Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8500: An oath (1)

Capítulo 8500: An oath (1)

Gazing at the countless swirling vortices, Zhao Hai's composed thoughts ultimately faltered. His feelings erupted suddenly, submerging his consciousness in torment. He lifted his gaze upward, and tears cascaded down without restraint. Remaining silent, he permitted the tears to trace over his features and fall onto the Golden Lotus beneath his stance. There, they scattered and faded away.

No utterance escaped his lips. He simply stared at the myriad eddies and the spot where Blood Slaughter Island had vanished. Yet, his tears continued to stream. He made no effort to stem them, for control eluded him at this moment. He recognized the peril in his earlier actions. As a cultivator, despite his superior strength compared to most, he remained one. Prolonged suppression of his sentiments could lead to profound melancholy. Eventually, when those sentiments intensified to a breaking point and slipped from his grasp, they might explode outward, potentially driving him into devilish possession—particularly amid an impending advancement. Should his feelings truly erupt then, true peril would loom.

Luckily, his outburst occurred in this place, enabling him to release all pent-up emotions. This proved beneficial for Zhao Hai, so he refrained from restraint. He allowed his sentiments free rein. He understood that once the release concluded, he could confront all matters with steady resolve.

Two hours elapsed, then four, followed by six. Zhao Hai lingered before the vortices for a full sixteen hours. In the initial eight, tears flowed ceaselessly, but over the subsequent eight, they gradually ceased. His spirit began to settle.

Sixteen hours onward, Zhao Hai exhaled deeply in relief. He sensed that every bottled emotion had been purged. Though sorrow lingered faintly, it no longer gripped him as intensely before. He regarded the thousands of vortices, symbols of the Blood Slaughter Sect's indomitable resolve. Kneeling before the blood lotus, he offered three profound bows toward the swirling masses. Then, in a resonant tone, he declared, "Blood Slaughter Sect disciple Zhao Hai vows to eradicate the Corpse Demon Sect. He shall ascend to the upper realms and slay the Corpse Demon Patriarch, avenging the Blood Slaughter Sect!" With that, he bowed once more. Rising to his feet, he glanced at the whirlpools one last time. His form blurred into motion, plunging into the blood sea. He still sought the item he desired.

Yet, the instant he submerged into the blood sea, Zhao Hai perceived the heightened challenge in locating his quarry this time. Energy tempests permeated the blood sea, rivaling the intensity outside. This compelled Zhao Hai to proceed with utmost caution.

Paradoxically, this intensified the obstacles in retrieving the God-Slaying Saber and the detached finger. The tempests nullified his spiritual sense entirely. Thus, he was compelled to probe methodically, while evading the chaotic flows and scanning for his targets within them. Such demands rendered the task profoundly arduous for Zhao Hai.

Nevertheless, Zhao Hai exhibited remarkable endurance. He fully grasped his advantage over rival factions. The other sects had not yet penetrated Blood Slaughter Sect domain. Even upon arrival, they would need to traverse the sect's expanse to approach Blood Slaughter Island. Moreover, adversaries likely anticipated no such valuable artifacts from the Blood Slaughter Sect.

Hence, Zhao Hai felt no urgency. He advanced his quest deliberately, navigating the tempests while vigilantly observing his environs. Five days he devoted to sifting through the chaos, yielding no discoveries. Far from dismayed, he experienced reassurance. Should the artifacts reside amid the tempests, extraction would prove nearly impossible. Their absence from the turmoil implied another locale, simplifying his pursuit.

Days slipped by steadily. On the tenth day of Zhao Hai's exploration, his spatial connection revealed the arrival of forces from other prominent sects at the Blood Slaughter Sect's borders. Confronted by the pervasive black mist within, they hesitated, halting beyond the territory rather than venturing inward.

Representatives from the seven grand sects, the Giant Demon Sect, the Rahu Sect, and various central factions had assembled. Yet, none braved entry into the Blood Slaughter Sect's domain. The ominous black fog and its lethal essence instilled profound dread, deterring any hasty incursions.

Zhao Hai, too, unearthed a find: a droplet of blood, dark and imbued with potent death essence. Though minuscule, its emanation of mortality was overwhelming. Long exposed upon the surface, it appeared to wane, even corroding a substantial crater into the earth.

Zhao Hai affirmed this as the blood of the Corpse Demon Old Ancestor. Swiftly, he transferred the droplet into his space. Upon entry, an alert resounded: "Hostile intent identified. Attempting suppression. Intent too formidable for subdual. Intent neutralized. Neutralization complete. Blood bearing intense death force detected. Force harvested. Harvest successful. Force duplicated successfully. Force duplicated successfully. Undead race power within the realm forcibly commandeered, bolstering host capabilities!"

Amid these chimes, Zhao Hai sensed a formidable surge of power infusing his form. His internal dharmic energies amplified dramatically. Concurrently, his comprehension of death's laws deepened considerably. In that moment, Zhao Hai's prowess crested at the Dharma Refinement realm's apex, mere moments from the Dharma Condensation stage—the Island Lord tier.

Simultaneously, Zhao Hai monitored the infernal realm's developments. He observed the undead race's might escalating further. None had attained Island Lord status, yet nearly all peaked at the Refinement realm, with some verging on breakthrough.

Zhao Hai remained unhurried. A faint smile crossed his lips as he gestured. The blood droplet materialized in his grasp. He invoked several incantations, transforming the droplet abruptly. Zhao Hai detected myriad akin energy pulses nearby, one far surpassing in potency. He discerned it as the severed finger's location.

Propelling his frame, Zhao Hai soared toward the sensed sites. In moments, he gathered over a dozen blood droplets. Then, he directed his path to the mightiest energy cluster. Arriving shortly, astonishment seized him: a vast depression, spanning five miles across and plunging fifty meters deep. Clearly formed by an index finger, its three segments encased in near-translucent flesh, exposing pallid bones. Yet, this unremarkable digit radiated an awe-inspiring presence.

Zhao Hai examined the finger, then summoned it into his possession with a flick. He withheld committing it to the space immediately. He knew that integration would propel him to Dharma Condensation mastery, equivalent to Island Lord attainment. But the timing was inopportune. The God-Slaying Saber eluded him still, and ascension here risked detection by external sects, complicating his plans. Thus, Zhao Hai refrained. Instead, he housed the finger within the blood lotus. Prior to that, he inscribed myriad runes upon it, sealing its emanations utterly.

Having secured the finger, Zhao Hai resumed his methodical hunt for the God-Slaying Saber. By now, daring cultivators from other groups ventured into the Blood Slaughter Sect's domain. Yet, upon crossing the threshold, they confronted the horrifying synergy of death aura and blood mist from the sea. Standard protective artifacts faltered swiftly within. Furthermore, the mingled energies ravaged cultivators grievously. Death aura infiltration sapped vitality inexorably, and expulsion proved arduous. Consequently, the bold entrants withdrew hastily. Many recounted sensations akin to aging a decade in mere instants.

This dreadfulness underscored a grim reality for the nine major sects: likely no survivors endured in the Blood Slaughter Sect's territory. The sect's disciples could scarcely resist such corrosive forces. Hopes of unearthing Blood Slaughter Sect relics dwindled sharply.

A defining trait of the blood sea lay in its refusal to restore sunken islands to prior sites. Some inherent force orchestrated their repositioning across the sea's expanse. Thus, the odds of Blood Slaughter Sect island masters resurfacing harmlessly seemed slim. For the grand sects, hazarding extensive resources and lives for dubious treasures proved unappealing. Hence, they withheld dispatching disciples into the perilous zone. The risk-takers hailed from lesser sects, driven by desperation for Blood Slaughter Sect's fabled bounties.