Chapter 89: The Magic Stele

  After a palm shattered the seal, the blood aura on Blood Path's right arm silently dissipated, and his arm that had transformed into white bones gradually returned to normal. Glancing at the shattered gate, Blood Path swept his sleeve and stepped into the Wheel of Reincarnation Hall.

  As he entered the Wheel of Rebirth, the Blood Path cultivator found himself surrounded by a white mist that obscured everything from view.

  "Interlocking Seals!" The Blood Path cultivator's body shone with flashing blood thorns, protecting himself.

  Huangquan Old Immortal cultivated for a lifetime, mastering the linked seals. As his place of ascension, how could there be no seals? The Blood Path cultivator forcibly broke through the outer seals, naturally triggering the hidden seals within the Wheel of Rebirth.

  "Huang Quan old ghost, you're dead and still want to plot against me!" The Blood Path cultivator swept his gaze around, his heart filled with extreme anger.

  These restrictions obviously exist for him. Because the internal restrictions clearly imply a force that restrains blood energy.

  "I don't believe this broken seal can trap me without your control!" As soon as the Blood Path's words were spoken, a terrifying bloody aura appeared around his body.

  Endless blood seas emerged, forming a massive blood dragon vortex, roaring out, endless killing intent, condensed around the blood dragon vortex, transformed into intangible sword energy, stabbing towards the surrounding seals. Under the powerful force, the seals within the Wheel of Reincarnation began to show cracks, and then, fragmented areas appeared...

  Bang...

  Also don't know how long it took, a crisp sound.

  The shackles of the cycle of reincarnation were completely shattered, and everything within the cycle returned to normal.

  The Blood Path cultivator who had just escaped from his predicament hadn't even had time to feel relieved when he saw the shattered image of Huang Quan Lao Xian above him... The shattering of the statue meant that something left behind by Huang Quan Lao Xian had been taken away.

  "Who?! Who dares to steal from me?! I will tear him into a million pieces!!!"

  The Blood Path cultivator was enraged and let out a loud roar, striking out with his palm.

  Endless blood can directly turn the already cracked god statue above into powder.

  Buzz!!!!!

  The moment the deity exploded, a cyan light burst into the sky. At the entrance, the seal that had been shattered by the Blood Path cultivator reappeared, and countless fragments of cyan light gathered together again, attaching themselves to the seal and forming a cyan light shield. The symbols within it became even more complex.

  "What a mess!" The Blood Path cultivator and Huang Quan Old Immortal had been fighting for their entire lives, but upon seeing this scene, they immediately turned around and tried to fly away.

  However, as he approached the exit, a massive force came from the blue forbidden symbol and sent him flying back.

  The cyclical view has become a closed prison.

  "Seal off all escape routes!" The Blood Path's face turned red with rage.

  "Huang Quan old devil, this demon will crush your bones and scatter your ashes..."

  In the aftermath of anger, the strength of the Blood Path people burst out without any concealment, endless killing intent, as if breaking through the ban, illuminated the entire city of futile death...

  Ding Yan's expression changed slightly as he saw this scene while rushing over.

  "What a terrible aura."

  Although he didn't know why the other party stayed there, Ding Yan didn't have time to think much and swiftly headed towards the location of the storage space like a ghost.

  Futile City, Core.

  The strange glow on the altar became more and more eerie, as if a demon shadow was reviving from it.

  Rumble...

  It was unknown how much time had passed when, within the altar, a strange and eerie aura suddenly burst forth. Immediately following this, a gigantic magical stele emerged from within the altar, shooting straight up into the sky. At that moment, everyone, whether they were in the outer domain, inner city, or core of the Death City, saw the gigantic magical stele.

  On the magical stele, ghostly patterns flicker, as if recording ancient secrets, yet no one can see them clearly.

  "This is the Soul-Gathering Stele!" The fleeing Huangfu Ming stopped in his tracks and a look of terror appeared on his face.

  At the moment of the giant demon stele, Huangfu Ming recognized its origin at a glance. Having cultivated the Soul Extraction Technique, he was extremely sensitive to souls. When the demon stele appeared, he clearly saw strands of soul energy transformed into ethereal threads flying towards the stele and merging with it.

  These souls are all the residual spirits of the monks who died in the wrong death city this time.

  Nourish your soul with stele, absorb the vitality of life!

  Amongst the fears, a fearful thought emerged in Huangfu Ming's mind.

  "This city of wrongful death, isn't it the burial ground of some extraordinary person... Absorbing residual souls to nourish the demon stele, transmitting life force for its rebirth... These rioters, from start to finish, are just a scam, deceiving people into coming in to provide life force for this demon stele..."

  ......

  Outside the domain, a headless ancient corpse stops in its tracks and walks towards the direction of the core city, numbly. In a desolate land, a seductive ancient corpse emerges from an iron coffin. In a treacherous forest, countless withered leaves begin to gather and transform into a humanoid creature. On barren ground, a seductive skull crawls out from a grave...

  Ding Yan finally found the location of Huang Quan Old Immortal's storage space.

  Standing at the entrance, Ding Yan waved his right hand, and a talisman appeared on his palm. A stream of yuan energy flowed into the talisman. In an instant, a brilliant green light burst forth, and the talisman began to rotate in Ding Yan's palm. A mysterious power, as if connected to some secret realm, emitted a soft hum, and then a distorted spatial force suddenly appeared, pulling Ding Yan inside.

  When Ding Yan came back to his senses, he found himself in another place.

  This is a pitch-black space.

  There are many things stored in the space.

  Like a mountain of yuan stones, nearly ten thousand law instruments, and countless secret records of kung fu. Unfortunately, the power within them has long since dissipated, the yuan stones have turned into ordinary rocks, the law instruments have become rusty and useless relics that can't even compare to ordinary swords, the only things still somewhat useful are those dusty old books.

  "How could this be?"

  Storage space, a world that exists independently. If there are no special circumstances, the things inside will not change even if they are placed for 100,000 years. But now, all the things in it have become waste products.

  Ding Yan walked over and picked up a calabaza-shaped musical instrument.

  Crunch...

  The gourd-shaped instrument had long since rotted away and shattered into pieces the moment Ding Yan's right hand touched it.

  Ding Yan was not satisfied, and took several more magical instruments, but they all shattered.

  "It seems that the power inside these things has been absorbed by something." Holding a fist-sized stone, Ding Yan sank into deep thought.

  This stone was supposed to be a top-grade yuan stone, but now the power inside has long since dissipated, turning it into an ordinary stone. After picking up the only useful manual of kung fu secrets and putting it in his sleeve, Ding Yan walked along the small path, heading deeper.

  Since this is a storage space, the most precious things must be inside.

  All the way, Ding Yan didn't know how many spiritual flowers and strange grasses he had seen. Unfortunately, all of these things withered away, including the precious tree beside him which had already died. The yellow leaves fell all over the path.