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Chapter 267 Symphony of Flesh and Blood (Part 1) (Please vote with monthly tickets!)

The moment Jiang Taixuan finished speaking.

Fang Qingyu was violently torn apart because the Eternal Night Territory was destroyed.

The world spun before my eyes.

The thick, inky darkness in my field of vision was like water with pebbles thrown in, twisting, breaking, and dissolving wildly.

The scene of the ice cave, along with the figures of his teammates.

It was as if it had been wiped away instantly by an invisible giant hand, disappearing without a trace.

In its place were enormous fleshy walls that writhed and glowed with a dark red blood-red light.

They covered the sky, replaced the ice beneath our feet, and squeezed the space to the left and right.

The air became thick and scorching, filled with an intensely nauseating stench of blood and a pungent, corrosive aroma reminiscent of stomach acid.

It felt as if I had been instantly stuffed into the depths of the stomach of a giant, writhing creature.

"cough cough"

Fang Qingyu forced down his churning blood and qi, his molten gold-like vertical pupils contracting violently from the intense pain and shock.

But only for a moment.

The shock was forcibly suppressed by an even stronger will, like a branding iron thrown into ice water, hissing and then settling into a cold stillness.

A stomach for gluttony?

Fang Qingyu gripped the hilt of the Dragon Sparrow Slaying Calamity tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force, and the blade emitting a faint hum.

The divine weaponry does not possess only one ability.

Everyone knows this.

But Fang Qingyu and the others had never imagined that the stomach of the Taotie could have such a function.

This completely exceeded everyone's expectations.

This includes intelligence about Deep Blue Heavy Industries.

Who could have imagined that a divine weapon used to prolong life could evolve into such a terrifying space that is a self-contained hell of flesh and blood?
No wonder Jiang Taixuan was so confident.

Fang Qingyu took a deep breath.

The scorching, viscous air, carrying a heavy stench of blood, rushed into my lungs, bringing a burning sensation, but also instantly clearing my chaotic thoughts as if they were ice.

still have a chance.

Battles are inherently precarious and ever-changing.

Although this sudden change was dangerous, it was not a hopeless situation.

As long as the person is still alive.

As long as Shi Kong, Liu Hanyan, and Wei Banmeng are still around.

With their determination and abilities, they would surely realize what had happened instantly and immediately begin searching for their companions to reunite.

Join up!

This is the only way out, and the only chance to sever the rotten roots of Jiang Taixuan.

Fang Qingyu's molten gold vertical pupils swept across the surroundings.

The writhing, dark red flesh walls emitted a faint blood-red glow, outlining a narrow, twisting, and ever-changing passage.

Beneath their feet lay a viscous surface covered with a layer of slippery blood plasma.

We must find other people as soon as possible.

Fang Qingyu's mind raced.

Jiang Taixuan needs time to absorb the information.

It absorbs the vital energy and blood of everyone here to fill the deficit and even restore its strength.

Fang Qingyu suddenly thought of something.
The people from Deep Blue Heavy Industry, those grandmasters who were tricked into coming by the Martial Saint Ruins
Were they swallowed up as well?

If the answer is highly probable.

After all, those people were only a few hundred meters away from them at the time.

So at this moment, inside this huge "stomach" is a living furnace of flesh and blood.

There were over a hundred second-tier grandmasters, including many top-tier experts.

Once this enormous amount of flesh and blood energy was absorbed and transformed by Jiang Taixuan through the gluttonous stomach...
Even with a low conversion rate, it's enough to restore that dying old monster to an extremely terrifying level in a very short time.

Until then.
Forget about killing them, if any one of them survived, they would be lucky.

We need to hurry.

A sharp glint flashed in Fang Qingyu's eyes, and he no longer hesitated.

Suppressing the tearing pain and churning blood in the depths of his soul caused by the shattering of the Eternal Night Territory, he stomped hard on the sticky, fleshy ground beneath his feet.

"Oh!"

Thick blood plasma splattered everywhere.

Fang Qingyu's figure shot forward like an arrow, rushing towards a seemingly wide passageway ahead.

The molten gold vertical pupils swept wildly around.

They didn't miss a single opportunity to see the title.

His steps were swift yet steady, each step landing precisely on the hollows of flesh, minimizing the sound.

The Dragon Sparrow Blade was held horizontally in front of him, and on its blade, a faint, bone-corroding lightning light struggled to reappear, like a firefly in the darkness, ready to tear apart any approaching threat at any moment.

A thick, pungent smell of blood hit me.

The writhing flesh walls on both sides continuously secreted dark red mucus, which dripped onto the ground with a soft, hissing corrosion sound.

The passage is winding and twisting, like intestines.

Fang Qingyu sped off with his head down.

one hundred meters
Two hundred meters.
Three hundred meters.
The surrounding scenery seemed largely unchanged, still consisting of endless writhing flesh walls and suffocatingly sticky blood.

Fang Qingyu's heart sank little by little.

The interior of this gluttonous stomach seemed to be much larger and more bizarre than he had imagined.

However, just as Fang Qingyu had run about four or five hundred meters, the passage ahead seemed to suddenly widen, and a faint, stronger bloody light emanated from it.
A sudden change occurred!

Swish——!!!
The dark red flesh walls on both sides, which were originally several meters away from him, suddenly squeezed inward as if they were alive, without any warning.

The speed was so fast that it was as if two huge gates of flesh and blood had suddenly closed.

Fang Qingyu's pupils contracted sharply, his reaction was extremely fast.

His forward momentum abruptly halted, and with a sudden burst of force from his toes, his body retreated rapidly backward like a ghost.

Boom——! ! !
A deafeningly loud, muffled bang!

The two enormous fleshy walls collided violently less than a meter in front of him, and thick, dark red blood gushed out from the point of impact like a waterfall.

The force of the flesh walls squeezing was so terrifying that it even instantly blew out the air, creating a brief air explosion.

Behind Fang Qingyu.

The narrow passage that had just rushed through was rapidly narrowing and closing at a speed visible to the naked eye due to the squeezing and wriggling of the flesh walls.

In the blink of an eye, the space behind them transformed into a writhing wall of flesh.

Fang Qingyu was instantly isolated.
Within the suddenly formed, enormous circular space.
This space is at least a kilometer in diameter!
The ground was still covered with dark red flesh and blood, thick with viscous blood plasma.

The dome was a huge, writhing membrane of flesh higher up, dripping with mucus and emitting a hazy, dark red glow, like a blood moon in hell.

All around him were towering, dark red fleshy walls that rose and fell slowly, like the walls of a gladiatorial arena, trapping him firmly in the center.

The transformation of space happens in an instant.

It was so fast that Fang Qingyu didn't even have a chance to react.

Fang Qingyu stood alone in the center of this huge, empty, and deathly silent space, where only the sounds of flesh writhing and sap dripping could be heard.

The golden pupils instantly shrank to the size of a pinhead.

An unprecedented and intense sense of crisis, like a cold, venomous snake, instantly coiled around my spine.

coming!

"call"

A very faint sigh, seemingly carrying both endless weariness and a hint of satisfaction, echoed softly in the empty, blood-red space.

Fang Qingyu suddenly looked up.

Directly in front of him, about a hundred meters away, the air rippled and distorted violently, like the surface of water tossed with a pebble.

A withered, wrinkled hand covered with age spots.

It slowly emerged from that distorted void.

The movements were slow, with a sense of struggling and effort.

Dark red drops of blood dripped continuously from that withered palm, hitting the writhing flesh below with soft "plop, plop" sounds.

Next came the arms and shoulders.
Finally, a hunched figure, as if struggling to squeeze out of viscous blood, staggered and finally stepped completely into this blood-red space.

Jiang Taixuan!
However.
The Jiang Taixuan at this moment was completely different from the old man Fang Qingyu had seen before, who was on his deathbed and had a declining aura.

The tattered mercenary winter coat he was wearing was long gone.

Instead, he wore a close-fitting suit of armor that seemed to be formed from some kind of dark red energy and covered with fine scale patterns.

Beneath the armor, his originally withered and emaciated body appeared much more upright!

Although still thin, a new strength seemed to have returned to her skin, no longer resembling a piece of rotten wood that could fall apart at any moment.

The wrinkles on her face seemed to have smoothed out a bit.

Deep within his cloudy, weary eyes, excitement was burning.

It was an exhilarating and intoxicating feeling of long-lost power returning to the body, mixed with a deep-seated coldness and resentment.

Jiang Taixuan slowly raised the withered hand that had just been extended.

Spread your fingers open, then slowly clench them.

The bones made a slight "clicking" sound.

He looked down at his hand, which seemed to have regained its strength, and the corners of his mouth slowly turned up.

That smile carried a sense of satisfaction.

Ah, the long-lost power.

Jiang Taixuan's voice was no longer as hoarse and broken as before; instead, it had gained a bit of strength. Although it was still old and dry, it clearly echoed throughout the crimson space.

He raised his head, his eyes, burning with complex light, precisely locking onto Fang Qingyu, who stood alone in the center of the blood-red arena, even from a distance of a hundred meters.

The intoxication in his eyes quickly faded.

It was replaced by a condescending indifference, as if looking down on ants.

"Little baby"

Jiang Taixuan spoke slowly, his voice eerily calm.

"I knew this day would come sooner or later."

He slowly took a step forward, and the sticky, fleshy ground beneath his feet seemed to sink slightly with each step.

"From the moment forty years ago, when I used this thing to devour the first grandmaster who dedicated himself to me, I knew that there are no secrets in this world. One day, someone would come knocking on my door to take this old man's life."

His gaze swept across the vast arena made of flesh and blood, and the eerie smile on his lips deepened.

So, I've been waiting.

"Waiting for this day."

"I'm waiting for those self-righteous 'cleaners' to willingly step into my gluttonous stomach!"

His voice suddenly rose, carrying a madness and resentment that had been suppressed for decades:

"You think that most of the blood and energy from those 'blood sources' went into my stomach, allowing me to barely survive?"

"Wrong! Big mistake!"

Jiang Taixuan's withered fingers suddenly pointed to the writhing fleshy ground beneath his feet, to the towering fleshy walls around him, and to the entire space!
"Eight or nine out of ten of that vital energy was fed to it! Fed to this divine weapon itself!"

"It is growing! It is accumulating strength! It is waiting for the real feast to arrive!"

He then abruptly turned his head and stared intently at Fang Qingyu again, his eyes flashing with unprecedented greed and pleasure!

"I've waited for forty years! I've accumulated for forty years! I've been waiting for this day! I've been waiting for you lot of cleaners! I've been waiting for that life essence within you that is far purer than that of ordinary grandmasters, full of infinite possibilities!"

"With you, and with those sacrifices lured in by greed from outside..."

Jiang Taixuan opened his arms as if to embrace the entire crimson space, letting out a long, almost manic roar:

"Not only can I fully recover! I can even glimpse a chance to return to my peak—no, to surpass it!!!"

A long howl echoed in the crimson space, causing the flesh walls to tremble slightly.

The whistling stopped.

Jiang Taixuan slowly lowered his arm, and the frenzied excitement on his face receded like the tide.

It returned to a chilling calm.

Looking at Fang Qingyu, his eyes were filled with pity, as if he were looking at a lamb to the slaughter.

"It's just a pity."

He shook his head gently, his sigh filled with endless loneliness.

"After forty years of preparation, what I finally got was a mere ant like you, a lowly second-tier early-stage cultivator."

"That old dog Hong Qitian still looks down on me, Jiang Taixuan, deep down."

"That's fine."

Jiang Taixuan's eyes suddenly turned sharp as a knife.

A terrifying aura began to rise from his hunched but no longer withered body.

The thick, scorching air around him seemed to freeze instantly, turning into an incredibly heavy wall of copper and iron, pressing down hard on Fang Qingyu!

"Then let you, you arrogant ant, know your place."

Jiang Taixuan's voice was like a chilling wind from the depths of hell, icy and piercing, carrying an undeniable sense of judgment:
"Experience it for yourself before you die!"

"Back then, how I, with my own strength, burned my Martial Saint body before Ice Ridge Fortress..."

"Seven days and seven nights alone in this isolated city!"

"Millions of lives were killed; mountains of corpses lay unburied!!!"

"boom--!!!"

As his last word fell!

The entire massive, blood-red arena, with a diameter of a kilometer, looked as if it had been thrown into a boiling pot of oil.

The viscous air was instantly ignited.

An endless, terrifying pressure, imbued with pure killing intent, erupted like a tangible tsunami from Jiang Taixuan's seemingly frail body. It was as if the battlefield's murderous aura had coalesced into mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

It also carries the absolute crushing power of a Martial Saint over lower-level life forms.

Fang Qingyu suddenly felt everything go black.

It felt as if my heart was being gripped tightly by an invisible giant hand.

Every bone in his body was groaning under the strain.

The already dim Eternal Night Blaze Armor on his body swayed wildly like a candle in the wind under the pure pressure of the Martial Saint, the lightning and fire flickering uncertainly, as if it would be completely extinguished at any moment!

"Uh!"

Fang Qingyu groaned, his feet feeling as if they were welded to the ground, his body trembling slightly.

In the golden pupils, the hunched figure slowly approaching was reflected.

This is really a difficult situation.

Meanwhile, in other corners of the Gluttonous Stomach, this enormous labyrinth of flesh and blood.

The others, forcibly separated, are experiencing their own hells.

Wei Banmeng suddenly opened her eyes!
A cold sensation came from below.

She found herself lying on a cold, slippery surface.

All around was deathly silent, except for the gurgling sound of liquid flowing slowly.

Wei Banmeng instantly flipped herself up, leaning against a relatively solid wall, and cautiously looked around.

The moment she saw the scene before her, even with Wei Banmeng's composure, her breath caught in her throat.

The place she was in was a slightly raised, dark red "rock" platform of less than ten square meters.

And the surrounding area of ​​the platform
It was a slowly flowing, dark red river of blood, exuding a strong, pungent, and corrosive stench.

The River of Blood, like a moat, completely surrounded and isolated this small platform.

The river was not calm; thick bubbles churned and bubbled, releasing an even stronger fishy smell when they burst.

Above them was a dark red, fleshy dome that constantly writhed and dripped mucus, emitting a hazy, bloody glow.

This place is like a desolate island suspended above a sea of ​​blood!

"Qingzi? Chu Kuanglan? Lu Jiuyuan? Captain Shi Kong? Hanyan?"

Wei Banmeng immediately lowered her voice and urgently called out into the tactical headset.

no respond.

There was only a hissing noise, as if the signal had been completely blocked.

really!

Communication is completely cut off!
Wei Banmeng's heart sank, but her eyes sharpened even more.

She immediately forced herself to calm down, her mind racing.

The stomach of the gluttonous beast is divided into spaces, separating it from the blood river.
Jiang Taixuan's purpose is self-evident.

Divide and eat.

We must leave this isolated island as soon as possible!
Her gaze swept quickly across the river of blood surrounding the platform as she prepared to leap across it.

Glug glug glug
In the River of Blood, near the location she had chosen.

The thick, dark red blood began to churn violently without warning.

The bubbles became dense and huge, like boiling water.

An extremely fierce and violent aura, accompanied by an even stronger stench of blood, emanated from the depths of the churning blood!
Wei Banmeng's pupils shrank suddenly, and she instantly abandoned her original plan, taking several steps back while drawing the Xuan Chi twin swords from her waist.

hum!
next second.

Crash——!!!
The viscous blood burst open suddenly.

One after another, hideous heads emerged from the churning river of blood.

These heads vary in shape.
It seemed to have no complete body, only a head connected to a neck that was barely pieced together from thick blood and bare white bones.

Like a terrifying plant growing from a river of blood!
Densely packed.

In an instant, the river around Wei Banmeng was completely blocked.
They all stared intently at the lone figure on the isolated platform, the only one radiating vibrant life.

A desolate island of despair.
In an instant, it transformed into a hunting ground surrounded by hordes of ghosts.

"Old Lu?! Lu Jiuyuan?! Where the hell are you?!"

A rough, anxious roar echoed through a relatively narrow alleyway of flesh and blood, flanked by towering walls of flesh.

Chu Kuanglan clutched his buzzing head and struggled to get up from a pile of sticky, bloody flesh scraps.

He was lucky; just as Jiang Taixuan finished speaking...

The scene before him changed instantly, and he landed on a relatively soft flesh wall. Although he was covered in disgusting mucus and blood, he was not seriously injured.

Chu Kuanglan quickly realized what had happened.

And Jiang Taixuan's purpose.

"Hold!"

Chu Kuanglan spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, grabbed the greatsword that had fallen to the side, and shouted, "Old Lu! Wei Banmeng! Fang Shen! Can you hear me?! Answer me!"

The roar echoed through the twisted alleyway.

Dead silence.

Chu Kuanglan's heart sank.

at this time.

"Chu Kuanglan?"

A very familiar voice seemed to come from behind the corner not far ahead in the alley.

It is Lu Jiuyuan.

"Old Lu?!"

Chu Kuanglan was overjoyed, as if he had been injected with chicken blood. He shouldered his giant sword and ran wildly in the direction from which the sound came.

"I'm here! How are you? Are you hurt?!"

"Don't come any closer!!"

Lu Jiuyuan's voice suddenly rose, carrying a sense of urgency and anger.

Chu Kuanglan's running steps suddenly froze.

He and Lu Jiuyuan had fought side by side for many years and experienced countless life-or-death situations. Lu Jiuyuan always maintained that cold, sword-wielding demeanor and was sparing with his words. His tone had never been so rough and flustered.

A chilling sensation instantly shot from Chu Kuanglan's tailbone to the top of his head.

"Old Lu?!"

Chu Kuanglan roared again with surprise and uncertainty, his body instinctively entering a state of maximum alert, his greatsword held horizontally in front of him, and his violent blood energy surging forth.

And just as his roar subsided—

call!call!call!
Several shadowy figures, moving with ghostly speed and almost blending into the dark red background of the fleshy walls, appeared out of nowhere from the dome of the fleshy walls above Chu Kuanglan's head on both sides, as if they were growing out of the walls themselves.

It swooped down like lightning.

aims.

It was right at the corner ahead, where Lu Jiuyuan, who had just issued the warning, was located.

Their speed, the angles they used were tricky, and their teamwork was so perfect that it far surpassed that of ordinary second-tier grandmasters.

"Envoy Yunhua!!"

Chu Kuanglan's eyes widened in fury as he instantly recognized the identities of these shadowy figures.

Then he roared.

The body's energy and blood erupted like a volcano.

With a terrifying shriek as if tearing through the air, the massive sword in his hand swept recklessly towards the two dark figures closest to him who were rushing towards Lu Jiuyuan.

"Get the hell out of my way!!!"

The crimson, violent blade energy, like a burning ribbon, instantly tore through the viscous air.

However.
It's still too slow.

Or rather, the speed at which those shadowy figures attacked was unbelievably fast.

Just a moment before Chu Kuanglan swung his giant sword.

puff!puff!puff!

The dull thud of a sharp weapon piercing flesh, accompanied by a suppressed groan, came clearly from around the corner ahead.

Chu Kuanglan's blade energy was only enough to force the last two black shadows that pounced down into the air back and send them flying.

And the first three deadly black figures to pounce.
Their attack.
It has already landed on Lu Jiuyuan!
"Old Lu—!!!"

Deeper still, in the labyrinth of flesh and blood.

Both Shi Kong's and Liu Hanyan's teams were also caught in fierce battles.

The opponents are either bizarrely shaped flesh puppets or Yunhua envoys who are equally skilled in assassination and infiltration.
The entire stomach of the gluttonous beast transformed into a gigantic grinding wheel of flesh and blood.

Jiang Taixuan's sinister smile seemed to echo in every corner.

Time passes minute by minute.

Tick ​​tick
however.

Deep within this infernal realm of violence, bloodshed, slaughter, and despair.

A very special "corner".

There are no towering, writhing walls of flesh, no viscous, flowing rivers of blood, and no narrow, twisting passages here.

Above them was a moon radiating a hazy, blood-red light.

Beneath my feet lay a relatively solid, dark red earth, like congealed blood.

Sparsely growing on the land are dark red flowers that look like they were carved from rubies.

The flowers have no leaves.

Only a solitary flower stem supports petals the size of a bowl.

The entire space was filled with an eerie silence and a strange, unsettling beauty.

Jiang Wei stood quietly in the center of this red flower field illuminated by the blood moon.

The small figure cast a long shadow as the blood moon stretched out.

The small winter cloak he was wearing was still clean, seemingly untouched by the filth of the place.

With her head tilted slightly, her clear red eyes reflected the enormous blood moon overhead, her gaze calm and undisturbed.

suddenly.

Not far ahead, thick, blood-red mist began to silently gather and surge.

The fog grew thicker and more solid.

Gradually, a blurry yet enormous outline emerged from the blood mist.

Its outline resembled neither a lion nor a sheep.

It has a huge, ferocious head, with what appears to be twisted giant horns growing from its top. A huge mouth that takes up most of the head is slowly opening, revealing an abyss.
Its thick, pillar-like limbs trod on the blood-red flower field.

A thick, python-like tail swayed slowly behind him, stirring up the blood mist.

It completely solidified from the surging blood mist.
Those enormous, blood-red eyes, burning with endless greed, were fixed on the tiny figure in the center of the flower field, a figure as insignificant as a speck of dust.

Violence! Greed! Lust!

That gaze seemed to want to devour Jiang Wei completely, skin and bones.

The air in the entire blood-red flower field instantly froze.

The immense pressure, like a towering mountain, descended with a deafening roar.

however.

Faced with this terrifying beast that would terrify any second-tier grandmaster.

Jiang Wei simply raised her head slowly.

Her clear red eyes calmly met those enormous, blood-red eyes that burned with endless greed.

There was still no fear in his eyes.

There is only one kind: indifference, like looking at something familiar.

Her tiny lips twitched very slightly.

It was as if he was talking to himself.

I said it.

I will help you.

The moment the words fell.

Om-! ! !
Deep within Jiang Wei's clear red eyes.

A dazzling crimson light, like a supernova explosion, suddenly shone brightly.

The light instantly filled her entire pupil.

Followed by.

boom--! ! !
A terrifying power, dormant for who knows how long, seemingly originating from the deepest part of the earth's molten lava, erupted from Jiang Wei's small body like an ancient beast being awakened.

The dark red flower field beneath their feet instantly turned to ashes.

The light of the blood moon overhead seemed to be suppressed by this sudden burst of crimson light.

Jiang Wei's small body was slowly lifted off the ground and floated up by the immense force!

Her long, jet-black hair moved on its own without any wind, dancing wildly behind her.

The small, warm cloak fluttered in the wind.

At this moment, she seemed to have transformed into the only source of light in this blood-red hell.

Crimson light swirled and rose around her, condensing into a crimson lotus bud about to bloom.

On the lotus petals flowed the calamity fire that had burned across the entire world.
Jiang Wei is suspended in mid-air.

The tiny figure was enveloped in an illusory crimson lotus.

Her clear red eyes had now transformed into two burning crimson suns.

He calmly looked down at the gluttonous blood shadow below and said softly.

"Now, do you recognize me?"

(End of this chapter)