Seeking Fortune and Avoiding Evil in the Cultivation World Chapter 1047 - 509: Surviving Calamity and Gaining a First-Grade Opportunity

Observe the altar closely, and you will see it is entirely constructed from dark purple Blood Pattern Rocks. Though these stones have weathered thousands of years, the eerie runes etched into their surface still flicker with a faint, malevolent scarlet glow.

The platform’s surface is intricately carved with sacrificial motifs, the grooves still harboring layers of dried, blackened blood. A persistent, nauseating scent of decay and gore hangs in the air, creating the oppressive sensation that the wails of long-dead souls are still echoing from the depths of the valley.

Resting at the heart of this stone dais is the massive, pulsating organ of a Blood Demon.

Standing half the height of a man, its exterior is armored in dark brown, thick scales. A sticky, dark red fluid seeps from the crevices between these scales, dripping onto the altar where it traces the sacrificial patterns, ultimately pooling into a crimson halo around the edge of the platform.

Each contraction of the heart produces a heavy, rhythmic 'thump'—a sound mirroring the heartbeat of some primordial beast—that causes the very air to vibrate. With every pulse, jets of red vapor erupt from an aperture at the peak, coalescing into a swirling, twisted mist that mimics the cries and struggles of trapped, tormented spirits.

Abruptly, the scarlet heart’s tempo accelerates. The blood weeping through its scales begins to boil, transmuting into countless droplets hovering in mid-air before snapping toward the heart to knit together into a dense, blood-formed cocoon.

Crack—the harsh sound of the shell fracturing rings out as blood-red fissures radiate across its surface. Seconds later, a bone-white claw laced with dark gold patterns punches through, tearing at the sky with a sharp, screeching noise.

Deep purple, demonically patterned skin stretches over jagged bone, while massive, leathery bat wings slowly unfurl. The wing membranes are mapped with bulging, vein-like crimson lines, and twin curved black horns pierce the air from its skull. Its golden vertical pupils ignite with the flicker of hellish red flames.

An Ancient Blood Demon.

Without a shadow of a doubt, this is the dreaded Ancient Blood Demon.

The moment it fully manifests, the beast throws its arms wide and unleashes a howl that shakes the very heavens. In a heartbeat, an overwhelming torrent of black Demonic Qi erupts from its frame, surging outward like a tsunami.

"I have awakened. At last, I have been revived."

"Cursed humans, cursed True Spirits."

"Did you truly believe you could extinguish my existence? Such foolish delusions."

"Countless eons have passed; you have all crumbled into dust, yet I alone endure."

The Ancient Blood Demon boisterously laughs, consumed by a wicked pleasure as profound Demonic Qi swells from its pores.

Wherever this dark energy sweeps, stone disintegrates on contact and vegetation instantly withers, turning into blackened husks. The atmosphere thickens with the stench of rot, and even the light is swallowed by the surge of Demonic Qi, dragging the entire abyss into absolute, suffocating darkness.

In the gloom, the black energy solidifies into a swarm of ferocious demon shadows that shriek as they whirl around their master, as if honoring the return of their sovereign.

The mysterious runes on the altar flare to life, fueled by the Demonic Qi and radiating a sinister, pitch-black luminosity. Arcs of black lightning crackle within the darkness, illuminating the Blood Demon’s visage, which is distorted by raw violence and insanity. A suffocating, terrifying pressure blankets the entire continent, enough to make the very foundations of the world shudder.

"That is truly an Ancient Blood Demon? This is disastrous."

"How could it still be alive? This defies all reason!"

The Demon-Vibrating Bell’s temperament shifts violently as a torrent of long-buried memories floods its soul.

It is suddenly struck by visions of the carnage from the Ancient Era.

Once upon a time, this entity ignited a wave of chaos across the Void Realm, drowning the world in endless misery.

The Sea of Blood shall never dry, and the Blood Demon shall never perish!

That is the horrific, unkillable nature of the Ancient Blood Demon.

Long ago, this monster descended from beyond the realm, liquifying into a vast sea of blood that claimed an entire marine territory.

Back then, the greatest powers of the Void Realm, including the True Spirits, had to unite in desperation to stand against it.

The conflict shattered the heavens and annihilated the earth, resulting in massive casualties and evaporating entire sections of the blood sea.

Ultimately, the major factions of the Void Realm exhausted nearly all their resources to drive the Blood Demon to the brink of destruction.

Alas, even then, they could not fully eradicate it.

In the final hour, they could only settle for a seal, hoping the erosion of time would eventually erase its existence.

Who could have foreseen that even after a billion years, it would manage to return?

And if its past prowess is any indication, it need only consume enough blood and flesh to restore its full, terrible strength.

"Is that really a human Void Refining Cultivator?"

"Perfect. How fortunate, now that I have just returned."

"Submit and become my feast of flesh."

The Ancient Blood Demon locks eyes with Jiang Fan nearby.

Instead of caution, it feels only hunger and delight.

To this creature, a mere Void Refining Cultivator is of no consequence.

During the Ancient Era, it had feast upon countless cultivators of that level or higher.

Even now, in its initial, weakened state after rebirth, dealing with a solitary and unremarkable Void Refining Cultivator is a trivial task.

A terrifying blast of Demonic Qi and Evil Qi shoots from its body, firmly locking onto Jiang Fan’s signature.

"You think you can end me? You lack the qualifications."

Jiang Fan regards the Ancient Blood Demon with a serene expression, recognizing that the moment to strike is now.

His opponent has just emerged and hasn't yet regained a fraction of its true cultivation. Furthermore, he has already purged all the members of the Blood Demon Sect. Even if this thing desires to flee, it will have nowhere to run.