Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension Chapter 1286 - 697: Inhuman

While Zhao Sheng and his pursuer were rapidly putting distance between themselves and the ruins, the platinum platform at the center of the site seemed to react. Blood-colored patterns suddenly manifested on its polished walls, intertwining like biological veins to form a mesmerizingly intricate ancient formation.

Faint strands of crimson light leaked from the structure, casting a dim glow against the darkened sky. Simultaneously, at an immeasurable depth far beneath the earth, a figure stood amidst the profound shadows.

These figures were not alone; they were countless, stretching out into the darkness toward an unreachable horizon.

Triggered by Feng Xianxian’s activation of the platform, two pinpoints of blood-red light ignited in the abyss below. One figure slowly tilted its head upward, its gaze piercing the dark as if it had sensed something above.

This act served as a catalyst. Pairs of blood-red eyes began to flicker to life throughout the darkness, illuminating the void with myriad points of crimson light that resembled stars shimmering in a night sky.

Zhao Sheng, of course, remained oblivious to the transformations occurring at the platform and the depths beneath it.

To shake off the pursuing Feng Xianxian, he had been forced to trigger Space-Time Teleportation six times in rapid succession, covering over two hundred li in a single burst.

By exploiting the unique terrain of the Ice Sealed Demon Abyss, he finally managed to exit her Will Field. He immediately masked his presence behind layers of frozen peaks, vanishing entirely from her perception.

Unable to close the gap, Feng Xianxian could only "watch" as her target slipped beyond the reach of her spiritual sense, his trail going cold.

Faced with this, she had no choice but to stop, her expression darkening with frustration before she suddenly dove back toward the ruins below...

After traveling more than two thousand li, Zhao Sheng noticed that the suffocating icy fog was beginning to thin and the clusters of ice peaks were growing more sporadic.

However, the peaks in this region were significantly more massive and towered much higher than those he had seen before, often reaching heights of over a thousand zhang.

After some time, Zhao Sheng carefully bypassed the wandering Ice Demons, gliding silently across the frozen ground.

"Splash, splash..."

During his trek, the faint sound of moving water reached his ears, emanating from an ice peak several hundred zhang away.

Zhao Sheng turned his head toward the source and saw that the ice peak appeared to be liquefying. Massive plumes of vapor rose from it into the air, making the mist around this specific peak much thicker than the surrounding area.

"This is... unusual!" Zhao Sheng’s brow furrowed as he immediately flew toward the mountain of ice.

In an instant, he reached the base of the peak.

Looking up, he saw a shimmering red radiance bleeding from the depths of the ice. The moment that red light hit his eyes, a sharp prickling sensation struck his pupils, followed by a searing heat like a white-hot iron, sending waves of intense pain through him.

Zhao Sheng quickly looked away, switching to his Original Spirit to perceive his surroundings.

Through the "sight" of his spiritual sense, the crimson glow became transparent, exposing the bizarre phenomenon trapped within the ice.

Deep inside the ice peak lay a viscous blood pool of unfathomable depth. The pool was bordered by towering piles of white bones. Within, massive quantities of dark red blood surged like the tide, topped by a swirling, heavy blood mist.

Yet, no matter how violently the waves crashed or the mist churned, they were contained within the pool's boundaries, never leaking out.

To Zhao Sheng's further shock, a massive bone tree would occasionally surface amidst the churning blood. Its trunk was as thick as a structural beam and appeared to be fashioned from the entire spinal column of a powerful, sentient creature.

Segments of jade-like, translucent white bone branched out from the blood; some looked like the ribs of a gargantuan beast, others resembled complete spines, and some were formed from countless twisted, interlocking arm bones.

Witnessing this macabre display, Zhao Sheng frowned, a flash of dread in his eyes. He thought, "Which Immortal Venerable powerhouse created this Ice Sealed Demon Abyss? The things suppressed beneath this abyss are far too strange. I should leave quickly, lest my curiosity leads to an early grave."

With that conclusion, he prepared to depart.

But in that heartbeat, Zhao Sheng felt an overwhelming surge of desire erupt within him, followed by an unimaginably potent aura of blood and flesh emanating from the pool.

He froze in his tracks. The faint red light had already reached him, transmitting an primal craving for vitality to every one of his Primordial Cells through the crimson glow.

Zhao Sheng's brow tightened, his eyes clouded with suspicion, yet his intuition screamed that if he walked away from this "opportunity," he would regret it forever.

After a moment of doubt, and seeing the red light intensify, Zhao Sheng chose to trust his instincts. He stepped to the edge of the ice peak and expanded his Will Field to its limit, vigilantly monitoring for any threats.

He waited and sensed for a full hour, but the area remained deathly quiet without a single disturbance.

Seeing this, Zhao Sheng relaxed slightly. He stole one more glance at the blood pool within the ice before quickly averting his eyes again.

In the next instant, his right hand vanished into his sleeve and pulled out a gleaming silver weapon—a peculiar tool that resembled both a rod and a blade.

With a flick of his wrist, the rod-blade turned into a streak of white light, stabbing three feet deep into the frozen surface.

Zhao Sheng was startled; the ice peak was far more "fragile" than he had anticipated.

He then twisted the rod-blade, raining down a relentless torrent of strikes upon the ice.