C1249 Elder Who Destroyed Sects
Yu Yuan called forth the Baneblade, Bloodhell, and as a thread of murderous intent sprouted in his mind, the blade soared out like a rainbow. The weapon was divinely connected!
Specks of blood-red light twinkled on the blade's surface like stars, with seven larger orbs of blood-light suddenly emitting a bloodthirsty growl.
The Fire Lizard clanspeople, upon witnessing the Baneblade's flight, realized they had hit a wall.
Regrettably, by the time they thought to retreat, it was already too late.
As the Baneblade drew near, it transformed into a vast blood-red sea that engulfed the five Fire Lizard clanspeople, consuming their bones and flesh whole.
Soon after, five subtle blood-red glimmers appeared within the Crimson Realm inside the Baneblade.
When the Baneblade returned docilely, Yu Yuan reached out and firmly grasped the blade, originally forged for an archdemon, in his palm. Wisps of vital energy drifted from the Baneblade's hilt, willingly merging into his flesh and organs.
Yu Yuan allowed himself a slight smile.
The Baneblade, which previously required significant effort to suppress, had become remarkably docile upon his awakening in Zekrica.
He was well aware that the seven Bloodwraiths within the Baneblade had all responded to his brief resurgence in his first life, having detected the invincible aura that sent shivers through them.
Thus, the Baneblade had become compliant.
During his battles with the Otherkin in Zekrica, wielding the Baneblade felt increasingly natural.
And now, gripping the hilt once again on the extraterritorial battlefield, his connection to the blade felt even stronger.
The Baneblade seemed to be slowly integrating with his body, becoming an extension of his limbs, capable of executing various masterful saber techniques in response to his thoughts, often without requiring additional effort on his part.
Against weaker foes, the Baneblade could effortlessly dispatch enemies with its own power alone.
Take the recent encounter, for instance.
It was only when facing an adversary of equal strength that the Baneblade craved the dense vital energy within him.
Together, he and the Baneblade would confront any worthy challenger.
"Perhaps..."
A spark of insight flashed through his mind. He realized that the ultimate match for the Baneblade might not be his real body, but rather the Solar Spirit Body he would eventually condense.
It was the Solar Spirit Body that he would eventually forge!
Yu Yuan's Solar Spirit was meticulously crafted from the blood crystal of the archdemon Grec, using the Altar of Rebirth. Entrusted with the Baneblade Bloodhell, the Solar Spirit Body was destined to wield unparalleled strength. The thought filled him with eager anticipation.
After some time, he practiced the Nine Glories Wheel on a fragment of Sunshard. Only when the spiritual energy in the Golden Sanctum's little world was nearly brimming did he, with great reluctance, leave the meteorite, carrying Chen Qinghuang on his back as they glided across the renowned extraterritorial battlefield.
Meteors were strewn endlessly across the Brugeth. To avoid complications, Yu Yuan would unleash a tendril of vital energy to provoke the Baneblade's fierce temperament, deterring any potential threats. This tactic proved effective, as weaker members of tribes such as the Fire Lizard, Silverscale, and Moonlit Wanderers would swiftly steer clear of him.
One day, with Chen Qinghuang in tow, he encountered a contingent of Shadowkin, the majority of whom were formidable eighth-level bloodline warriors, all adorned in opulent attire and carrying fine artifacts. He braced himself for confrontation.
However, the female leader of the Shadowkin halted at a distance, bowing to him from behind the meteorites. Without waiting for his reaction, the Shadowkin group promptly withdrew.
Yu Yuan was momentarily perplexed. Upon reflection, he surmised that the Shadowkin must have been informed about his and the secular bird's departure from Kuvrepros and subsequent arrival at the famed extraterritorial battlefield, recognizing his identity in the process. Hence their evasion.
"Are they keeping their distance because of my Boulderdawn origins, or because they're aware of her presence? What might the Shadowkin's reaction be upon learning she's in the Brugeth? Could they be silently biding their time, awaiting the descent of tenth-level powerhouses?" Yu Yuan mused, frowning in contemplation.
In the days that followed, he encountered no Otherkin. Then, one day, as he neared a meteorite swirling with violent psionic powers and howling winds, he thought he heard a faint wail. The cry, entwined with the raging storm, was so indistinct it was difficult to discern whether it was merely an illusion.
Despite carrying Chen Qinghuang on his back, he descended onto the greyish-brown aerolite riddled with holes.
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
Chains of ice, serpent-like, shot out from the holes, entwined with chilling Soul Power, and swiftly coiled around his ankles and thighs.
He grunted and swung the Baneblade, Bloodhell, its lightning-fast blood-colored blade cleaving through the icy chains.
As he activated the Nine Glories Wheel, intense flame energy formed into nine orbs of light that soared toward the holes, and a piercing scream echoed.
"Sunlit Order!"
A brute force erupted from the meteorite beneath him, abruptly drawing him, Bloodhell, and the Baneblade, along with Chen Qinghuang on his back, into a hole, plunging straight into the world within the aerolite.
In the vast, damp cavern, bones lay in heaps, and the ice chains slithered like snakes along a frigid river.
At the cave's end sat a man, his face smeared with grime, his age and features indiscernible.
Clearly a Solar Spirit Body, he was clad in a mud-stained grey robe, his eyes flickering with malice, coldly observing him like a venomous snake.
"Another youngster from the Sunlit Order! Has the activity of the Sunlit Order's cultivators in the Brugeth increased because of Xu Jingyao's inaugural extraterrestrial voyage?"
His sinister laugh was laced with unabashed loathing for the Sunlit Order.
Among the Otherkin skeletons beside him, Sunlit Order garments were evident, suggesting previous cultivators had fallen to his wrath.
"Who might you be? What grievance do you hold against the Sunlit Order?"
Yu Yuan, having descended, took in the scene before him and refrained from deploying the Nine Glories Wheel. He simply gripped the Baneblade, Bloodhell, and quietly engaged the Evil Body Refining technique.
"Terror Claws!"
The man's surprise was evident, his eyes brimming with reminiscence. "Unless I'm mistaken, the Terror Claws... have been eradicated from the Everlands, haven't they?"
His enmity vanished in an instant. "Recently, I dispatched a cultivator from the Sunlit Order. He revealed that in today's Everlands, those who practice Evil Body Refining and wield the Crucible of Evil are led by a youth named Yu Yuan. You... are you that Yu Yuan?"
"It's me. Who are you, and why do you harbor such deep hatred for the cultivators of the Sunlit Order?" Yu Yuan inquired with a hint of curiosity.
"I am a cultivator from the Wraithcult," the man replied, his face etched with sorrow.
"The Wraithcult?" Yu Yuan looked perplexed.
"Our sect isn't as renowned as the Terror Claws. In the past, on the Land of Quiescence, we were considered a third-rate sect, even weaker than the Poison Cult and the Binders of Shadows," the man explained in a grave tone. "From its inception to its downfall, the Wraithcult never produced a cultivator who reached the Unbound Stage. I was the one who had the greatest potential to attain the Unbound Stage and propel the Wraithcult forward."
"Alas..."
"While I was engaged in battle across the Star River in extraterrestrial territories, our Wraithcult was obliterated in a brutal internal conflict! The Wraithcult was annihilated by the cultivators of the Sunlit Order, and my real body, which was concealed within the forbidden area of our sect, was destroyed along with it."
The man's laugh was tinged with bitterness.
"Without my real body, this Solar Spirit Body of mine has lost its sanctuary, severing my path of cultivation. There's no returning now. I'm condemned to wander the Star River like a restless spirit. Day in, day out, year after year, I barely cling to life. And if I come across a cultivator of the Sunlit Order I am confident I can defeat, I will not let them escape my wrath!"
