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Chapter 1848 - 682: Ming Zhao Heaven, Land of Inheritance (June 1st, request for monthly tickets!)_3

Chapter 1848: Chapter 682: Ming Zhao Heaven, Land of Inheritance (June 1st, request for monthly tickets!)_3

If Luo Chen were here, he would certainly recognize at a glance that the young man was none other than He Yuan, the direct disciple of the Yuan Mo Sect whom he had met twice in the past.

And this blood-robed Daoist was clearly Blood Nightmare Mo Luo.

He stood quietly in the expanse of the Blood Sea, with a look of sentiment on his face.

"Ancestor, if you hadn’t perished, how could my Yuan Mo Sect have fallen into the hands of the Demon Clan."

Then, he shook his head again.

"If the Yuan Mo Sect hadn’t been destroyed, how could I defy the rules of the first ancestor to achieve what I desire in my heart, attempting to unify the three veins and accomplish the True Body of the Blood Sea."

Muttering, he was about to step into the Blood Sea.

At this moment, the sound of a captivating sword resounded.

Within the Blood Sea, the waves surged like dragons, and a streak of blood light shot out, transforming into an ancient battle sword.

The battle sword hovered high, with its tip slanting, pointing distantly at Blood Nightmare Mo Luo.

Blood Nightmare Mo Luo furrowed his brows slightly, "Why are you stopping me? You were the one who led me here."

The blood-colored battle sword remained silent, hanging high with a sharp blade.

Blood Nightmare Mo Luo took a deep breath, a dense blood light slowly emerging from his body.

"I am the twenty-seventh disciple of the Yuan Mo Sect, bearing the inheritance of the Blood Sea, and I come here only to gather the residual power of the Blood Sea Elder Ancestor to aid me in advancing to the God Transformation Realm."

"If I succeed in God Transformation, I will surely restore the Demon Sect."

"If you won’t help me, fine, but how can you stop me!"

The dense blood light surged upwards, intending to taint the ancient battle sword.

As if sensing the formidable filth power in the blood light, the ancient battle sword let out a mournful cry and swiftly retreated.

Seeing the so-called Godslayer Blood Sword retreat, Blood Nightmare Mo Luo finally heaved a sigh of relief.

This Dark Realm was too dangerous, filled with countless demons he had only read about in the sect’s records.

Even the Blood Sea Elder Ancestor had perished in this realm!

Thus, he dared not even think about the inheritance of the Dark Realm.

His purpose for coming here was simple: to absorb the leftover power of the Blood Sea Elder Ancestor, enabling him to take another step forward on the path of unifying the three veins.

Of course, if he could comprehend even a small part of the Path of Blood law, he wouldn’t mind using it to advance to God Transformation.

"Currently merely at the Nascent Soul Third Layer, it’s too early to consider the God Transformation Realm; better to first absorb the remaining power of the Elder Ancestor here!"

Murmuring to himself, Blood Nightmare Mo Luo patted his body several times.

Subsequently, over a hundred figures emerged one by one from his body.

"Blood God Children, go!"

With that command, over a hundred figures all plunged into the Blood Sea.

After immersing himself in careful absorption for several days and confirming there were no issues, Blood Nightmare Mo Luo cautiously stepped into the Blood Sea.

Upon entering, he began to operate his cultivation technique.

Instantly, his body started to melt, beginning to merge with the Blood Sea.

At the same time, on another battlefield in this world.

Four figures stood on the desolate ground.

Three of them remained motionless, while only one tall and burly domineering man squatted on the ground, looking at the mutilated corpse.

"The demons here are too fierce; only by attacking together with my four Nascent Soul Stage Blood God Children and my main body could we manage to forcefully slay it. For this, we even destroyed one Blood God Child, leaving only three."

He slowly stood, and the beard on his face couldn’t conceal his anger.

"Where on earth is the place where the Blood Sea Elder Ancestor sat in meditation?"

"If I can’t find his resting place, I won’t be able to advance to the Late Stage Nascent Soul, much less tread the Dao of God Transformation!"

Surveying his surroundings, he made a difficult decision.

It seemed near impossible to find the Blood Sea Elder Ancestor’s resting place relying solely on himself; perhaps it was time to disperse his forces.

With a thought, the three remaining Blood God Children beside him scattered and tunneled off in three different directions.

Meanwhile, he silently submerged himself beneath the ground.

...

In a world brimming with life, amidst vibrant green waters and Qing Mountain.

A figure staggered out of the sky out of nowhere.

He suddenly fell, causing a cloud of dust to rise upon impact with the ground.

As the dust dispersed, Luo Chen’s somewhat pale face was revealed.

He looked around, finally focusing his gaze on a tall, grayish-white stone monument.

On it, two words were inscribed.

[Alchemy Realm]