The First Demon of the Chan Sect
Chapter 173 - 173 119 Ancient Sealing God Battlefield

173: Chapter 119 Ancient Sealing God Battlefield 173: Chapter 119 Ancient Sealing God Battlefield (PS: Thanks to An Xin Xiao Qi for the reward of 100 Qidian Coins, and Lord for the reward of 200 Qidian Coins!

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Li Qingming put away the Blood Transformation Divine Saber, which had become dim and lackluster, and walked slowly toward Blood River Demon.

Seeing the demon collapsed on the ground, unconscious and even convulsing, Li Qingming slightly frowned his eyebrows, decided not to wake him up, because interrogation seemed useless, who knows what other tricks might arise.

After failing in Crossing Tribulation, a cultivator whose cultivation and Primordial Spirit has been dissociated, often cannot be called a cultivator anymore but is referred to as Independent Immortal.

Independent immortal, independent immortal, though no longer of any rank, is still considered an immortal.

It’s clearly unrealistic to try to learn about an Independent Immortal’s past by soul searching.

Thus, Li Qingming unleashed his Primordial Spirit, which swiftly fled into the brain of the Blood River Demon.

He then saw the Primordial Spirit Space of the demon, which manifested a vast sea of blood.

Countless souls of creatures were drifting and shrieking above this sea of blood!

The Primordial Spirit Space of a cultivator is not static.

It often represents the path that the cultivator has walked.

Whether it’s been stained with blood, accumulated virtue or slaughtered the heavens, it can all be represented.

This Blood River Demon’s Primordial Spirit Space, which conjured so many vengeful spirits and fierce souls, made it easy to guess that this demon truly lived up to his name.

The endless sea of blood alone showed his hands were stained with blood, his sins truly indescribable.

Suddenly, Li Qingming noticed a luxurious blood-colored palace deep within the distant sea of blood.

Clad in a blood-red robe, the Blood River Demon was shivering in the center of the great hall.

He was extremely afraid of Li Qingming, even the formidable Taiyi Golden Immortal “Grandpa Niu” couldn’t defeat this terrifying being.

How could he not be afraid?

Li Qingming laughed heartily and in an instant, appeared beside the Blood River Demon.

The Primordial Spirit of Li Qingming opened and closed his hands, releasing tens of thousands of slender filaments.

These filaments, imprinted with golden light, penetrated every nook of the Blood River Demon’s body.

After an unknown period, the Primordial Spirit Space of the Blood River Demon completely shattered.

Li Qingming removed the demon’s physical body and, looking at the increasingly stupefied Blood River Demon in front of him, slightly waved his hand.

The once dominant and cunning hegemon of the Cultivation World, the Blood River Demon, turned into endless dust and drifted away with the wind.

“Huang San, follow me to the back mountain!” Li Qingming didn’t bother with the disciples of the Blood Demon Sect, who were observing from the side, and headed straight for the back mountain without looking back.

The back mountain of the Blood Demon Sect, although set with prohibitions by the sect’s elders, was full of flaws in Li Qingming’s eyes.

Just lightly poking with Ming Huang San’s longsword, the seemingly impregnable prohibition disappeared instantly.

Li Qingming led the way, and as they turned past a small hill, the scene suddenly opened up.

What a scene it was!

Countless severed limbs and arms, magical treasures and weapons, and chaotically strewn battle flags and chariot shafts lay across a gigantic valley.

Various rare exotic beast corpses exuded a strong aura.

Amidst the gleaming treasures, there were various colored, either intact or damaged, magical treasures.

Even the bodies of deceased humans emitted an immortal divine light.

The intense evil Qi and killing intent filled the entire gigantic valley, making the space, already indestructible, even more fiercely perilous.

From the scattered flags on the battlefield, Li Qingming deduced that this was an ancient battlefield from the Divine Enthronement era.

He even wondered if this valley was originally a fragment of space, forcibly embedded into the Cultivation World for some unknown reason.

“This, Your Majesty!

What is this place?” Huang San, who stood closely by Li Qingming’s side, was in shock as he looked at the ancient battlefield before him, unable to believe that such a terrifying ancient battlefield could exist in this small Cultivating World.

“Sealing God Battlefield!” Li Qingming looked at the flags marked “Zhou” and “Shang” fluttering in the wind and said lightly.

“Oh!” Since Huang San died before the start of Witch Demon War in the Primordial Era, he naturally had no knowledge of the Sealing God Battle, which came nearly a full Calamity later.

“Huang San, many of these corpses are from Taiyi and Da Luo realm cultivators.

Even though they have been dead for who knows how many years, they are not something a mere Golden Immortal like you can handle.

You should return first!” Seeing Huang San hesitate, Li Qingming suddenly said.

“By your command!” Though Xia Liqing wasn’t dead and Huang San was unwilling, he dared not disobey Li Qingming’s order and, with no choice, respectfully retreated.

Li Qingming, with a mischievous glint in his eyes, looked at the ancient battlefield and muttered, “Old fellow, you chose not the right path to Heaven, and found no gate to Hell on your own.

Just clean your neck and wait for me here in this battlefield!”

Having said this, Li Qingming walked composedly into the valley.

The Evil Qi in the battlefield, sensing the sudden intrusion of an outsider, instantly erupted into chaos.

Countless bloodthirsty Evil Qi surged wildly.

Numerous broken Weapons and Treasures began to tremble violently.

With a “clang clang” sound, they abruptly soared into the air, like arrows released from their bowstrings, and fiercely shot towards Li Qingming.

Li Qingming’s face remained calm, a visible circle of cyan radiance slowly spread around his body.

“Ding ding dong dong!”

After a chaotic noise, all the broken Weapons and Treasures flew back in retreat.

Their already dim glow grew even duller.

As the saying goes: biting dogs don’t bark, barking dogs don’t bite!

These Weapons and Treasures, although seemingly fierce and aggressive, were merely flashy without substance.

Some of the dim and unremarkable Treasures and Weapons were the real biting dogs, the crowing roosters.

“Boom!”

At that moment, an Exotic Beast that previously lay on the ground resembling a white rat, suddenly burst forth.

It abruptly increased in size while in the air, undergoing a complete transformation.

The beast now resembled a giant elephant, pure white all over with ribs that sprouted wings, still as a virgin but moving as swiftly as a startled rabbit.

With lightning speed, it flapped its wings, opened its huge maw, and ferociously lunged at Li Qingming.

Li Qingming was momentarily stunned and thought to himself, “Damn, what the hell is this creature?

Does such a thing even exist in the Primordial World?” Unable to dodge in time, Li Qingming directly summoned the Qiankun Tripod.

The Qiankun Tripod gradually enlarged in mid-air, and with the weight of a hundred million catties, it fiercely smashed towards the Exotic Beast’s head.

“Clang!”

With a loud cosmic sound, the Exotic Beast rolled its eyes, frothed at the mouth, and fell to the ground.

Li Qingming, without a second glance, directly collected it into the spatial realm of the Qiankun Tripod.

Just as he was about to continue forward, two peculiar Exotic Treasures flew towards him from not far away.

One was a sword, and the other was a pipa.

The sword bore talismans, divided into four Tao Runes engraved upon it – Earth, Water, Fire, Wind.

This cyan Longsword was surrounded by endless killing intent; before even getting close to Li Qingming, it released rolling black winds.

Within the wind, one could faintly see thousands of spears and, amid them, a Fire Snake writhing.

Aided by the black wind, the fire borrowed the momentum of the wind, causing wildfires everywhere, filling the air with black smoke.

The bodies of formidable Exotic Beasts around, coming into contact with the black smoke, instantly turned into ashes.

This thick smoke rolled like a fierce beast just released from its cage, terrifying and ferocious.

Li Qingming, with his Cultivation just recently restored to the Golden Immortal level, knew relying on his own strength without the aid of Magic Treasures to safely escape was simply a fool’s dream.

“Boom!”

A rustic and ancient Black Gourd unexpectedly suspended in the high air.

The gourd opened to its widest, releasing terrifying sucking forces.

The rolling black smoke couldn’t withstand it at all, comparable to the suction power of an Innate Treasure, the Qiankun Gourd.

In the blink of an eye, it was completely devoured.

Along with it, the cyan Longsword was also sucked in, clean, as if a hungry ghost was feasting.

The other pipa-like Treasure, however, was elegantly designed.

With strings orderly arranged according to Earth, Water, Fire, Wind, the seemingly harmless pipa, uncontrolled, stealthily moved in the void.

A clear melody, reminiscent of chimes and bells, swiftly reached Li Qingming’s ears.

This was a pleasant solace for the mind, but also a profound method of attack.

The originally exquisite melody suddenly shifted, becoming high-pitched and filled with a chilling aura.

Li Qingming, a seasoned old monster in Cultivation, came out of his trance as the music changed.

How could such mere music sway him?

This thing wasn’t Fu Xi’s Zither; how could it be as powerful as that?

“To thank you, for giving me a moment of relaxation for the first time in tens of thousands of years!

I’ll collect you and give you to someone destined,” Li Qingming smiled slightly, once again summoning the Qiankun Tripod, and collected the still struggling to escape pipa into the tripod space.

Looking at the Ancient Divine Enthronement Battlefield that had suddenly become calm, Li Qingming suddenly felt less enthusiastic.

He was reminded of his loved ones, siblings, and friends in the Primordial World!

At this moment, Li Qingming’s desire to return to the Primordial World grew incredibly strong!