Chapter 175: Lord of the Sea of Blood

This person was over ten zhang tall, clad in a set of dark purple Armor. Several extremely sharp bone spurs protruded from the Armor, emanating a chilling glow.

A head of black hair flowed behind him, swaying without wind. Looking at his face, this person was exceptionally handsome, with features as if carved by a knife, subtly exuding a demonic aura. His lips, in particular, were somewhat thin, appearing cold and ruthless.

His eyes emitted a dark red light, staring at the Demonic Lord of Six Desires. After a long silence, he sighed softly and slowly spoke, "Yi'er, you still recognize your Master. Very good. However, from now on, my name is Demon God Tu Si."

The words "Yi'er" struck the Demonic Lord of Six Desires, causing his heart to tremble immediately, his eyes filled with disbelief. If he had merely been shocked into exclaiming earlier because the man's face was identical to his Master's, then now, this person could call out a name that almost no one knew. Who else could this person be, if not his Master, Heavenly Demon Hermit, who had already died?

The Demonic Lord of Six Desires took a deep breath, his expression flickering between uncertainty. He stared at the other party and whispered, "You… are you human or demon? Why have you, like Meng Tuozi, been demonized? And a thousand years ago, weren't you already…"

The Heavenly Demon Hermit's eyes briefly closed, but quickly opened again. He said calmly, "You mean that I should have died a thousand years ago, and you're wondering why I've revived, right?"

The Demonic Lord of Six Desires felt a surge of alarm in his heart. From Meng Tuozi's appearance to his Master, the Heavenly Demon Hermit's revival, this series of events was too bizarre, giving him a sense of dread. He knew there must be a huge secret involved.

He even began to suspect that this so-called Ancient God Land was not as he had previously anticipated, where endless Magic Treasure and Medicinal Pill would await him simply by entering the Ancient God's body.

The reason for this suspicion was that a thousand years ago, the Legacy item related to this Ancient God Land was obtained by his Master. Now, thinking back carefully, the Heavenly Demon Hermit from back then seemed like a completely different person before and after obtaining this Legacy item.

This was something he had not understood back then, and now, as if struck by a bolt of lightning, a bold conjecture surfaced in his mind.

"I was not taken by Possession!" The Heavenly Demon Hermit glanced in the direction where Meng Tuozi had disappeared, and slowly said.

The Demonic Lord of Six Desires was startled, but his expression remained normal. He cautiously watched his Master, slowly retreating backward.

"Another ten steps back, and I will attack!" The Heavenly Demon Hermit said calmly, without even looking at the Demonic Lord of Six Desires.

The Demonic Lord of Six Desires paused, stopping his retreat, and whispered, "Master, what exactly is going on? Even if you want to kill this Disciple, you must let this Disciple understand why all of this is happening."

The Heavenly Demon Hermit turned to look at the Demonic Lord of Six Desires, pondered for a moment, and said, "Fine, there's no harm in telling you. This…"

Before he could finish, the young man's corpse in the Demonic Lord of Six Desires' hand suddenly exploded with a bang. Although this person had been dead for a long time, the blood in his body had strangely not congealed, as if he had just died.

Upon exploding, a bloody mist suddenly spread out in all directions, instantly enveloping the Demonic Lord of Six Desires. At this moment, he seemed to melt into the bloody light, instantly disappearing from his spot and rapidly fleeing towards the exit of the third pass.

"Desire Blood Escape Great Spell… Very good, truly worthy of being my Disciple. Seeing that things were not good, he immediately chose the most effective way to escape. Not bad!" The Heavenly Demon Hermit glanced in the direction of Six Desires' escape, a smile of appreciation appearing at the corner of his mouth.

All of Six Desires' Cultivation Technique were personally taught by him. The Cultivation Technique he Cultivated was called the Profound Heaven Demonic Desire Art. Humans have six Innate desires, and this art Cultivates using various desires, first refining one's own desires, and then using them as a guide to incite the desires of others and use them for oneself.

If one were to speak of malevolence, it was only slightly inferior to the Death Curse Art. In Cultivating this Profound Heaven Demonic Desire Art, one's own desires are the most crucial. If one can refine four of one's Innate desires, one can reach the Soul Transformation Stage cultivation. If all six desires are refined, one can reach the Nascent Soul Transformation Stage.

The Demonic Lord of Six Desires had already refined five of his own desires, but he had always been unable to refine the last one, the desire for persistence. In his view, this desire for persistence meant obsession. The only object of obsession for Six Desires himself was his own cultivation. From the first day he stepped onto the path of demonic cultivation, he swore an oath that he would definitely become a Nascent Soul Transformation Stage Cultivator in this life.

This was his dream and his lifelong pursuit. The Heavenly Demon Hermit had said back then that this desire for persistence would be the greatest chasm in the Demonic Lord of Six Desires' life, and now, facts proved it to be true.

As for the Desire Blood Escape Great Spell, it was a life-saving method recorded in the Profound Heaven Demonic Desire Art, never to be used lightly unless absolutely necessary. This great Spell is propelled by the loss of one refined desire, and can instantly increase the caster's speed to an incredible degree.

The Demonic Lord of Six Desires was a decisive person. From the moment his Master, the Heavenly Demon Hermit, appeared, he had a subtle premonition, which was why he gritted his teeth and used this method to quickly escape.

Meanwhile, Wang Lin was moving at top speed, rushing towards the exit of the third pass in the northwest. All the Wandering Soul obstructing his path automatically dispersed to the sides, clearing a straight path for him.

His body was almost a blur, flashing past, getting closer and closer to the entrance of the third pass. As for the life and death of the Demonic Lord of Six Desires, Wang Lin had no time to worry. He had no interaction with the other party, and at this moment, escaping to save his life, any extra bit of certainty was more important than anything else.

However, what he found regrettable was that through the information transmitted by the Wandering Soul, he witnessed the encounter between the Demonic Lord of Six Desires and his Master, the Heavenly Demon Hermit.

At the same time, he also saw Meng Tuozi pause only briefly before immediately resuming his pursuit.

Wang Lin took a deep breath, drank another mouthful of spirit liquid, and abruptly waved his right hand. Blue ice flames immediately appeared from his hand. At the same time, he patted his Storage Pouch, and the Poison Sword flew out, emanating a chilling glow.

Wang Lin's body was unsettled, his hands forming Hand Seals, pointing backward. His body immediately flickered forth, continuing his escape. As for the ice flames and the Flying Sword, they split into two different directions, rushing towards the pursuing Meng Tuozi.

The demonic Meng Tuozi, while pursuing, secretly pondered in his heart. The person he was currently pursuing was the Cultivator who emitted an extremely repulsive aura to him. He was utterly confused by this, but he felt an urge in his heart to catch up quickly and tear the opponent to shreds to alleviate the inexplicable Qi in his heart.

However, Meng Tuozi also felt some admiration for this person in his heart. He could sense that this person's cultivation was only at the Core Formation Middle Stage, yet this person was the most cunning. As soon as he slightly pursued, the other party would immediately detect him and decisively flee.

What surprised Meng Tuozi even more was that the Wandering Soul in this third pass seemed to have no aggressive intent towards that person, no matter how he moved through it, they would not attack him.

This made him extremely curious. He knew that the reason he wasn't attacked by the Wandering Soul was because of the Magic Treasure given by his Master, which contained a trace of Soul Devourer aura, allowing him to achieve this.

But how did the other party manage it? Meng Tuozi was puzzled. He took a deep breath, stomped his foot in the Void Realm, and his speed increased significantly again, rushing forward rapidly.

But before he could rush much further, he immediately detected a ball of blue flame rapidly approaching him. Meng Tuozi sneered, not only not slowing down but actually speeding up.

Almost in a blink of an eye, he disdained to dodge and crashed head-on into the blue ice flame. The ice flame flickered a few times, then exploded with a bang, turning into ice flame flowers that scattered in all directions.

Meng Tuozi sneered, about to continue accelerating, when suddenly his expression changed. Although the surrounding ice flame flowers were slowly dissipating, his chest, where he had collided, had instantly turned dark blue. Looking closely, it was a layer of dark blue ice crystal.

This ice crystal rapidly spread, extending over Meng Tuozi's entire body.

Meng Tuozi let out a light 'eh', stopped, and lowered his right hand to touch the ice flame. The ice flame immediately stopped spreading, and tiny cracks appeared on its surface.

Just then, a cold light suddenly flashed in the distance, followed by a strange black Flying Sword that instantly approached Meng Tuozi's right shoulder. This Flying Sword had a rather peculiar design; its not-so-long blade was covered with sharp small thorns at both ends, and it glowed a dark blue, clearly indicating it contained potent poison.

The moment he saw this small sword, Meng Tuozi's heart trembled. From this sword, he sensed a familiar feeling that almost etched itself into his bones, as if the Flying Sword contained something that tugged at his heart.

In that momentary daze, the Flying Sword pierced Meng Tuozi's right shoulder, and a metallic clang suddenly emanated from the point of contact between the Flying Sword and Meng Tuozi's right shoulder. Although the Flying Sword's speed was extremely fast, it could only slightly pierce the skin, unable to penetrate.

However, merely breaking the skin, the toxins contained within the Flying Sword surged into Meng Tuozi's body in large quantities. At this moment, Meng Tuozi was not even thinking about being poisoned, but instead, he waved his large hand and reached for the Flying Sword. He had a strong feeling that what was contained within this Flying Sword should rightfully be his.

With Meng Tuozi's cultivation, trying to grab a Flying Sword was like child's play. The moment his large hand reached out, a Vortex-like Qi field immediately enveloped the Flying Sword, preventing it from breaking free.

Wang Lin, who was almost at the exit, his expression changed, and he immediately sensed the danger to his Flying Sword. Although his steps did not stop, his hands continuously performed several Hand Seals, finally pointing his right hand at his solar plexus, spitting out a mouthful of Golden Core Qi.

At the same time, the Flying Sword, trapped within the Vortex Qi field, immediately reacted, quickly spinning, and the sharp thorns on its blade glowed an even deeper blue.

The moment Meng Tuozi's large hand reached out, and the Qi field slightly loosened, the Flying Sword made several cracking sounds, and eight sharp thorns instantly broke off from the blade on their own, shooting towards Meng Tuozi's palm at a speed far exceeding that of the Flying Sword itself.

If the poison within this Flying Sword was slightly inferior to that of the sharp thorns, Wang Lin had invested significant effort into these ninety-nine sharp thorns when he designed this Flying Sword.

Almost all of the poison was stored within the sharp thorns. Thus, when eight broken thorns shot out simultaneously, the poison contained within them was already extremely potent.

However, if used on others, it might have miraculous effects. But Meng Tuozi himself was a Master of poison techniques. The Flying Sword's poison primarily originated from the Poison King Cauldron, which was once Meng Tuozi's Lifebound Treasure. As such, the poison was utterly incapable of harming him.

The poison that entered Meng Tuozi's body when the Flying Sword pierced his shoulder earlier merely circulated briefly before vanishing without a trace, assimilated by the Spiritual Qi within Meng Tuozi's body.

Nevertheless, although the poison from the eight sharp thorns was ineffective, their intense impact was equivalent to eight Flying Swords attacking simultaneously. If it were anyone else, their palm might have been pierced. However, Meng Tuozi's demonic body had reached an unbelievable level of hardness. Thus, after eight clanging sounds, all eight sharp thorns broke in half at the moment of impact, due to the powerful resistance and vibration.

Although they broke, they still slowed down the hand reaching for the Flying Sword. In that instant, the Flying Sword immediately flickered out. Meng Tuozi's large hand made a grab, but only caught the edge of the Flying Sword before it vanished from his grasp.

However, Meng Tuozi's cultivation was extremely powerful. Even just a slight graze immediately caused the Flying Sword's outer glow to dim, and even a crack appeared on it.

After the Flying Sword vanished, it reappeared a hundred zhang away, flickering rapidly before disappearing without a trace.

Meng Tuozi's expression was grim. He stared in the direction the Flying Sword had disappeared, then slashed his right hand in front of him, instantly tearing open a spatial Rift.

An extremely overbearing Divine Thought suddenly rushed out from within the Rift. After sweeping around, it immediately covered the entire Realm of Silence in the third pass. However, in the place where the Soul Devourer slept, this Divine Sense spread out to both sides, avoiding contact with it.

"What is it?" A cold message was transmitted through the Divine Thought.

The moment the Divine Thought appeared, Meng Tuozi immediately knelt on one knee and respectfully said, "Sir Emissary, there is a Cultivator too close to the exit here. I need help."

"You may!" the Divine Thought replied.

Upon hearing the reply, Meng Tuozi immediately moved, chasing in Wang Lin's direction. He was absolutely certain in his heart that with the help of Sir Emissary, this junior of the Core Formation Middle Stage would definitely not be able to enter the exit.

In Meng Tuozi's opinion, among the kings of this third pass, only Sir Emissary could compare, apart from that large fellow put into a dormant state by the Master's Spell.

The Divine Sense immediately swept through the third pass and quickly found Wang Lin and the Six-Desire Demonic Lord. He first gathered his Divine Thought on the Six-Desire Demonic Lord. The dense bloody light emanating from the latter's body caused his speed to instantly surge. However, despite the increased speed, the deeper he went, the more Wandering Souls there were. With the Magic Treasure in his hand, he simply couldn't deal with so many Wandering Souls.

As a result, his body had been pounced upon by many Wandering Souls along the way. He relied entirely on a breath of Spiritual Qi to stubbornly resist those Wandering Souls within his body.

The moment the Divine Sense condensed, the Six-Desire Demonic Lord was immediately startled. The Wandering Souls within his body had already left him exhausted, and now such an overbearing Divine Sense had appeared. He immediately analyzed that the Cultivator capable of emitting such Divine Sense must have unfathomable cultivation.

After the Divine Sense swept over the Six-Desire Demonic Lord, a ripple was transmitted. Instantly, the bloody light around the Six-Desire Demonic Lord's body grew fainter and fainter, eventually disappearing completely, revealing his figure with a look of horror.

"With a Soul Devourer present, I cannot act. I can only help you block once. You must be quick!" After doing all this, the powerful Divine Sense transmitted a Divine Thought to Heavenly Devil Rogue Cultivator, who was chasing the Six-Desire Demonic Lord at a leisurely pace.

Heavenly Devil Rogue Cultivator's expression was calm. He nodded slightly, and his body suddenly sped up, chasing forward.

The Six-Desire Demonic Lord secretly cursed his misfortune. He gritted his teeth and, without a word, once again discarded a desire, performing the Desire Blood Escape Great Art. This time, his body could no longer bear it. He spat out several mouthfuls of fresh blood, and the Wandering Souls within his body immediately began to devour. He gave a bitter smile, gritted his teeth, and rushed forward.

The powerful Divine Sense once again swept towards the Six-Desire Demonic Lord. This time, it didn't act, but after just one glance, it spread to the exit of the third pass, where it saw Wang Lin a thousand zhang away from the exit.

The Divine Sense transmitted a ripple, targeting Wang Lin. In fact, as early as the moment the Divine Sense appeared, Wang Lin had immediately noticed it. He was suddenly startled at the time; although this Divine Sense was powerful, Wang Lin had a very strange feeling that there was something peculiar about it.

At this moment, the Divine Sense attacked him. Wang Lin's eyes flashed with a cold light. He knew where the peculiarity lay: the owner of this Divine Sense was definitely not a Cultivator; this was clearly a Wandering Soul that was about to evolve into a Soul Devourer!

This was the first time Wang Lin had encountered such a massive Wandering Soul. However, a Wandering Soul was still a Wandering Soul. As long as it hadn't evolved to the Realm of a Soul Devourer, it was in a subordinate position in terms of hierarchy. No matter how massive it was, the natural predator's restraint was an insurmountable chasm for it.

Now, this massive Wandering Soul actually dared to attack Wang Lin, who was a Soul Devourer. Its outcome was predictable. In Wang Lin's view, this Wandering Soul was like a super tonic. If he could devour it, his Divine Sense would definitely recover to its former massive state, and in terms of refinement, it would clearly surpass the past, reaching an unbelievable level.

At this moment, the Wandering Soul's Divine Sense attack arrived. The moment it entered Wang Lin's body, the Wandering Soul immediately froze, then was suddenly startled.

"Soul Devourer? You… you are actually a Soul Devourer!" The Wandering Soul's Divine Sense fluctuations immediately spread. However, despite the surprise in its voice, there was also a hint of wild joy.

Although Wang Lin was puzzled, he unhesitatingly swallowed the Wandering Soul that had entered his body. The Wandering Soul immediately retracted its Divine Sense, but a portion of it was still forcibly swallowed by Wang Lin.

Wang Lin licked his lips. He could clearly feel his extreme realm Divine Sense growing stronger at an extremely fast rate. He secretly thought it a pity; if he could have swallowed the entire Wandering Soul, he believed his Divine Sense would have increased even more.

After the massive Divine Sense Wandering Soul escaped, it immediately opened a spatial Rift in a complex manner, drilled into it, and disappeared from this Realm of Silence.

At this moment, within the Demonic God Blood Sea, the Wandering Soul suddenly emerged from a crack that appeared in the sky. Immediately after, it swiftly flew towards the largest towering stone cone in this place. In front of the stone cone, this Wandering Soul immediately condensed into a long-haired man, kneeling on one knee in mid-air, his face showing weakness, but his expression was full of excitement.

"Master, in the third pass, I saw a… Soul Devourer!"

On this towering stone cone sat a red-haired man cross-legged. The man had his head lowered, his face obscured by his red hair, but an arrogant and disdainful aura constantly emanated from his body.

The moment he heard the Wandering Soul's words, his body suddenly trembled. He slowly raised his head, revealing a bloodied and blurry face. The instant he looked up, dense bloody mist immediately appeared within the Demonic God Blood Sea, spreading out in all directions.

At the same time, all the Cultivators on the surrounding stone cones immediately turned their gaze towards this person, and even those Cultivators in the blood plasma on the ground looked over, a trace of wild joy appearing in their eyes.

"Soul Devourer… are you certain?" The man's voice, though low, was filled with an irresistible majesty.

The long-haired man, formed by the Divine Sense Wandering Soul, immediately said, "Master, I am certain that person is indeed a Soul Devourer! Master, he is currently at the exit of the third pass. If you want to capture him, you must go immediately!"

"Soul Devourer…" The red-haired man's eyes showed a hint of indifference. With a wave of his right hand, a spatial Rift about several thousand zhang long immediately appeared in the sky.

"Demonic God Tu Si's, go and capture this Soul Devourer for me!" the red-haired man said indifferently, then lowered his head again, looking at the stone surface beneath him, falling back into silence.

As his words fell, all the Cultivators within the entire Demonic God Blood Sea leaped up from the ground and stone cones, instantly disappearing into the Rift.

At this time, the man transformed from the Wandering Soul also followed. The entire blood sea was suddenly left with only the red-haired man, who gently traced on the ground with his right hand, writing a line of small characters.

"I have been sealed in this Demonic God Blood Sea for tens of thousands of years. Today, upon hearing of another Soul Devourer appearing, my heart feels a slight stir…"

Beside this line of small characters were several other lines of text.

"Upon entering this third pass, I immediately discovered that this place was actually a spatial Rift connected to the Realm of Silence. After searching, I found the entrance to the Realm of Silence, but did not enter."

"The rumors about this Ancient God Land are overly exaggerated. Apart from this third pass being slightly interesting, the rest is not worth mentioning. I had intended to leave, but considering I had already come this far, wouldn't it be a waste of time if I didn't enter and see clearly?"

"The fourth pass is merely a Teleportation Formation. Its design, based on the time taken by challengers to pass, is very ingenious. I studied it for a long time and finally thoroughly understood its structure, allowing me to enter any part of the Ancient God's body at will."

"How is this the Ancient God Land? This is clearly a Demonic God Land."

"Ancient God Tu Si… this person is indeed an ancient Cultivator of great wisdom. I admire him… that he could conceive of such a method…"

"I never thought that one day I would be trapped in one place for a thousand years…"