Sitting and forgetting longevity

Chapter 1974 Bloodbath

The Yin Soul Hook, forged from ten-thousand-year-old Xuan Yin Iron mixed with the deep resentment of the souls of the unjustly killed, was deeply embedded in the battle arena. The clanging sound was like a thunderclap, which shocked the entire arena into silence.

Fortunately, the defenses of the battle platform were activated in time. Ripples spread across the ground, and runes of the great array emerged one by one before quickly returning to their original state.

A moment later, an uproar erupted from the audience.

Everyone was shocked by the power of the attack and hurriedly went to look for Liu Qinghuan.

However, a cold wind howled, and the traces of immortals were elusive.

With a "whoosh," the Nether Bone retracted its Yin Soul Hook, wrapping around the bony fingers. The hook tip gleamed with a cold, eerie green light, and every inch of it exuded a chilling, malevolent aura.

His eyes, covered in blood-red markings, scanned his surroundings. Ming Gu frowned, his heart filled with vigilance.

Before going on stage, he had thoroughly inquired about his opponent and discovered that everyone's understanding of that Daoist leader was actually quite superficial.

Few people can clearly explain his temperament, the path he cultivates, and the magical treasures he often uses.

Those who knew about it mostly had close ties with Dao Kui, but they wouldn't tell him.

He could only analyze it from the methods he displayed when he made a move in public. Without a doubt, Dao Kui was at least proficient in a celestial-level invisibility technique, which was why he was able to outwit the demon god when the demons invaded.

Just like now, no matter how he probed, all that remained on the vast battle platform, besides his own bloodthirsty aura, was the howling of the yin wind.

Liu Qinghuan's presence vanished without a trace, like a stone sinking into the sea.

"You cowardly rat hiding your head and tail!" The Demon Lord of the Nether Bone laughed in extreme anger, his hoarse laughter filled with intense killing intent.

"Since you refuse to show yourself, then I will destroy this world and see where you can hide!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Demon Lord of the Nether Bone suddenly spread his arms wide, and his long black robe fluttered without any wind.

Countless crimson runes emerged from the robes, transforming into a cloud of blood mist that spread outwards.

As he uttered the obscure incantation, the blood mist grew thicker and thicker, eventually coalescing into a vast and boundless river of blood that stretched across the Nine Heavens Battle Platform.

"Blood Demon!"

Below the stage, Li Shan's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he said with a smile, "Ming Gu is too impatient! He's already at the ninth level of the Mahayana stage, two whole levels higher than Fellow Daoist Taiwei. How could he use his domain power right from the start!"

Beside him sat a group of Mahayana cultivators who had come to watch the battle. Immediately, someone spoke up:

"Fellow Daoist Li, you really don't know how to talk when you're not in the same boat. Everyone knows that Dao Kui's strength is unfathomable. He defeated an opponent two levels higher when he had just advanced to the Mahayana stage. Who would dare to underestimate him now?"

If it were me, I would also use my trump card immediately!

Not far away, the once-defeated opponent—Lian Zhen Wu Zun: ...

You can say whatever you want, but what do you mean by blaming me?!
But the thought of not having another chance to fight Liu Qinghuan and wash away his past defeats made Lian Zhen depressed and unwilling to say a word to anyone around him.

Looking back at the battle platform, the Nine Heavens Battle Platform was completely different from those below the mountain. Ordinary protective shields could not withstand the battle between Mahayana cultivators, so the protective shields were directly replaced with a higher-specification barrier.

Within the barrier, a world of its own existed, filled with murky, viscous blood that emitted a nauseating stench.

Countless severed limbs floated in the river, accompanied by the wailing and howling of ghosts, as if hell had descended upon the land.

Wherever the blood river passed, the sky was dyed crimson, and the dim yellow barrier light trembled, as if it would be torn apart by this extremely sinister power at any moment.

The Nether Bone Demon Lord hovered in the center of the Blood River, surrounded by a blood-red halo, like the Lord of Hell who held the power of life and death, coldly gazing at the Blood River below.

As long as that person shows up, we will definitely let him taste what the power of thunder and lightning is!
Just then, ripples suddenly appeared on the calm surface of the blood river.

Immediately afterwards, a dilapidated little boat slowly emerged, its hull riddled with cracks and its planks rotten and blackened, as if it would fall apart under the erosion of the blood river at any moment.

Liu Qinghuan stood quietly at the bow of the boat, holding the Book of Cause and Effect in one hand and the Pen of Reincarnation in the other.

His simple blue robes stood out against the crimson river of blood, appearing even more pristine. His expression remained calm, as if he were walking on a beautiful paradise, not a terrifying bloodbath.

Upon seeing this, the Demon Lord of the Underworld smirked, his killing intent intensifying, and he slammed his hands down.

In an instant, the previously calm blood river suddenly surged into a raging torrent. The blood waves, tens of thousands of feet high, were like a galloping beast, carrying a world-destroying momentum, and crashed fiercely against Liu Qinghuan's small boat.

Amidst the blood-red waves, countless scarlet figures, seemingly skinned alive, lunged forward, baring their fangs and claws, attempting to tear the small boat and Liu Qinghuan apart and devour it.

However, what happened next left everyone speechless.

Faced with the towering blood-red waves, the wooden boat did not flinch, but instead rode the wind and broke through the waves.

Although the ship rocked violently under the impact of the blood-red waves, and the rotten planks creaked and groaned, it remained steady and unperturbed. Its speed appeared slow but was actually fast, like a ghost, moving freely among the waves and the blood-red shadows.

"What kind of ship is this? How could it survive unscathed in the Bloodbath?"

"I've heard that the domain of the Nether Bone is extremely insidious. The water in that blood river is so corrosive that it can erode any living thing. Few people can escape once they fall into it."

"Could Dao Kui's ship be some kind of primordial treasure? Only then could it not sink in the Blood River..."

Amidst the various opinions, some people have noticed something amiss.

"It shouldn't be some primordial treasure, but rather something transformed from the Great Dao. As long as Fellow Daoist Taiwei's Dao heart remains intact, the ship won't sink."

"Wait, I remember now, Taiwei Jizun's ship appeared before, used to deliver the souls of the dead..."

At this moment, a female cultivator sitting on the edge of the room looked thoughtful.

As one of the nine chosen ones, Jingyan knew better than the others what that ship was.

It is both a manifestation of the Great Dao of Cause and Effect and Reincarnation cultivated by Liu Qinghuan and a Heavenly Dao artifact of the Nine Chosen Lords.

Therefore, even a Blood Demon of the ninth level of Mahayana cultivation could not possibly devour a Heavenly Dao artifact!

The crowd below the stage was abuzz with discussion, while on the stage, the Demon Lord of the Nether Bone's face grew increasingly gloomy.

He unleashed several spells in quick succession, and the number of blood souls in the blood river began to increase dramatically. Their bodies twisted and their faces became ferocious as they lunged at the small boat.

"Bang bang bang!"

The sounds of knocking and scratching were extremely jarring, and the boat rocked gently.

A faint light appeared in the cabin.

The light slowly spread, firmly and unequivocally dispelling the blood mist and landing on those blood souls.

The light was dim and faint, yet warm and gentle.

Like the warm sun in spring, or a candle in the dark night, it awaits the return of those who have not yet come home.

Liu Qinghuan stood at the bow of the boat, a look of sorrow gradually spreading across his face. As he used the Thousand Autumns Reincarnation Brush to mark things on the Book of Cause and Effect, he spoke in a manner that was both singing and sighing:

"Return home, why don't you return?"

Do not let your mind be enslaved by your body, and do not be sad and grieve alone.

Those who understand the past are not admonished, and those who know the coming can be pursued.

I have strayed from the right path, but not far from it; I realize that what I thought was right yesterday is wrong today.

Go back, go back?
The boat glides lightly and leisurely, the wind gently blowing my clothes.

Asking the traveler about the road ahead, I lament the faint light of dawn.

They suffer hardship and struggle in life, and are filled with resentment and pain after death.

"It's better to go home. It's better to go home."

As he chanted, the Ship of the Dead shone brightly.

Those originally ferocious and terrifying blood spirits have been imprisoned and tortured for countless years, unable to escape their painful fate even in death.

But the moment he touched the light, his movements abruptly stopped, and the flesh on his face twitched violently.

Gradually, their battered bodies slowly became whole again under the light, new skin covering their exposed flesh.

The resentment and madness in his eyes gradually faded, his expression became peaceful, and a sense of relief and tranquility took over his body.

The light no longer blocked their way, allowing them to climb onto the ship and walk step by step toward the cabin.

“That’s it!” A Mahayana cultivator from the Myriad Realms blushed and murmured, “Indeed, indeed, I witnessed it with my own eyes that time, when Taiwei guided thousands of souls of those who died in battle, it was the same…”

Jingyan smiled.

Li Shan, however, began to feel somewhat bored.

"I knew it would turn out like this, Minggu, I really can't place too much hope in you! What kind of ghost path do you cultivate, what kind of ghost spirit do you play with, that you're completely countered by the path of cause and effect and reincarnation!"

Ming Gu's face was extremely ugly.