Chapter 179: Dragon-Subduing Well

Under the moonlight, amidst the blood light was an old monster.

Its demonic aura was unusually mysterious and tyrannical.

The blood shadow moved with extreme speed!

Yet Zhang Jian paid no attention; silver light flowed around his body as he stood beneath the void silver moon, appearing to merge with the pure white moonlight.

The Golden Lotus subtly circulated, and his form vanished silently and without trace beneath the moonlight.

That faint blood light arrived in an instant, like countless threads tracing across the moonlight, yet it completely failed to sense Zhang Jian, who was near at hand.

Zhang Jian's divine sense stirred, and his form silently and without trace attached itself to that blood light.

He sensed that, with the Iron Brush Judge's disappearance in Haojing City, threads of divine light began to manifest, initiating a great search throughout Haojing and its surroundings.

This faint blood light circled Haojing City inside and out, then quickly arrived at a desolate long street.

"Chengguang Gate?"

At this moment, Zhang Jian also saw this massive palace gate; the civilian dwellings outside it had long been abandoned, appearing desolate and deep.

A gloomy atmosphere surrounded it.

Such places were rare within Haojing City, but Zhang Jian had heard of this location.

This Chengguang Gate was the main gate of the former dynasty's imperial city; on the eve of the former dynasty's fall, a brutal massacre occurred before this gate, with countless soldiers dead or wounded.

For this reason, after the Great Qian dynasty was founded, they sealed this palace gate and established three evil-suppressing wells around it to suppress the military spirits of this place.

The surrounding populace felt this place was ominous and thus scattered and moved away.

On the contrary, some vagrants and refugees from Haojing City often lingered nearby, but due to frequent deaths in the area, over time even the refugees were unwilling to stay here.

At this moment, a thick gloom hung over the palace gate; the pure moonlight fell upon this place, yet it did not brighten the area—instead, the moonlight was blocked by the buildings, as if light could never cover this region.

This blood light gradually manifested on the long street.

It transformed into a figure clad in a blood-red robe, with a weakened physique and pale complexion; his gaze swept over the surroundings, and within moments he locked onto the three-eyed ancient well before the archway.

Around the three-eyed ancient well, nine tall stone steles had additionally been erected, their surfaces covered with countless intricate ancient runes, and beneath them, massive iron chains extended deep into the three-eyed well.

The blood-robed figure's gaze swept over the palace gate; he seemed thoroughly familiar with everything around him.

In his eyes lay a hint of recollection.

Afterwards, his gaze swept over the three evil-suppressing wells, and in his eyes flickered a trace of dense killing intent.

"Wei YuanYang, you destroyed my mountains and rivers, and still seek to suppress my parents—all these evil consequences will ultimately fall upon your descendants!"

He muttered darkly, then extended a palm; instantly, a blood-colored claw shot toward the iron chain on a stone stele.

Crackle-pop!

In that instant, beneath the iron chain, threads of crimson lightning leapt forth; within the lightning, countless wondrous runes faintly appeared, like long serpents coiling toward the blood-robed figure.

Clearly, the area around the three evil-suppressing wells still bore sealing spells.

Zhang Jian's form also manifested in the corner; he too witnessed this scene, hearing the blood-shadow demon sect's strongman mutter to himself—it appeared the opponent was a former dynasty clansman.

From his words, it seemed his parents had actually been suppressed deep within these three evil-suppressing wells.

Yet as the secret-law lightning bolts shot forth, this blood-robed figure remained unhurried; a glint of defiance flashed in his eyes, he grasped and a soul flew from his hand, instantly colliding with the incoming lightning, vanishing in terror within the lightning.

"This is not this seat that killed you, but the people of the Dongshen Observatory who killed you!"

The blood-robed figure coldly watched this scene; instantly, threads of intense blood light surged from his body toward the nine stone steles, within the dense blood light surging forth countless black blood, still bubbling with gurgling sounds, nauseating to behold.

Zhang Jian watched this scene, his eyes rippling.

According to this kind of technique's omen, he naturally recognized it as the Blood Shadow Demon Sect's supreme true transmission, the *Blood River Classic*; cultivating it to great achievement can transform the primordial spirit into an endless blood river connecting to the boundless blood sea, with blood light sweeping heaven and earth—truly terrifying.

However, the *Blood River Classic* is also one of the most difficult demonic arts to cultivate in heaven and earth, requiring one to peel off their own skin alive, enduring forty-nine days of seated meditation in excruciating torment, undergoing myriad demonic tribulations, before success can be achieved; at initial achievement, one becomes a blood ghost, gradually cultivating into a blood-shadow form.

This Yin God powerhouse at this moment urged the blood light; that filthy to the extreme blood light infected the iron chains, actually gradually suppressing the thunder-law seal that had manifested around the iron chains.

In the corner, Zhang Jian's gaze remained unmoving.

He actually wanted to see what this Blood Shadow Demon Sect powerhouse truly intended to do?

Clearly, the area around the evil-suppressing well had been laid with numerous seals and prohibitions by the strongmen of the Dongshen Observatory.

Seeing the blood light suppress the seal, the blood-robed figure lifted his eyes; his body's blood light began to flow toward the depths of the evil-suppressing prohibition.

Three terrifying streams of blood light poured into the depths of the three-eyed well; instantly, a thick black aura began to rise from the depths of the three-eyed well.

Within that thick black aura, the contained yin and killing energies obscured the clouds and hid the moon; even from the corner, Zhang Jian could not help but frown, feeling as if countless yin spirits and fierce ghosts were wailing.

Within it lay a tremendous power.

Yet as this black aura emerged, the blood-robed figure's eyes lit with joy; he formed hand seals, and a blood-light river dammed the well's mouth, greedily sucking in the black aura within.

"Roar!"

But just then, in an instant, a non-human roar of anger came from the depths of the well.

When this non-human roar transmitted, not only did the blood-robed figure's expression change, but Zhang Jian far away also revealed a look of surprise.

At this moment, the three hidden dragon destiny patterns deep in his brow stirred restlessly, as if a thick longing were transmitted.

He could faintly see that within the depths of the three-eyed well, threads of pure purple qi were seeping out.

"Is there a dragon below?"

Zhang Jian's eyes flickered.

He realized in his heart that this might not be an evil-suppressing well at all, but rather highly likely a dragon-suppressing well.

The so-called dragon naturally was not a true dragon, but a nation's dragon vein.

Of course, it should not be the Great Qian dragon vein.

If it were the Great Qian dragon vein, it could not possibly be stained with such dense killing intent and evil force.

Various thoughts flashed through Zhang Jian's heart.

This dragon qi is indeed a good thing.

Only see that after the non-human voice transmitted, from the depths of the well a surge of dense black killing intent burst forth.

Boom—

Moreover, from deep within the earth came a muffled thunderous rumble, and in an instant three strands of intense pure yang golden light surged up from the well's bottom, dispelling the boundless black evil, and in an instant they repelled the blood-shadow divine light hovering above the well's mouth.

"Pure Yang Mirror? Well done, you old demon of the Cavern Spirit!"

Feeling that supremely rigid and yang divine light, the blood-robed figure's expression changed instantly; he sensed the terrifying divine power contained within the golden light, but had no time to react, as the golden light enveloped his body, forcing him to cry out in pain, his blood robes swelling and wrapping around his entire form, his shape instantly transforming into a streak of blood light as he retreated.

In the darkness, Zhang Jian witnessed this tremendous commotion, realizing that the Daoist of the Cavern Spirit Observatory would likely arrive soon, and his figure likewise departed.

Only his eyes held a hint of astonishment.

Finally, that strand of black qi—if he had not mistaken it—was a strand of intense corpse qi.

Now the pure corpse qi far surpassed the yin-yang corpse demons he had ever encountered before.

"Besides the dragon vein, whose corpse is this well bottom suppressing?"