Chapter 650: Hemolytic Hall

Bound by chains on his limbs, Dongbo Xueying exhausted every means but still couldn’t escape the deep pit.

“My Void World can’t even break free, and my strength can’t shake these chains. Even top-tier Venerables would struggle to escape,” Dongbo Xueying mused inwardly. While his close-combat skills might be weaker, his escape techniques were undoubtedly top-tier. Unfortunately, facing the machinations left behind by the Demon Ancestor, he was still far too inexperienced.

“This really hurts.” Dongbo Xueying couldn’t help but frown as he glanced at the crimson liquid around him.

The blood-like fluid continued to seep into his body, inch by inch, intensifying the pain. Even with his mental fortitude and the resilience of his *Annihilation Primordial Body*, the agony was unbearable.

The worst part? The crimson liquid was unstoppable—no method could resist it.

“The Blood Fiend Realm of the Six Paths Heavenly Wheel—even the black soil beneath is soaked in blood,” Dongbo Xueying thought. “A pit filled with this crimson liquid isn’t unusual. But what kind of dangerous place is this?”

The Demon Ancestor had reached unparalleled mastery in the *Blood Fiend Path*.

According to the *Blood Fiend Scroll* he had obtained, even the initial stages of cultivation were excruciatingly painful. Now, trapped in this pit, he was enduring the same torment.

“Pain?”

Since he couldn’t escape, Dongbo Xueying had no choice but to endure.

His mind drifted back to the century-long suffering under the *Ghost Six Curses Venom* during his Transcendent days. Though this crimson liquid was far more terrifying, his current physical and soul resilience far surpassed that of his past self. Thus, the pain, while severe, hadn’t broken him like before.

Back then, he had writhed in agony, his very soul trembling from the torment.

Unconsciously, the crimson liquid had permeated every inch of his body. The pain peaked—then began to recede. As it faded, an eerie sense of relief washed over him.

*Clank! Clank! Clank!*

The four chains binding his limbs suddenly loosened, retracting and vanishing into the pit walls.

Dongbo Xueying stood dumbfounded in the pit.

“It’s over?” He scanned his surroundings, but the chains had completely disappeared, even beyond the detection of his Void World.

“Let’s take some of this liquid for study.” With a thought, he manipulated space itself, gathering the crimson fluid and storing it within his treasure realm.

This liquid could penetrate even his *Annihilation Primordial Armor*—its composition was beyond extraordinary. Handling it required spatial manipulation. Had he not been restrained earlier, he could have escaped without enduring this torment.

*Whoosh!*

In an instant, he soared out of the pit, landing on solid ground.

His gaze swept the surroundings—a haze of bloody mist, with only a faint structure ahead.

As he approached, the building grew clearer: an ancient, blood-red hall, its walls, pillars, and doors weathered with time. Above the entrance, three archaic characters read—

**”Hemolysis Hall.”**

Though the script belonged to an older cosmic era, its meaning was instantly clear.

“Hemolysis Hall?” Dongbo Xueying’s eyes widened. “One of the Three Demon Halls?”

He laughed. “Incredible luck! Barely in the Blood Fiend Realm, and I’ve stumbled upon the legendary Hemolysis Hall?”

His master had provided extensive intelligence on the Six Paths Heavenly Wheel, including its deepest secrets.

Among the lower three realms of the Six Paths, the safest yet rarest opportunities lay within the Three Demon Halls:

**Hemolysis Hall, Bone-Corroding Hall, and Heart-Refining Hall.**

These halls couldn’t be found through ordinary means—each resided in the Blood Fiend, Black Rain, and Ice-Snow Realms, respectively.

“To enter the Hemolysis Hall by chance is a tremendous fortune. According to the records, it should contain the *Hemolysis Secret Art*.”

With that, he stepped inside.

—

The hall was silent, untouched for eons.

Dongbo Xueying’s eyes soon locked onto a wall covered in dense script—the *Hemolysis Secret Art* he sought.

*Whoosh.*

A faint light coalesced within the hall.

Turning, he watched as the glow solidified into a figure—a cold-faced man clad in blood-red robes.

The man’s icy gaze swept over him. “To endure the Blood Ants’ devouring—you’ve earned the right to enter.”

“Blood Ants?” Dongbo Xueying blinked. “That crimson liquid was… ants?”

The fluid had penetrated even his *Annihilation Primordial Armor*. If its smallest components were ants, their size was unimaginably minuscule.

“I speak. You listen.” The man’s voice was frigid.

Dongbo Xueying stiffened.

This was merely a treasure-spirit, yet its temper was vicious. But confronting a spirit left behind by the Demon Ancestor was pointless.

“On that wall lies the *Hemolysis Secret Art*,” the man continued. “Since you haven’t entered the other two halls, you’ll face two trials here: First, master the art. Second, defeat a Blood Beast within this hall. Succeed, and I shall grant you a token—your key to the other two halls.”

Dongbo Xueying understood.

Luck had brought him here, but the other halls wouldn’t be found by chance. The only way was to pass the Demon Ancestor’s trials.

“Clearing all three halls yields rewards surpassing even the *Annihilation Realm’s* supreme techniques.”

Excitement surged. These trials were designed for Venerables, yet few ever found the halls. He had to seize this opportunity.

Fail now, and he might never enter again.

“Master the art within ten thousand years,” the man said coldly. “Fail, and I’ll expel you.”

“Ten thousand?” Dongbo Xueying frowned. “Not a million?”

His master’s intel had stated that each hall’s secret art required a million years to master—a test, not a combat technique.

“A million?” The man sneered. “A soldier of the Annihilation Legion, daring to tread the Demon Ancestor’s grounds? In the Third Cosmic Era, I’d have slain you on sight! Yet you demand a million years?” His voice dripped with contempt. “Were it not for the Ancestor’s decree, I wouldn’t even grant you this chance. Ten thousand years—succeed or begone. The sight of you Lakeheart Island vermin sickens me.”