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Zuo Dao could be certain that most of the Cultivators present were good people, but there were a few who had completely become servants of the Blood Demon.
His incitement was merely a distraction, intended to keep everyone immersed in this frenzy, which could easily lead them to lose themselves.
The Blood Demon suppressed underground was definitely not an ordinary Bloodline. Ordinary Blood Demons fed on blood, and at most, their feeding was a bit bloody. However, a pure-blooded Blood Demon was entirely different.
Zuo Dao had already discerned that beneath his feet lay an Abyssal Blood Demon. The Cultivators near the Demon Suppression Hall had all been bewitched by it; if this spread to every corner of Miao Cheng, it would spell disaster—not only for the Cultivators of Miao Cheng but also for the remaining twenty domains of the Lower Domain.
Although these bewitched Cultivators could not be considered true blood servants, once they became engrossed in slaughter, they would quickly discover their transformation. Every target they killed would have its most refined blood absorbed by them and then returned to the Abyssal Blood Demon in a profound manner.
At that point, the power of the Blood Demon would be undeniable.
Zuo Dao needed to attract their attention while ensuring they did not leave the Demon Suppression Hall even a step.
The Five Supreme Battle Teams were already on their way; all Zuo Dao needed to do now was buy time.
Night had fallen, and Zuo Dao stood alone before the Cultivators in his flowing white robes, evoking envy in those who looked upon him. Even the Sword-Wielding Golden Immortal had to admit that this White-Clad Monk possessed an imposing presence.
He was certainly not the only Golden Immortal bewitched by the Blood Demon, but he was undoubtedly the strongest among them. From the moment he struck the giant bell of the Demon Suppression Hall, an inexplicable desire surged within him.
He craved slaughter; his sword longed to drink blood. He was completely unaware that his eyes had begun to turn crimson, nor did he notice that those around him revealed blood-red eyes in the darkness.
Though his subconscious sensed something amiss, boundless desire shattered his last line of resistance.
"Blade!"
He cried out, raising his voice high as his long sword soared into the air like an Azure Dragon, still glaringly bright under the moonlight.
"I wield my sword to cut down the demons and evils of the world."
The words of Zuo Dao had already stirred the anger within him, and the temptation of the Abyssal Blood Demon was unlike any other.
The sword struck without hesitation, but the target was not Zuo Dao. The powerful aura of the Golden Immortal erupted, sending the surrounding Cultivators flying like fallen leaves into the distance.
With the sword pointed at the ground, it was a strike that condensed the heart and soul of this golden cultivator.
Boom!
Sword Master Cang Mang, a sense of sorrow spread through the air. This was the essence of the sword, coming from the depths of nine realms, like hanging moonlight, as if it aimed to pierce through the entire earth.
Dust rose and a deep pit appeared before everyone's eyes. Blood seeped from below, leaving them wondering what creature had been slain. The flowing blood resembled a river, endlessly surging forth.
Zuo Dao's heart was also shaken. Although this sword immortal could not match the projection he had seen during his Transcend Tribulation, its power was still formidable.
A single strike pierced through the earth, reaching all the way to the Blood Sea.
The ground trembled as if an unmatched beast was turning over beneath it. It made people unsteady on their feet, and this sword strike brought a momentary clarity to the gathered Cultivators.
It was merely a strike without Intent, yet it caused a tremendous shift in the situation.
The Cultivators soared into the air, gazing down at the trembling ground beneath them, reflecting on their earlier strange emotions.
An elder Cultivator shouted out loud.
"There truly is a demon here! The demon has awakened; chaos will ensue in this great world."
At this moment, no one paid him any attention, as the ground below began to crack open, and pools of blood surged forth from unknown depths. Soon, a massive lake formed beneath their feet.
What was even more unsettling was that within the source of the blood, countless things seemed to be writhing, a thick Blood Mist obscuring their vision.
One Cultivator could no longer withstand the onslaught of the bloody stench and collapsed into the lake. These individuals were weak-willed; although they briefly regained their senses, they could not prevent their descent into madness.
Zuo Dao narrowed his eyes, observing the changes below. He understood that even if he did not take action or prepare, the Cultivators present would not escape unscathed. The sword strike from earlier had thoroughly awakened the slumbering Abyssal Blood Demon.
Now, including Zuo Dao himself, these Cultivators had become mere prey for the newly awakened Blood Demon. Moreover, the blood within these Cultivators was of exceptional quality. Even the older Cultivators exuded a powerful aura of vitality.
The first to regain consciousness was a Sword-Wielding Golden Immortal, who quickly grasped the changes occurring within himself.
"Thank you for saving me earlier, Young Master," he said as he stepped forward to Zuo Dao, bowing respectfully.
"What is happening? Could it be that there truly are demons?"
Zuo Dao glanced at him and noticed that the bloodlight in his eyes had completely vanished. It seemed that due to his sword strike, the Blood Demon could only tempt him but could not threaten his life’s work—the Sword Intent cultivated over thousands of years. Once unleashed, the Sword Intent swiftly eradicated any trace of the Blood Demon's influence.
Zuo Dao nodded. "It should be the Abyssal Blood Demon."
Lu Wei was taken aback by this revelation.
"How is it possible that such a creature still exists in this era?"
Upon hearing this, Zuo Dao cast a meaningful glance at Lu Wei, the Cultivator before him.
"Due to my inheritance, I know some things, particularly about the Abyssal Blood Demon."
It turned out that Lü Wei's inheritance came from an ancient Sword Cultivator who had participated in the great chaos of ancient times. It was because of that battle that the Sword Cultivator fell, and the greatest enemy in that conflict was the Abyssal Blood Demon.
"Tell me what you know," Zuo Dao continued to gaze at the blood lake below.
"The details are unclear, but it seems it was to hunt down an injured Blood Demon. My master and his five disciples relentlessly pursued it for ten years, ultimately slaying it with their swords. However, they lost three capable fighters in the process, and my master was one of them."
Lü Wei himself did not understand why he was sharing this with Zuo Dao. After all, his rise in Miao Cheng was a significant secret. If anyone learned of his Ancient Heritage, he would never have survived to this day.
"Your master and the others must have been at least at the To Immortal Realm back then, right?" Zuo Dao began to pull out Flags and Formations one by one.
Lü Wei did not expect this Cultivator before him to also be an Array Master. "Yes, they were at least at the Mid Stage of Ascension."
Zuo Dao shook his head; it seemed he had underestimated the situation. In ancient times, six Immortals were mobilized just to deal with an injured Blood Demon, and they even sacrificed a few personnel to achieve their goal. At that moment, Zuo Dao wondered if he had been a bit too overconfident.
Although he appeared to have a carefree attitude towards life, deep down he was an extremely cautious person. Otherwise, he wouldn't have approached step by step knowing full well that he was dealing with flags.
He even had a feeling that the emergence of the Blood Demon was not merely coincidental. He had encountered too many accidents and coincidences; it felt as if there was some hidden intention behind it all.
"Clang..."
Lü Wei unsheathed his sword once more.
"This matter began because of me, and it shall end with me."
Hearing this statement, Zuo Dao cast a questioning glance.
Lü Wei forced a smile and said, "If it weren't for my own selfish desires, these people wouldn't be gathered here. Such a surge of blood and energy must have attracted the attention of the Blood Demon."
He then pulled out an object from his ring, revealing a hand bone.
"If I hadn't taken this hand bone from the Demon Suppression Hall, the Blood Demon below wouldn't have awakened so quickly."
Zuo Dao looked at the hand bone. Although it was dull and grayish-white, he could sense a faint aura emanating from it that was remarkably similar to the energy of the land itself.
"I initially targeted the Demon Suppression Hall because I discovered this hand bone. I thought it was all just an illusion, but I never expected..."
At this point, Lü Wei couldn't help but show a look of guilt.
Zuo Dao finally understood the twists and turns of the situation.
This hand bone clearly belonged to an ancient Great Power. Somehow, Lü Wei had discovered it and stolen it from the Demon Suppression Hall, disrupting the sealing power of the stone hall and causing the Blood Demon to revive.
Thinking about this, Zuo Dao shook his head helplessly, unsure of what to say. Lü Wei was already resigned to his fate; he had experienced the pride of a sword immortal before.
At that moment, all the Cultivators began to feel uneasy, wanting to retreat from this land. However, they soon realized that they were surrounded by an unknown force that sealed them in, no matter how hard they attacked.
"The Blood Demon is starting to awaken; this is a great disaster," Lü Wei said as he looked at Zuo Dao. "Although I don't know who you are, if anyone here can stop it, it must be you. You came specifically for this, didn't you?"
Zuo Dao replied, "At first, I just felt something was off in this place and came to take a look. I didn't expect it to be such a surprise."
"Haha." Lü Wei laughed heartily. "What a surprise indeed! Who would have thought that my entire life of cultivation would end up in disaster because of my wavering resolve?"
"You don't need to blame yourself. Even without you, there would still be Li Wei, Zhao Wei, and others appearing," Zuo Dao comforted him. "Right now, the most important thing is these Cultivators. If they are all absorbed by the Blood Demon, even I will be powerless."
Zuo Dao spoke the truth; no matter how powerful he was, there were limits, and the Blood Demon was notoriously difficult to kill. Although he didn't have to worry about Solemn Temple, he had to remain cautious until he confirmed whether these matters were connected.
"There are those who deserve to die here, as well as innocent people. I can only hope to save as many as I can," Lü's voice revealed both helplessness and determination.
Those who deserved to die could be left behind, while the innocent could only be saved one by one, after all, the name of the Abyssal Blood Demon was far too notorious.
"I will set up a formation first. If we can deal with the Blood Demon within a certain timeframe, we won't have to pay such a heavy price."
Zuo Dao's words brought joy to Lü Wei's heart.
"However, before that, you must take care of those who deserve to die among the crowd. I need to focus on the Formation."
Due to a lack of manpower around him, Zuo Dao couldn't guarantee the safety of every Cultivator if chaos erupted suddenly. Upon hearing this, Lü Wei quickly assured him.
"Don't worry, I can manage that. But I must be the one to face the Blood Demon in our first battle."
Zuo Dao looked at Lü Wei's serious expression and nodded in agreement.
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