Bloodslaughter Pavilion, sinister and desolate, its twelfth floor drifting through the heavens.
At this moment, on the twelfth floor…
The Pavilion’s Master lay reclining, shrouded in a black robe, his aura flickering, surrounded by a swirling mass of blood-colored energy.
“Boom…”
Within the coagulated blood, a semi-real portal suddenly collapsed into smoke and dissipated.
“Failed again… Blood Realm…” The figure hidden beneath the black robe spoke in a neutral tone, neither distinctly male nor female.
“Who’s there? Show yourself!” Suddenly, the black-robed figure roared toward the void.
Though the voice wasn’t loud, it carried an indescribable power, making concealment in the void impossible.
“Master of Bloodslaughter Pavilion… the strongest among all past Masters.” At that moment, a shadowy figure appeared within the twelfth floor of the Bloodslaughter Pavilion. Though its face was indistinct, its aura was chilling.
“Who are you?” The Pavilion Master fixed his gaze on the figure, inwardly startled by its formidable presence.
“My identity isn’t important. But I know you’re seeking a way into the Blood Realm, and I happen to know how to enter it.” The shadow spoke calmly, as if luring its prey.
Upon hearing this, the Pavilion Master fell silent for a moment, then stared intently at the apparition. “What do you want?”
“I want nothing much. I’ll tell you how to enter the Blood Realm, and all I ask is that you do one small favor for me.” The shadow’s voice was chilling, like it came from the depths of hell, sending chills down one’s spine.
“Hmph! Others beg Bloodslaughter Pavilion for help—it’s never been the other way around! Pretentious nonsense! Show yourself!” The Pavilion Master abruptly waved his sleeve, warping the void with a thunderous rumble.
“You may have inherited the cultivation of all past Pavilion Masters, but you can’t kill me. This deal is effortless for you, yet it grants you access to the Blood Realm and the chance to find its origin.” The shadow remained unaffected amidst the distorted void, as if it were untouched by the chaos.
The Pavilion Master gazed at the figure. “What kind of deal?”
“Hehehe… A very simple one…”
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Holy Sect.
The Sect Leader Yan and numerous senior elders gathered solemnly in the grand hall, each wearing grave expressions.
“Brothers,” Sect Leader Yan addressed the assembly, “lately, a mysterious voice has been echoing in my mind, unsettling my spirit.”
“Senior Brother, how is that possible?” Wuya was startled, finding it hard to believe.
The deeper one’s cultivation, the more sensitive they became to omens. For the Sect Leader to feel so disturbed, it must be something grave.
Looking at his juniors, Sect Leader Yan nodded, then pointed upward with one hand. “It comes from there…”
Upon hearing this, everyone’s expressions changed drastically.
“How could it be…”
Sect Leader Yan shook his head. “Nothing is impossible. I’ve gathered you all here to clarify this matter. I suspect that ten thousand years ago, when the Supreme Being split the heavens, it wasn’t as simple as it seemed. Likewise, our ancestors’ legacy may not be so straightforward either. Though I don’t yet know the truth, this is a warning.”
The senior elders exchanged glances, then nodded and prepared to listen further.
…
The Xuanhuang Realm is vast. Though it was once split into two, it remains immense.
Even in the Eastern Lingzhou, every moment, every place, is stained with bloodshed.
There are countless hidden experts and ancient fiends.
Every day, sects rise, and others fall.
The law of the jungle—survival of the fittest—rules Eastern Lingzhou.
Xianling Sect.
A powerful sect, unique in that it consists entirely of female disciples.
For a sect of women to become a dominant force is no easy feat.
Yet today, Xianling Sect faces its most perilous moment.
A demonic fiend, having broken free of its seal, has come to destroy Xianling Sect.
Long ago, the ancestors of Xianling Sect, together with other sects, sealed this fiend.
But recently, for unknown reasons, the fiend’s power surged, shattering the seal and emerging once more. Consumed by hatred for Xianling Sect, it set its sights on them immediately after breaking free.
“Ha! Where is that wench Lianxian? Come out and die!” Above Xianling Sect, a figure floated in midair—dry-skinned, blood-red eyes, like an ancient demon reborn.
“Demon! Insulting our ancestors! Let this old one face you!” The Xianling Sect was on high alert. One of the senior elders, enraged by the fiend’s insult to their forebears, rushed forward to confront it.
The Sect Leader and others were unaware of the demon’s identity, but the boundless demonic aura sent chills down their spines.
“Leader, who is this person?” One of the elders asked.
“I don’t know,” the Sect Leader shook her head. The demon before them was unfamiliar, unknown.
“Hmph! Know your place!” The demon sneered at the approaching elder.
The demonic aura stained the heavens.
A fist descended from the sky, brimming with demonic energy.
The elder, witnessing the incoming punch, unleashed chains of cosmic law, weaving them into a force that collided head-on with the descending fist.
“Boom!”
The heavens trembled, a burst of radiant light filling the void.
“Pu…”
At that moment, the elder plummeted from the sky, spitting blood into the void.
“Senior sister…” The Sect Leader’s face turned pale.
How could this be? Her senior sister was at the peak of Great Heaven, having condensed six chains of cosmic law. How could she fall with just one blow?
“Ha! Pathetic! Absolutely pathetic! Xianling Sect, today I, Yanluo, shall eradicate you!” Yanluo howled into the sky, venting centuries of sealed fury.
Upon hearing the name, the Sect Leader’s face paled in disbelief. “You’re Long Yanluo—the demon sealed two hundred years ago by our ancestors! How could you still be alive?”
“Ha! Die? Who can kill me, Long Yanluo? No one in this world has that power.” Long Yanluo laughed maniacally, his laughter bone-chilling and terrifying.
At that moment, the Sect Leader’s face darkened. A sense of impending doom gripped her heart. She never imagined the demon would be the same one sealed two centuries ago by the combined forces of many sects.
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“Chickie, how do you like this outfit? Doesn’t it look awesome?” Lin Fan looked at Chickie with satisfaction.
This was a specially designed outfit by Lin Fan—a dinosaur costume that radiated overwhelming dominance.
“Oooh…” Chickie shook its head, silently protesting against Lin Fan’s choice. But what could it do? Under Lin Fan’s domineering pressure, it could only obediently comply.
“Hey… there’s a surge of demonic energy ahead. Something’s happening! Chickie, our moment has come. No time to waste!” At that moment, Lin Fan spotted a darkened sky ahead, filled with surging demonic energy, unsettling the air. A wild grin spread across his face.
For Lin Fan now, there were two goals: to defeat all foes and obtain chains of cosmic law, and to establish the legendary reputation of the “Divine Chicken Duo.”
And now, an opportunity had come knocking—how could he possibly let it slip away?
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