Chapter 154: Blood Halo Fills the Sky, Suddenly an Asura Appears

Fang Longye looked at the black demonic mountain in the center of the Black Water Abyssal Sea, his heart filled with joy.

Although he did not cultivate the Demonic path, he would not turn a blind eye to such a treasure of obviously infinite prestige placed before him.

Not to mention that he could use his Golden Finger to conduct exchanges according to his wishes, even just after collecting it, if he encountered a powerful enemy and struck out with such a demonic treasure, as long as the opponent was not a Demonic cultivator, they would surely suffer a great loss.

Qingli and Ao Ying recovered their composure, and following his gaze, they looked at the demonic mountain in the depths of the Abyssal Sea, their hearts also marveling.

This demonic mountain in the distance was clearly a strange treasure nurtured by the space of the entire Corpse Soul Ridge itself.

It was obvious that the most essential Creation of the entire Corpse Soul Ridge had been absorbed by this demonic treasure. One could imagine how extraordinary it was.

"It's a pity that it is a genuine demonic treasure," Qingli sighed, feeling quite regretful.

Never mind that the fierce sword nurtured within the Demonic Fetus she had cultivated through the 'Heavenly Demon Slaughtering God Art' also possessed deep demonic intent.

But that was merely a vessel of form; it was a tool for protecting the path she was forging for the future, and no matter how fierce or demonic it was, it was only a means of attack.

Her true foundation of cultivation had nothing to do with the Demonic path.

Ao Ying felt the regret in Qingli's words and could not help but nod, feeling the same way.

An ownerless treasure, clearly possessing infinite power, yet completely incompatible with their cultivation path—it was truly a pity.

Fang Longye brushed away the joy in his heart, restored his calm state of mind, and said in a deep voice, "Whatever sentiments you have, speak of them later; let's secure this treasure first."

Having said that, he did not hesitate; his body rose with a boom, and he flew toward the center of the Black Water Abyssal Sea.

Seeing this, Qingli and Ao Ying naturally swayed their willow-like waists and followed closely behind.

As soon as the three of them flew into the sky above the Black Water Abyssal Sea, the already turbulent Abyssal Sea below seemed to be disturbed, becoming even more agitated and raising evil waves that reached the sky, rising thousands of feet high.

In an instant, the incessant sounds of ghosts crying and wolves howling became clearer, hooking into their souls.

Countless Human Clan figures emerged from the Abyssal Sea, dense and overlapping, all stretching out their hands and wailing as they reached toward Fang Longye and the others, wanting to drag them down to sink forever and never be liberated.

"Hmph!"

Feeling this pulling force, Fang Longye let out a cold snort, and a seven-colored halo bloomed around his body, shooting out immeasurable light.

Wherever it passed, the figures were all annihilated, and just like that, the three continued toward the depths.

After spending a great deal of effort, Fang Longye and the two finally arrived not far from the demonic mountain.

Looking up, they discovered that it was no mountain peak at all, but clearly an unimaginably large obelisk standing upside down.

Flat on top and pointed at the bottom, it was covered in natural demonic patterns, with gloomy demonic light permeating its surface, emitting a strange aura.

As soon as their gaze touched the demonic patterns on the stele, a vast, profound, evil, and immeasurable Dharma poured down from the void along their gaze, straight into their eyes.

Expanding, expanding, extremely expanding; Fang Longye only felt as if he were about to explode, as if his whole person were being stretched to the limit.

Fortunately, it was only for an instant; his various Spirit Treasures protected his body—the Longyin Bell rang incessantly, the Cai Xian Sword hummed with metallic clangs, and the Refining Immortal Pot chimed, cleansing away all the demonic intent that had permeated him.

Looking at Qingli and Ao Ying, both had their eyes closed, still immersed in the struggle against the invasion of demonic intent, with a layer of gloomy demonic light even sinking between their brows.

Fang Longye immediately drove the Longyin Bell and also unleashed the Creation Divine Fire, which helped them cleanse themselves and shake off the demonic contamination.

Fang Longye pointed with his hand, and the treasure lamp formed by various True Fire above his crown shook gently; immediately, countless lamp flames burned, hanging above, displaying five colors and shining so brightly that one could not open their eyes.

The flames rose and ascended, filled with colorful light, and a golden glow sprouted at the outermost edge.

By fully driving his divine ability, he isolated the spontaneous demonic contamination of this stele from the three of them.

"Good treasure!" Qingli recovered her composure, looked at the Demonic Stele again through the light and shadows of the lamp flames, and praised it.

"Even in an ownerless state, its spontaneous demonic contamination has such power. If it were driven by a master, what kind of divine might would it have?"

"Young Master, hurry and collect it; let us see what kind of function this treasure actually has."

Facing Qingli's urging, Fang Longye smiled and shook his head, but he did not hesitate; he immediately flew forward, preparing to take down this demonic treasure. Who would have thought that before he truly approached the Demonic Stele, while still ten thousand miles away, a loud noise suddenly erupted, and the space above the stele began to collapse.

An indescribable blood color permeated the area, dyeing the world red.

Fang Longye heard the sound and looked up; originally, there was a gloomy demonic light in the sky, but now it had long since disappeared.

The entire top of the stele, the deep black curtain where no light could be seen, seemed to have been forcibly torn open by an invisible giant hand, and large swaths of space fell down like dumplings.

Subsequently, the fault lines collided, and blood water poured down continuously, like an inverted galaxy, filling the sky and covering the earth.

Fang Longye stopped his movement, stood in the void, his face ugly, and said, "Blood Sea? Asura?"

Behind him, Qingli's eyes darted away, feeling embarrassed for her own jinxing mouth.

Just a moment ago, she was lamenting that if this Demonic Stele were driven by a master, wouldn't its demonic might be immeasurable?

Well, this was it.

The Blood Sea Ashura—weren't they members of the Demonic path?

Fang Longye ignored Qingli's self-reflection and only looked at the blood river that had sprouted before him.

He saw that in this blood river, giant waves were surging, the blood-colored light was shining, and one by one, huge strange beasts were swimming, swaying with posture, their dorsal fins like mountains, and on top of them were dense crowds of figures.

These figures were all fierce in appearance, their bodies blood-red, covered in scales, with fangs filling their faces and multiple arms.

Their entire bodies were covered in sharp barbs; they were pure killing machines.

They were all warriors of the Ashura clan.

The blood river, the great beasts, the sound of drums, the shouting—a hair-raising sound of slaughter came, and the chilling murderous intent covered the sky and earth.

"Hmm?"

Fang Longye's eyes were clear, his gaze shooting out like electricity, seeing it clearly.

Although these Ashura were still full of fighting spirit and undiminished murderous intent, they could not hide the fact that they were a defeated army.

Their armor was tattered, stained with blood, and most were even wounded; some were missing arms or legs, and one could tell at a glance that they had just experienced a crushing defeat.

Linking this to the space collapse just now, Fang Longye realized that this was likely the result of this Ashura clan's battle with their enemies.

Thinking about it this way, he was truly unlucky. The space collapse formed by the battle between the two sides could have led anywhere, but it just happened to form a passage leading to him.

Not to mention that the Ashura clan belonged to the Demonic path and was naturally compatible with the demonic treasure stele before him, which added obstacles to his collection of this treasure for no reason.

Just the stubborn nature of the Ashura clan, famous throughout Honghuang, was enough to give him a headache.

Not to mention their addiction to slaughter; once they identified an opponent, they would inevitably pester them relentlessly until death.

The upper echelons might be able to maintain their sanity, but the middle and lower ranks are completely a bunch of madmen; they kill whoever they see, and there is simply no way to reason with them.

This is not~

This defeated army had just arrived, and their leader, like a mad dog, set their sights on him.

Fang Longye let out a cold snort, a halo gradually rising behind him, with the Yin and Yang Two Qis intertwined and growing.

His eyes birthed the gold and silver Qis, carrying a might that could pierce through everything, directly meeting a pair of blood-colored eyes within the Blood River that revealed a sense of demonic madness.

Boom—

The two collided, sparking and ringing out.

Ripples of cracks surged in the void, coming into being and perishing, lingering without end.

The first chapter today~ (End of this chapter)