I Have A Qi Fortune Altar-Chapter 773 - 472: The Mystery of Chen Yuan’s Origin! (Must-see at the beginning of the month, seeking Monthly Tickets!)_3

Chapter 773: Chapter 472: The Mystery of Chen Yuan’s Origin! (Must-see at the beginning of the month, seeking Monthly Tickets!)_3

Everything was in a fight.

They had all turned into mindless wild beasts.

Chen Yuan did not try to save anyone, acting purely like a bystander.

These people were unrelated to him; he only needed to save Shangguan Yu, nothing else mattered. All he had to do was wait patiently for these people to finish fighting.

Blood sprayed across Changkong, cries of agony never ceased.

From the moment these people entered the Secret Realm to the point of waging a life-and-death battle, it only took a mere hundred breaths. If they were to come to their senses,

they probably wouldn’t realize this fact themselves.

"Brother Chen, did you know beforehand that something was wrong here?"

Suddenly, the previously crazed Liu Zhenzong quickly regained his composure, looked around, and fixed his gaze on Chen Yuan, involuntarily asking.

"Brother Liu, what makes you say that?"

Chen Yuan’s eyebrows raised, seemingly a bit surprised.

Liu Zhenzong stared at Chen Yuan and said solemnly:

"Brother Shangguan didn’t come in, he must have been advised by you, right?"

"Brother Liu is correct."

"Since you knew, Brother Chen, why did you still enter? And... it seems like you are quite happy to watch these people slaughter each other. Could it be that, there’s some issue with you too?"

Liu Zhenzong stared intently at Chen Yuan, ready to act without hesitation if he got a definite answer.

"Brother Liu is mistaken. I merely felt something was off earlier, and considering Brother Shangguan’s strength, it wasn’t suitable for him to enter, as he only possesses a Void Core. Therefore, I came in to investigate. Moreover, Brother Liu, you are wrong about something,

this place’s weirdness is obviously related to Tang Xianzhuo, not me."

"Hm? You mean, Brother Chen..."

"Do you see his corpse on the ground or his figure in the void?" Chen Yuan said lightly.

Liu Zhenzong surveyed his surroundings solemnly; indeed, he did not see Tang Xianzhuo’s figure, which gradually made him believe Chen Yuan’s words, muttering lowly:

"It was wrong of me to misjudge you, Brother Chen."

"No harm done, it’s human nature. I am rather curious, though, why weren’t you affected, Brother Liu?" Chen Yuan asked, scrutinizing Liu Zhenzong.

Could he also be unaffected by this place like him?

After pondering for a moment, Liu Zhenzong explained:

"I am unaffected due to a family heirloom Spiritual Object I possess. Is it not the same for you, Brother Chen?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Yuan smiled:

"The same."

Liu Zhenzong nodded his head, without suspicion, as he couldn’t imagine any other possibility. He then changed the subject, asking: "Brother Chen, why do you think Tang Xianzhuo killed so many powerful figures here? Does the Tang Sect not wish to survive?"

"Who can know these things?"

Seeing Chen Yuan’s lack of interest, Liu Zhenzong also turned silent, being naturally taciturn and not prone to asking too many questions, just curious.

Chen Yuan’s disinterest stemmed from his realization of the anomaly in this place. As more corpses fell from the void, the ground began to change.

The bodies were visibly transforming into mummies at a horrific rate, with all their blood being drawn towards the ground as if being pulled by something.

And as the fighting above grew more terrifying, the ground kept changing.

The calm ground was, at this moment before the eyes of Chen Yuan and Liu Zhenzong, churning.

It was bulging around the edges and sinking in the middle.

Like a... pond.

Pond!!!

Chen Yuan suddenly felt a chill before his eyes.

The congealed pond was about three meters high and more than ten meters wide, and inside the pond was... blood....

"Brother Chen, this is... the Blood Pond!"

Liu Zhenzong suddenly said.

"Could it be that Tang Xianzhuo has already sided with the Demon Dao?"

In the minds of many martial artists from Jianghu, the ’Blood Pond’ was something crafted only by Demon Dao practitioners for the purpose of cultivation.

Chen Yuan didn’t answer him, as his entire focus was on the Blood Pond before them, which was gradually evolving, its surroundings transforming into slabs of bluestone.

Mysterious runes were engraved on it, and they were currently emitting light.

Under the activation of the Heavenly Eye Pupil Technique, Chen Yuan could see strands of green Qi Fortune light emerging from within the Blood Pond—it was an opportunity! This was indeed an opportunity!

The martial artists above were merely nourishment for the Blood Pond.

In the void, martial artists continued to fall, but it was almost at an end, as only four people remained standing, each one of them a formidable opponent!

They were engaged in their final battle.

Terrifying Sword Light continuously erupted in this confined space, and waves of palm prints and Fist Power were relentlessly striking, treating each other as mortal enemies.

The first one began to fall; his head was cleaved off by a Sword Qi, and he helplessly plummeted into the Blood Pond. Upon entering the Blood Pond, his body dissolved at a rapid pace.

In just a blink of an eye, he disappeared, leaving Liu Zhenzong’s gaze filled with sheer horror, struck by the ominous nature of the Blood Pond.

Yet those above seemed completely oblivious to the Blood Pond, as warriors continued to fall one after another, until, in the end, only one ax-wielding powerhouse was left.

Chen Yuan and Liu Zhenzong both recognized him, ranked twenty-seven on the Fengyun List, Blood Axe, Pan Feng!

He looked up to the sky and laughed heartily, shouting that the opportunity to become an Immortal was his. He paid no heed to his injuries, and then he plunged headfirst into the Blood Pond and vanished...

As almost everyone was nearly dead, Chen Yuan glanced at Liu Zhenzong and, after pondering for a moment, began walking toward the Blood Pond. As he approached closer,

Liu Zhenzong hurriedly warned:

"Brother Chen, this Blood Pond is ominous, you must absolutely not enter!"

Chen Yuan ignored him, merely flashing him a smile, then slowly stepped into the Blood Pond, submerging most of his torso; simultaneously, a deep agitation sprang from within him, which seemed to be... from his bloodline.

At that very moment, Moluo’s voice echoed in Chen Yuan’s ears: freēwēbηovel.c૦m

"Monk has already guessed your origin."

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