C1249 Elder Who Destroyed the Sect

Yu Yuan called forth the Demon Blade, "Blood Prison." As a sliver of murderous intent took root in his heart, the blade soared out like a rainbow, a divine conduit.

Specks of blood-red light twinkled on its surface like stars, with seven larger clusters emitting a bloodthirsty growl.

The Fire Lizard Tribe members realized their grave mistake the moment they witnessed the Demon Blade's flight.

Regrettably, by the time they thought to flee, it was already too late.

As the Demon Blade neared, it transformed into a crimson sea, engulfing the five tribesmen, consuming them, bones and all.

Soon after, five subtle glimmers of blood-red light appeared within the sanguine domain of the Demon Blade.

When the Demon Blade returned docilely, Yu Yuan effortlessly grasped it, the blade that was initially forged for a great demon now resting in his palm. Wisps of blood and essence seeped from the hilt, willingly merging with his own flesh and organs.

Yu Yuan offered a serene smile.

The Demon Blade, once requiring his considerable effort to suppress, had become remarkably tame upon his awakening from the Epitaxial Realm.

He was acutely aware that the seven "blood souls" within the blade had responded to his first life's brief resurgence, having detected an invincible presence that sent shivers through them.

Thus, the Demon Blade had become compliant.

Wielding the blade in the Outer Battlefield against foreign adversaries, Yu Yuan felt an increasing synergy.

Now, gripping the hilt once more in the Outer Battlefield, his connection felt even stronger.

The Demon Blade had seemingly integrated into his being, an extension of his limbs, capable of executing intricate saber techniques in response to his merest thought. And most of the time, it required no additional effort on his part.

Against lesser foes, the Demon Blade could effortlessly dispatch enemies with its own might.

Take the recent encounter, for example.

It was only when facing a formidable equal that the Demon Blade craved the rich blood energy within him.

Together, he and the Demon Blade would then confront any adversary worthy of battle.

"Perhaps..."

An epiphany sparked in his mind. He realized that the true match for the Demon Blade, the one who could maximize its potential, might not be his physical form after all.

The Yang God body was destined to take shape!

Yu Yuan's Yang God had been meticulously refined from the blood crystal of the Great Demon God Grec at the Life Altar. Wielding the Demon Blade, Blood Prison, the Yang God body was bound to unleash unparalleled strength.

The thought filled him with eager anticipation.

He spent some time cultivating the Glorious Heavenly Wheel on a fragment of the sun. Only when the spiritual energy of the Yellow Court Little World was nearly brimming did he, with great reluctance, depart from the depleted meteorite, taking to the skies of the renowned Outer Battlefield with Chen Qinghuang on his back.

The Deep Starfield was cluttered with an infinite number of meteorites. To avoid complications, Yu Yuan would emit a wisp of his blood energy to stir the fierce aura of the Demon Blade, Blood Prison, when encountering weaker beings.

This tactic ensured that members of the Fire Lizard Tribe, Silver Scale Clan, and Mondnacht Clan would steer clear of him at first sight.

One day, with Chen Qinghuang on his back, Yu Yuan encountered a contingent of Dark Elfkind, the majority of whom were formidable Eighth Level warriors, all adorned in opulent attire and bearing fine artifacts.

He braced himself for conflict.

However...

The female leader of the Dark Elfkind halted at a distance, bowing to him from across the scattered meteorites.

Before he could react, the Dark Elfkind group had already distanced themselves from him.

Yu Yuan paused, piecing together that the Dark Elfkind had likely heard of his departure from the Illusion Starfield with the Secular Bird and his arrival at the famed Outer Battlefield, recognizing his identity.

Hence, they had chosen to avoid confrontation.

"Did they leave because of my affiliation with the Divine Soul Sect, or because they knew of her presence? What reaction can I expect from the Dark Elfkind if they're aware she's in the Deep Starfield? Surely they aren't just biding their time, waiting for Tenth Level powerhouses to descend?" Yu Yuan mused with a furrowed brow.

In the days that followed, he encountered no further otherworldly beings. One day, as he neared a meteorite swirling with violent, frigid winds and chaotic energies, he thought he heard a faint wail.

The wailing, entwined with the howling gales, was difficult to discern as reality or illusion.

Nonetheless, he continued, carrying Chen Qinghuang on his back, and descended upon the greyish-brown meteorite riddled with numerous cavities.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Chains of ice, serpentine and swift, shot out from the openings, entwining with a chilling soul energy as they suddenly coiled around his ankles and thighs.

With a grunt, he brandished the Demon Blade, Blood Prison, and with a lightning-fast, blood-hued edge, he sliced through the icy chains.

As he activated the Glorious Heavenly Wheel, intense flame energy formed into nine orbs of light and soared towards the openings. Then, a piercing wail echoed.

"Primordial Yang Sect!"

A brute and irrational force erupted from the meteorite beneath his feet, instantly drawing him, Chen Qinghuang, and the Demon Blade Blood Prison into a hole, plunging them into the world within the meteorite.

In the vast, damp cave, bones lay in heaps, and the ice chains slithered like serpents in a frigid river.

At the cave's end sat a man, his face smeared with grime, his age and features indiscernible.

Clearly a Yang God Body, he was draped in a mud-stained grey robe. His eyes, filled with loathing, resembled those of a cold, venomous snake.

"Another youngster from the Primordial Yang Sect! Has the activity of the sect's cultivators in the Deep Starfield increased due to Xu Jingyao's inaugural venture into outer space?"

His sinister laugh was laced with unabashed animosity towards the Primordial Yang Sect.

Beside him, amidst the skeletal remains of various races, lay garments unmistakably from the Primordial Yang Sect, suggesting that he had previously claimed the lives of its cultivators.

"Who are you? What grievance do you hold against the Primordial Yang Sect?"

Upon his arrival, Yu Yuan assessed the scene before him. Opting not to deploy the Glorious Heavenly Wheel, he simply gripped the Demon Blade Blood Prison and quietly channeled the Evil Body Refining Skill.

"Evil Sect!"

The man's surprise was evident, his gaze turning wistful. "Unless I'm mistaken, the Evil Sect... has it not been eradicated from the Boundless Great World?"

His enmity vanished in a flash. "Not long ago, I vanquished a practitioner from the Primordial Yang Sect. He revealed that in the current Boundless Great World, someone named Yu Yuan is mastering the Evil Body Refining Skill and wielding the Evil Cauldron. You... are you that Yu Yuan?"

"It's me. Who might you be, and why do you harbor such deep hatred for the cultivators of the Primordial Yang Sect?" Yu Yuan inquired with a hint of surprise.

"I am a cultivator from the Ghost Spirit Sect," the man replied, his face etched with sorrow.

"The Ghost Spirit Sect?" Yu Yuan was perplexed.

"Our sect isn't as renowned as the Evil Sect. Back on the Quietus Continent, we were considered a minor faction, even less significant than the Voodoo Cult and the Ghoul Glyph Sect," the man said, his voice resonating with a somber depth. "From its inception to its downfall, the Ghost Spirit Sect never produced an Unrestrained Stage cultivator. I was the one who had the greatest potential to reach the Unrestrained Stage, to propel the Ghost Spirit Sect forward by leaps and bounds."

"Alas..."

"While I was engaged in battles across the Outland Star River, our Ghost Spirit Sect was obliterated in a devastating civil conflict! The Ghost Spirit Sect was annihilated by the cultivators of the Primordial Yang Sect, and my true form, concealed within the sacred grounds of our sect, was destroyed alongside it."

The man's laugh was tinged with bitterness.

"Without my true form, this Yang God body of mine has nowhere to belong, and my cultivation journey has come to an abrupt end. There's no returning now. I am condemned to wander the Outland Star River like a restless spirit, barely clinging to life. Day in and day out, year after year, I survive on the fringes. And whenever I encounter a formidable cultivator from the Primordial Yang Sect whom I am certain I can defeat, I show no mercy!"

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