Perfect World: The First Dao Body in the Chaotic Era!

As the beast emerged, the halberd snapped, and corpses rained down. But this time, his spear thrusts no longer followed a specific pattern; he began to choose the method that would kill the enemy the fastest.

hiss hiss hiss—

The Life-Devouring Spear, weighing over 100,000 jin, felt as light as a feather in his hands. He slashed wildly with the spear tip, but each strike could take a life.

clang--

The spear dragged on the ground and suddenly slashed backward, creating a series of whistling sounds as it blocked the dagger aimed straight at his heart, sparks flying everywhere.

The man shrouded in shadow was slightly taken aback, clearly not expecting Li Dao to be able to block the attack.

"Got you?"

After speaking, gunshots rained down, blocking the man's path. In his flustered state, the gunshot blew the man's head off.

But in the next moment, several arrows with flashing runes came whistling through his body once again.

When Li Dao opened his eyes again, he was no longer confused. He picked up his spear and charged towards the battlefield. With one sweep of his spear, men and horses were all shattered!

In the cycle of dying and being resurrected, living and dying again, Li Dao had lost count of how many cultivators he had killed.

I've lost count of how many times I've died. There are too many unexpected things on the battlefield; if you lose focus even for a moment, you might be met with a heavy blow.

He died so many times, either from being struck by a curse and his blood and qi reversed, or from being shot by arrows, or from being surrounded and beaten up by multiple people...

He died in various ways, and gained a deeper understanding of the cruelty of war.

At first, Li Dao charged in with even greater killing intent with each resurrection, but with each death, he became somewhat numb, and the light in his eyes dimmed.

A crimson hue, like an indelible mark, was deeply imprinted in the depths of his eyes.

The endless stream of enemies made him numb even in the face of death.

"I'm trapped here, and it seems like I can't get out."

Li Dao stood atop a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. Every Dao pattern branded on his Life-Devouring Spear was oozing blood. His black armor was tattered and torn, revealing his muscles, which had been tempered and refined over countless battles, and were shimmering with dark golden light.

All the enemies around them fell, clearing out a large open space.

woohoo-

He was panting heavily, but before he could recover, a black tide surged toward him again from afar.

In the blink of an eye, the empty space was filled again.

Rumbling--

The black torrent tore at the entire world. As Li Dao watched the ever-surging black tide, a sense of powerlessness welled up in his heart.

"It's useless. You can't kill them all, you can't cut them all down!"

"What should I do?!"

Li Daoxin trembled as he struggled to his feet, his battle robe fluttering behind him, the stench of blood no longer stirring any ripples in his heart.

Looking at the devastated land, he roared, and the celestial dharma image behind him tore through the void, lifting him to the center, standing before the army, and pointing his spear at the raging torrent.

"Follow me to carve the array! Shatter the jade!"

The sound of armor clashing behind Li Dao echoed silently, yet it supported his words through action.

The army is mobilized, and the mountains and rivers are shattered.

Even if there is no hope ahead, we must fight on!

Chapter 202 Entangled in the Blood Pool

Bloodbath, bloodbath, bloodbath!

Li Dao had forgotten everything else. If there was no hope for the future, he could only devote himself to the present moment, using his spear to cut through everything and see the light.

With only the thought of fighting on in his mind, his originally wavering mind gradually calmed down in one bloody battle after another.

In the midst of countless bloody battles, time seemed to pass in the blink of an eye, yet it also felt as if thousands upon thousands of years had already passed.

In the relentless and brutal clashes, the murderous aura emanating from his body grew stronger and stronger, and his attacks became more and more decisive. His spear moved in a chaotic and disorderly manner, yet it possessed a unique Daoist essence.

Based on his experience in battles, he developed his own unique style of marksmanship.

"Devouring Life - Chaos!"

Ten thousand cavalrymen charged forward, their cold light aimed straight at his face. Li Dao stood in front, his eyes blazing with crimson light, and the Devouring Life in his hand emitted a dark glow.

"Drink!"

With a sudden swing of the spear, as if a greatsword had been swung, the space itself shattered, and cracks spread erratically.

The ten thousand cavalrymen were shattered in unison, crushed into dust by the terrifying spear intent, while that chaotic and violent force rapidly spread in all directions.

A forbidden zone of life formed around him; once someone stepped into this area, both man and horse would be shattered, and the flame of life would be extinguished immediately.

ka ka ka-

The ignorance in Li Dao's eyes vanished, and as he looked at the surging torrent rushing towards him once again, his heart was no longer filled with fear.

"It's just death."

The Life-Devouring Blade was planted beside him, its terrifying aura obscuring the sky, while the neighing of warhorses behind him seemed to be cheering him on.

ka ka ka-

The next moment, the torrent rushing from afar shattered, and everything in front of us shattered like a mirror.

Li Dao felt his body become very light, and watched as a giant hand reached out from the sky.

The skeletons beneath him, now reduced to white bones, gathered together to form a long, pure white bridge, leading to the other side.

"Despair is not fatal, numbness is; and getting used to numbness is the real death."

"A hundred battles make you a madman, a thousand battles make you a demon, ten thousand battles make you a living being!"

A voice that seemed to have traversed the river of time rang in his ears, and when he came to his senses again, he found himself standing on a white jade bridge.

Before him was a huge cave, and above the cave, a giant dragon roared at him, lifelike in appearance.

Li Dao's eyes remained bloodshot, and the bloodthirsty aura emanating from his body was slowly suppressed.

"Having endured countless hardships and tribulations, my heart remains unchanged. Is this the true test?"

His aura gradually became calm and deep, and his Dao heart, tempered by blood and fire, became exceptionally clear.

I felt a lingering fear. If I gradually lost myself in the killing, would I end up like those corpses and souls, returning to this bridge of bones?

Without further thought, he looked around but did not see the witch, and stepped into the cave.

This is a crude cave dwelling, containing only a blood pool, with lines of strange Daoist patterns imprinted on the walls.

"Roar--"

A dragon's roar echoed from the blood pool, and the Dao patterns on the stone wall slowly emitted a faint light.

"Could this be the Dragon Blood Pool?"

As his gaze fell upon the blood pool, he saw a beautiful figure sitting upright in it, her clothes scattered across her chest, completely naked, her fair skin on full display.

The misty air makes it even more alluring.

However, at this moment, the witch's face was flushed with an unnatural blush, and her breathing was somewhat disordered.

On her skin, which was as smooth and delicate as jade, fine, blood-red veins could be seen climbing up and down.

Li Dao took a drop of blood from the blood pool and, upon careful contemplation, sensed a rich life essence within it, along with a strange power surging within.

It seemed to be the 'will' of a strong person ingrained in their blood; those without a strong Dao heart might be affected by it.

Li Dao's expression hardened, and combining this with the clues on the White Bone Bridge, he understood its purpose.

"Although I don't know how the witch reached the finish line so quickly, it seems that she must have used some means."

"But without the tempering of the Dao Heart, one might be affected by the frenzied consciousness carried by this blood pool!"

Thinking this, his eyes cleared, and he slowly stepped inside, walking towards the center, his robes being corroded and fading away.

When he reached the center, his muscles, brimming with explosive power, were exposed in the pool of blood.

Upon seeing a flower radiating a clear and bright aura in the witch's arms, he suddenly realized something.

If it weren't for this spiritual object protecting my Dao heart, my mind would have been corrupted long ago.

He sat cross-legged in the pool of blood, his fingers forming a hand seal, and a palm struck behind the witch.

buzzing-

Runes slowly appeared on his body, and the surrounding dragon blood boiled and surged towards Li Dao.

The hand that landed on the witch's fair skin also emitted a faint light, and streams of crimson energy were drawn from the witch's body and surged towards Li Dao.

"Well--"

Li Dao soaked in the dragon blood pool, and streams of dragon blood surged into his body. The boiling, magma-like water rushed towards his limbs and bones, and the runes imprinted between his bones and flesh began to flicker.

He felt waves of comfort flowing through his body. After a thousand years of fighting, only by soaking in this dragon blood could Li Dao's tense mind slowly relax.

The will contained within the dragon blood wanted to disturb his Dao heart, but before it could get close, it slowly dissipated.

Li Dao felt a warm sensation all over his body, as if he had returned to the beginning of time, immersed in chaos, with his bones and meridians being constantly strengthened.

call--

Between the pores, drops of waste blood were expelled, and the fatigue left from a thousand years of battles in that mysterious space seemed to slowly flow out as well.

At the same time, the witch in front of him trembled less, but the allure emanating from her intensified, and her flushed cheeks made her even more captivating.

Dragons are inherently lustful, and a primal desire constantly stirs the witch's heartstrings.

A bewitching blush spread across her fair skin, and she involuntarily moved closer to Li Dao.

Li Dao, his mind immersed in the enlightenment of the Great Dao, and feeling the increasingly rapid fusion of runes on his bones and flesh, couldn't help but shudder.

Before he knew it, the witch was sitting in his lap.

The softness in his arms felt like holding a piece of jade; the delicate and smooth touch sent a rush of sensation to his brain, causing his body to stiffen involuntarily.

In that brief moment, the soft jade had already pressed itself against his body. He suddenly opened his eyes and saw that the witch's eyes were full of spring, and her whole body was exuding a pink aura.

Seeing that the spiritual medicine emitting pure spiritual energy had been consumed, Li Dao's expression changed. He made a hand seal and raised his hand to press it against the witch's brow.