Chapter 185

The evening glow spread to the sky above the border domain in the blink of an eye, dyeing most of the firmament blood-red. But this blood color was different from the previous blood curses; it was exceptionally clear and bright.

No matter how magnificent the scenery in the sky was, Wei Yuan smelled the scent of danger!

He immediately sent a message with his spiritual sense, and the cultivators on standby at over a dozen formation nodes received the order and immediately activated the formations. At the same time, several ancient bells in the border domain rang, and the bell sounds spread far away. Nearly a hundred cultivators were originally busy with their own tasks, but upon hearing the bell, they immediately dropped what they were doing and rushed at full speed to their respective formation nodes.

After arriving, they sat cross-legged, and the formations already in operation began to draw their Dao power, and then a huge, ethereal light shield appeared, covering three thousand zhang around the main peak.

Alarm bells also rang in the five newly built cities, and all commoners dropped what they were holding and fled at full speed toward the City Governor's Office. The first lesson they learned after entering the border domain was how to defend against the Great Shaman blood curse. They knew that as long as they heard the bell, they had to run at full speed toward the City Governor's Office, and they could save their lives by escaping into the range of the protective formation before the blood curse descended.

Yong'an City had long since built curse methods to defend against blood shamans, and the first thing done after the locations of the other five cities distributed further out were determined was to set up defensive formations, and only then did they build houses and reclaim land. Wei Yuan had allocated at least ten Dao Foundation cultivators to each city so that they could activate the great formation at critical moments.

A moment later, seven light shields of varying sizes appeared in the border domain, each with a different color.

The red in the firmament became deeper and more intense, but it wasn't blood clouds; it was clear and transparent, as if the sky had originally been red.

Subsequently, wisps of red mist began to drift down from the sky, and the light curtains of all defensive great formations flashed simultaneously, beginning to resist the patches of red mist. In Qingming, that pool of green water began to slowly descend.

Under the erosion of the red mist, the clear Qi and vitality accumulated by the entire border domain began to be consumed at an unusually fast speed!

Wei Yuan was shocked; at this rate, the nourishment accumulated by the entire border domain would hit bottom in less than half an hour. The power of this blood curse was far too great compared to the previous few times.

In his urgency, Wei Yuan directly threw a streak of green Qi luck into Qingming, and sure enough, the consumption rate of the boundary stone's nourishment slowed down significantly. Wei Yuan threw in another streak of Qi luck, and the consumption rate slowed by half. Seeing that the Qi luck was effective, Wei Yuan threw in over a dozen streaks of green Qi in one breath, until it could support six hours.

The Qi luck itself was also slowly being consumed, taking about a quarter of an hour from being thrown in to being completely consumed. Wei Yuan estimated that at the current intensity, supporting one hour would consume nearly ninety streaks of green Qi luck.

Wei Yuan looked at the eight hundred-plus streaks of green Qi in his sea of consciousness and steeled his heart, preparing to use them all up. As long as people were still there, there would always be Qi luck.

This blood curse looked calm and gentle, but in reality, its power was abnormally terrifying; the accumulation of the entire border domain couldn't even support half an hour. How many people did the Shaman tribe blood sacrifice this time? Three thousand, five thousand, or ten thousand?

Wei Yuan walked out of the room and looked up at the sky. His vision suddenly extended rapidly, and he actually saw a hundred miles away!

The firmament was not something one could look at at will; Wei Yuan could normally look around on the ground, even seeing a hundred miles away. But looking up at the sky, he could only see twenty miles at most; even without cloud cover, everything beyond twenty miles was chaotic, and he needed to fly higher to see further.

The higher one went, the more severe the interference and suppression on spiritual sense, and it wasn't proportional. Looking into the sky, even a Dharma Form could only see fifty miles, and only a True Lord could see a hundred miles.

But at this moment, a special channel seemed to have been opened in the sky, allowing Wei Yuan's vision to instantly cross a hundred miles and see a pair of incomparably huge eyes, like red gemstones, in the high sky!

The moment he saw those eyes, there was a boom in Wei Yuan's consciousness, as if something had exploded, and then everything went black before his eyes, and he instantly lost consciousness.

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I don't know how much time had passed, but Wei Yuan faintly heard a calling sound.

He wanted to hear it more clearly, but the sound was always ethereal, and he couldn't hear clearly what it was calling; Wei Yuan just instinctively felt that it was calling him.

After another moment, Wei Yuan became slightly more sober, and his thoughts gradually regained some vitality. At this moment, he instinctively felt that his state was wrong; everything before his eyes was pitch black, and he couldn't see anything.

Wei Yuan felt as if he were soaked in the deep sea, with pitch blackness all around. He instinctively felt the direction above and began to swim upward.

I don't know how much time had passed again, but Wei Yuan's consciousness suddenly rushed out of the sea surface, and only then did he regain sobriety and slowly open his eyes.

What entered his eyes was a dark red; this color was spreading and moving, like blood flowing everywhere.

"Husband, are you awake?"

The suddenly sounding voice made Wei Yuan wake up instantly. He looked toward the source of the sound, but his body felt as if it had rusted, his movements difficult and heavy; even the simple action of turning his head was exceptionally strenuous.

Fortunately, his vision was clearer at this time; what entered his eyes was the top of a large bed. This bed was finely crafted, with dense patterns carved on the bed top, four pillars, and the back wall. At this time, Wei Yuan's vision was blurry, and he still couldn't see clearly what was carved on it.

Wei Yuan turned his head with difficulty; the room was blurry, and he could faintly see thick red candles burning on the table, and there was also a floor-standing candle rack on the other side of the room, with several red candles inserted on it. All the candles were burning, but the candlelight was dark red, dyeing everything in the room with a layer of red.

A person was sitting in front of the bed, covered with a bridal veil, wearing a bright red dress; it was a newlywed bride.

Outside the window, someone seemed to be playing a flute, mournful and lingering, as if telling something. There was red everywhere in the room; Wei Yuan only then saw clearly that the quilt covering him was red, and the pillows and sheets were also red. This seemed to be the legendary bridal chamber.

Outside the window, the music of an erhu sounded again, occasionally accompanied by a few notes of a guzheng, appearing out of place.

Wei Yuan felt very cold, as if it were the dead of winter outside the window, and there was no fire in the room. The quilt was also icy and damp, without a trace of warmth.

"Husband, the hour is late, we should rest too."

The voice was very pleasant, also very gentle, and had an indescribable feeling.

At this time, Wei Yuan's Primordial Spirit felt as if it were covered with a layer of gauze, and he always felt that there were many things he couldn't remember. And that voice seemed to have a mysterious magic, making Wei Yuan feel that he had known her for a long time, and today was supposed to be their bridal night.

Wei Yuan regained a bit of strength and was able to prop up his body. He sat up slowly, and his vision became clearer.

Leaving the quilt, Wei Yuan felt that the room was exceptionally cold, and everything he saw seemed to have no temperature, including the bride in the bright red wedding dress. Wei Yuan subconsciously shivered.

"Husband drank too much wine tonight, are you still uncomfortable?"

"That's right, I can't hold my liquor..." As soon as the words left his mouth, the voice was so unfamiliar that it startled Wei Yuan himself.

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But the bride didn't feel anything was wrong and urged again: "The hour is late, let's rest early."

Wei Yuan moved to the edge of the bed, his feet landing on the ground; only then did he discover that he was also wearing wedding attire. When he got up, Wei Yuan's peripheral vision seemed to see something at the corner of the bed; turning his head to look, it turned out to be a spider web.

The servants are slacking off again...

Wei Yuan flicked his sleeve to brush away the spider web, unexpectedly stirring up a patch of white dust. However, he didn't pay attention to it, but walked to the bride, because the bride was urging again.

Wei Yuan's hand was placed on the bridal veil, and at this moment, he heard the sound of musical instruments outside the window again. This time it was a dongxiao, winding and mournful, as if someone were saying:

"Don't lift it!"

"If you lift the bridal veil, he's finished."

Wei Yuan seemed to have heard someone talking, but also felt it should be the sound of the dongxiao. He didn't think too much about it, because he felt that the hour was indeed late, and they should rest.

So he lifted the bright red bridal veil and saw Zhang Sheng's face.

Wei Yuan was shocked beyond measure!

Crack! A shattering sound rang out in Wei Yuan's consciousness, and countless cracks suddenly appeared in the world before his eyes, then it shattered; the bride in the bright red wedding dress and the bride covered in dust and spider webs dispersed into fragments, gradually drifting away.

His consciousness fell into darkness again.

I don't know how much time had passed, but a calling sound rang in Wei Yuan's ears again: "Husband, wake up."

Wei Yuan opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was the top of the bed. This time his vision was much clearer, and he saw the relief on the top of the bed clearly.

On the relief, several ferocious-looking little ghosts were carrying a bloody humanoid thing, moving it toward a large table. Seven brides wearing bright red wedding dresses were sitting around the table, and the one in the center was holding a blood-stained kitchen knife in her hand. Her hands were very thin and very white, and there were already many notches on the blade of the kitchen knife.

Wei Yuan suddenly felt a stir in his heart: Why did he feel that his vision was clearer this time? Had he seen it before?

"Husband, the hour is late, we should rest."

Wei Yuan turned his head slowly and saw the bride sitting in front of the bed, the wedding dress red enough to hurt the eyes.

ps: I've been organizing my thoughts for the past day or two, so I'll be updating a bit slower. I think it's time to turn up the intensity for Wei Yuan.

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