Sitting and forgetting longevity

Chapter 1975 Breaking the Demon's Edge
Ming Gu was so angry that his face turned ashen.

Even more shockingly, after a period of resistance, struggle, and confusion, those blood spirits finally washed away their resentment in the gentle light. When they regained their senses and saw Liu Qinghuan again, their eyes revealed gratitude.

Some even bowed slightly to Liu Qinghuan, uttering indistinct words of thanks, as if Liu Qinghuan was not their enemy, but their benefactor who saved them from their suffering.

"This...this is impossible!" the Demon Lord of the Underworld whispered in disbelief.

The Ghost King-level Blood Soul Army, which he had painstakingly crafted, had always been his most loyal fighting force, controlled by his mind and never disobeying him.

But now, he was able to be exorcised by the other party in one go, which completely overturned his understanding.

In his shock and rage, the demonic power within the Netherbone Demon Lord surged wildly, causing the blood river to deepen in color, becoming as dark as ink and exuding a suffocating sense of oppression.

At the same time, a series of muffled roars came from the bottom of the river, carrying an even more terrifying resentment and killing intent, trying to break through the surface.

The Yin energy in the Blood River grew increasingly intense, and the thick barrier was covered in white frost and began to freeze, emanating a chill that penetrated to the bone.

Below the stage, the cultivators responsible for maintaining the battle platform had a drastic change in expression. They quickly replaced the spirit stones that had run out in the magic array, and every now and then they would glance at the barrier with concern.

No one knew that Minggu suddenly hesitated at this moment.

The Four Great Soul Generals are far more precious and harder to forge than ordinary Blood Souls; if they too are to be reborn…

Just as he hesitated, Liu Qinghuan made a move.

He calmly gazed at the river of blood below, and slowly raised his hand—

With a flick of his wrist, the Thousand Autumns Reincarnation Brush twirled, and a drop of jet-black ink slowly dripped down, falling into the River of Blood.

"!"

Minggu instantly sensed an unusual fluctuation, and alarm bells rang in his mind.

Gritting his teeth, he roared, "Kill him!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the filthy blood seemed to boil and surge, bursting into countless crimson flowers.

At the same time, four tall and imposing black figures flew out of the river and roared as they rushed toward the boat of the dead!
However, they only flew halfway before their movements became slower and slower, and finally, in the clear light, they were completely frozen in mid-air.

Beneath their feet, the once turbulent river of blood had gradually calmed down, and the stench of blood in the wind had also diminished considerably.

All the changes began with that drop of ink falling.

The moment it fell into the River of Blood, the entire river seemed to freeze instantly. The raging waves subsided in an instant, and the blood souls still in the river who had not yet been saved were also frozen in place, as if under a spell.

Immediately afterwards, a chilling sensation spread rapidly from where the ink had dripped.

It is not that kind of extreme yin energy, but a pure, dark cold from the end of the cycle of life and death, capable of freezing the soul and annihilating cause and effect.

"Who am I, and where am I going?"

"Oh, my name is Zhang Jiaren, and I'm on my way back to the sect..."

"Hahahaha! I've cultivated diligently for eight thousand years, and I was just about to ascend to the upper realm, but I was tricked by that old demon of the Nether Bone..."

"I hate it! I hate it!!"

"mother……"

Countless murmurs came from all directions, from the past, the present, and a future that might or might not exist.

There is too much suffering in the world, and there is no turning back.

Let's leave it at that, let's wipe the slate clean.

The color of the blood river changed rapidly. The originally turbid and viscous blood gradually became clear and cold, and the Yin energy in the river was completely frozen and annihilated.

The severed limbs disappeared, replaced by countless ghostly spirits that shimmered with an eerie light, silently floating in the river.

The original River of Blood, under the influence of that drop of ink, transformed into the true River Styx—a river that governs reincarnation and purifies souls. Furthermore, the Blood Domain, the divine power of the Nether Bone Demon Lord, was seemingly effortlessly broken by Liu Qinghuan, and upon that, Liu Qinghuan directly unleashed his own Dao Domain.

Extremely domineering and tyrannical.

In the dim light, Liu Qinghuan still stood at the bow of the boat, her clothes fluttering, her figure as upright as a mountain peak.

A dense aura of Dao enveloped him, spreading in all directions with overwhelming force, crushing the opponent's Dao realm.

Ten thousand families, their faces blackened, devoid of artemisia.
A song of sorrow that shakes the earth.

My thoughts are vast and boundless, stretching to the heavens.
Hear thunder in a silent place.

Ming Gu staggered backward, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

……

This scene completely shocked everyone present.

Below the battle platform, the cultivators were in an uproar, with shouts and discussions rising and falling, echoing throughout the heavens.

"This...this...to unfold one's own Dao Realm within someone else's Dao Domain, how domineering..."

"Is this the power of Dao Kui?"

"The Netherbone Demon Lord is at the ninth level of the Mahayana stage, while the Supreme Taiwei Venerable is only at the seventh level. It's unbelievable that he could break through the opponent's Blood Domain so easily, despite being two levels lower!"

"Don't forget, Taiwei Supreme still has several ninth-tier spirit pets that haven't even had a chance to appear yet..."

Meanwhile, on the viewing platform where the Mahayana cultivators had gathered, everyone was discussing the matter.

"This time, Ming Gu is probably going to be in big trouble!"

"I remember that Taiwei cultivated the Dao of Cause and Effect?"

"Yes! Very few people can cultivate this path successfully. It requires extremely high levels of comprehension and talent, and also a certain amount of good fortune..."

"Ranked second among the Three Thousand Great Daos, truly deserving of the title!"

All eyes were focused on the Nine Heavens Battle Platform, on the blood river that had transformed into the River Styx, and on Liu Qinghuan standing at the bow of the ship, their eyes filled with shock and awe.

Ming Gu's face was ashen, a trace of blood hung from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were filled with resentment.

He could clearly feel that his connection with the Blood Demon was being rapidly severed.

The surging crimson tide was shrinking at a visible speed, and the blood-red mist that had originally covered the sky was now being squeezed and dissipated rapidly by an invisible force, revealing the dark Styx River below.

Ming Gu felt a surge of anger and looked across the river at Liu Qinghuan on the small boat in the distance.

With just one glance, he was further enraged by the calm indifference on the other person's face.

It was as if this duel concerning life and death and honor was nothing more than a trivial matter to the other party; there was not a ripple in his eyes, only indifference.

Ming Gu resisted the urge to look at the reactions of the others below the stage. Seeing that the Blood Domain was getting smaller and smaller, he no longer hesitated. His withered hand reached into his robe and carefully took out a small black container about the size of a palm.

The bucket was entirely black, without any patterns, and looked rather rough.

But Taiqing, Li Shan, and the others in the audience all changed color the moment they saw the small bucket clearly.

"What's wrong? What kind of magic weapon is that?" someone asked.

Li Shan was silent for a moment, then said, "That is the most yin and evil thing in the world!"

On the stage, Ming Gu grinned maliciously, holding the small black Dou Dou in his hands and slowly tilting it—

A stream of murky, black and gray liquid flowed from the bucket and fell into the blood river below.