Chapter 297: Spiritual Dew Transforms into Blood Energy
Chapter 297: Spiritual Dew Transforms into Blood Energy
At dawn, the celestial phenomena vanished, and the defenses of the blood lake weakened abruptly. A Spirit Master immediately charged in.
Wan Fang and Feixue were half a step behind. Just as they prepared to force their way through, a terrifying scene unfolded in the blood lake.
The two Spirit Masters who entered first were engulfed by blood water. Their hardened bodies shattered, their souls disintegrated under the corrosive blood, and their agonized screams echoed.
The gruesome deaths shocked everyone. These were experts at the Second Stage of Spirit Martial! Yet upon entering, they were trapped by a blood-formed domain. The blood energy pierced their defensive shields, decaying their flesh and dissolving their souls. Despite their struggles, they could not escape.
The process was brief but chilling.
Experts from the Jiu Yang Sacred Palace and Heavenly Fire Sect seethed with fury—each faction had a Spirit Master drowning in the blood lake, facing doom.
The Blood Moon descended, unleashing terrifying strength that shredded the two Spirit Masters into fragments, their remains merging with the blood lake.
After dawn, the Blood River True Monarch sank into the riverbed and vanished. The blood lake swirled with blood mist, appearing ordinary again, but the nearby experts lingered in uneasy silence.
The origin of the Blood Moon was now undeniably eerie and sinister, witnessed firsthand by all.
On the island within the blood lake, subtle shifts had occurred over the past day and night.
The deadly formation at the cave entrance still held firm. Though the four Holy Artifacts suppressed its expansion, they failed to breach it.
The Daoist of the Three Suns and Cold Xiu Spirit Master exchanged wary glances, realizing the cave’s secrets were extraordinary.
Hu Yuer watched the blood lake restlessly, worrying about Cheng Lingyu. Two days had passed without a sign of him.
Beneath the island, in the hidden cave, the clash between the divine blood and the pyramid neared its end.
Cheng Lingyu lay deep in slumber. In his dreams, he suppressed the divine blood, using the pyramid’s power to fuse it into his body. His flesh and bones glowed, veins and organs turning translucent—a rebirth.
The process dragged on, but the cave’s unique environment channeled endless energy into him. Excess energy flowed into the mysterious space, absorbed by the pyramid.
By day, the three Blood Moons hovered outside the cave, radiating mysterious power that seeped through the walls into Cheng Lingyu.
Previously, this power had targeted the divine blood. Now, with the blood merged into Cheng Lingyu, the energy clung to him irresistibly.
In his sleep, Cheng Lingyu’s body relaxed. Dao sounds hummed within his organs. Spiritual energy flooded his acupuncture points and meridians, his flesh shimmering with multicolored light.
The changes accelerated visibly. Energy swirled around him like a vortex, as if he were the world’s core, devouring the cave’s power.
The ancient cave, once saturated with the Essence of Divine Blood, now lay drained.
*Crack.* The spiritual diagram crumbled. With the divine blood gone and energy depleted, the diagram shattered. The cave split open, defenses collapsing as blood water flooded in.
Above Cheng Lingyu, the scroll spun slowly, its golden light shielding him from the blood.
As the cave filled, the scroll’s defensive barrier enveloped him like a bubble, drifting downward to the lake’s depths.
The blood lake seethed with energy—corpses, spirit artifacts, and blood energy fused into a sinister ecosystem.
Within the scroll’s protection, Cheng Lingyu absorbed the lake’s energies through the barrier, fueling his transformation.
Crushing pressure compressed the barrier. The faint golden light pierced the bloody haze, revealing skeletal remains buried in the lakebed’s muck.
Three blood rivers fed the lake endlessly, carrying spirit artifacts, skeletal Spirit Masters, divine beasts’ bones, and divine weapons—all once mighty, now eroded, their divinity leached into the blood.
Cheng Lingyu slept at the lake’s bottom for half a day, his luminous body steadily gathering power.
As Cheng Lingyu opened his eyes, the thick blood water had turned transparent in his vision.
The blood lake wasn’t large, yet its depths remained unexplored.
Upon waking, Cheng Lingyu had undergone dramatic changes – his flesh, bones, meridian points, and organs still shimmered like divine artifacts.
Smiling faintly, he focused not on his transformation but on surveying the lakebed.
Countless corpses, beast bones, and broken spirit artifacts lay embedded in bloody silt, each radiating faint energy.
With a faint smirk, Cheng Lingyu summoned Fang Tian Bao Yin, stored his scroll, then cautiously extended his right hand beyond the defensive barrier.
Though perilous, he remained unfazed as blood enveloped his palm, creating a numbing corrosion akin to poison.
Channeling true essence, his blood essence accelerated circulation. The numbness faded, replaced by cooling relief.
Examining himself, Cheng Lingyu noted initial corrosion marks vanishing as revitalized blood spread through his body.
“Truly miraculous blood. Having reached these depths, why not fully experience it?”
Stripping naked, he stored clothes in Spirit Cloak Ring and withdrew Fang Tian Bao Yin. Swimming freely through the crimson waters,
initial numbness spread through his flesh, blood energy raising angry rashes. Yet divine blood essence soon permeated every cell, neutralizing corrosion.
After acclimating, he began collecting bones, artifacts, and divine weapons. The Source Pearl revealed incomplete but divinity-containing relics too precious to abandon.
Cheng Lingyu constructed an eight-layer gathering formation from these materials – an astonishing feat.
Two formation methods existed: pattern engraving or ancient manual arrangement.
His realm being insufficient for engraving, he employed the latter method to build the eight-layer structure.
Unlike engraved patterns, manually set formations required external activation.
Seated atop the formation, Cheng Lingyu channeled his cultivation to ignite divine essences within materials, boosting his power.
Simultaneously, he etched seven-layer gathering formations on his body, absorbing blood energy while accelerating divinity absorption.
Vortexes erupted across his form as operations commenced, devouring lake energies.
The eight-layer formation blazed like flame, refining residual divinity into pure energy.
The blood lake churned violently, waters rising as underwater vortexes rippled outward.
Cheng Lingyu glowed like midday sun, devouring Nine Netherworlds’ energies – a suicidal scenario for others, yet his unique constitution transformed this into opportunity.
Despite his special physique, overwhelming blood energy caused alarming changes. Boiling blood surged dangerously, nearing bursting point.
Eyes snapping open, horror flashed across his handsome features while rapid calculations sparked in his gaze.
“I gravely underestimated divine blood’s potency. Our initial crude fusion needed time. Now absorbing multiple energies triggered backlash. Immediate resolution required or I’ll explode.”
Trapped in irreversible activation of the eight-layer formation, Cheng Lingyu stabilized his mind, desperately seeking solutions.
Destruction of Space Divine Thought Wave processed thousands of possibilities instantly.
“Only luck remains.”
Retrieving a jade toad from Spirit Cloak Ring – originally from Holy Emperor’s underground palace, containing spiritual dew –
Even Caiyun had failed to breach its restrictions, but Cheng Lingyu succeeded.
Inside lay merely dozen dew drops.
One drop brought cooling relief, calming raging blood.
Two drops improved matters slightly. Recalling five divine blood drops existed, he consumed five dew drops, finally stabilizing his system.
After additional drop, he stored the toad and resumed absorbing the lake’s energies and formation’s divine essence.