Divine Seal: From a Heavy Sword to Slicing Through the Holy Demon Continent

Just like Lin Xin back then, one can't help but sink into it.

Long Haoyu paused for a moment, regaining his inner conviction, and continued walking deeper into the area.

This time, unlike before, when he took another step, the sea of ​​blood on both sides of the path turned into a wasteland.

Tombstones rise from the ground, each bearing a portrait and epitaph of an acquaintance, as if everyone he encountered in his past life is buried here.

The barren mountains stretched endlessly, until far away, there was a blood-red mountain range.

Unlike the paths on either side, this time there was only one tombstone standing on the mountain.

Before he had even gotten very close to the blood-red mountain, Long Haoyu could already see the epitaphs on the blood-red tombstones on the mountain.

Then, I also saw the names on the tombstones and the portraits of the people inside.

The image was none other than himself!

264. Chapter 263 Slay Me, Enlighten My Mind

"So I'm on this tombstone too?"

Long Haoyu smiled slightly and silently looked at the lonely tombstone on the blood-red mountain.

For some reason, I felt a little strange.

The person is still alive and well, yet their image appears on the tombstone, as if they are commemorating themselves.

"Could it be that the end of this hellish path is on those blood-red mountains?"

"If I want to force my way through the Hell Path, I must reach its end?"

Long Haoyu murmured softly, gazing at the blood-red mountains for a while, seemingly oblivious to everything around him.

All his thoughts were focused on his tombstone.

Without any further hesitation, he accelerated and charged straight towards the blood-red mountains.

Perhaps because he had already seen the blood-red mountains, Long Haoyu found that this time he went straight to the end without encountering any unexpected situations.

After a while, Long Haoyu stood in front of the tombstone, now only about two meters away from it.

Everything on the tombstone was now clearly visible to him.

"This is quite interesting. I didn't expect the lines on this tombstone to look like chains."

"Now that I'm standing on this tombstone, are these chains meant to lock me here forever?"

Long Haoyu pondered thoughtfully.

Carefully observing the blood-red patterns on the tombstone, no matter from which angle you look at it, these patterns resemble chains.

And he was the one bound to this tombstone by these chains.

The tombstone did not react, and the person on the tombstone seemed to have no reaction either.

Such a reaction seemed somewhat unusual.

Suddenly, the events he had encountered in the shadow space exploded in his mind.

"No, when the instructor used Hell Path in the Shadow Dimension, it seemed like..."

A brilliant light suddenly shot out from Long Haoyu's eyes, and his breathing became heavy at that moment.

His gaze was cold and piercing as he stared at the blood-red tombstone, looking at 'himself' beneath the patterned chains. A bold idea surfaced in his mind.

"Could this be the Hell Realm...?"

"Is the real end goal for me to sever all ties with this? To truly sever myself?"

"Only when one truly severs the self, and avoids eternal damnation in hell, can one be said to have completely mastered this path?"

Long Haoyu frowned and muttered these words in a low voice, gradually recalling his experience of gaining control of the Asura Path.

At that time, the Asura path meant that one had to completely transform into an Asura without falling into it in order to be considered to have mastered the Asura path.

just now……

Given the current situation in the Hell Realm, he felt that such a possibility might actually exist.

Rumbling--

Just as Long Haoyu was thinking this.

The blood-red tombstone showed signs of movement; the blood-red patterns on it began to loosen.

The figures on it began to 'come alive'.

A crimson light burst forth from the tombstone, appearing before it like a vortex.

A figure slowly emerged from it, a figure exactly like Long Haoyu, except that his robes were all blood red.

"call……"

"As expected, forcibly entering the Hell Path truly means severing one's own self."

"Given such actions, the key elements for forcibly entering the Hell Path should be summed up in just four words—'Slay me, enlighten my mind'!"

"When I understand my true nature, everything will end!"

Long Haoyu's expression changed.

The appearance of the blood-red figure confirmed his suspicions.

but……

He felt no tension at all at the appearance of the blood-red figure.

In the shadow space, he fought life-or-death battles with the shadow instructor every day, and he had lost count of how many times he had clashed with him.

The appearance of the crimson figure means that the "slaying of self and enlightenment" required to forcefully enter the Hell Path is, in simpler terms, fighting against oneself.

The only difference is that the Shadow Instructor is the true perfect form of him in his current state.

The 'self' that emerges from the tombstone is merely the 'self' that has mastered the power of the Hell Path.

In a true comparison, the current crimson 'self' is no match for the shadow instructor at his current level.

Having realized all this, Long Haoyu assumed a fighting stance, and the afterimage of the bladeless sword appeared in his hand.

But soon that afterimage turned blood red, like a blood-red lightsaber.

At the same time, an identical blood sword appeared in the hand of the crimson figure.

The aura emanating from the blood sword was terrifyingly oppressive.

As the blood sword appeared, the blood-red figure remained silent, as if he were completely incapable of speaking.

A crimson light flashed past, forcefully attacking Long Haoyu.

“Well done!!”

Long Haoyu gave a low shout; he didn't want to waste too much time here.

The moment he saw the crimson 'himself' make his move, he raised his blood-red sword and charged towards the crimson figure.

Crimson light and shadow filled the mountains.

The surrounding blood energy paled in comparison under the suppression of the two blood swords.

……

In the blink of an eye, about half a day had passed.

The blood-red smog intensified, yet Long Haoyu remained standing atop the blood-red mountains.

At this moment, his body was covered in wounds, and his robes were stained red with blood, so that only the original colors could be vaguely seen.

A blood-red figure stood before him, also covered in wounds, but since it was blood-red in appearance, there was no visible change in its robes.

The only difference between the two is that the blood-red figure is recovering much faster than Long Haoyu.

The surrounding blood energy frantically converged towards him, visibly restoring him.

Long Haoyu witnessed the whole thing. He thought that defeating the blood-red 'himself' would be easy, since it was not the ability that his shadow instructor at this level possessed.

however……

After actually fighting for half a day, he realized that this blood-red figure was an unkillable cockroach.

The surrounding blood and energy were all his nourishment.

Any injury they suffer can be quickly healed, just like the demon realm of the Asura.

However, it is somewhat different from the Ghost Realm. The absorption of blood energy makes the blood-colored 'self' continuously stronger.

As he saw the blood-red figure's aura begin to rise again, a cold, sharp light flashed in his eyes.

"If you can remain invincible here, then I might as well use the same method!"

"You've only mastered one of the Six Paths of Power. I'd like to see how you manage to stop me!"

Long Haoyu let out a low shout, just like the blood-red 'himself,' releasing his body's repulsion of the surrounding blood energy.

A blood aura, no less powerful than that of his own, surged forth and rejuvenated within him.

Slay me, enlighten my mind!

He's determined to do this today!

Chapter 264 The Trembling Reincarnation Furnace

A surge of blood energy enveloped Long Haoyu.

It was accompanied by a kind of blood-red 'self' being empowered upon itself.

Long Haoyu felt his breathing become rapid, and blood even welled up on his forehead, making his face look somewhat ferocious.

However, as he continued to operate in this way, he clearly felt the changes within himself.

His clothes transformed into blood-red armor, beneath which his wounds healed with lightning speed.