Chapter 1352
The Aftermath of the Battle: Ye Daozu's Prestige
Deep within the mine, silence reigned like a tomb.
No more than an incense stick's time had passed since Ye Yang and the Xuanwu Sacred Beast left, and ripples began to appear in the void.
Immediately afterwards, several extremely powerful auras broke through the air and arrived like meteors falling to earth, crashing down on the ruins.
"Such intense battle energy!"
The first to arrive was a middle-aged cultivator wearing a purple-gold Daoist robe. He had a vertical eye between his brows and was none other than the renowned Purple-Eyed Daoist Lord in the starry sky.
This person's cultivation has reached the peak of the mid-stage of the Tribulation Realm, and he is only one step away from the late-stage of the Tribulation Realm. He can be considered a top expert in the Star Ruins Ancient Road.
Almost at the same time he appeared, three more figures appeared in succession.
A man shrouded in black robes, exuding a cold and eerie aura, was none other than Ghost Hand Venerable of the Yin Sha Sect.
The other person was a female cultivator in white robes, with a beautiful appearance, holding a jade flute; she was the Fairy Bixiao of Tianyin Valley.
The last person was a burly man, bare-chested, with muscles like coiled dragons, exuding a violent aura; he was the Overlord of the Savage Starfield.
All four were renowned mid-stage Tribulation cultivators in the starry sky, each a powerful figure who dominated their respective regions.
The fact that they are all gathered here at this moment shows just how astonishing the impact of that battle was.
"An extremely fierce battle took place here."
The Purple-Eyed Daoist opened his vertical eye between his brows, and purple light swept across the entire mine nest, causing his pupils to suddenly shrink.
"Such sharp sword intent! And these sword marks..."
He reached out and touched the deep sword mark on the mine wall. The moment his fingertips touched it, an extremely sharp sword intent pierced through his body, making his tiger's mouth go numb and causing him to involuntarily take three steps back.
"Hiss! What terrifying swordsmanship!"
The purple-eyed Daoist's expression changed drastically, and his heart was filled with shock.
He had cultivated for thousands of years and had seen countless sword cultivators, but such a sharp and pure sword intent was probably no match for even the Azure Lotus Sword Immortal in the late stage of the lightning tribulation!
"And there's the intent of the sword."
The sinister voice of the Ghost Hand Venerable rang out, and a withered, skeletal hand emerged from beneath his black robe, pointing towards the other side of the cliff.
There was a long, narrow knife mark there, as black as ink, exuding a strange, bloodthirsty aura.
"The killing and devouring intent contained within this blade is simply inconceivable. If one were struck by this blade, even their soul would be completely devoured."
The Ghost Hand Venerable's tone unusually carried a hint of apprehension.
Fairy Bixiao raised her hand and flicked out a sound wave that echoed through the mine, quickly outlining the traces of a battle.
"The swords and blades were drawn simultaneously, with seamless coordination; it must have been the work of one person." Her red lips parted slightly, her voice clear and cold. "To leave such astonishing traces of battle here single-handedly, the newcomer's strength is likely no less than ours."
"Hmph, maybe it's the two of them working together."
The Overlord Venerable spoke in a deep, booming voice, taking large strides that shook the ground with each step.
When he reached the center of the mine, he suddenly stopped and looked down at his feet.
There was a pool of dried blood and a few wisps of residual bloodlust.
"This aura..."
The Overlord Venerable leaned down, his nostrils flaring, and suddenly his eyes widened.
"Blood Demon Lord! This is the aura of the Blood Demon Lord!"
Upon hearing this, the other three all changed color.
Who is the Blood Demon Lord?
That was a notorious demonic giant in the starry sky, an old demon who had been cultivating his Blood Demon Secret Techniques for thousands of years. His methods were unpredictable, cruel, and ruthless.
Even if the four of them joined forces, they might not dare to say they could easily defeat the Blood Demon Lord.
But now, this infamous old devil has actually fallen here?
"Quickly! Find the Blood Demon Lord's corpse!"
"The Purple-Eyed Daoist said urgently."
If they could obtain some inheritance or magical treasures from the corpse of the Blood Demon Lord, it would be an immense opportunity for them.
The four immediately dispersed and searched the mine carefully.
However, after searching the entire mine, apart from the dried bloodstains and the remaining blood demon aura, not even half a bone of the Blood Demon Lord could be found.
The body is gone.
The Ghost Hand Venerable's face was grim. "The Blood Demon Lord cultivated the Blood Demon True Body; even if he perished, his physical body wouldn't easily dissipate. There's only one possibility that could have rendered him completely obliterated..."
“It was devoured,” Fairy Bixiao replied, a hint of coldness flashing in her beautiful eyes.
The four exchanged glances, each seeing a deep sense of apprehension in the other's eyes.
It's already terrifying to be able to kill the Blood Demon Lord, but to be able to devour and refine his corpse along with his magical treasures after killing him—what kind of ruthless methods must that be?
"Fellow Daoists, look this way."
The gruff voice of the Overlord Venerable rang out. He stood in a corner of the mine and pointed to the crisscrossing sword and knife marks on the rock wall.
As the Purple-Eyed Daoist and the others approached for a closer look, they saw that although the marks were messy, they possessed a certain mysterious rhythm.
"This is... the mark of someone skilled in both swordsmanship and saber techniques!"
Fairy Bixiao gasped, "Legend has it that there is a young cultivator in the starry sky who cultivates both the Dao of the Blade and the Dao of the Sword, and has reached the pinnacle in both, known as the Master of Both."
"You mean... Ye Yang?"
The Purple-Eyed Daoist's expression changed drastically. "I saw this boy once at the Heavenly Star Auction a while ago. At that time, he was only at the mid-stage of the Thunder Tribulation realm. How could he have grown to the point of being able to kill the Blood Demon Lord in such a short time?"
"But besides Ye Yang, who else could have left these sword and knife marks?"
The Ghost Hand Venerable said sinisterly, "And don't forget, this boy possesses two deadly weapons, the Dragon Abyss Sword and the Evil King Blade, and has also inherited the legacy of the Xuanwu Sacred Sect. With these opportunities, killing the Blood Demon Lord is not impossible."
"If it really is Ye Yang..."
The Overlord Venerable licked his lips, a greedy glint in his eyes. "He possesses quite a few treasures. The Dragon Abyss Sword, the Evil King Blade, the Xuanwu Inheritance, and the secret technique obtained from killing the Blood Demon Lord..."
Before he finished speaking, an extremely sharp sword intent suddenly erupted from the depths of the mine!
"Sizzle!"
A wisp of sword energy pierced through the air, heading straight for the face of the Overlord Venerable.
The Overlord was shocked and hurriedly activated his protective true energy.
"boom!"
The sword energy struck the protective true essence, unleashing a blinding light.
The Overlord was forced back more than ten steps by the shock, a tiny crack appeared in the protective true essence on his chest, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
"What?!"
The other three were horrified.
This is just the residual sword energy left over from the battle, yet it has such power?
If he were to face Ye Yang's full-force attack head-on, wouldn't that be...?
The four of them shivered simultaneously.
"This child's strength is too terrifying; we should not pursue him."
The Purple-Eyed Daoist said in a deep voice, "Moreover, the fact that he could kill the Blood Demon Lord means he must have powerful reinforcements by his side. Rashly pursuing him would likely be suicidal." "Purple-Eyed Daoist is absolutely right."
Fairy Bixiao nodded slightly. "Ye Yang is exceptionally talented and growing at an astonishing rate. In a few more days, even we might not be his match. It's best not to provoke such a person."
Although Venerable Ghost Hand and Venerable Overlord Body were unwilling, they knew that what Daoist Purple Eyes said was true.
The residual sword energy from earlier proved that Ye Yang's strength far exceeded their expectations.
"That's enough, there's no more opportunity to be found here. Let's look elsewhere."
The Overlord waved his hand unwillingly and took the lead in breaking through the air.
The other three exchanged a glance and then left one after another.
Before leaving, the Purple-Eyed Daoist looked back and took a deep look at the shocking sword and knife marks in the mine, a complex expression flashing in his eyes.
"Ye Yang... a master of both swordsmanship and sabers... this boy will surely become a great threat in the future."
As soon as he finished speaking, his figure transformed into a streak of purple light and disappeared into the depths of the starry sky.
The mine fell silent once again.
Only the crisscrossing marks of swords and spears silently testify to the earth-shattering battle that had just taken place.
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Deep within the ancient road of Xingxu.
Ye Yang and the Xuanwu Sacred Beast traveled swiftly, traversing several star fields.
Along the way, they encountered several ancient ruins and gained a lot.
Ye Yang obtained a ten-thousand-year-old Star Spirit Mushroom, three fragments of Star Cores, and a fragmented ancient weapon-refining manual.
The Xuanwu Sacred Beast also absorbed a significant amount of the power of the stellar origin, further advancing its cultivation.
Half a day later.
"Fellow Daoist, the exit of the Star Ruins Ancient Road is just ahead."
The Xuanwu sacred beast perched on Ye Yang's shoulder, pointing towards the distant starry sky.
There, a massive spatial rift stretched across the void, radiating a hazy glow.
Around the rift, star fragments swirled, forming a natural teleportation array.
Once you pass through this crack, you can return to the realm of mountains and seas.
Ye Yang was about to speed up when he suddenly stopped.
"wrong."
He frowned, activated the Immortal Stabilization Technique, and looked towards the exit with a gleam of silver light in his eyes.
Upon seeing this, his pupils suddenly contracted.
Around that spatial rift, there were actually more than a dozen powerful auras lurking!
Each one represented the late stage of the Thunder Tribulation realm, with three of them possessing unfathomable depths that subtly transcended the Thunder Tribulation realm.
"A Mahayana cultivator!"
Ye Yang gasped.
He carefully probed the area with his divine sense and quickly saw the situation at the exit.
A dozen or so tribulation-level cultivators were guarding both sides of the exit, intercepting any cultivators who wanted to leave the Star Ruins Ancient Road.
Anyone who approaches will be stopped and forcibly searched to steal their treasure.
If there is any resistance, kill them immediately without exception.
Deeper into the more hidden void, several terrifying auras lurked, seemingly Mahayana cultivators.
They concealed their auras to the extreme, and if Ye Yang hadn't cultivated the Immortal-Stabilizing Technique, his divine sense would have far surpassed that of ordinary people, and he would have been completely unable to detect them.
"Such ruthless methods."
Ye Yang's eyes turned cold.
These people were actually lying in wait, specifically targeting the exit to ambush and kill people; they were truly ruthless.
"Fellow Daoist, what should we do?"
The Xuanwu Sacred Beast also sensed the danger, and its voice became solemn.
"The Mahayana cultivators hiding in the shadows possess profound auras; they are likely all early-stage Mahayana experts. With our current strength, we are no match for them at all."
"Forced entry is definitely not an option."
Ye Yang pondered for a moment, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.
"But we can't linger in the Star Ruins Ancient Road. This place is dangerous, and there might be even more terrifying beings here."
He thought for a moment and took out a jade slip from his storage bag.
That was the "Blood Escape Thousand Miles" secret technique that I had obtained from the Blood Demon Lord's storage bag.
"Blood Escape a Thousand Miles, Burning Essence Blood, Traveling a Thousand Miles in an Instant..."
Ye Yang quickly scanned the contents of the secret technique, a resolute glint in his eyes.
"Fellow Daoist, I have a plan."
He transmitted his thoughts to the Xuanwu Sacred Beast, explaining his plan in detail.
Upon hearing this, the Xuanwu Sacred Beast was first startled, then nodded in admiration.
"This plan is risky, but it is indeed feasible. Fellow Daoist, your courage is extraordinary, I admire you!"
"Then it's settled."
"Hopefully, we can keep this from those Mahayana cultivators."
Ye Yang muttered to himself, and with a quick movement, cautiously approached the exit.
At this moment, he suppressed all his fierce aura and pushed the bloodthirsty energy on his body to its limit.
The cold and domineering aura was exactly the same as the aura he had extracted from the fragment of the Blood Demon Lord.
At first glance, he appeared to be an injured demon cultivator, looking utterly disheveled.
Ye Yang cautiously approached the spatial rift leading to the exit, his divine sense remaining taut as he stared intently at the cultivators lying in ambush on both sides.
Especially those unfathomable Mahayana auras deep in the void, they dared not be careless in the slightest.
The closer they got to the exit, the stronger the stench of blood became, mixed with the dying cries and despair of the cultivators, a sound so jarring it was chilling.
Using the star fragments as cover, Ye Yang cautiously peeked out, his gaze sweeping over the area around the exit. The scene before him caused his pupils to shrink sharply.
Below the spatial rift, the starry sky was already littered with corpses, broken fragments of magical artifacts, shattered weapons, and dried blood, all floating in the void.
"We're out! Hahaha, we're finally out!" Leading the group was an elderly man in a blue Taoist robe, clutching a radiant, multicolored herb in his hand, its rich fragrance almost piercing the void. (End of Chapter)