Seeking Fortune and Avoiding Evil in the Cultivation World Chapter 1045 - 508: The Power of Void Refining Cultivators, Annihilating Nine Clans

One day later.

Southern Continent, Mist Mountain Range.

Blood Demon Mountain.

As the breeze rushes over Blood Demon Mountain, it invariably brings along tiny red sand particles, striking the earth with a sharp "sasha" noise, reminiscent of countless withered finger bones lightly knocking.

Should one gaze upward, the whole mountain range appears frozen in a deep crimson hue, from base to summit, without any trace of other shades amid the rocky fragments blanketing the soil.

Upon treading there, the powdery sand slips into the gaps of one's footwear, delivering an oddly heated sensation, akin to walking through a basin of fresh blood, and with slight force, a "squeaking" noise rises from underfoot, as if grinding old bones into powder.

The heavens remain perpetually veiled by a somber crimson fog, and whenever rays of sun break through the veil, they get dimmed into hazy blood-like patches, dripping over the sand, giving the impression that the entire peak is gradually streaming.

No ordinary plants emerge on the cliff faces; merely warped dark-brown brambles tenaciously sprout from the scarlet stone fissures, bearing desiccated corpses of birds and animals snagged on their points, swinging to and fro in the gusts, their silhouettes flickering across the bloodied sand like spectral figures in motion.

The atmosphere hangs heavy with a potent iron tang blended with rot's foul odor, inducing a throbbing pain in the chest upon breathing it in.

From time to time, a deep "thud thud" echoes from the mountain's depths, resembling a colossal heart pulsing below the surface; each beat sends small crimson sand flecks tumbling down the slopes, creating snaking rivulets on the terrain, much like congealed blood marks.

Right now, a large group of demon cultivators has assembled atop Blood Demon Mountain.

And upon the summit stands an enormous altar.

In the altar's midst lies a pulsating heart, its exterior etched with thick clusters of ominous demonic runes.

A single look at it appears capable of consuming one's very spirit.

With each thump of this heart, the nearby demon cultivators experience surges of dread.

Overwhelmingly oppressive.

"Is this truly the heart of the ancient Blood Demon? So horrifying; it feels like even a trace of vitality returning could erase us entirely, without any remains."

"Yes, even drained of life force, just absorbing one drop of blood would revive it right away."

"Without question, this is the mighty demon, an eternal and unbreakable entity, though gravely injured, it defies death at its foes' hands."

"This represents our aim as demon cultivators; once we master our demonic arts deeply, we can become eternal, unbreakable demons ourselves."

"Hehehe, if that's possible, it would be amazing; be it humans or demons, attaining eternal life makes it all worthwhile."

Many demon cultivators stared intensely at the blood demon heart positioned in the altar's core.

For them, it embodies the supreme aspiration.

By steadily advancing their demonic art levels, they too will acquire the demons' myriad powers.

They might even evolve into eternal demons.

That's the reason they pursue demonic cultivation paths.

Were they to follow standard cultivation paths, their talents would make even reaching Foundation Establishment a challenge.

Much less progressing to their current stages.

"Are the offerings prepared?"

"Certainly, they've been set up for ages; this took us ten thousand years to arrange."

"Once Lord Blood Demon awakens, he'll guide our Demon Dao to rise again, and the realm will fall to Demon Dao; no more fleeing like hunted mutts from those righteous cultivators."

"This plan hasn't been noticed by righteous cultivators, right? Their meddling would spark major issues."

"Don't worry, we've been extremely careful; those righteous folks remain clueless, and they wouldn't risk entering the Mist Mountain Range anyway."

"Exactly, the fog here brims with deadly poisons; even a breath would doom those righteous cultivators to instant death, incurable."

"This land belongs to our Demon Dao; how would those cowards ever step foot here?"

"Honestly, I never thought awakening Lord Blood Demon would go this seamlessly."

"True, it's tied to the Spiritual Energy Revival; earlier tries by demon cultivators to bring back Lord Blood Demon failed, despite using offerings."

"Yeah, the nearest brush with success even drew heavenly wrath, striking down numerous demon cultivators with bolts, but now, with the world's shifts, no such punishment occurs."

"Okay, stop talking and start the ritual; I can't hold back my excitement."

Members from Heart Demon Sect, Six Desires Sect, Blood Demon Sect, and fellow demon cultivators chatted endlessly.

Every one of them burned with desire to resurrect the ancient Blood Demon right before their eyes.

...

Meanwhile, a shadowy form quietly emerged close to Blood Demon Mountain.

The local demon cultivators couldn't sense this intruder at all.

He seemed fused with emptiness itself; no amount of spiritual sense probing by the demon cultivators yielded results.

The arrival was Jiang Fan.

"Truly a gathering of fiends," he commented.

By extending his divine sense, Jiang Fan immediately detected every cultivator across a million kilometers.

Almost none could evade his awareness.

Furthermore, the cultivation levels of these demon cultivators were fairly average, featuring no more than three Divinity Transformation Demon Cultivators.

Besides them, hundreds of Nascent Soul Demon Cultivators were there.

Such strength could easily overwhelm typical groups.

Yet for him, a Void Refining Cultivator, it amounted to nothing.

The sole potential danger to him was the ancient Blood Demon.

This eternal and unyielding Blood Demon proved profoundly alarming.