Chapter 507: The Blood Sea World Within the Ancient Tower

In the depths of the ancient tower, a gloomy chill spread, as if even time had frozen here.

The cultivators of the various factions, originally filled with greed and vigilance, entered this ancient and mysterious building, but they quickly discovered that this was not a simple treasure trove, but a domain teeming with endless horror.

As soon as the cultivators stepped into the inner layer of the ancient tower, they felt an indescribable oppression.

The air was filled with a piercing Blood Smell, as if countless living beings had been brutally slaughtered here.

Their footsteps echoed in the empty tower, each step seeming to tread upon the scars of past calamities.

「Whooo—」

Suddenly a gust of yin wind struck, accompanied by a shrill wail, and the cultivators horrifiedly discovered that their shadows were gradually vanishing from the ground.

Those shadows seemed to be devoured by some invisible force, leaving only pairs of terrified eyes flickering in the darkness.

"What the hell is going on?!" someone shouted in panic.

"The shadows are gone, the shadows are gone, it's too scary!" another cultivator's voice also trembled with obvious panic.

At that moment, some cultivators began to show abnormalities.

Their eyes became empty and lifeless, the corners of their mouths involuntarily curled up, and they emitted strange, eerie laughter.

These cultivators seemed to be possessed by some evil force, began attacking their nearby companions, even started self-harming, slashing their own skin with the weapons in their hands, letting blood flow freely.

"Crazy, they've all gone crazy!" a cultivator pointed at those possessed companions, his voice trembling.

"No, this isn't madness, it's a curse!" an older cultivator said in a low voice, his eyes filled with fear.

The cultivators tried to flee this terrifying place, but the ancient tower seemed to have its own will, trapping them here.

The Blood Sea was boundless, myriad ghosts surged, resentful karma fire was endless, and everything here was filled with the aura of death.

Within this expanse of Blood Sea, the cultivators saw countless ghosts struggling within, their faces distorted, emitting silent screams.

These ghosts seemed to be recounting their tragic fates in life, their grievances and pain gathering here into an endless blaze of karma.

"We must find a way out, or we will all die here!" a faction leader shouted loudly, trying to boost morale.

However, just as they were trying to find a way out, the mechanisms and pitfalls within the ancient tower also began to activate.

Sharp blades suddenly protruded from the walls, bottomless cracks appeared on the ground, and huge stone blocks fell from the ceiling.

The cultivators had to dodge these deadly traps while also fending off attacks from their possessed companions.

"Ah!" a cultivator accidentally triggered a mechanism, an arrow shot out pierced his chest, his body went limp and fell to the ground, blood quickly staining the floor red.

"Watch out!" another cultivator, while dodging a falling boulder, was stabbed through the body from behind by a possessed companion.

The scene descended into utter chaos, the cultivators' psychological defenses began to collapse.

Some began to weep, others sank into despairing silence.

This ancient tower was not the treasure hoard they imagined, but a hell that devours life.

In this terrifying realm, the cultivators' courage and strength appeared utterly insignificant.

They began to regret, why had they coveted the treasures of the ancient tower, why had they stepped into this cursed place. But now, everything was already too late.

As time passed, more and more cultivators collapsed into pools of blood.

The cultivators possessed by the ominous entity had their shadows completely vanished, their bodies began to turn translucent, as if they might dissipate at any moment.

And the cultivators who were still alive had their shadows devoured until hardly any remained, their vitality continually draining away.

"We can't just stay here like this, we need to fight our way out!" a young cultivator shouted loudly, his eyes flashing with determined light.

"Right, maybe if we get out, the curse will have no way to affect us!" another cultivator echoed.

「Boom—」

Some cultivators began to try using their spells and magic artifacts, attempting to find a way to break the curse.

They tried to use light and flame to dispel the surrounding darkness, and to use divine power to purify those possessed companions.

After arduous effort, it was utterly useless.

"Let's rely on each other and retreat, we are too weak, we shouldn't be adventuring here, the interior of the ancient tower is far beyond what we can bear," a cultivator said excitedly.

They began to head toward the exit of the ancient tower, along the way constantly battling those possessed companions, constantly dodging and solving various mechanisms and traps.

Finally, after a grueling trek, they reached the outskirts of the ancient tower.

However, when they were about to leave the ancient tower, they discovered that the tower's gate had vanished, which could leave everyone half-dead, and now the inner world of the ancient tower could only be entered, not exited.

「Hum—」

In the deepest part of the ancient tower, the boundless Blood Sea, its hue deep, seemed capable of swallowing all light.

The seawater was permeated with dense resentment and agony, each drop as if condensed from the blood and tears of countless beings.

Here, this is the most forbidden area of the ancient tower, and also its most mysterious place.

At this very moment, within this expanse of Blood Sea, a powerful force began to surge, waves rolled, blood surged, as if some colossal beast were about to awaken.

Suddenly, a massive beast bone rose slowly from the depths of the Blood Sea, its form ferocious, bearing nine heads, each displaying different expressions of pain and fury.

These nine-headed beast bones seemed like evil spirits crawled up from the depths of hell, their eyes hollow and deep, as if recounting endless hatred and curses.

The beast bone's body was enormously huge, each bone flickering with a dim light, they joined together to form a colossal skeleton.

And upon this skeleton was dragged a gigantic coffin. The coffin was entirely black, its surface carved with countless mysterious runes, these runes emanating the power of supreme law, winding around the coffin's surface as if guarding some ultimate existence.

As the coffin slowly rose to the surface, mysterious ancient skeletons began to emerge within the Blood Sea.

These skeletons were utterly unlike ordinary bones, each varied in form, each exuding a mysterious and potent aura.

Upon the chests of these skeletons were inserted mysterious treasures, which had soaked in the Blood Sea for countless years yet still gleamed with dazzling light, clearly not mundane objects.

These treasures were evidently the weapons of these skeletons in life, which sank together with them into the Blood Sea when they fell.

Now, with the appearance of the coffin, these treasures seemed to sense some summoning, began to emit intense light.

The cultivators who had entered the ancient tower, upon seeing this scene, were greatly shaken in mind and spirit.

They were all seasoned powerhouses who had weathered countless storms, yet the sight before them filled them with an unprecedented shock.

These ancient skeletons were undoubtedly once mighty figures who commanded the winds and clouds, their downfall surely accompanied by an earth-shattering battle.

And these treasures are undoubtedly the inheritance of their power; if obtained, they would be a great opportunity for any cultivator.

Greed began to flash in the cultivators' eyes, and they started moving toward those ancient remains and treasures.

However, this Blood Sea is not a peaceful place; it is filled with endless danger.

The resentment and pain in the Blood Sea began to affect the cultivators' minds, making them irritable and insane.

"These treasures are mine; no one can take them!" a cultivator shouted, his eyes filled with bloodshot veins, his body beginning to swell as if controlled by some force.

"No, these treasures should belong to me; I am the strongest cultivator here!" another cultivator retorted, his body also undergoing changes, his skin cracking open to reveal ferocious muscles.

The cultivators began attacking each other to seize the treasures, spells and magic artifacts colliding in the Blood Sea, triggering fierce battles.

The resentment and pain in the Blood Sea, as if aroused at this moment, began to spread among the cultivators, making the battles even more brutal and merciless.

However, just as the cultivators were fiercely battling, that huge coffin suddenly let out a low, rumbling roar.

The runes on the coffin began to flash, emitting a stronger light, and the entire Blood Sea started to tremble.

"Demon Master, quick look, the coffin is about to open!" Heifeng shouted in terror.

As the light from the coffin grew brighter, a powerful aura emanated from it, filled with oppression, making all cultivators feel an unprecedented fear.

What lies sleeping in this coffin might be a Lord of Hell, a being possessing supreme power.

"Don't act yet, wait and see!" Longling loudly shouted, watching an Earth cultivator trembling.

Now the strong ones of the major powers keep taking action; they only need to follow behind the already cleared safe zone, picking up scraps, with no need to rush forward desperately.

However, at this moment, the coffin's lid slowly opened.

A powerful suction surged from the coffin, pulling the surrounding cultivators and ancient remains into it.

The resentment and pain in the Blood Sea were also sucked into the coffin at this moment, and the entire Blood Sea began to calm down.

The cultivators struggled inside the coffin, trying to escape, but the suction was too strong for them to resist.

Their bodies began to be corroded by the coffin's power, their consciousness blurring, as if they were about to be devoured.

However, at this moment, a cultivator suddenly let out a roar, his body beginning to emit a dazzling light.

This light was filled with holy and pure power, beginning to dispel the darkness and evil within the coffin.

"Save me..." the cultivator yelled, burning his life essence to make it emit stronger vibrations.

At the center of the Blood Sea, that huge coffin floated silently, its surface flowing with mysterious runes, emanating supreme law power, yet that cultivator ultimately could not escape the deadly knot.

The strong ones of the major powers had a chilling light in their eyes; facing the bloody slaughter scene before them, they were utterly unmoved.

They surrounded the coffin at the heart of the Blood Sea, their eyes flashing with greed and vigilance.

This coffin may hide supreme secrets and power, but it is also full of unknown dangers.

Initially, the strong ones of the major powers tried to open the coffin with brute force.

They unleashed powerful spells, using precious magic artifacts, attempting to break the seal on the coffin.

However, no matter how hard they tried, the runes on the coffin merely flickered slightly, as if mocking their impotence.

The coffin was extremely sturdy, as if linked to the power of the entire ancient pagoda; no attack could move it even a bit.

As time passed, the strong ones began to feel discouraged and anxious.

If they could not open this coffin, they would be unable to obtain its secrets and power.

At this moment, a strong one from an ancient sect stepped forward, holding a secret treasure, the sect's guardian treasure, which is never lightly shown.

"Ladies and gentlemen, it seems we can no longer keep secrets." That strong one said, his voice tinged with resolve, "Heaven-Piercing Awl, possessing the power to pierce any defense, perhaps worth a try."

The Heaven-Piercing Awl is shaped like a slender cone, forged entirely from an unknown metal, its surface flowing with a faint blue light.

Its length is no more than three feet, yet the power it contains is enough to pierce the hardest rock.

The tip of the Heaven-Piercing Awl is extremely sharp, as if it could pierce even the sky.

The strong ones of other factions also brought out their own secret treasures.

One is an hourglass that can control the flow of time, another is a shield that can reflect any attack, and another is a longsword that can cut through space. Each secret treasure possesses great power, radiating dazzling light in the hands of the strong ones.

"If that's the case, let's all strike together and break the coffin's seal!" a faction leader declared loudly.

Following his command, the strong ones of the major powers acted simultaneously.

Their secret treasures traced arcs of light in the air, converging into a powerful force that surged toward the coffin's seal.

This force was immensely powerful, as if it could destroy everything.

At this moment, the runes on the coffin began to flash violently, the light they emitted growing brighter, as if resisting the external attack.

However, the strong ones of the major powers did not give up; they continually intensified their attacks, and the power of their secret treasures grew stronger.

Finally, with a thunderous roar, the runes on the coffin shattered, the seal was broken, and the coffin lid slowly lifted.

At that moment, an ominous aura surged from the coffin, and the entire Blood Sea began to tremble.

"Be careful, there's danger!" a cultivator shouted loudly.

The strong ones immediately heightened their vigilance, for this ominous aura might herald some disaster.

They began to retreat, trying to stay away from the coffin so as not to be affected by what was about to happen.

As the coffin lid was fully lifted, a powerful force surged from the coffin, shaking the entire Blood Sea.

At the center of this force was a cluster of swirling Primordial Yellow-Black light, this is the legendary Primordial Yellow-Black Origin.

The Primordial Yellow-Black Origin is the purest and most powerful force born at the dawn of the universe, containing the fundamental laws of the cosmos and possessing the power to create and destroy everything.

The Primordial Yellow-Black Origin takes the form of a constantly rotating sphere of light, its color lying between black and yellow, emitting a faint glow.

Upon seeing the Primordial Yellow-Black Origin, the cultivators could not remain still.

If they could absorb this power, their strength would greatly increase, and they might even break through to the legendary Realm.

However, the power of the Primordial Yellow-Black Origin is too great; if uncontrolled, it could cause catastrophic consequences.

"We must act cautiously, lest we let the Primordial Yellow-Black Origin's power run wild," an elder cultivator said in a deep voice.

The cultivators began to surround the Primordial Yellow-Black Origin, casting powerful spells in an attempt to control this power.

Boom—

As the cultivators' spells grew stronger, the power of the Mysterious Yellow Primordial Source began to be gradually controlled.

Its light began to stabilize, no longer violent as before.

The cultivators began to try to absorb this power, and their bodies began to emanate a faint Mysterious Yellow light.

However, just then, an ominous accident occurred.

One cultivator, while absorbing the power of the Mysterious Yellow Primordial Source, suddenly lost control; his body began to swell, as if it were about to be torn apart by this power.

"No, I can't control this power!" the cultivator cried out in pain.

The other cultivators immediately sprang into action, trying to help that cultivator control the power of the Mysterious Yellow Primordial Source.

However, as soon as they touched that cultivator's body, they too were affected by this power and began to lose control.

The entire Blood Sea began to tremble, and the power of the Mysterious Yellow Primordial Source spread among the cultivators, triggering a massive disaster.

The cultivators' bodies began to collapse, and their souls began to be consumed by this power.