Paragon Of Sin Chapter 1992 Chapter 1984: Another Another Bai Xiu

A blood-red sky hung ominously overhead, while a fierce, brutal odor filled the atmosphere. The overpowering reek of mass slaughter blended with a realm locked in fierce combat.

The Outer Ascendant Battlefield spanned the full domain of the Utmost Purity Galaxy's lands and stretched a bit further out, pulling in endless groups and solo factions that poured their efforts, sacrifices, and fortunes into unearthing the astonishing treasures offered in the Soldier's List and Commander's List of prizes, or merely to gather War Souls capable of being refined to heighten one's broad insight into every aspect of cultivation.

War Souls themselves served as a marvelous treasure craved across the lesser and greater galaxies alike. Beyond that lay the Obelisks of War and hands-on fighting skills that forged genuine warriors, rather than delicate blooms sheltered in greenhouses, merely meditating and studying tales of others' journeys.

This Outer Ascendant Battlefield went by the name of the Cosmic Zone, split into 3,000 Zones though just 108 Armies operated there. In every zone, between 20 and 30 armies held sway over the regions. These forces collided in savage battles at regular intervals.

Given the challenges in training and slaying Ascended beings, much like the Battlefield of Order, most clashes got arranged ahead of time and guided by commanders. Casualties mounted, yet a measure of order prevailed. Often, troops battled with courage and ferocity, but if fortune spared them from death at foe hands, they could nurse injuries and pull back after loss.

Afterward, they processed their rewards, healed up, and threw themselves into the following 'scheduled' confrontation with adversaries. This setup, combined with the push to infuse refined cultivation and wisdom into warfare, turned the armies of the Ascendant Battlefield of War into mere pawns for the mighty—figures at the True Sage Phase, True Soul Phase, and Resonant Soul Realm. Such elites backed or groomed armies, set up skirmishes, and sparked full conflicts from positions 'outside' the Battlefield.

The Battlefield started mirroring worldly disputes, settling into rhythmic engagements. When Wei Wuyin stepped into the Stellar Battlefield of War, he had no clue that this unspoken rule had spread across all Battlefields, even touching the Stellar ones. Organizing fights with tolerable casualties proved far simpler than dispatching troops without certainty they'd bring back even one War Soul.

This setup played a big role in Wei Wuyin's nonstop buildup of uncollected merit, as he cut down foes relentlessly across the field.

Furthermore, such drawn-out strife sparked endless conflict and suspicion, particularly in the Outer Battlefields. It created a total lack of faith among mortals and Ascended in the Nexus Battlefield, fostering the deadlock born from both terror and wariness toward rivals, making full reliance on yesterday's foes impossible.

"That's why," Tilly wrapped up her account while briefing Wei Wuyin on the latest happenings in the Battlefield of War. The Battlefield's customs had been shaped by the mighty as a fertile spot for breeding War Souls and honing their prodigies.

Wei Wuyin pondered with a soft hum. Apparently, this quiet agreement flowed smoothly for one key cause—self-interest. It made sense that cultivators, above all the gifted ones, stood a good shot at survival, particularly those prized Ascended hard to raise. Though it might stretch things to claim a random shot could end them, the risk wasn't far from reality.

Wei Wuyin had seen it firsthand. One slip in vigilance, a surprise strike when off-guard, or a trap amid the frenzy of battle carried too great a peril, often resulting in a sudden, undeserved end. Weighing that, he grasped their reasoning.

Yet did those who designed the Battlefield of Order & War truly want this sluggish, punishing kind of warfare?

While the horde of Spirits of War under Zhan Zheng's lead crushed all opposition with almost casual skill and motion, Wei Wuyin pressed on with his talk to Tilly. "The Daosparks...were they always part of the reward lists?"

"The Daosparks?" Tilly's gaze flickered with thought, then she shook her head: "I don't know. Since I was born, the rewards have been the rewards."

Wei Wuyin didn't push her to dig for more. He already nursed a theory: the evolved culture stemmed from craving War Souls while curbing casualties, so to spur the elite to meddle from afar, fresh rewards got tossed in. It probably didn't spark instant shifts, but odds rose that fights would heat up as ambitions collided, particularly when folks closed in on snagging War Souls from the Stellar or Ascendant Battlefields.

To block a top-tier cultivator or Creationist from amassing sufficient War Souls for a Daospark, enemies and even rival allies would unleash fierce assaults, stoking the flames of war among the troops and leaders beneath the 'real' overlords. By dangling such tempting bait in the mix on purpose, a frantic chase could erupt, even drawing out those hidden powerhouses from their lairs into the crimson chaos of combat.

As he observed Zhan Zheng bark a command, dispatching a team to wipe out a group from the 63rd Army, Wei Wuyin sensed this possibility growing stronger. Yet again, no sinners in their ranks, but several Blessed. This cluster of Blessed seemed intentional, perhaps aiming to stir the Heavenly Daos into helping, backing, or staying neutral.

The absence of sinners felt off.

But since sinners typically acted as 'fodder' dispatched by the Heavenly Daos to the Blessed, cursed with rotten luck, it fit that units, companies, and hosts shunned them. They shone like beacons in the dark for their squads, liable to explode like bombs, and offered a tasty feast for the Blessed.

'If I had shown up sooner, I might have crossed paths with some before they...'

Wei Wuyin frequently spotted ancient remains strewn about, serving as rotting guardians of the field, hinting at the fate awaiting the fallen. These bodies lay stripped clean, robbed of all but the scars carved into their skeletons. Still, the 'ancient' didn't go back too far. Just a handful of years, and by his count, mere weeks after claiming Athena.

The contest ignited the instant he seized the Heavenly War Spirit, that Daospark coveted by Supreme Sages. Certain players had moved swiftly. Extremely swiftly.

If such frenzy gripped the Utmost Purity Galaxy's domain, the other grand galaxies had to burn with equal or greater savagery. The prior Daospark held immense worth. With Athena in his grasp, he fully grasped her vital role.

Drawing in a steady breath, Wei Wuyin shifted away from the Battlefield's buried mysteries. Instead, he turned his thoughts inward to a duo of sulking siblings. Bai Xiu and her sister sulked, one spirited and the other downcast. They had detected the alchemical essence of Bai Xiu's natural spells on a beaten alchemist from the Severing Core Pavilion, an alchemy group out of the Prosperous Ruin Galaxy, but it came from a minor Earthly Saint Alchemist handed an Alchemic Rune laced with the essence.

That alchemist revealed the cauldron's master lurked in the Outer Galactic Battlefield of War.

This forced her sister to hold off. The delay irked them both so much that they halted their intake of his Utmost Purity Mist. After all, their kin probably hungered. Could they justly feast on the finest sustenance while she went without?

Wei Wuyin wasn't sure if he should chuckle or sigh at their plight. Even so, he sensed their sincere feelings.

"We'll track her down once we get there. It'll top the list. But if you two don't absorb as much Utmost Purity Mist as you can, what happens if I have to face an Alchemic Clash to claim her? I require you at peak strength," Wei Wuyin explained.

The pair sulked even more, dismissing the excuse entirely, but when he offered grade five mist, they parted their small jaws and bit in despite themselves.

"Only for her," Bai Xiu declared after gulping a batch, and to ease her guilt, she started refining the mist for simpler absorption by her sister down the line. Wei Wuyin grinned, touched by that simple gesture. Bonds of family held true value.

"Where to next?" Tilly gave a gentle pull on Wei Wuyin's robe. They drifted through the battlefield, seizing, slaying, or sparing top fighters. At this stage, Wei Wuyin had stockpiled ample Ascendant-grade War Souls to step into the Galactic Battlefield as a trooper. Those companies and teams had racked up heaps of War Souls through deeds, then locked them away in their Identity Runes.

Now, Wei Wuyin commanded 118 prisoners. The legion proved unstoppable. A complete force of 10,000 Heavenly Saints stood unbeatable, particularly since each channeled the Minor Authority of War in every strike. Such might could overrun a lesser galaxy!

"Going to? Haha," Wei Wuyin chuckled while scanning the blood-tinted sky that bathed the field in its crimson glow, "I'm issuing a warning."

"A warning?" Tilly frowned in puzzlement. "A warning to whom?"

Wei Wuyin stayed silent, his stare cutting through layers of space and range to fix on a cluster of figures now huddled close, encircling the shaft of throbbing crimson radiance.

At the blood pillar's foot lay a modest outpost of people, all fixed on one spot as they soaked in the bloody essence untouched by its wild effects.

7th Army's Entry Zone.

Perched on a charred-half rock, a fresh-faced youth with flaming red locks clawed at his scalp with both fists, messing his mane into wilder disarray. He groaned like a burden weighing on entire realms plagued him.

"WE'RE SCREWED!" The fresh-faced, flame-haired youth cried out in despair.

"Cut it out, Fengfeng. We'll pull through," a weathered tone echoed as a lanky, lean man with a massive, wrapped bundle slung across his back sought to soothe the red-haired youth.

"My name's not Fengfeng! It's Fengbao, Senior Tuo!" Shui Fengbao blew out a frustrated breath.

"Oh? Right, Little Bao. Noted," Tuo Bihan appeared deeply wise as he 'corrected' his slip.

Shui Fengbao let out a weary puff.

A man in his prime, sporting a blindfold across his sight and dual empty quivers—one at his side, the other strapped behind—lingered nearby, peering in the same way as the rest. He uttered no words, yet his frame buzzed with poised alertness, set for instant fight.

Yao Houyi.

Without a whisper or clear cause, a raven-haired, raven-eyed maiden positioned herself amid the group. She carried an innate boldness, evoking a dusk-born war deity as she locked eyes on that shared point.

"Lady Su!" Shui Fengbao snapped to attention; his downcast air vanished, swapped for a rigid, sharp stance and look. He burned like a youthful ember, poised to burst into raging fire.

Su Mei spared him no look, merely murmuring: "Ten thousand...is this the hurdle we face to reach the Galactic Battlefield? Then let it be."