

"Wraith Demon Emperor, where exactly have we arrived?" Ye Mo inquired immediately.

"This is the very place where I clashed with Ao Canngwu years ago. It's astonishing that it remains in ruins after all this time," the Wraith Demon Emperor responded with a hint of pride. "Boy, you must now grasp the true extent of my peak power."

"And yet, you were still defeated by Ao Canngwu," Ye Mo countered before asking, "What is the plan now?"

At this moment, Ye Mo felt adrift, lacking a clear objective despite having reached the Wraith Land. His primary goal remained to advance his cultivation, as the Dead Soul Royal Family posed a grave threat to the Lingwu Continent. Over the past century, Xue Wudi's strength had escalated dramatically, and the Soul Master had recovered from his injuries, both factors creating immense pressure for Ye Mo.

"Head towards the Wraith Clan. Facing either Xue Wudi or the Soul Master, cultivating Soul Techniques is an absolute necessity. When it comes to the cultivation of Soul Techniques, the Dead Soul Royal Family simply cannot measure up to us, the Wraith Clan."

Wraith Demon declared with conviction, " Proceed to the Wraith Clan and immerse yourself in the cultivation of advanced Soul Techniques. Given your innate talents, you possess the capability to establish your own territory within the bounds of the Wraith Clan."

At the present moment, Ye Mo, in the realm of martial arts, could manage on his own to a degree. However, concerning Soul Cultivation, he remained an absolute beginner, entirely lacking in experience.

Just then, from seemingly nowhere, a group of figures materialized upon this desolate plain. Witnessing this, Ye Mo swiftly cloaked himself within the Space Barrier.

These individuals, appearing outwardly as common folk, emanated palpable auras of ferocity and malice, each clutching a Token in their hands.

Shortly thereafter, several more figures descended, radiating an oppressive Killing Aura. The one at the forefront of this newly arrived group demanded assertively, "Surrender your Tokens at once."

"Attempting to pilfer the points on our Tokens will not be so straightforward. This time, in the Moluo Hell trial, I am determined to secure a spot within the top ten."

The leader of the opposing faction, bearing a distinct air of arrogance, met the demand without a flicker of apprehension.

"Attack!"

Without the slightest pause, the two factions engaged in a fierce battle over their Tokens. Ye Mo discerned that all these individuals possessed formidable strength, equivalent to that of the Divine Venerate Realm.

"These individuals are likely participating in a Sect trial, yet they all wield the power of the Divine Venerate Realm. What kind of Sect could possibly boast such caliber?"

Ye Mo expressed his astonishment.

"These disciples undoubtedly hail from the Hell Sect. The Hell Sect operates under a philosophy devoid of rules or conventional notions of genius; only raw power holds sway. Those who dare to join the Hell Sect are formidable individuals. It is solely through the demonstration of strength that one can acquire greater resources within the Hell Sect. Precisely because of these stringent regulations, numerous audacious individuals find themselves drawn to joining the Hell Sect."