Dao Cheng Gui Xian

Chapter 559 A Miserable Massive Beastry Attack
The long sword sliced ​​through the void.

As if reality had shattered illusion, a new world slowly unfolded before Li Wushou's eyes.

A crimson hue appeared in his eyes. Li Wushou flapped his cicada wings and chased after the crimson light, disappearing into it.

Light and shadow flickered, and a vast domain floated overhead; this was the sacred domain of the Beast Master.

The area is littered with corpses, and the mountains and rivers are barren, making it a dead zone.

Beneath the sacred realm stands a blood-red monument.

It connects to the Holy Land above and the Blood Sea below.

The crimson patterns on the monument resembled blood dragons, their heads held high, rooted within the sacred domain, devouring its resources and feeding back into the sea of ​​blood beneath their feet.

A sea of ​​blood surged forth, supporting a crimson altar at the foot of the monument.

On the altar, the dying Yang God of the myriad beasts was firmly bound by chains composed of countless blood-red inscriptions.

Upon closer inspection, these chains did not originate from the Sea of ​​Blood.

Instead, it came from the left chest of the Venerable Beast Yang God, where a heart was beating rhythmically.

It was precisely the "Heart of Ten Thousand Beasts" that Li Wushou had been longing for!
With each beat of the "Heart of Ten Thousand Beasts," it bursts forth with boundless essence and blood.

These essences and blood came from the hard work of devouring and refining by the myriad beasts over the years. Now, due to the backlash of the Dao, they have instead formed shackles that are extremely resentful of the Venerable Beasts.

To imprison oneself with one's own methods!
The Venerable One of Ten Thousand Beasts clearly had no way to deal with this.

And in the space between its eyebrows, a purple full moon floats.

The purple light enveloped most of the Beast Lord's body, bathing him in its glow.

In the areas illuminated by the purple light, the heads of rare and exotic beasts emerged from the Yang spirit of the Venerable Beasts.

Filled with intense hatred, these heads relentlessly tore at the Yang God of all beasts.

They eat its flesh raw and drink its blood when thirsty.

A dignified ruler of a region has been reduced to being slowly sliced ​​and eaten.

Despite this, the beasts are still alive!
The other person's eyes were filled with endless pain and resentment, but they were unable to struggle in the slightest.

This sense of defeat and loss, where a single misstep could lead to total annihilation, fueled the beast's boundless hatred and resentment, to the point that even its spirit began to emanate an aura of gloom and resentment.

This is resentment towards Moro, and also resentment towards oneself.

Under the influence of the purple moon between his brows, this resentment was amplified continuously!
Even at this moment, the Venerable One's mind began to sink into it.

The waves of the Blood Sea surged even more violently, as if celebrating the imminent attainment of its master's Dao.

Li Wushou stood in mid-air, holding a long sword. He reached out and grasped the blood-soaked body that had led the way to Mo Cang's location, and then squeezed it back into his palm.

Gazing at the Yang spirit of the Venerable of Ten Thousand Beasts, he murmured softly:

"How tragic!"

Li Wushou had anticipated the plight of the beasts, but seeing their miserable state still moved him deeply.

It's not about sympathy or pity!

Instead, he felt that the venerable ones he had admired in the past were nothing special.
If you don't become an immortal, you're still just an ant.

Even the Venerable One, if he makes a careless move, is nothing more than fish on someone else's chopping board.

Just as Li Wushou was gazing intently, the purple moon light on the forehead of the Beast Venerable shone brightly.

Streams of purplish-red blood radiated out from the purple moon, converging above the head of the Beast Master to form a figure.

This person looked exactly like the Blood Body of Mo Cang in Li Wushou's hands, wearing a purple-red robe and a purple moon between his eyebrows. He was none other than Mo Cang, the Blood Moon Lord of the Blood Sea Sacred Domain.

The moment the other party appeared, he first glanced at the blood-stained body in Li Wushou's palm.

Then, with a cold expression, he stared at Li Wushou and asked:

"White Bone? Where do you come from? Why are you making trouble for my Blood Sea Sacred Domain?"

Li Wushou composed himself and laughed heartily.

"Me? Just a carefree person in this world! I came here at the invitation of my old friend, Ten Thousand Beasts, to kill the usurper of the Dao, not to cause trouble for your Blood Sea Sacred Domain."

"Why don't you release the beasts and leave the Beast Domain? Then we can live in peace and never interfere with each other again, how about that?"

Mo Cang's true form seemed to have a very different personality from his blood-bodied self. Upon hearing this, he was not annoyed and calmly replied:

"The myriad beasts were originally a great medicine cultivated by my Blood Sea Sacred Domain. My Blood Sea Sacred Domain has devoted thousands of years to this, and you're just going to abandon it with a simple 'let's keep to ourselves'?"

As they spoke, the sea of ​​blood below churned, as if venting its discontent!
Even the many beast heads that were tearing at the flesh and blood of the Myriad Beasts Yang God began to roar at Li Wushou.

Li Wushou shrugged, showing no interest in returning.

The blood-red body of Mo Cang, which he held in his hand, shouted excitedly: "White Bone, a great change is imminent. If you submit to my Blood Sea Sacred Domain now, you may one day become a Venerable One."

Before he could finish speaking, Mo Cang's blood body let out a loud scream.

Several proboscis pierced the skin and flesh of his palm, embedding themselves into his blood-filled body, and began to suckle voraciously.

In an instant, the blood body was completely devoured.

He burped, and looking at Mo Cang's true form, whose expression had suddenly become even more gloomy, Li Wushou chuckled softly:
"The Holy Son's bloodline is too eccentric and arrogant. I'll eat it for you so he won't embarrass the Holy Son in public!"

Mo Cang stared at Li Wushou, his face ashen!

"Good! Good! Good!"

Having said that, he had no further intention of communicating with Li Wushou. With a thought, the sea of ​​blood beneath the monument suddenly surged with raging waves, crashing towards Li Wushou.

At this moment, the sea of ​​blood was filled with an extremely heavy aura of resentment.

Even top-tier Nascent Soul cultivators would find it difficult to avoid the dissolution of flesh and bone upon contact.

However, Li Wushou did not dodge or avoid the situation, but charged directly into the sea of ​​blood.

He wasn't even afraid of the River Styx's erosion, so why would he be afraid of this sea of ​​resentment and blood?
Could the immense resentment within the Yin-Yang Blood Sea possibly compare to the weight and complexity of the collective power of the Three Immortals Hall's incense offerings?
He wasn't afraid of either of those, let alone the sea of ​​blood beneath his feet!
The moment he rushed into the sea of ​​blood, Li Wushou's White Bamboo Dharma Realm immediately unfolded.

The clouds and mist suspended in the sky above the White Bamboo Dharma Realm suddenly began to hum, and the next moment, one after another, white bone cicadas raised their heads, their mouthparts facing the sky, and began to frantically suck blood from the sea of ​​blood.

Mo Cang suddenly realized something was wrong!
A purple moon flashed between his brows, and the resentful spirits within the sea of ​​blood roared in unison.

Large numbers of white-boned cicadas exploded on the spot, but in the next instant, even more clouds gathered.

Mo Cang's expression hardened. The Blood Sea feeds on others, and even Venerables cannot avoid it. Yet now it is being devoured by something else.

With hands forming a mudra in front of his chest, the sea of ​​blood suddenly surged back, converging into a new blood body before the altar.

This blood-soaked body is the Venerable's body prepared by Mo Cang!
Once the Yang spirits of all beasts have completely transformed into Yin and Resentment Gods, and the entire Sacred Domain of All Beasts has been swallowed into the Sea of ​​Blood, he will sit with Ziyue at the Blood Body Central Hub and devour all Dao Fruits.

But despite all their calculations, they hadn't anticipated the arrival of this uninvited guest, the skeleton.

Although it wasn't perfect at the moment, he had no other choice.

The moment the blood bodies converged, the crimson dragon on the monument suddenly swallowed the sacred domain above.

The already desolate sacred domain instantly began to collapse and fall.

The dragon that had devoured the Holy Domain's essence turned its head away from the monument and coiled around the blood-covered body.

The already imposing blood body became even more dignified.

Even more terrifying was that the dragon imprint was then placed on the blood body, and Li Wushou sensed the fluctuations of the Dao of Ten Thousand Beasts and the Law on this blood body.

At this moment, Mo Cang's blood-soaked body actually possessed a certain air of a venerable one!

This is several times more powerful than the Myriad Beasts Body that Mo Cang Blood Body controlled in the Myriad Beasts Palace earlier.

If the Beast Body just now possessed four parts of the aura of the Beast Venerable, then it now possesses at least seven parts.

This is no less than facing a venerable master.

Faced with Li Wushou's repeated entanglements, Mo Cang decided to go all out!

Even if it wastes some of the Holy Domain's resources and prevents it from being fully digested and devoured, Mo Cang is willing to do so.

His murderous intent towards Li Wushou reached its peak.

The moment his blood body reunited, he appeared mysteriously behind Li Wushou.

He raised his fist and punched Li Wushou in the back.

Li Wushou was completely focused and noticed it immediately. He gripped his sword with both hands, turned around, and slashed fiercely.

"Clang! Crack! Bang!"

The moment the longsword clashed with the bloodied fist, Li Wushou's longsword, which consisted of six blades joined together, shattered instantly.

A strike powerful enough to cleave through the void only managed to tear open a small part of Mo Cang's flesh before instantly repairing itself.

The terrifying force sent Li Wushou staggering backward.

The white bamboo grove seemed to be bursting open at any moment, as if it were about to shatter under the weight of the pressure.

Steadying himself, Li Wushou wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Gazing at the blood-red body that resembled a god of war, his blood began to boil.

"Good, this is how a Venerable One should be!"

"Come again!"

(End of this chapter)