Chapter 43: Blood Pool

  The entire cave was filled with a bloody mist, but it was being constantly swallowed up by Ji Tian.

  "This killing intent is still not enough" Ji Tian raised his hands and a large amount of blood water from the Blood Pool surged towards him.

  That corpse king roared as he tried to suppress the constantly gushing blood water, but that suction force was far beyond his control.

  The Corpse King's eyes saw his own cultivation being taken away, and he was furious. With a wave of his hand, a ball of yellow mud burst out from the bottom of the blood pool, emitting a fierce stench.

  Then the essence of his whole body burst forth, and then all the blood in the entire blood pool quickly merged into the yellow mud.

  That muddy water kept changing, condensing into a giant with a ferocious face, with thick corpse water flowing all over its body, every drop melting the hard pool bottom into a pit.

  The giant opened his eyes and said angrily: "Who disturbed my sleep?"

  Ji Tian looked at the yellow mud path in front of him and said, "It's just a split body, yet it dares to shout in front of me."

  "It was you who ruined my descendants, unforgivable."

  Ji Tian coldly laughed and said: "A body full of evil smell, truly makes people extremely disgusted, kill!" Then with a single arm, he sent out a punch, the fist wind was like a knife, the fist strength was like a mountain, the sound was like thunder, pressing down on that yellow mud man.

  Maybe the mud man didn't expect Ji Tian to attack suddenly, or maybe his reaction was slower.

  That illusory fist directly pierced its own chest, and yellow corpse water splashed everywhere.

  However, the fist hole was gradually covered with silt left behind.

  "This bit of power is nothing against mine, die!" A huge yellow palm, slapped towards Ji Tian, with yellow corpse water dripping down.

  Ji Tian didn't know if his killing aura and the protective layer of condensed yin energy could withstand the corpse water. This guy was definitely more powerful than the Corpse King, so he hastily retreated to the side with Mo Long.

  The giant muddy man saw the quiet sky and fled out of the cave, turning into a mudslide that rolled towards the two.

  Jian Tian saw that the cave was narrow, and such a fight would definitely affect the magic dragon in cultivation. He hurriedly cast a seal to protect the magic dragon first. Stretching out his hand, he punched the top of the cave, and instantly stones flew everywhere, forming a deep and profound rock cave. The falling rocks were swallowed up by the mudslides one after another.

  The mudslide stirred up a massive wave of heaven, directly rushing towards the quiet sky.

  Ji Tian knew it was hard to dodge, so he quickly threw the magic dragon towards the top of the cave, his whole body wrapped in killing intent, and a black long sword condensed in his hand, slashing towards Ni Lang.

  The mud wave was instantly cut into two segments, Ji Tian burst through the middle, turned his hand and slashed out nine sword auras, which evolved into eighty-one sword auras, cutting the entire muddy water into fragments.

  A mass of sludge writhed and twisted, piecing together to form a grotesque giant, who let out a mighty roar: "Oooo..."

  The entire person's qi is continuously rising, casting a human-shaped shadow behind them, emitting divine thoughts.

  "You make me so angry, you..."

  "Necromancy"

  Ji Tian didn't bother with it, stretched out his hand and used a divine technique. A black hole suddenly appeared in the mountain cave, transforming into an invisible ripple that attacked the phantom.

  That illusory shadow was instantly surrounded by a cold and gloomy power, constantly devouring the divine consciousness that manifested the illusory shadow.

  Ji Tian didn't stop, his palms continuously attacking, the entire mud body was blown to pieces. Due to the Mudman's divine consciousness being restrained by the Death Spirit Technique, the lumps of rotten mud on the ground gradually transformed into yellow corpse water, slowly flowing away.

  The divine sense that was constantly being attacked by the Death Spirit Technique gradually withered away, and Ji Tianyuan's primordial spirit sucked in, causing the illusory shadow to continuously draw closer to himself.

  "You dare to swallow me, I will make you die a terrible death."

  The quiet sky tells it with action, no matter if it wants to swallow you or search for your memories.

  Jian Tian's eyebrows furrowed, and he couldn't refine it after all. Could it be that this strand of divine consciousness still had a great origin, and his own realm was fundamentally unable to refine the opponent.

  Can't refine then suppress.

  A golden tide of consciousness surged and wove into a golden net that wrapped tightly around that strand of divine awareness.

  Turned into a yellow stream of water, not stagnant water, this is its true body Huangquan origin.

  Ji Tian pondered, this origin seemed very familiar, with an extraordinary background.

  It's necessary to try and refine it slowly, it will definitely be beneficial for perfecting Pangu's residual soul memory.

  Pangu's residual soul has forgotten too many things, and can't even gather a complete set of cultivation methods. If it weren't for the residual soul of the Nine-Headed Barbarian Lion, I would still be wandering in confusion, constantly searching for the Soul Fire, slowly upgrading my Yuan Shen, and who knows when I'll see results from my cultivation.

  At this time, the residual soul in the black relic scolded in the depths of the sea of consciousness, saying that if I hadn't given you my original source of soul power, you would be nothing like this. In the past, you were afraid that I would set a trap for you and refused to accept it even with your life.

  You don't need to play any tricks, you will definitely walk on the path I have chosen.

  Pangu's residual soul was calculated in the battle of Tan Water, and his soul power was lost. Now only consciousness remains, without any soul power, dwelling in the depths of Ji Tian's sea of consciousness.

  On the edge of this space, there is a yellow stream suspended in mid-air, stretching vertically. Next to it stands a giant stone monument, ancient and desolate, with the two characters "You Ming" inscribed on it. This place has always been known as the Sealed Space by Ji Tian, and it is also called You Ming Land.

  This yellow stream is the Yellow Spring of Nine Serenities, it is the connection between the Sea of Blood and the Netherworld, and also the only passage to leave the Netherworld.

  In the Yellow Spring, a congenital divine spirit was gestating, not yet fully awakened, but he could feel his divine consciousness being sealed, and suddenly became furious, stirring up waves of yellow giant waves.

  The howling sound made the undead creatures around them tremble with fear, and they were terrified all day long.

  This blood pool is one of the ninety-nine in this desolate land, a method to enhance the cultivation of Huang Quan's condensed and divided body.

  I had originally planned to wait until the time of gestation and shell formation, recall the eighty-one divided bodies, and make a breakthrough in the cultivation of Golden Immortal. Who would have thought that someone else sealed one of my divine consciousnesses?

  These innate divine spirits had the cultivation of Golden Immortals from the moment they took shape (referring to their ability to quickly absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to achieve the cultivation of Golden Immortals). They were all nurtured by the Heavenly Way, but before taking shape, they only had a powerful divine consciousness, which could at most condense into their own physical body's Yellow Spring, unable to leave their physical body. (Cultivation levels of the Immortal Path: Heavenly Immortals, Golden Immortals, Taiyi Golden Immortals, Daluo Golden Immortals, Quasi-Saints (beheading one corpse, two corpses), Hunyuan Daluo Golden Immortals (perfection can infinitely approach Sainthood))

  Ji Tian vaguely felt a soul howl in the mountain cave that made his heart palpitate, could it be related to the divine consciousness he sealed.

  This cave must have its peculiarities to be sensed by this divine consciousness. The Soul Gathering Array above the Blood Pool was returned by myself, but it can condense soul power. Besides my own cultivation of the Summoning Technique, is there also a naturally born object nurtured by the Heavenly Dao?

  Is it at the bottom of the blood pool?

  Ji Tian clenched his right fist, wrapped in a layer of spiritual energy, and struck the pool bottom that had already been dyed red.

  A sharp fist wind stirred, and the entire pool bottom was blasted into a huge deep pit.

  No, then another punch.

  No, Jing Tian felt something was off. Had he been shattered by his own fist power? It was impossible that he hadn't sensed any other energy fluctuations.

  The third punch, Ji Tian was disappointed. Had he misjudged himself? This divine consciousness had chosen this place because of the Soul Gathering Array; that Soul Gathering Array could condense souls. What a mistake! He should have carefully considered it, and in doing so, he would have obtained an array technique no weaker than his own Summoning Soul Technique.

  By refining a soul-calling banner by oneself, its power will definitely be greatly increased.

  Regret, endless regret.

  The demon dragon looked at the quiet sky from the cave on the top of the cliff, its heart racing with excitement. It had refined the dragon soul and added a part to its own heritage, deepening its understanding of heaven, earth, and the Tao. As long as it had enough heavenly power, its cultivation would definitely be greatly improved.

  And the dragon's entire skeleton was now enveloped in a red mist of blood, this layer of blood mist wasn't a protective magical cloud, it truly and actually covered the bones, like a layer of flesh and blood.

  But the more I cultivate, the more I fear Ji Tian.

  Ji Tian glanced over and saw the still trembling Magic Dragon, his expression changed as he coldly said: "A useless piece of trash"

  The demon dragon was probably stabbed with its own proud soul, and its entire demeanor changed. A tyrannical aura that looked down on the world emerged, and with a sweep of its dragon tail, it cut off the entire mountain top.

  "Remember, I don't need trash, nor do I need you to cower in fear. If I feel you're useless again, next time I'll devour you."

  The dragon proudly raised its majestic head and let out a long roar towards the sky.

  Jian Tian's eyes flashed, his gaze directly fixed on the falling boulder, where a red strange glow was emanating.

  The demon dragon hurried forward and searched around, exclaiming in surprise: "A crystal stone, with such a rich spiritual energy inside."

  "After some thought, he exclaimed: 'Could it be the Blood Soul Stone, a concentration of soul power between heaven and earth, which can condense the soul and absorb blood energy, and after refining, extract the power of the soul from it.'"

  In the stillness of his heart, a sudden movement occurred. Could it be that the black stone he possessed was also a Soul Stone, one that absorbed death energy, yin energy, and even killing intent? It had simply further condensed to produce a strand of Pangu's bone marrow, or perhaps it was formed under the specific environment of that water pool.

  I must first study that black stone thoroughly, and my own cultivation may rely on it entirely.

  Ji Tian said to Mo Long: "Hurry up and refine this Blood Soul Stone, remember I don't raise useless people."

  The demon dragon didn't feel any discomfort. He knew that Ji Tian was being good to him, or else he might have forgotten that he was a dragon, a real dragon.

  Only knowing how to wag its tail and beg for pity, becoming someone else's puppet, a useless puppet.

  The days of being a puppet have worn away one's sharpness, worn away one's pride, and also that self-respect.

  I want to be strong, I want to dominate the world, not just in this sealed space, but also across the entire Desolate Continent.