This humble Taoist priest, Qianhe, begins his quest for immortality by slaying demons and monsters.

The divine senses, both belonging to the Yuan Shen realm, began to clash at Maoshan, but both sides quickly withdrew.

Same ancestry!

Upon realizing this problem, the five primordial spirit masters in the Nine Heavens Longevity Palace all stood up.

At the same time, figures landed on Maoshan.

Shi Jian was among this group of people. After arriving on Maoshan's territory, he couldn't help but look around at everything. Maoshan was extraordinary. Every Maoshan disciple he saw had a stronger aura than him, the so-called sect leader.

This is because the world has a different foundation.

Zhong Bai was unaware of everything that had happened at Maoshan, and he continued his travels with the little girl.

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Xizhou.

Changming Kingdom is like a faint star, shining with an ordinary yet vibrant light.

This small country has a population of one million. The people live a simple and happy life. They farm, work, and multiply. Cities and villages are scattered across this land in a well-organized manner, and everywhere is filled with the warmth of human life.

However, a catastrophic disaster is quietly approaching.

The Blood Demon, a terrifying being whose true form is a sea of ​​blood hundreds of thousands of feet deep, was seriously injured before, and much of the sea of ​​blood evaporated. It urgently needs to recover from its injuries.

His evil gaze fixed on Changming Kingdom, like a hungry beast eyeing its unsuspecting prey.

Night fell like a giant black curtain, slowly enveloping the Kingdom of Changming.

The last rays of the setting sun were swallowed by darkness, and the tranquility of the night quietly arrived.

The people of Changming Kingdom finished their day's work and returned home.

In the village, wisps of smoke rise from chimneys as housewives prepare dinner; in the town, lights illuminate the streets, and laughter and chatter fill the taverns as people discuss the day's events.

Children chased and played in the streets and alleys, their laughter echoing in the night sky.

But what they didn't know was that the Blood Demon had already silently arrived above the Changming Kingdom.

The Blood Demon's true form—the sea of ​​blood, hundreds of thousands of feet deep, though somewhat reduced due to its severe injuries, still blotted out the sky.

At this moment, he compressed the sea of ​​blood into a thick blood mist, which was filled with a nauseating bloody smell.

Under the cover of night, the blood mist slowly spread towards the land of Changming Kingdom.

On the border of Changming Kingdom, a small village sits quietly.

The villager on night watch yawned as usual. He looked up at the night sky, but saw only darkness.

Suddenly, he felt a chill creep over him, as if something cold had seeped into his bones.

Before he could react, a cloud of blood mist had silently enveloped him.

He stared in horror, his eyes wide, and opened his mouth to scream, but the blood mist instantly rushed into his mouth, blocking his throat.

His body began to tremble violently, his skin rapidly dried up, and his blood was being frantically drawn out by the blood mist.

In just a few moments, he turned into a dried-up corpse and collapsed to the ground.

The blood mist did not stop; it surged toward the village like a tide.

The villagers inside the houses were still warm and undisturbed.

Blood mist seeped in through the cracks in the doors and windows, like countless cold tentacles.

A mother who was telling her child a story suddenly felt short of breath. She looked down at her child and found that the child's face was filled with fear.

The blood mist quickly enveloped them, and the child's cries stopped abruptly. The mother reached out to protect her child, but her power was so insignificant in the face of the blood demon.

She watched helplessly as her child's body withered away and her own life force faded away, her eyes filled with despair and resentment.

The entire village was shrouded in a blood mist. The livestock squealed in terror, but were quickly swallowed up by the mist.

The once warm and cozy village was instantly transformed into a living hell.

The walls of the house were corroded by the blood mist, becoming rotten and on the verge of collapse.

The village elders tried to organize the villagers to resist, but they didn't even know where the enemy was.

An old man, holding a worn-out longsword, shouted into the darkness, "What are you? Come out!" But all that answered him was the engulfing of blood mist.

His body was lifted up by the blood mist, struggled a few times in mid-air, then had his blood drained and crashed heavily to the ground.

The blood mist continued its advance into the interior of Changming Kingdom. In a small town, during the bustling night market...

Vendors set up stalls along the street, selling all kinds of goods.

Young couples strolled hand in hand down the street, enjoying the tranquility of the night.

Suddenly, a cloud of blood swept in.

People's smiles froze instantly, replaced by terrified screams.

Wherever the blood mist touched, life vanished swiftly. A little girl selling flowers, holding a bouquet in her hands, her eyes filled with fear and confusion, was swallowed up by the blood mist before she could even run away.

The flowers in her hand withered instantly, their petals falling to the ground and stained crimson by the blood mist.

The people in the tavern tried to hide inside and close the door.

But the blood mist easily broke through the gate, enveloping everyone inside.

The burly men, who were drinking, tried to resist with their fists and bottles, but their attacks had no effect on the blood mist.

A drunkard waved a bottle and cursed loudly, "What the hell is this?!" However, before he could finish speaking, he was drained of blood by the blood mist and collapsed to the ground.

The blood mist raged through the town, climbing onto rooftops and seeping into cellars, leaving no corner untouched.

A family hiding in a cellar huddled together tightly.

The parents shielded their child with their bodies, tears streaming down their faces, praying incessantly. But the blood mist still found them.

Blood mist seeped in through the cracks in the cellar, slowly taking their lives.

The child's small hands clung helplessly to his parents' clothes, and the parents could only watch helplessly as their child died, until they themselves were swallowed by the blood mist.

As the blood mist continued to spread, even the cities of Changming Kingdom were not spared.

In the capital city, in a magnificent palace, the king was discussing state affairs with his ministers.

Suddenly, a chill swept over them, and they were horrified to discover that the blood mist had already permeated the palace.

The king stood up angrily and drew his sword: "I am the ruler of this country, and I will never allow such evil things to run rampant in my land!"

He rushed towards the blood mist, but the moment the sword touched it, it was corroded until only the hilt remained.

The blood mist quickly enveloped the king, whose body trembled violently, and his crown fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

The ministers fled in all directions, but where could they escape to? The palace maids and eunuchs screamed in despair as their bodies were drained of blood mist one by one.

The city streets were littered with corpses.

The once bustling commercial street is now deserted.

The blood mist continued to roam the city, entering residents' homes, temples, and schools.

In the classroom, the students are studying late into the night.

They watched in horror as the blood mist surged into the classroom. The teacher tried to protect his students, but his strength was so weak. The students' books were stained red with the blood mist, and their lives vanished within it.

In the fields of Changming Kingdom, the once thriving crops were also eroded by the blood mist.

The wheat seedlings withered quickly, the fruit trees in the orchard lost their leaves, and the fruit shriveled.

The land became parched, as if its life force had been drained.

The river was also polluted by the blood mist, turning the water blood red and emitting a pungent odor.

The entire Changming Kingdom, with its million inhabitants, was devoured by the Blood Demon's blood mist, utterly powerless to resist.

Overnight, this once vibrant country was transformed into a desolate wasteland.

After absorbing all the life force, the blood mist slowly began to gather and return to the true form of the Blood Demon.

The Blood Demon's true form, a sea of ​​blood hundreds of thousands of feet long, had recovered some of its strength after devouring millions of lives in the Changming Kingdom.

He looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction; the sea of ​​blood that had once been bubbling with blood had now become even thicker.

Changming Kingdom was left with only a desolate and tragic scene, as if it were a forgotten corner of the world, silently telling the story of this terrible disaster.

"Excellent, excellent! If we can achieve this effect a few more times, the injuries will heal, and we might even be able to reach a higher level!"

Blood Demon's eyes gleamed; compared to the Eastern Continent, the Western Continent was indeed easier.

The Changming Kingdom also has temples, but the monks' cultivation levels are very low, only some at the Golden Core stage, with the highest being the Nascent Soul stage. They are practically powerless to resist.

Under the cover of night, Changming Kingdom resembled a vast, dead city, permeated with a suffocating atmosphere of death.

The Blood Demon, having just devoured millions of lives, was preparing to leave this land, which he had drained of its life force, with satisfaction.

Although his blood sea true body, which was hundreds of thousands of feet long, had not yet fully recovered its former grandeur, it was much fuller than before.

The Blood Demon exuded a strong, bloody aura, which was like a materialized black fog, distorting the surrounding space.

Just as the Blood Demon was about to tear through space and escape, suddenly, space fluctuated violently, and a dazzling golden light pierced the darkness like a sharp sword.

Master Zunsheng of Mount Wutai, this eminent monk at the Yuan Shen realm, has appeared.

The Blood Demon wasn't surprised by the arrival of the Buddhist sect, but they were so late that it was too late.

The Venerable Master's face was compassionate yet resolute. He wore a worn-out monk's robe, which shone brightly under the light of the Buddha.

His bald head gleamed faintly in the light, his eyebrows were like two thick lines of ink, and his eyes gleamed with the flames of wisdom and anger.

"Blood Demon, you have committed such heinous crimes, this humble monk will not spare you today!"

The voice of the Venerable Master was like a great bell, echoing in the desolate Changming Kingdom, making the surrounding air buzz.

A hint of fear and mockery flashed in the Blood Demon's blood-red eyes, but it was quickly replaced by madness: "Bald monk, don't meddle in other people's business. I had no choice but to recover from my injuries."

Master Zunsheng put his hands together in prayer and began chanting Buddhist scriptures.

In an instant, a huge golden Buddha phantom appeared behind him.

The Buddha statue emitted a soft yet powerful light, which dispelled much of the Blood Demon's bloody aura wherever it touched.

Master Zunsheng took a step forward, each step seemingly carrying immense power, causing golden ripples to appear on the ground beneath his feet.

The Blood Demon snorted coldly, and his Blood Sea True Form began to churn.

The sea of ​​blood, hundreds of thousands of feet deep, was like boiling magma, with towering waves of blood rising into the sky.

Blood Demon waved his hands, and streaks of blood-red demonic light shot towards Master Zunsheng.

The demonic light was as fast as an arrow, turning the space it passed through blood red.

Master Zunsheng remained calm and composed, gently waving the prayer beads in his hand.

The prayer beads emitted golden rays of light, which met the demonic light of the Blood Demon in the air.

With a deafening boom, a massive energy surge was generated at the point where the lights collided.

The energy wave spread outwards, destroying another section of the ruins of Changming Kingdom.

Master Zunsheng continued chanting Buddhist scriptures, and the phantom Buddha statue behind him slowly raised its hand and pressed down on the Blood Demon.

This pressure felt as if the entire sky was collapsing towards the Blood Demon.

The Blood Demon felt immense pressure. He condensed his Blood Sea True Body into a giant blood hand and met the Buddha statue's palm.

"Bang!" The bloody hand collided with the Buddha's palm, producing a deafening sound.

The blood demon's bloody hand was pressed into the Buddha statue's palm, causing it to cave in. In turn, the Buddha statue's palm was partially eroded by the blood demon's bloody hand. The golden light and the bloody light intertwined, creating a bizarre scene.

The Blood Demon roared, and countless blood shadows separated from his body in the sea of ​​blood.

These blood-red shadows pounced on Master Zunsheng like ghosts.

Master Zunsheng tossed the prayer beads into the air, and they rapidly grew larger and then began to spin at high speed.

When the blood-red shadow touched the prayer beads, it was like a moth drawn to a flame, instantly shredded by the golden light of the beads.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Master Zunsheng formed a hand seal, and a golden rune flew out from his hands, shooting towards the Blood Demon.

The Blood Demon tried to dodge, but the runes followed it relentlessly. Finally, the runes adhered to the Blood Demon's body, and smoke began to rise from it, as if it were being scorched by flames.

The Blood Demon roared in fury, splashing some of the blood from the sea of ​​blood toward Master Zunsheng.

The blood transformed into countless drops, each drop containing powerful magic.

A golden shield appeared in front of Master Zunsheng, and the blood droplets struck the shield, producing a dense "sizzling" sound.

Master Zunsheng knew he couldn't let the Blood Demon continue its rampage, so he decided to use all his strength.

His entire body suddenly radiated a brilliant Buddhist light, and he poured his spiritual power into the illusory image of the Buddha without reservation.

The phantom image of the Buddha became even larger and more solid.

Two golden rays shot out from the Buddha statue's eyes, heading directly towards the Blood Demon's true form.

The Blood Demon sensed the approaching danger and gathered all the power of his Blood Sea True Body in front of his chest, forming a blood-red shield.

Golden rays shone on the shield, causing it to tremble violently.

Blood Demon gritted his teeth and persevered, but his power was constantly being depleted.

Master Zunsheng continued his attack on the Buddha statue, and large beads of sweat began to appear on his forehead.

He knew this was going to be a tough battle, and the Blood Demon's strength was not to be underestimated.

Just when the two sides were deadlocked, Blood Demon suddenly came up with a plan.

He feigned weakness, and his true form, Blood Sea, began to shrink.

Master Zunsheng thought his chance had come, so he intensified his attack on the Buddha statue.

However, the Blood Demon suddenly unleashed its contracted Blood Sea True Form once more.

Without looking back, a sea of ​​blood filled the void, falling rapidly into the depths after landing on the earth.

Master Zunsheng didn't choose to pursue, after all, if the Blood Demon wanted to leave, who could stop him? (End of Chapter)