Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8501 8501: Sect leader (1)

Zhao Hai advanced steadily through the air on his flight. An intense intuition assured him that the God-slaying saber was nearby. He sensed its presence vividly. The cause remained unclear, but it likely stemmed from his mastery of the blood sea god-slaying Scripture, the perfect cultivation method tailored for the God-slaying saber. Alternatively, his extended time alongside the bronze guardian that held the God-slaying saber might explain it. In truth, that bronze figure had once been the bronze Palace housing the God-slaying saber for countless years. A subtle remnant of the God-slaying saber's aura still clung to the bronze man.

Whatever the true reason, Zhao Hai placed faith in his inner sense. Convinced the God-slaying blade was close at hand, he examined his surroundings with greater caution, determined not to let it slip by. Two hours passed, and the pull grew more powerful. Zhao Hai steadied his mind and let his perception guide his forward path. Another quarter-hour elapsed when he abruptly snapped his eyes open, locking his stare directly ahead. Approximately thirty meters distant, a blood-red longsword impaled the soil.

Its point embedded deeply into a boulder below. The sword retained its vivid crimson hue, radiating fierce killing intent. Though subdued amid the blood sea's vastness, Zhao Hai perceived its potency clearly. It resembled an indomitable fighter, one forged on a field of carnage. Unwavering, it stood ready to battle until its last breath, even in the face of demise.

Zhao Hai gazed upon the God-slaying blade. It began to quiver faintly, as though acknowledging his approach. A smile crossed Zhao Hai's face as he reached out. The God-slaying blade leaped free from the rock and into his grasp. He caressed its surface and whispered, "God-slaying saber, such a magnificent title. One day, I'll allow you to feast on the blood of the upper realm's gods, honoring your legendary name!"

The God-slaying saber's edge vibrated lightly, seemingly in agreement with Zhao Hai. He examined the weapon and burst into hearty laughter. With that, he stored the God-slaying saber away and stepped into the blood lotus. Instantly, he materialized within the secret realm. A casual gesture summoned the blood lotus back to his palm.

The sight of Zhao Hai's return to the secret realm lifted spirits among all its inhabitants. He served as their pillar of strength now. Without him, their fate would be sealed in ruin. Though experts like Chang Jun held island master status, the destruction of Blood Gale Island had left them gravely wounded. Only Zhao Hai's swift intervention, pulling them into the space for healing, had saved their lives.

Yet, despite mending their injuries, their power lingered at the island lord tier, placing them on the weaker end among such elites. Furthermore, further advancement in cultivation seemed unlikely for them ahead. This stemmed directly from the loss of their islands. Chang Jun and his companions understood this well, recognizing they alone couldn't secure the Bloody Massacre Sect's future. Their reliance fell squarely on Zhao Hai.

Chang Jun, Wen Yuming, and Xu Gang hurried to Zhao Hai's side, offering salutes in unison. Zhao Hai glanced at the trio and gave a simple nod. Then he inquired, "How are things holding up?" He sought updates on the secret realm's conditions. The space wasn't vast, already crowded with over ten thousand souls. Resources abounded, but prolonged confinement tested even cultivators' resolve. Fresh from a devastating upheaval, emotional fragility ran high, prompting his question.

Chang Jun spoke first. "The overall mood remains positive. Everyone's focused on regaining their power. That said, a handful nearing island lord breakthrough have hit a sudden plateau. It looks like you'll need to check on them. Additionally, we've conferred and wish to urge you to claim the sect leader role outright, rebuilding the Bloody Massacre Sect. We implore your acceptance, Island Lord." With those words, Chang Jun dropped to his knees before Zhao Hai.

Wen Yuming and Xu Gang followed suit, kneeling as well. Zhao Hai regarded them and nodded, "Very well, I see. I've assumed the island lord position. No need for concern—rise, all of you. Xu Gang, update me on the Ghostwind Bandits. Are they set on merging with the Bloody Massacre Sect?"

Joy lit their faces as the three rose. Xu Gang promptly replied to Zhao Hai, "Rest assured, sir. No dissent exists. All have consented to integrate with the Blood Slaughter Sect. Despite this catastrophe, your presence instills unwavering confidence. So please, set your worries aside."

Without delay, Zhao Hai nodded, "Excellent. Assemble everyone—I have an announcement!" The trio acknowledged and set off to collect the group. Soon, the Ghostwind Bandits, Bloodspirit Unit, and Divine Arms Battalion assembled fully. All eyes turned to Zhao Hai, curious about his intent.

Surveying the thirteen thousand gathered before him, Zhao Hai declared gravely, "The Blood Slaughter Sect has endured a dire calamity. Divine retribution has struck, wiping us out. From the once-mighty and renowned Blood Slaughter Sect, only we remain. We're the final embers of its legacy. The sacred duty to perpetuate the Blood Slaughter Sect now rests with us. It's a burdensome obligation, yet also our greatest chance. Should we restore its former splendor, our deeds will echo eternally in the sect's annals. We'll prove to rival sects that while one of us draws breath, the Blood Slaughter Sect's lineage endures unbroken. Our Blood Slaughter Sect shall rise anew!"

Zhao Hai's words rang with robust energy. By the close, his delivery surged with fervor, stirring every soul present. Excitement surged through the crowd; they fixed gleaming gazes on him. Zhao Hai met their looks and continued solemnly, "I've secured the Blood Slaughter Sect's emblematic treasure, the God-slaying saber. The Sinister Wind Ghost Flag remains ours, alongside our united force. With diligence, the Blood Slaughter Sect will reclaim its spot among the blood sea realm's top ten sects. We may even avenge this annihilation. Henceforth, I, Zhao Hai, proclaim my ascension to sect leader, guiding you to resurrect the Blood Slaughter Sect's honor. Any objections?" As he concluded, Zhao Hai drew forth the God-slaying blade, gripping it firmly aloft with both hands.

Far from objections, his proclamation ignited fervent enthusiasm across faces. They beheld Zhao Hai and the God-slaying blade he brandished. Then Chang Jun, Wen Yuming, and Xu Gang prostrated themselves, proclaiming loudly, "Hail, Sect Master! Long live the Sect Master!"

The rest swiftly followed, dropping to their knees in chorus. "Hail, Sect Master! Long live the Sect Master!" echoed from over ten thousand voices, all bowed low. The Ghostwind Bandits, naturally, held no qualms—none dared challenge Zhao Hai, recalling how every defier had met their end. Fresh to the Blood Slaughter Sect with shallow loyalty, they still grasped the immense value of its heritage as a top ten blood sea realm power. For that legacy's sake, they embraced the fold willingly. Thus, no resistance arose.

The Bloodspirit Unit and Divine Arms Battalion brimmed with even deeper, more turbulent zeal. As lifelong Bloody Massacre Sect disciples, the sect had been their world. Though they'd aligned with Zhao Hai later, he too belonged to the Bloody Massacre Sect, binding them to its command. Their allegiance to him arose from admiration and conviction that his path promised greater prospects. Hence, they pledged to him gladly.

But the sect's obliteration had plunged them into apocalyptic gloom. Survival intact and Zhao Hai by their side offered scant comfort; profound despair lingered. The future seemed shrouded, reduced to eking out existence in this hidden domain on the brink of oblivion. Such thoughts bred utter hopelessness.

Yet Zhao Hai's stirring address reignited their passion, kindling renewed hope. To them, solely Zhao Hai merited the sect leader mantle. Though Chang Jun and others might surpass him in raw might, the Bloodspirit Unit never deemed them fit successors. Zhao Hai alone embodied their authentic guide, the sole worthy heir to helm the Bloody Massacre Sect's revival.

Zhao Hai scanned the assembly and gradually lowered the God-slaying blade. "In these trying times, we'll forgo elaborate rites. Henceforth, I stand as the Bloody Massacre Sect's sect leader. Rise, everyone." Upon finishing, he stowed the God-slaying saber. The group stood gradually, their eyes on Zhao Hai brimming with anticipation for his next moves.

Addressing the throng once more, Zhao Hai intoned deeply, "Our current weakness is evident, but it poses no barrier. Patience is key—we'll progress steadily. Security abounds here. Outside, peril lurks. I reveal that the nine major sects' forces, plus myriad lesser and mid-tier groups, encircle our former Bloody Massacre Sect grounds. Venturing out now invites utmost danger. Thus, we'll remain, honing our skills. As more achieve island lord status, our collective might swells. Upon emergence, none shall threaten us. Personally, I'll enter seclusion shortly to pursue island lord attainment."

News of Zhao Hai's impending island lord breakthrough sparked jubilant cheers from all. His power represented their sole remaining vulnerability. All recognized that below island lord rank, few could rival him—earning his title as the blood sea realm's premier core disciple. Still, absent that milestone, unease persisted. The gulf between refinement and island lord marked a pivotal threshold; in the blood sea realm, it elevated one to true expert status. Given Zhao Hai's vast foundations, his island lord ascension promised unimaginable potency. Undeniably formidable, especially paired with the God-slaying blade and Sinister Wind Ghost Flag, his emergence would undoubtedly awe the blood sea realm upon the Bloody Massacre Sect's return.