Lack of talent? I'll buy a year's worth of cultivation for one dollar!

The moment she exhausted all her efforts and condensed the Chaos Primordial Demon Blood into a form.

It's when you're harvesting it yourself.

The plan is perfect.

……

at the same time.

Bloodshed in the abyss.

This forbidden area is hailed as the core of the Primordial True Spirit Blood Spring.

It never sees the light of day.

The extremely dense, blood-red miasma condensed here into a tangible rain of blood.

The raindrops gently washed over the white bone altar below, which was made up of countless ancient ferocious beast skeletons.

In the center of the altar.

A blood spring, hundreds of feet in circumference, was churning violently.

Within the blood spring, the faint phantom of a true dragon roared, emanating an ancient aura that sent shivers down one's spine.

And directly above this blood spring.

A withered, emaciated figure floated in the air.

The Corpse Lord of the Underworld.

The top leader of the Heavenly Sorrow Corpse Sect.

The Limitless Realm, the Pinnacle.

He was completely lifeless, his skin like dried old tree bark, clinging tightly to his bones.

but.

The deathly essence contained within him completely suppressed the surrounding dimensions.

Even the drops of blood that fall are silently annihilated into nothingness when they get within three zhang of him.

hum.

Sudden.

Two eerie ghost flames lit up in the empty eye sockets of the Underworld Corpse Lord.

He slowly raised his withered right hand.

A bone tablet emanating a subtle demonic aura pierced through the void and fell into his palm.

This is top-secret intelligence transmitted by a spy planted by the Heavenly Corpse Sect within the Primordial Demon Sect.

The divine sense of the underworld probed into the bone scroll.

After a while.

Click.

The bone tablet turned to powder in his palm.

There was no anger on Mingyu's withered face.

instead.

A sense of astonishment and absurdity welled up within them.

He frowned slightly.

The two will-o'-the-wisps pulsed violently.

"What the hell?"

The voice of the Corpse Lord of the Underworld was hoarse, and he seemed somewhat speechless.

The intelligence information is quite simple.

The higher-ups of the Primordial Demon Sect issued a decree, dispatching the entire Dark Gold Suanni clan to the Blood Burial Abyss to subdue him.

To punish.

This word is used very carefully.

Mingyu looked down at the churning blood fountain and sneered.

"A mere early-stage Jin war."

"Leading a swarm of ants at the Primordial Chaos Realm."

"Come and challenge me, this peak-level being of the Limitless Realm?"

Mingyu felt that this was simply the biggest joke in the history of the Hongmeng world.

Has the Primordial Demon Sect gone mad?

The intelligence report also subtly mentioned that this was a case of the higher-ups of the Demon Sect deliberately using someone else to kill in order to resolve internal personal grudges.

"Use the power of the sect to settle personal grudges."

"Using subordinate races as cannon fodder to be sent to their deaths."

Mingyu shook his head.

"The Demonic Sect's behavior is becoming increasingly unsightly."

"That's too much."

Even he, a heretical cultivator who practiced the path of corpse cultivation, found this kind of shameless infighting somewhat unbearable.

Tap, tap.

Heavy footsteps came from below the altar.

A lieutenant, clad in heavy bone armor, strode up to the altar.

Corpse Nine.

Corpse generals of the Heavenly Sorrow Corpse Sect.

Cultivation level: Early stage of the Limitless Realm.

He walked up to the Corpse Lord, knelt on one knee, and looked solemn.

"Corpse Lord".

Shi Jiu's voice was deep and muffled as he directly reported the battle report he had just received from the front lines.

"Urgent message from the outer scouts."

"The army of the Dark Gold Suanni clan is advancing at full speed towards our Blood Burial Abyss, and is less than 30,000 miles away."

Shi Jiu paused.

"And, just now..."

"Something's happened at Burial Ridge."

"Mingluo has gone missing."

Mingluo has lost contact.

Both of them knew exactly what this meant.

In the Hongmeng Realm, losing contact is essentially equivalent to the complete annihilation of body and soul.

The ghostly flames in the eye sockets of the Netherworld slightly condensed.

"Is Mingluo dead?"

Shi Jiu nodded heavily.

"They've most likely been wiped out."

"Corpse Lord, this Dark Gold Suanni clan is no ordinary being!"

There was a hint of anxiety in Shi Jiu's tone.

"Mingluo is a top-tier corpse king who is half-step into the limitless realm, and he also possesses a top-grade Dao artifact."

"The fact that the Dark Gold Suanni clan was able to destroy him means that their army definitely has top-tier experts hidden within!"

"Not to be underestimated!"

As a deputy general, Shi Jiu was calm and cautious.

He knew all too well that someone capable of silently annihilating a being at the half-step limit was no pushover.

however.

Faced with the deputy general's concerns.

The Netherworld Corpse Lord above the altar merely let out a low, cold laugh.

"Not to be underestimated?"

The underworld slowly descended onto the altar.

His withered body exuded a suffocating composure and arrogance.

He turned his head and looked at Shi Jiu, who was kneeling on one knee.

"Corpse Nine".

"You are at the initial stage of Wuji."

"You have been by my side for three eras."

With his hands behind his back, Mingyu walked up to Shijiu.

"Don't you know the difference between Hunyuan and Wuji?"

Shi Jiu shuddered and lowered his head.

"I understand."

"Know?"

The Corpse Lord of the Underworld snorted coldly.

"Although Mingluo is known as a half-step Wuji, he is still essentially a Hunyuan."

"His dimension has not been reshaped."

"The fact that he could be killed can only mean that there is an old guy at the Limitless Realm hidden in the Dark Gold Suanni clan."

The logic of the underworld is rigorous and ruthless.

"It's not difficult for a Wuji to kill a half-step Wuji."

"but."

The Underworld raised its hand.

At his fingertips, a wisp of gray-black death law quietly flowed.

Under the pull of this law, the surrounding space instantly solidified into a realm of death.

"The initial stage of Wuji, and the peak stage of Wuji."

"That's a different matter!"

The voice of the Corpse Lord of the Underworld echoed above the altar, radiating absolute confidence.

"In the early stages of Wuji, one has only just touched the threshold of dimensions."

"And the original self."

"The dimensions have been completely solidified!"

boom.

He casually grasped the netherworld.

That solidified space was directly reduced to nothingness.

"Let alone the initial stage of the Wuji realm."

"Even if three early-stage Limitless Realm cultivators joined forces, they still wouldn't be a match for me!"

On the altar.

Blood rain dripped down in a steady stream.

Shi Jiu knelt on one knee, listening to the rigorous and ruthless logic of the Underworld Corpse Lord, and a great weight was lifted from his heart.

but.

As an ancient corpse general who crawled out of a pile of dead bodies, Shi Jiu's bones were filled with caution.

He was silent for a moment.

He still didn't get up.

"What the Corpse Lord said is absolutely right."

Shi Jiu's voice was deep and muffled, revealing a hint of deliberation.

"There is indeed a vast chasm between the initial stage of Wuji and the peak stage of Wuji."

"but……"

"I am naturally dull-witted, but I always feel that this decree from the Primordial Demon Sect is strangely eerie."

Shi Jiu swallowed hard and looked up.

"just in case."

"I meant in case."

"Behind the Dark Gold Suanni Clan"

"Are there any experts at the Other Shore Realm?"

the other side.

These two words sounded heavy on the altar of the Bloodbath Abyss.

Even the swirling rain of blood around them paused for a moment.

The Corpse Lord of the Underworld listened.

His face, as withered as old tree bark, was expressionless.

He did not get angry.

There was no mockery.

There was only a deathly silence.

Three full breaths passed.

Mingyu slowly turned around, and two ghostly flames burned silently in his empty eye sockets.

"What if there's a powerful being from the other side?"

The sound of the underworld is as still as a deep well.

"What else can we do?"

"Waiting to die."

Two words.

Clean and efficient.

It exudes a clear understanding of the underlying laws of the Primordial Chaos Realm.