Chapter 714 Attacking the Blood God Sea Region (Location)

This was a rare and precious resource for the entire Eastern Sea cultivation world.

If they could seize the Blood God Sea Region (Location), then after fully absorbing these spirit islands, even if the strength of the Eastern Sea cultivation world couldn't return to its peak, it would likely increase by at least 20 to 30 percent. No wonder these people were so exhilarated.

The Venerable Dorian, seeing the battle fervor burning in everyone's eyes, smiled faintly and waved his hand to dismiss the assembly.

After the others had departed, he retained Eldrin and Lyra before finally inquiring, "You've journeyed across great distances—was your passage uneventful?"

"I didn't encounter much trouble," Eldrin replied calmly before asking, "Is there anything I should pay special attention to in this battle?"

Hearing this, Dorian Saint Lord did not answer but instead asked, “Have you brought the Green Abyss Sword?”

"Naturally, I carry it with me."

Eldrin nodded with a faint smile.

Hearing this, Saint Lord Dorian (Person Name) smiled faintly and said, "That is more than enough."

"Then I can rest easy."

Eldrin nodded upon hearing this, then took his leave from Lyra and departed.

After the 2 had departed, Daoist Canghai frowned and said, “This time, we have borrowed the Sea Pavilion’s World-Suppressing Vessel. Dealing with the Blood God Sea Region is now a near certainty, and the Horizon Sea Pavilion alone will be enough to suppress the Demonic Sea Region.”

"However, the stance of the 5 Demon Ancestors remains unclear. Are you absolutely certain of victory?"

Dorian furrowed his brow slightly upon hearing this. The demonic factions of the Eastern Sea cultivation realm wielded formidable power—truly a force not to be underestimated.

Among the East Sea's demon progenitors, there stood 5 Primordial Spirit demon progenitors: the Black Tortoise Demon Progenitor, the Ice Dragon Demon Progenitor, the Soaring Serpent Demon Progenitor, and the 2 Golden-Winged Great Peng Demon Progenitors.

Among these 5 Eldrin, the Black Tortoise Eldrin was the most powerful and had lived the longest.

This Black Tortoise Demon Ancestor ranked among the top 5 primordial spirits within the Violet Realm's demonkind. It was said that in its early years, it dwelled within the Northern Ming Sea of the extreme northern ice plains, earning the title of Northern Ming Demon Ancestor.

However, with the rise of the Kunpeng tribe in the Far North Ice Plains, the Great Sage Kunpeng proclaimed himself the foremost great sage among the demon races of the Violet Realm. With several Demon Ancestors aiding him, the Xuanwu Demon Ancestor was naturally no match for their combined strength.

At that time, it so happened that Donghuang Qinglong, the foremost demonic cultivator of the Eastern Sea immortal realm, had been slain by Emperor Jiang. Seizing the opportunity, the Black Tortoise Demon Ancestor decisively departed for the Eastern Sea immortal realm and took over the territory once ruled by the Azure Dragon Demon Ancestor.

The other demon patriarchs were no less formidable. The Ice Chi Demon Patriarch possessed the bloodline of a true dragon, while the Teng Snake was a mythical variant. The 2 Golden-Winged Roc Demon Patriarchs also boasted exceptionally pure bloodlines. It could be said that none among them were easy opponents.

Once these 5 Eldritch Progenitors make their move, they will likely drastically alter the course of this battle.

With this thought in mind, Dorian's brow furrowed slightly in contemplation. After pondering for a long while, he finally spoke: "The Black Tortoise Demon Ancestor has lived for 1 100 70 1000 years, having long cultivated to the Great Perfection stage of Nascent Soul."

For 17 1000 years, over a dozen cultivators had achieved immortality before it, yet it remained utterly unmoved. This time would likely be no different.

Among the remaining 4 Demon Ancestors, the Flying Serpent was the most formidable. However, I have already requested the assistance of Daoist Longgu. As for the 2 Golden-Winged Roc Demon Emperors, Brother Guanhai from the Endless Sky Pavilion and Lord Xinghe from the Inner Sea will deal with them.

Hearing this, Daoist Canglang nodded.

Beyond the Horizon Pavilion boasts 2 Dao Lords. Apart from the master of Sky-Reaching Beyond the Horizon Pavilion, even Guanhai Dao Lord is no pushover. Meanwhile, Xinghe Dao Lord reigns as the sovereign of the Lin Clan, dominant force within the Inner Sea cultivation realm.

At this thought, he inquired further, "That Ice Python Ancestor possesses the bloodline of a True Dragon, with a cultivation base as high as the fourth level of the Nascent Soul Realm. It must be exceedingly troublesome to deal with. How do you plan to handle it?"

Unexpectedly, Dorian wore a slightly awkward expression upon hearing the mention of the Ice Serpent Demon Ancestor.

He hesitated briefly before speaking evasively, "Set your mind at ease. That Ice Python Demon Ancestor is of no great concern. I have my own means to subdue it."

Canghai Daojun was slightly taken aback. Never did he expect that given their relationship, the other would still keep secrets from him. He could only shake his head and remark, "It seems you have reasons difficult to divulge."

"Very well. You have always been a man of many schemes, so I presume you have your own plans."

Early the next morning, the army marched deep into the Blood God Sea Region (Location).

With the Sixth-Rank Pure Yang Treasure Ship (Magic Treasure) leading the way, the demonic cultivation spirit islands along the route dared not resist, and were swiftly eradicated 1 by 1 in an exceedingly short time.

In just 3 years after this battle, they led their armies to conquer dozens of the demon clan's spirit islands and tightly besieged Blood God Island—1 of the 3 major demonic cultivation forbidden lands in the Eastern Sea cultivation realm.

"Dorian, you little scoundrels of the Canglang, how dare you!"

Just then, a cold sneer echoed from within the island.

There, atop the Crimson God Island, the Blood God Ancestor materialized, his face a mask of ashen fury.

As the Blood God Patriarch emerged, before Dorian could utter a word, Daoist Canghai sneered coldly, "When we last met, I declared I would return in 1 1000 years to claim your head. Today, I have come!"

"Is that all you've got?"

The Blood Fiend Old Ghost revealed a cold sneer and spoke with utter disdain.

The grudge of blocking 1's path and the hatred of seizing 1's spiritual veins—even setting aside the conflict between righteous and demonic factions, such grievances could never be peacefully resolved. There was naturally no room for negotiation in this battle.

At Dorian's command, over a 100 treasure ships began relentlessly assaulting the Blood God Sea Region, depleting the spiritual energy reserves within the islands.

Eldrin also followed amidst the crowd, continuously urging the 2 treasured vessels of his clan to deplete the spiritual energy on the Blood God Island.

However, the power contained within a sixth-grade spirit vein was truly astonishing. Even after over a 100 fifth-grade treasure ships had bombarded it for a dozen or so days, the island's defensive barrier showed not the slightest sign of weakening.

"This spiritual island not only possesses a tier-6 spirit vein, but also serves as the ancestral water source of the Eastern Sea. I fear we cannot breach its defenses if we continue attacking like this."

From the void above, Dorian (Person Name) naturally saw this with perfect clarity. He nodded to the Canghai Daojun (Person Name) and declared, "The time has come."

As Dorian steeled his resolve, he produced an ancient talisman brimming with primordial aura and hurled it toward the Blood God Island.

As this treasure talisman descended, the entire Crimson God Island shook as if in the throes of an earthquake, and the power of the mountain-protecting array was instantly suppressed by half.

Sixth-Tier, Superior-Grade Array-Breaking Talisman!

In that instant, Blood God Patriarch's face drastically changed, revealing a trace of panic.

Only a Primordial Spirit, Late Stage (Cultivation Realm) cultivator could produce a sixth-rank, superior-grade Array-Breaking Talisman, and even then, it required the consumption of exceptionally rare materials.

This treasure likely numbered no more than 10 in the entire realm, its value comparable to that of a pure Yang spirit artifact. Yet Dorian had used it without the slightest hesitation.

The Blood God Island's Mountain Guarding Formation had reached the mid-grade of the sixth tier, yet after its power was reduced by 50 percent, it had been significantly weakened.

Seizing the moment, Daoist Canghai struck. He activated the slaughter formation aboard the Sea Pavilion Vessel that Subdues the World, unleashing a blow that could shake the heavens.

The Haige Township Vessel, as a supreme war treasure for assaulting the Spirit Mountain, could unleash power comparable to a Primordial Spirit, Late Stage (Cultivation Realm) when fully activated. The Blood God Island's mountain-protecting array stood no chance against it.

After 3 consecutive strikes landed with thunderous force, the Blood God Island's mountain protection array was finally torn asunder.

Chapter 1 The biting northern wind swept across the mountain range, howling like countless vengeful spirits. Snowflakes danced wildly in the air, blanketing the jagged peaks in a layer of pristine white. At the summit of the highest mountain, a lone figure sat cross-legged upon a massive bluestone, motionless as if carved from ice. Lin Feng's eyelashes were coated with frost, yet his expression remained tranquil. The spiritual energy within his dantian churned like a raging river, relentlessly impacting the final barrier. He had been trapped at the ninth level of Qi Refinement for 3 full years. Today, he would either break through to Foundation Establishment or perish in the attempt. "Come on, then," he whispered to the gathering storm clouds overhead. Suddenly, the sky darkened. Thick, ominous clouds converged, swirling into a massive vortex centered above him. Bolts of purple lightning snaked within the clouds, their menacing crackles echoing through the mountains. The very air grew heavy with impending doom. This was the Heavenly Tribulation. Lin Feng's eyes snapped open, 2 beams of piercing light shooting forth. His hands moved in a series of intricate seals, summoning a shimmering blue barrier around himself—the Profound Ice Shield. Simultaneously, a fiery red longsword appeared before him, its blade humming with restrained power. The Li Fire Sword of the Returning Abyss. The first lightning bolt struck with terrifying force. Boom! The Profound Ice Shield shattered instantly. Lin Feng's body convulsed violently, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. Yet, his gaze remained unwavering. He channeled his spiritual energy, and the Li Fire Sword of the Returning Abyss shot skyward, meeting the second lightning bolt head-on. The clash of energies illuminated the entire mountaintop. The longsword trembled under the immense power but held firm. "Again!" Lin Feng roared, pouring every last bit of his cultivation base into the sword. The third, and final, lightning bolt descended. This 1 was different—a deep, menacing black, thinner than the others but radiating pure destructive energy. It seemed to slice through the very fabric of space itself. Lin Feng knew this was the true test. He took a deep breath, recalling the countless hardships he had endured over the past decade. The lonely years of meditation, the dangerous journeys into demon beast-infested territories for resources, the betrayals, the losses... all of it had led to this moment. He stood up, his tattered robes whipping in the ferocious wind. Instead of defending, he chose to attack. Gathering all his remaining spiritual energy, he fused it with his burgeoning sword intent and launched himself toward the black lightning, the Li Fire Sword of the Returning Abyss leading the charge. The resulting explosion of light was blinding. When the radiance finally faded, the storm clouds had dissipated, leaving behind a clear, starlit sky. The mountain peak was scorched black, with a deep crater at its center. In the middle of the crater, Lin Feng struggled to his feet. His body was covered in wounds, his robes in tatters, but a powerful, stable aura now radiated from him—the unmistakable aura of the Foundation Establishment stage. He had succeeded. A faint smile touched his lips as he looked toward the distant horizon. A new chapter in his journey had just begun.