The First Demon of the Chan Sect-Chapter 128 - 74: Sitting on a Mountain of Treasure Unaware
Chapter 128: Chapter 74: Sitting on a Mountain of Treasure Unaware
"Oh!" Netherworld River, with a trace of delight on his face, heard Li Qingming’s words and said, "I didn’t expect Fellow Daoist to know about the ’Blood Slaughter Karma Fire’?"
Li Qingming shook his head and said indifferently, "Hehe, as for anything in this world that is related to the word ’innate,’ this poor Daoist knows a thing or two!"
Netherworld River looked at Li Qingming with great interest, beckoned with his hand, and the brightly colored blood-red flame leaped onto Netherworld River’s palm. Holding up the flame in his hand, Netherworld River asked, "Fellow Daoist, can you tell me what use this Blood Slaughter Karma Fire has?"
Li Qingming smiled proudly and said, "The Blood Slaughter Karma Fire is extremely fierce, known to burn through the Primordial realm. Once a living being’s Primordial Spirit falls into it and endures the burning, in a blink of an eye, it would transform into the exceedingly pure Power of the Primordial Spirit! Those encumbered with heavy karma, upon contact, will perish immediately; even the Primordial Spirit will be burned to nothingness, dissipating into the Primordial Heaven and Earth!"
Netherworld River nodded in appreciation and said, "Fellow Daoist is truly talented! Worthy of being from the Sanqing Sect!"
Li Qingming glanced at the corpse of the Six-winged Demon Mosquito on the ground and said, "Could Fellow Daoist grant this object to this poor Daoist?"
Netherworld River waved his hand and laughed heartily, "Hahaha, why speak so formally, Fellow Daoist! If it weren’t for you, I might still not know that such a beast was stirring trouble in my Daoist rite! If Fellow Daoist wants it, just take it! Hahaha!"
Li Qingming bowed deeply and said, "In that case, this poor Daoist will not decline anymore! Thank you, Fellow Daoist!"
Netherworld River dared not accept Li Qingming’s bow, hastily leaping aside and saying, "Hahaha, Fellow Daoist is too polite! How can I sincerely befriend Fellow Daoist if you act like this?"
Li Qingming smiled faintly, collected the husk of the Six-winged Demon Mosquito, and as he and Netherworld River exchanged glances, they both felt a much closer connection.
"Fellow Daoist, you seem to have gained even more than this poor Daoist every time!" Li Qingming put away the Leaving Fire Array and pulled Netherworld River straight southwest towards the Blood Sea.
"How do you mean, Fellow Daoist? The Six-winged Demon Mosquito was gained by you. I’ve exhausted much Heart Power only to act as your bridesmaid, yet you jest at me, truly you’ve hurt my heart!" Netherworld River made an exaggerated heartbroken expression that could even make the best Oscar-winning actor bow down in defeat.
Li Qingming looked at Netherworld River speechlessly for a long while, and without turning his head, flew away. He thought to himself, "So this guy is actually this sly; I really thought him a cold-blooded killer influenced by the Blood Sea. Alas, I was blind as a bat!"
In just the time it takes to make a cup of tea, the two crossed over a trench in the southwest of the Blood Sea and arrived at a place similar to a valley on land.
Here, the sky was a soft pale red. Looking into the distance, the dome of the sky gradually faded from overhead, turning into a faint blue mist where the sky met the horizon.
Looking further into the distance, water rippled gently, crimson birds flew amongst the blood-colored lotuses, and the rich Spiritual Energy filled the entire valley, with countless red beasts running and frolicking.
A soft red mist rose from the riverbank, and the not-too-tall mountains were coated with a pale red hue, the red mist rendering everything hazy and enchanting.
The furthest area was a small basin constantly emitting bursting red mist, seemingly blocked by something, unable to spread beyond an area of ten meters.
One would find it hard to believe, were it not seen with one’s own eyes, that this place akin to a blessed land of Immortals could actually be at the bottom of the Blood Sea!
"This is the Blood Sea?" Netherworld River felt an urge to slap himself hard in the face, refusing to believe that within this Blood Sea, there was an uncharted virgin land unbeknownst to him.
Li Qingming, helplessly rolling his eyes, pointed at the basin where the red mist was rolling and said, "Fellow Daoist, let’s talk about this later! I am quite curious, what is that over there?"
Netherworld River then remembered the purpose of their trip and, like a sword, charged toward the basin. Today’s shocks were too much, and he had no time yet to digest them. freewёbnoνel.com
Originally, for someone of Quasi-Saint capability, no matter the place or environment, the eyes may deceive, but the Primordial Spirit could not be fooled. In unknown lands, a sweep of the Primordial Spirit is often all it takes to know all. Yet at this moment, the two of them could not even say their sight was obstructed by this fog-like substance, let alone their Primordial Spirit’s power, which could hardly get close. As soon as it approached, it would be directly assimilated and absorbed by the mist!
Feeling the relentless erosion of his Primordial Spirit’s power, Li Qingming’s heart was like a terrifying tsunami, "With a Primordial Spirit comparable to the middle stage of a Sub-Saint, I can’t even get close. What in the world is being nurtured here?"
"Bang!"
At the same time, a terrifying killing intent soared into the sky! The dreadful power swept all the weapons within the entire basin clean. For the first time, the two of them could see the scene inside with their naked eyes.
Inside the basin was a pond of deep red water, piercing to the core, and in the middle of the pond bloomed a tender, dewy, flame-red lotus, proudly displaying its splendid form. The lotus was gigantic, with a diameter of a good several feet. Lotus leaves as large as palm-leaf fans covered the surface of the pond, and every so often bursts of refreshing fragrance filled the air, clearly indicating that a mature Innate Spirit Root was present!
"Twelve-Grade Karma Fire Red Lotus!" Li Qingming, staring at the lotus before him, suddenly found it hard to breathe, his eyeballs nearly popping out!
"Do you recognize this object, Fellow Daoist?" Although Netherworld River knew it was a good thing, he did not know what it was.
"Hu hu!" Forcefully exhaling two breaths of turbid air, Li Qingming, filled with jealousy, glanced sideways at Minghe and with deep resentment said, "This object is none other than the Innate Spiritual Treasure ’Twelve-Grade Karma Fire Red Lotus’!"
Netherworld River was puzzled as to why Li Qingming wore an expression of envy, jealousy, and hatred, but soon, he was almost excited to the point of spitting blood.
Li Qingming continued, "The Pan Gu God was nurtured within the Thirty-Sixth Grade Chaotic Green Lotus and after Pan Gu opened the heavens, the Thirty-Sixth Grade Chaotic Green Lotus divided into the Twelve-Grade Merit Golden Lotus, 12th Grade Creation Green Lotus, 12th Grade Pure World White Lotus, 12th Grade Annihilation Prison Black Lotus, and Twelve-Grade Karma Fire Red Lotus. These five Twelve-grade Lotuses possess supreme defense along with their own exquisite features. Among them, the Golden Lotus was obtained by the leader, the Qing (clean and clear) was attained by The Three Pure Ones, the Black Lotus fell into Luo Hou’s possession, and after the Dragon Han Calamity, it was lost to the Primordial world. Only the White and Red Lotuses were without a trace! I did not expect that the Twelve-Grade Karma Fire Red Lotus would actually be hidden deep within your Netherworld Blood Sea! Fellow Daoist, you really have good fortune!"
What a shameless guy, he himself obtained the Twelve-Grade Pure World White Lotus, yet still claimed they were lost.
Upon hearing this, Netherworld River’s eyes blazed with fire, his face filled with excitement, and he said in a low voice, "I never imagined that my Netherworld Blood Sea could nurture such an Innate Spiritual Treasure. The Heavenly Dao has not been unkind to me!"
Li Qingming disdainfully glanced at him and said, "Fellow Daoist, take a good look! It’s not just the Twelve-Grade Karma Fire Red Lotus! Floating above the water pond are also a scythe, a mirror, a ceremonial tablet, flags, a gourd!"
"Ah?" Preoccupied with the contemplation of refining the treasures, Netherworld River realized only then, his gaze now fixating on the five Spiritual Treasures floating above the pond. He stood there stupefied for a long while before finally roaring maniacally, "By the Tao Ancestor above, this, this is truly unbelievable!"
Li Qingming looked at Netherworld River, who seemed almost mad, and thought to himself: "The poor child must have been scared by poverty! Understandably so, ever since he was born, he has only had two pitiable treasures - Yuan Tu and Avici - and has suffered many a hard day. Suddenly seeing so many Spiritual Treasures, naturally, he would be overjoyed. It’s understandable, understandable!"
Pausing in thought, Li Qingming then reached out to tug at Netherworld River’s sleeve and said, "Fellow Daoist, Fellow Daoist!"
"Ah?" Netherworld River, redirecting his gaze that was fixed on those treasured Spiritual Treasures, looked at Li Qingming puzzledly and asked, "What is it?"
Li Qingming pointed towards the terrifying Blood Evil Qi encompassing a ten-zhang radius and said, "According to me, it would be better for you to think about how to resolve this troublesome killing intent and Array!"
Looking at the boundless Killing Array before him, Netherworld River was full of hesitation. This Killing Array was definitely not simple, with the physically manifest killing intent likely on par with a single Extermination Immortal Formation Gate. Taking a closer look, it seemed as though the Array was naturally formed. Taking the Karma Fire Red Lotus in the center as the Array’s eye, the scythe-like Magic Treasure served as the lethal weapon, anchoring the entire Great Formation’s Blood Evil Qi. Supported by the mirror, the flags, the ceremonial tablet, and the gourd at the four gates of the Great Formation, it was extraordinarily formidable!
After pacing outside the Array for a long time, Netherworld River still did not know whether to enter or stay out. With such entities at the helm capable of entrapping Sub-Saints, wouldn’t he be courting death to enter with merely his Quasi-Saint level Cultivation?
Having no other choice, Netherworld River turned his gaze to Li Qingming, his face filled with bitterness, and pleaded, "I implore Fellow Daoist to help me break this Formation!"
