The Rise of the Sect: I am the most persistent person in the world of immortal cultivation

Chapter 1099 The Shadow in the Dark and the Harvest of the Demon Corpse
"Yes, Master. Legend has it that before the Xuan Yuan Sect was destroyed, it suppressed a nine-headed Xuan Jiao."

"Rumor has it that the beast is a descendant of an ancient true spirit, and its bloodline contains the supernatural power of 'controlling water and lightning'."

"Although it was killed, its true spirit essence was sealed by the Xuan Yuan Sect with the Void Locking Restriction and used to nourish the spiritual veins of the secret realm."

"When that ferocious man cleaved through space with his soaring sword energy, I clearly sensed a trace of true spirit energy!"

The woman in blood slowly stood up.

The long black dress swept across the chains on the ground, making a harsh, scraping sound.

"The true spirit essence and blood of the Nine-Headed Black Dragon..."

She murmured to herself, her voice filled with longing.

"If we can obtain it, we can refine it and condense a true spirit body. At that time, let alone the late stage of Void Refinement, even if we break through to the Thunder Tribulation Realm, we can achieve twice the result with half the effort."

The short, yellow demonic figure quickly echoed.

"Exactly! Even a hundred years of cultivation by an ordinary cultivator is not as good as obtaining a trace of true spiritual bloodline to temper the physical body."

"As long as we use the blood and bones of those cultivators, along with the sacrificial power of the Blood God Altar, we will surely be able to break through the Void Lock and awaken the vitality within the remnants of the True Spirit's blood!"

"However, this matter is of great importance, and the flesh and blood of those cultivators alone are not enough."

The woman in blood shook her head.

His gaze fell upon a shadow deep within the cave, where countless chains rattled and bound him tightly.

"How domineering is the true spirit of the Nine-Headed Black Dragon?"

"It would probably take the blood of at least a dozen Nascent Soul Realm cultivators, plus the bones of a Void Refinement Realm cultivator, to awaken it from its slumber."

"Back then, the Xuan Yuan Immortal Sect relied on this True Spirit Blood to build a teleportation array spanning three star regions."

"Unfortunately, they dare not fully awaken it."

The weasel's demonic eyes flashed with green light.

"That swordsman is powerful; what if he gets the upper hand..."

"he?"

The woman chuckled, and suddenly her blood surged, entangling the chains hanging from the top of the cave.

"The blood of the Nine-Headed Black Dragon is most vulnerable to the aura of sword energy. If he dares to touch it, he will only be devoured by the blood essence and become nourishment."

“We just need to wait outside the formation until the sacrifice is completed. Everyone in this secret realm, including him, will become nourishment for the nine-headed dragon.”

She clenched her fist tightly, and the runes on the altar suddenly exploded, turning into a sky full of blood butterflies.

"Pass down the order to drive the remaining cultivators to the spiritual vein node and tell them that there is the ascension platform of the Xuan Yuan Immortal Sect there—the more one yearns for the path to immortality, the sweeter one's blood will be."

The weasel demon accepted the order and was about to leave when the woman called him back.

She pointed in the direction Ye Yang had left in the water mirror, her voice as cold as ice.

"Keep a close eye on him. This person is incredibly powerful. If we can reap the benefits and kill him, we can surely awaken the Nine-Headed Black Dragon's appearance sooner."

"Master is wise!"

The weasel demon licked the saliva from the corner of its mouth.

"I will go and drive all the cultivators in the secret realm to the place where the True Spirit is sealed, so that they can kill each other."

"We'll reap the benefits while they suffer heavy casualties, then use them as sacrifices!"

The blood-red woman nodded, and a dark aura began to surge around her.

"Remember, make a big commotion, so that everyone thinks the true spirit's essence is there. The more greedy a person is, the more useful they are as a sacrifice."

The short, yellow figure knelt down.

"As ordered."

After he finished speaking, he flapped his wings and was about to turn into a yellow shadow and leave, but was stopped by the blood-red woman.

"and many more."

Suddenly, the woman in blood seemed to realize something and abruptly stopped.

His gaze fell on the lingering sword energy in the water mirror, his voice deep and resonant.

“The master of this sword energy is extraordinary… Be careful, and if you encounter him, do not confront him head-on.”

Thinking of the sword energy that tore through space, the short, yellow figure shuddered and quickly nodded. "Understood!"

After the yellow figure left, the blood-red figure traced the runes on the altar wall with its fingertips.

The runes, having absorbed the previous blood, were now emitting an eerie red light.

"Nine-Headed Black Dragon... Xuan Yuan Immortal Sect..."

A complex light flashed in her eyes.

"Even if you suppress me for ten thousand years, so what? This secret realm will eventually be mine."

"With the blood of the true spirit, my cultivation has advanced further, and I will definitely be able to break free. In the end, I am still the better one."

Outside the grotto, the faint screams of the cultivators could be heard.

The blood-red woman closed her eyes and began chanting ancient sacrificial incantations.

She opened her eyes and saw countless lines of blood appear in front of her.

Countless blood lines floated around him, darting out like serpents.

It precisely wrapped itself around a figure inside the cave who had fallen into a coma.

He was a cultivator dressed in a Taoist robe, his aura was deep and powerful, clearly no ordinary person.

It turned out to be the cultivation level of the Nascent Soul Dao Realm.

At this moment, there was still a bloody hole between his eyebrows, pierced by sharp claws.

Perhaps stimulated by the blood and qi, it suddenly opened its eyes.

His pupils dilated with extreme fear, as if he were seeing something more terrifying than death.

"Uh... help..."

He squeezed out broken syllables from his throat, struggling in vain with his limbs, only to be entangled tighter and tighter by the blood.

Like being cleaved by a knife or axe.

Countless tiny sword lights were rushing wildly into his dantian along his meridians.

Wherever it passed, the magical shield shattered like thin ice.

"A soul at the Nascent Soul Dao Realm is most suitable for nourishing the runes of the Blood God Altar."

The blood-red woman's voice carried a hint of amusement as she lightly flicked her fingertips.

"Pfft!"

The blood vessels suddenly tightened, and the cultivator's body seemed to be crushed by an invisible force.

The crisp cracking of bones mingled with the muffled thud of internal organs being squeezed together.

His primordial spirit was about to break free from his physical body, but was forcibly pulled back by the bloodline, like an ant thrown into a pot of boiling oil.

It emitted a shrill scream as it was entangled in blood threads, and finally turned into a wisp of purplish-black soul mist, which was absorbed by the black crystal in the center of the Blood God Altar.

"They don't even have the courage to resist, how boring."

The woman released her grip, and the corpse, now minced into a bloody pulp, fell to the ground with a "thud." The bloodstains, however, had become saturated with semen and were now even more crimson and viscous.

“The cultivators of the Xuan Yuan Immortal Sect weren’t this cowardly back then; at least they could withstand three moves from my Blood God Transformation.”

"A true spirit body... controlling water and lightning... just thinking about it makes one's heart tremble."

“Old fogies of the Xuan Yuan Sect, the treasures you guard will eventually belong to me.”

the other side.

Ye Yang and his two companions stopped in a valley shrouded in spiritual mist.

Yan Qingying had just refined the "Frosty Moon Ice Crystal" that she had obtained by chance, and then refined the essence of the Frosty Moon Ice Crystal into a paste, which she then applied to the bone wings of the six-winged demon corpse.

The icy, gelatinous substance melted upon heating, turning into wisps of cold air that seeped into the bones.

It merged with the Star Essence Gold found earlier.

"Zizi!"

Soon, the demon corpse's bone wings glowed with a bluish-white light.

(End of this chapter)