Chapter Eighty-Seven: Blood Path Person

  "The Taoist in this painting should be the old immortal Huang Quan, but I don't know if this painting is his insight after passing through the scattered immortal calamity for the nth time...... The appearance of the Taoist in the painting is exactly the same as the statue in the Wheel of Rebirth outside, the only difference being their expressions."

  One's expression can reveal his understanding.

  In the painting, a Taoist sits on top of a mountain of corpses, with a bewildered expression, clearly having lost his way and doubting his own path. Meanwhile, the deity outside exudes an aura of supreme majesty, as if a true immortal has descended upon the world. From this, one can imagine how strong Huang Quan's heart was when he achieved enlightenment through meditation.

  Dare to compete with the immortals!

  I'd like to ask, in this cultivation world, how many people can reach such a state of mind?

  Among the countless living beings born in this world, who doesn't have a deep-seated fear of the immortals? In the mortal realm, imperial families build temples to worship the immortals and seek blessings from heaven. Merchants and travelers offer incense and prayers for peace. In the realm of cultivators, every record about the immortals is revered, and the power of the immortals has long been deeply ingrained in people's hearts. Yet, Huang Quan Lao Xian was able to break through this fear, stand tall with a statue of himself alongside the immortals, and reach a state of mind that would make later generations admire him.

  Ding Yan walked over, a strand of yuan force transformed and emerged, wrapping up the painting scroll, and putting it into his sleeve.

  This painting is indeed a great treasure.

  If other scattered immortals in the city of injustice came here, they would not take this painting away, because with their realm, they could not see the meaning implied in the painting. After taking the painting, Ding Yan's eyes scanned a circle in the quiet room and found that there was no elixir, and the Huangquan Treasure also had no whereabouts.

  "That's strange." Ding Yan furrowed his brow.

  In divination, he clearly saw that the relic of Huang Quan Old Immortal was in this Wheel of Rebirth Temple. Strangely, no matter how hard he searched, he couldn't find where the treasure was located.

  In vain, the city above, the dark sky, has become even more chaotic. Thunderclouds are shuttling back and forth, as if they will tear apart the heavens at any moment. Faintly visible, one can still see giant thunder dragons roaming about. Azure blue lightning arcs, flashing longer and longer...

  The Scattered Immortal Calamity is a heavenly calamity that descends upon the world after a Scattered Immortal breaks through to a higher realm. The longer it brews, the greater its power will be.

  According to Ding Yan's estimation, his 19-day tribulation should have been brewing for half a day. Generally speaking, during this half-day period, people who are about to undergo the tribulation will start setting up their formation, refining their magical tools, and even preparing restorative elixirs. But Ding Yan didn't make any preparations at all.

  Because he was a hundred percent sure he could get through this heavenly calamity.

  This is not arrogance, but confidence!

  But all the great powers, which one does not have this fearless heart. They are fearless of heaven and earth, firmly believing in their own strength. It is precisely because of this that these people can stand out among the crowd, become a great power admired by everyone.

  Moreover, in Ding Yan's perception, there were dozens of powerful auras gathering in this direction. If all these people came, it would be even more troublesome to obtain the things left behind by Huang Quan Old Immortal, and many variables might arise out of thin air.

  "It must have been something that was missed." Ding Yan walked back into the hall once again, gazing at the statue.

  The immortal old sage of the Yellow Spring sits upright, like an undying true immortal, inspiring reverence. Below, the ancient bronze tripod furnace appears somewhat dilapidated without the elixir's transformation of bamboo fragrance, with broken green stripes on its surface. On another side is a pale yellow curtain hanging down, revealing a hint of antiquity.

  Rumble!!!

  At the same time that Ding was thinking, a remote school field in the inner city suddenly exploded, and the bluestone slabs on the ground were blown open. Xiao Chunshui emerged from it with a pale face, and behind him, a black air mass followed like a dark wind.

  "Finally got it...... Haha, finally got this thing!" Xiao Chunshui's right hand was holding a small seal.

  The small seal is like jade, palm-sized, with dragon embroidery on it. A faint blue aura envelops it.

  "With this thing, the Nineteen Scattered Immortal Calamities can be overcome with just a wave of my hand!" Xiao Chunshui glanced at the black shadow behind him and suddenly disregarded the consumption of his vital energy, spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood.

  Blood Escape!

  As soon as he escaped, Xia Chunshui's speed suddenly increased tenfold, transforming into a bloody awn, fleeing towards the core of Wangsi City...

  In his understanding, ahead of him was an ancient teleportation array that could transport him to the outside world.

  The dark shadow stopped after losing track of Xiao Chunshui, standing far away. On the right arm of the dark shadow, a half-corpsed body was dripping with fresh blood. From the clothes on the corpse, it could be vaguely seen that this person was the Lianqi disciple who had just followed Xiao Chunshui into the underground passage not long ago.

  Ahhhhh!!!!!

  Dragging the corpse, the dark shadow let out a fierce howl.

  On another street, the eerie Taoist who was originally killing people heard the voice and stopped in his tracks. He let out a loud laugh and suddenly ignored the remaining people, transforming into a black shadow that fled towards the direction of the other black shadow. The eerie Taoist's speed was extremely fast, and he arrived at the location of the other black shadow in just a few breaths.

  The black shadow stood still, as if waiting for the arrival of a mysterious Taoist.

  The Taoist priest burst out laughing.

  One step forward, two steps back!

  At the same time, the half corpse in Heiying's hand suddenly exploded, turning into a bloody mist that merged into his body.

  Bone, flesh and soul, all return as one!

  In an instant, the eerie Taoist seemed to be distorted, with a blood cloud descending from the sky. The face of the eerie Taoist changed at a visible speed, his originally pale complexion began to regain vitality, although somewhat pale, but no longer as terrifying as before, his dry hair transformed into crimson red under the shroud of evil energy.

  "Hahaha...... I, the Blood Dao person, have finally been reborn.... Yellow Spring, you ultimately lost to me!!!!!!" After the mysterious Taoist's bones and flesh merged as one, his memories were completely restored, and he remembered his former magical name.

  Blood Path Person! With blood as foundation, attain the Devil's Power.

  In the past, he roamed the world, killing countless people. He was finally defeated by Huang Quan Old Immortal and had his bones, flesh, and soul separated and suppressed in the City of Wrongful Death. As time passed, Huang Quan Old Immortal became one with nature, and the seal he had laid down also gradually weakened. Even the objects used to suppress him were transformed into spiritual energy, flowing into the cycle of reincarnation.

  At the moment of Xue Dao Ren's rebirth, everyone in the inner city who had died unjustly felt that aura of utmost evil and cruelty.

  "What kind of person's aura is this?"

  "Too scary..."

  "I seem to have seen a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood."

  ......

  Reincarnation

  The corner of the god's mouth suddenly overflowed with a thread of fresh blood, and then the god statue exploded loudly. The flying right arm condensed into an illusory handprint in mid-air, striking out a gray symbol. The symbol paused in mid-air for a moment before transforming into a flowing light that directly merged into Ding Yan's flesh below...