Chapter 120: The Blood Demon and Reincarnation

It is said that the previous head of the Blood Origin Sect fell into madness while breaking through the innate realm barrier. On the brink of death, he passed the sect leader position to his eldest disciple, Xue Qianli. After the former leader’s demise, other disciples expressed their dissatisfaction, igniting fierce internal strife within the Blood Origin Sect. Many disciples suffered heavy casualties, but in the end, the two brothers, Xue Wuxing and Xue Wuying, emerged victorious. They defeated all rivals vying for power and ascended to the position of sect leader.

Rumors even claimed that Xue Qianli was killed by these two brothers. Yet, to everyone's surprise, he appeared here today. Moreover, judging by the respectful tone Xue Wuying used when speaking to him, it was clear that Xue Qianli was held in high regard. This suggested that Xue Qianli might have secretly allied with the two brothers, hiding in the shadows to help defeat all opponents and deceive the righteous sects.

Therefore, the true mastermind behind the Blood Origin Sect’s turmoil was likely not the two brothers but Xue Qianli, lurking in the shadows.

Contemplating this, Xue Qianli suddenly laughed heartily and soared into the air, hovering above the Yin-Yang Spring. His right hand stretched out flat, and a swirling, pitch-black light flickered in his palm. It eventually condensed into a palm-sized token resting in his hand.

“The Blood Demon Token!” Feng Wuji exclaimed in shock. The Blood Demon Token was the treasured relic of the Blood Origin Sect. Legend had it that the first sect leader collected the blood of ten thousand righteous cultivators and immersed this token within it. After thirty years of ritual refinement, the token took shape as an unparalleled treasure, said to rival the Qing Sect’s ultimate relic, the Heavenly Demon Mirror, underscoring the token’s terrifying power.

Now, even without activation, the Blood Demon Token began to emit a thick, bloody aura that spread rapidly. Intertwined within the bloodlust was a chilling, malevolent demonic energy. The fusion of these energies elevated the token’s power to a terrifying level; even its mere aura was enough to overwhelm ordinary righteous disciples.

“Down!” Xue Qianli shouted, flipping his palm. The Blood Demon Token plunged into the Yin-Yang Spring, sinking swiftly to the bottom.

“Blood Seal Qianli!” He murmured these words softly. His palm shapeshifted through a series of intricate seals, and crimson light coalesced into a mysterious pattern before him.

With both hands pressing downward, the blood-red pattern suddenly expanded dozens of times, enveloping the entire Yin-Yang Spring as it descended upon its surface. Simultaneously, from the spring’s depths, a pillar of blood-red light shot skyward, merging with the rune pattern and spinning rapidly.

Countless strands of sinister yin energy poured from the pattern into the spring. The spring’s waters, invaded by this malevolent force, churned violently like boiling water.

“Bastard!” Feng Wuji roared in fury. His sword rang sharply as he unleashed full power without restraint. His moves crashed like furious waves, condensing into a fearsome vortex.

Seeing Feng Wuji’s frenzied assault, the two brothers, Xue Wuxing and Xue Wuying, understood his desperation. However, the demonic sect had been dormant for a thousand years, concentrating all their efforts into this one decisive battle. They would not allow Feng Wuji to interfere with the Yin-Yang Spring’s corruption.

With a simultaneous shout, they met Feng Wuji’s attack head-on. Previously holding back, they now unleashed their full strength, forcibly blocking him.

Despite Feng Wuji’s frantic efforts, like an ant on a hot pan, he could not break through the brothers’ defense.

Xue Qianli stood in the void, scattering myriad beams of crimson light from his hands into the strange blood pattern, continuously fueling its power.

The Yin-Yang Spring was the source of the Qing Mountain lineage’s spiritual veins. Now corrupted by evil energy, it began to tremble violently, disrupting the spiritual veins. Countless streams of spiritual energy dispersed outward, suddenly intensifying the concentration of the surrounding spiritual flags. The subterranean veins branching out were undergoing drastic changes.

The ground quaked, and the Yin-Yang Spring whimpered, but the blood-red power suppressed it tightly, preventing any escape. The crystal-clear waters were visibly turning murky at an alarming rate.

Gritting his teeth, Feng Wuji hastily recited an incantation. A pillar of azure light soared, resembling a dazzling firework or the summoning of some great force.

Only Feng Wuji knew that he was summoning the Qing Sect’s treasured artifact, the Heavenly Demon Mirror. It was the Qing Sect’s greatest secret, known only to the successive sect leaders. Only he fully understood what the mirror represented. The Azure River Edge Sword was the sect’s sacred relic, but the hidden Heavenly Demon Mirror, once restored fully, was on an entirely different level.

If not for the dire situation, he would never have revealed such a treasure. Innocent though he was, possessing such a marvel made him a target. Though the Qing Sect might dominate the Qing Mountain lineage alone, countless sects far stronger than Qing Sect existed throughout Dragon Realm. Feng Wuji dared not expose such a treasure openly.

Meanwhile, Long Yun felt a faint resonance from the Reincarnation Mirror within him. Having established a spiritual connection with it, he sensed Feng Wuji’s summons through the mirror. A faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

With a single wave of his hand, the Reincarnation Mirror transformed into a beam of golden light, shooting swiftly toward the azure pillar.

Long Yun knew that since Feng Wuji had unleashed the Reincarnation Mirror, he must have encountered an insurmountable problem. He wished the Qing Sect would perish in this battle but could not bring harm to the entire Qing Mountain lineage. Thus, he sent out the Reincarnation Mirror to aid Feng Wuji. This was understandable, especially since Feng Wuji’s strength was insufficient to wrest the mirror from his possession.

“What’s going on, Long Yun?” Xu Xian asked, startled by the terrifying aura radiating from Long Yun’s body as the mirror blasted forth.

Long Yun smiled calmly. “Don’t worry, Patriarch. Feng Wuji must have run into trouble, so he summoned the Reincarnation Mirror. I am lending him my aid.”

Xu Xian frowned slightly, snorting coldly. “Hmph! That bastard’s gamble is cunning. Long Yun, you’ve done well—make sure to keep him alive, for I intend to take his life with my own hands!”

Long Yun nodded. The group hastened their pace, rushing toward the direction the Reincarnation Mirror had flown.

A timeless, ancient force suddenly enveloped the battlefield. Feeling this aura, a smile flickered across Feng Wuji’s face as he seized the rapidly approaching Reincarnation Mirror.

“Heavenly Demon Mirror, reverse the power of reincarnation—break this formation!” Feng Wuji shouted. The Reincarnation Mirror slipped from his grip, transforming into a dazzling golden light that shot toward the two brothers, Xue Wuxing and Xue Wuying.

Both brothers’ faces changed drastically. From the mirror emanated a terrifying aura that instilled fear in them. They dared not face it head-on and swiftly employed unparalleled agility to evade, yet remained wary. Pressing their four palms together, they summoned layers of dark energy shields, blocking the incoming attack.

Though the Reincarnation Mirror did not strike them directly, the aftershock shattered more than twenty layers of their defenses, leaving only three shields between the attack and their bodies.

Escaping disaster, the brothers broke out in a fine cold sweat. What kind of divine artifact was this? How could it possess such formidable power?

The Reincarnation Mirror now streaked toward the Yin-Yang Spring, its target clear: Xue Qianli.

Xue Qianli was fully controlling the Blood Demon Token, eroding the spring’s essence, when a colossal aura suddenly surged toward him. His expression changed instantly.

Gritting his teeth, he shouted and halted the corruption. The Blood Demon Token shot out from the spring, hovering before him.

“Blood Demon Descends!” With a roar, the token unleashed myriad crimson beams that coalesced behind him into a massive figure ten zhang tall.

This specter bore three heads and six arms, its eyes as large as copper bells glowing with a demonic blood-red hue. A chilling, bloodthirsty aura spread instantly.

This unparalleled demon was none other than the spectral form of the Blood God, a powerful general under the World-Destroying Demon God. Though merely a phantom, it radiated an unstoppable malevolent energy.

Watching the Reincarnation Mirror hurtle toward him, the Blood God’s visage grew grave. Both arms reached out simultaneously, intending to seize the mirror using the demon’s formidable constitution.