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chapter-1237

From the cracked Blood River, the figure of an old man emerged. He was clad in a pure white robe, his face scholarly and lean. However, as his eyelids opened and shut, a swath of frightening, blood red light flashed occasionally, startling to the extreme.

The Satanic Way heavyweight of the Antiquity Age, who was turned into an Evil Soul after being slain by the Emperor of the Dead – the Blood River Daoist!

Previously, Yan Nanlai has already seen him before, in the Netherworld Sea. He knew that the old man in front of him has been turned into an Evil Soul, in addition to losing the billions of Blood Souls he used in his exploits. However, his Abhijnas and Mana were still shocking.

Even if he concentrated on the enemy, having been injured by Qingluan, he would not be able to defeat the Blood River Daoist either – let alone now, when he has to focus on casting the Blood Soul Pacification Spell.

The Blood River Daoist looked at Yan Nanlai with a cold, emotionless expression. Blood rivers flowed beside him, expanding until they became a boundless sea of blood, covering the entire swath of the Void.

The impure blood river was putrid and pungent, inducing nausea in all who smelled its odor.

Previously, in the Netherworld Sea, it was still not obvious. However, now, in the Greater World, the sea of blood obscured the sky, corrupting all of the spiritual energy in the surrounding world.

At this moment, all light and color in the world seemed to have dulled. There was only the dim flash of blood-colored light, covering the Void.

However, Yan Nanlai’s expression was calm as he said, emotionlessly, “Sorry to trouble my friend from the Ancients.”

As he spoke, the Void trembled, and suddenly, snow-white lotuses materialized. A power concept, ancient and continuous and seemingly endless, leaked out along with the snow lotuses.

Amidst the mass of snow lotuses, the figure of a middle-aged man appeared. His face was refined and handsome – the master of the Ancient Longevity World, the current patriarch of the line of the Emperor of the Ancients, Gu Jun.

Looking at the sky-covering sea of blood, Gu Jun said, sighing, “The Blood River Daoist, he lives up to his name indeed.”

His hands clapped lightly, and a swath of white light flew into the sky, becoming a white lotus, simple but elegant. It was only the size of an adult’s palm, but from within, a shocking strength leaked out. Spiritual energy fluctuated intensely, vast and boundless, arcane and esoteric, as if one was facing an entire world.

The inheritance of the Emperor of the Ancients’ line, the magic treasure that was only a step away from Destiny – the Longevity Lotus Seat.

After knowing that the Hades Tribe reappeared in the Greater World and it was a critical time for the Humans, the line of the Emperor of the Ancients finally entered into the War of the Two Worlds as well.

As the greatest of the line of the Emperor of the Ancients at the moment, not only did Gu Jun participate in the war himself, he brought the Longevity Lotus Seat out of the Ancient Longevity World along with him.

Originally, after communicating with Lin Feng, Gu Jun was heading for Xiling City, arriving at almost the same time as Shi Tianhao. However, after witnessing the power of the City in the Sky as unleashed by Shi Tianhao, Gu Jun did not act, but instead watched over the scene for Shi Tianhao, ready to intervene.

Although it was aid offered at a time of emergency, his position will inevitably cause the Great Qin Empire to have unnecessary thoughts after the deed.

Seeing that Shi Tianhao was controlling the power of the City in the Sky better and better, Gu Jun did not show himself, so that the Great Qin Empire owed a debt only to the Celestial Sect of Wonders.

After the Supreme Heavenly Mirror was shaken yet again and Yan Nanlai sortied and left, Gu Jun, after communicating with Lin Feng again, did not go to intercept the Hades, but instead followed Yan Nanlai the whole way to search for the Emperor of the Dead.

The Emperor of the Dead was conducting the magic ritual. Not only was his trail elusive, he definitely has guards and numerous other preparations.

“One great weakness of the Evil Souls made by the Emperor of the Dead is that they cannot stray far from the master. The further they are from the master of the Life and Death Netherworld Dao Fruit, the greater the deterioration of the power of the Evil Souls,” Gu Jun said calmly. “Although my Tribe’s Longevity Lotus Seat has not actually attained Destiny, and I have not completed the Cardinal Tribulations yet, at this moment, the Evil Soul of the Blood River Daoist is quite a distance away from the Emperor of the Dead. Thus, his strength is so much weaker than his peak, and I can hinder and stop him, at least for a while.”

“Having been turned into an Evil Soul, he is unable to use the Alpha Destiny Tribulation either.”

The Ancients have clashed directly with the line of the Emperor of the Dead before, and knows rather much about the mantras of the line of the Emperor of the Dead.

As Gu Jun spoke, he controlled the strength of the Longevity Lotus Seat. White lotuses of light bloomed in the Void, forming a boundless sea of white light and blocked off the vast sea of blood.

“Ninth Imperial Uncle and the South Pole Treasure Calabash have arrived as well. However, they will inevitably be tainted by the Unholy Blood River if they are to face the Blood River Daoist, so right now, they could only stay on the periphery,” Gu Jun said quietly. “Sect Leader Yan, please advise as to the precise location of the Emperor of the Dead and those of the Hall of the Dead.”

This time, the Ancients were striking with almost their full force. In addition to Gu Jun himself and the Longevity Lotus Seat, Gu Yuankai and the South Pole Treasure Calabash – one of the two Mahayana-realm magic treasures of the Ancients – are here as well. Only the other Way of the Virtual Entity-level cultivator, Gu Cheng, and the Mahayana-realm magic treasure, the Barron Celestial Cauldron, stayed behind to garrison the Ancient Longevity World.

“The Emperor of the Dead is conducting the magic ritual and unable to divert his attention; we can try to surprise attack and distract him. Apart from our Tribe, it seems that there are cultivators from the Celestial Sect of Wonders coming as well.”

Hearing this, Yan Nanlai threw a glance at Gu Jun.

At this moment, the Emperor of the Dead and the Evil Soul of Yan Xinghe were both conducting the magic ritual, and indeed cannot be distracted. The Nether Priest and the Life and Death Book were engaged with the Zhou Emperor Liang Pan and the Imperial palace of Emperor Tai. The Blood River Daoist, meanwhile, was engaged by Gu Jun himself and the Longevity Lotus Seat here. If the Way of the Virtual Entity-level Ancients elder, Gu Yuankai, was to attack the Hall of the Dead cultivators with a Mahayana-realm magic treasure, he can obvious exercise a significant impact.

However, one question was that, if the magic ritual was indeed foiled, the anger of the Emperor of the Dead was not something Gu Yuankai and the others could handle.

However, Gu Jun and Gu Yuankai, already aware of the events, both knew of the great importance of the Supreme Heavenly Mirror. Even if it wasn’t seized by the Emperor of the Dead, if the shaking of the Supreme Heavenly Mirror cause the Great Void Sect and the Mirror to be trapped in the Black Sea together, there will be disastrous consequences.

For the entire War of the Two Worlds, for Humankind’s situation, the consequences will be calamitous indeed.

Since they have already decided to enter the War of the Two Worlds, the Ancients will not hold back either.

“It can work.” Yan Nanlai said slowly. He did not say any more empty words, and just flicked his finger. A streak of light pierced the Void, shooting into the distance.

“Ninth Imperial Uncle, be caereful.” Gu Jun said. In the distant horizon, several streaks of light flashed and headed for the deep Void, following Yan Nanlai’s guidance.

One of the streaks of radiance was a white-haired elder with a stolid expression. The elder of the Ancients, the Ling Jue Holy Man – Gu Yuankai.

Via Mana voice projection, Gu Yuankai replied, “I shall do so to the utmost of my abilities.”

Beside Gu Yuankai, within one of the brilliant streaks of light was a broad sword, giving off an ancient air and glittering with a faint gold brilliance from head to toe. The sword will within was powerful and vast, the sword Qi rocketing up to the Heavens and startling the entire Multiverse. Slaying all from the Sky down to the Netherworld – the Cang Heaven Spell Blade.

Wang Lin’s injuries have not yet healed. Xiao Yan, having chose a radical, risky fighting style so as to use the Cang Ming Swordmaster to trial himself, was severely injured as well. Zhu Yi was garrisoning the Inter-world passage of the Southern Territories, in a standoff with the Shen Dragon King; Shi Tianhao was intercepting the Hades pursuing Yan Nanlai. Thus, for the Celestial Sect of Wonders side, the Cang Heaven Spell Blade will use teleportation formations to return to Mount Kunlun from the Ying Sea with Yang Qing, and then rush over from Mount Kunlun together with Li Yuanfang.

However, they were just the vanguard. After Shi Tianhao and the White Tiger Grand Sage dispatched the still-resisting Zhanming and the other Hades, they will rush over to the battle here at the Emperor of the Dead’s side as well.

Yang Qing and Li Yuanfang, enveloped in the Cang Heaven Spell Blade’s sword radiance, sat quietly within the sword radiance. Neither of the two spoke.

Although their mission was to eliminate the Hall of the Dead masters together with the Ancients Immortal Soul masters, minus Gu Yuankai, but close to where the Emperor of the Dead was, it was also likely that they will be threatened by the Emperor of the Dead.

However, their faces were calm as ever. They did not fear the coming great battle in the slightest.

Li Yuanfang turned his head to look at Yang Qing. “Fifth Senior…”

Previously, in the Ying Sea, Yang Qing fell into the Illusory Dream Fantasy World Ning Wan’ge inadvertently created. No one knew what he experienced; however, Wang Lin, having had similar experiences, knew that in no way it would have been a pleasant memory.

Li Yuanfang, having learnt the details from Wang Lin, couldn’t help but feel worried for this Senior of his,

Although he was serious and stubborn, and bad at expressing himself, he still cared about his seniors and juniors from the bottom of his heart.

Li Yuanfang himself was rather dense about romantic love, but he still felt rather pitiful about the regrets between his Fifth Senior and his old partner, Fang Ting.

Before Li Yuanfang could speak, Yang Qing smiled slightly, as if he knew what he was thinking. “Don’t worry, Sixth Junior, I am alright.”

Li Yuanfang nodded silently, while Yang Qing continued. “Sixth Junior, you, meanwhile, your accumulation is already sufficient. However, you are still a step away from Immortal Soul; if you are to take away something from this battle, you might successfully break through that final bottleneck.”

Hearing this, Li Yuanfang did not reply, only nodding slightly. This sort of thing, without confidence of success and full of uncertainty, made him rather uncomfortable.

Yang Qing understood Li Yuanfang’s psychology as well. After encouraging him, he did not speak any more either.

On the other side, Gu Yuankai travelled shoulder to shoulder with the Cang Heaven Spell Blade. Following the direction of Yan Nanlai’s light, they flew through the Void together.

In the Void above his head, there was the vague projection of a calabash, following him forward. The line of the Emperor of the Ancients’ other Mahayana-realm magic treasure apart from the Barren Celestial Cauldron – the South Pole Treasure Calabash.

Within the calabash was several other Ancients masters as well; their leader was the Cultivation of Virtual Entity-level Gu Peng, and there was also others like the Ancient Brush Elder.

They were inside the South Pole Treasure Calabash and moved together with Gu Yuankai. At this moment, they were silent and not speaking as well, as they sat, meditating, with calm expressions.

After a long way, they saw light suddenly flash before their eyes. A swath of gray fog appeared, lighting up with dark colors and lying in the dark Void.

The fog was vast and boundless, like a gray sea of clouds.

The Cang Heaven Spell Blade and Gu Yuankai both paused for an instant. “The spiritual energy fluctuations within are peculiar indeed…it feels as if a Middle World was destroyed, but suddenly grinded to a halt in the middle of the process of destruction. It’s the effect of the Emperor of the Dead’s Abhijna and Mana – he sacrificed a Middle World!”

However, right now, all power within the gray sea of clouds was supplied to the Emperor of the Dead’s magic ritual, and the Emperor of the Dead himself was unable to divert his attention either.

After a slight halt, the party continued to charge towards the gray sea of clouds.

At this moment, the gray sea of clouds abruptly started to roll and lurch violently as light patterns flashed within.