203: Chapter 203 The Shocking Scheme of the Heavenly Fiend Abyss

Crimson light poured down from the blood-red sun in the sky, dyeing the entire land a dark red.

Shen Chong and the other two passed through the portal from the fifth floor to the sixth, and the scene before their eyes changed abruptly.

It was no longer the rolling crimson mountain range, but a desolate Gobi desert.

The ground was cracked, devoid of any vegetation, and the air was filled with a thick scent of blood and decay, as if this land had once been soaked in blood.

In the distance, a few lonely Peaks stood on the horizon, their bodies covered in cracks, as if they could collapse at any moment.

In the sky, that blood-red sun was larger and brighter than on the fifth floor, and the light it emitted was even more eerie.

"The sixth floor..." Shen Quan narrowed his eyes, scanning his surroundings vigilantly.

He could clearly feel that the concentration of Spiritual Qi on this floor was several times denser than on the fifth, but it was mixed with an indescribable violent aura that made one inexplicably irritable.

Sun Buer looked up at the blood-red sun in the sky, his expression somewhat heavy.

"This space is so oppressive!"

Shen Chong nodded slightly, "It is filled with the bloody scent of Yao Beasts."

"Just how many Yao Beasts had to be killed to stain the land like this?" Shen Quan looked at the scarlet earth and gasped.

Sun Buer stood up, his gaze fixed on the lonely Peaks in the distance, his expression grave.

"The trial of the sixth floor is likely not as simple as just hunting Yao Beasts."

As the three were speaking, a sudden, rapid sound of wind breaking came from afar.

"Someone is coming!" Shen Chong looked up abruptly, gripping the long sword in his hand.

Shen Quan and Sun Buer also instantly entered a state of alert, their internal Spiritual Qi surging, ready to strike at any moment.

However—when those figures drew closer, the expressions of the three shifted from vigilance to astonishment.

"Zhou Yuan? Qin Mo?!"

Shen Quan widened his eyes, looking at the two figures stumbling toward them, his face full of disbelief.

The people who arrived were none other than Zhou Yuan and Qin Mo from Yinxian Village.

But at this moment, the two were in an extremely wretched state.

Zhou Yuan's originally brand-new cyan Daoist robe was tattered, the left sleeve torn away to reveal a bloodied arm beneath, the wound deep enough to see the bone. His round face was covered in bloodstains, a streak of dried blood hung from the corner of his mouth, and his hair was disheveled, looking exactly like someone who had crawled out of a pile of corpses.

Qin Mo was no better off.

His cold, stern face had three bloody gashes extending from his left forehead to his right cheek, the flesh curled back, a shocking sight. More severely, there was a piercing wound on his left shoulder blade, from which blood was still gushing, staining half his body dark red. His right hand gripped the sword hilt tightly, his knuckles white, and his entire arm was trembling slightly.

"Shen, Shen Quan..."

Seeing the three, Zhou Yuan stumbled, nearly falling to the ground.

Shen Chong was quick-witted and caught him.

"Brother Zhou, how did you get injured like this?!"

Zhou Yuan panted, his lips trembling, his eyes filled with the relief of having survived a catastrophe, but even more so with deep fear.

"Ye Xuan... it's Ye Xuan!"

Sun Buer's pupils constricted: "Young Master Chisha?! You encountered him?"

Qin Mo gritted his teeth, his voice raspy, a flash of unwillingness and anger in his eyes.

"He is at the entrance of the seventh floor, blocking everyone who wants to go up. We, from several Holy Lands, joined forces but were no match for him."

Zhou Yuan took over, his voice trembling: "That guy is too strong! At the Peak of the Dharma Image Realm, his Demonic Technique is treacherous and ruthless. We, over a dozen people, attacked together and couldn't even withstand three moves from him!"

He looked down at the bone-deep wound on his arm, his eyes filled with lingering fear.

"This injury of mine was caused by the aftermath of his Sword Qi. That piercing wound on Qin Mo was inflicted by a casual strike of his sword. Just a little more... just a little more, and it would have pierced his heart."

Shen Quan gasped, his expression grave to the extreme.

Although they had long known that Ye Xuan's strength was not simple, they hadn't expected that over a dozen people joining forces couldn't even withstand three moves!

One had to know, these were Geniuses from the Holy Lands!

"Why is he blocking the entrance to the seventh floor?" Shen Chong asked in a deep voice.

Zhou Yuan's expression was heavy: "The bodies of Quasi-Emperors! He wants to monopolize the bodies of the Quasi-Emperors on the ninth floor!"

"The bodies of Quasi-Emperors?!"

Shen Quan's voice went out of tune, his eyes widened like copper bells, his mouth agape, and he stood frozen on the spot, as if struck by lightning.

Sun Buer's face was also deathly pale, cold sweat rolling down his forehead and dripping onto the cracked ground, making a faint sound.

He had traveled far and wide and seen much of the world, and the library of the Taotie Pavilion recorded countless secrets.

But the word "Quasi-Emperor" still felt like a great mountain, crushing him until he couldn't breathe.

A Quasi-Emperor.

That was an existence standing at the very Peak of the Cangxuan Great World!

Ten thousand years ago, Emperor Yuanlian appeared, suppressing the current age and achieving the position of Great Emperor.

Since then, the imperial path has been severed, and it is no longer possible for a Great Emperor to appear in the world.

A Quasi-Emperor is the top combat power in this world!

Every Quasi-Emperor is an old monster who has lived for tens of thousands of years, with heaven-defying means and unfathomable foundations.

Existences of this level are rare, even among those ancient imperial clans and forbidden zones in the Central Plains!

"Are you sure?!" Sun Buer grabbed Zhou Yuan's arm, his voice trembling.

Zhou Yuan's face twisted from the grip, and he desperately patted Sun Buer's hand: "Su-sure! This was deduced by the Saints of our Three Great Holy Lands! This Sacred Tower is the Magic Treasure of Venerable Chiling. Back then, Venerable Chiling fought his way into the Southern Sky alone, slaying the Southern Sky Yao Race. Two Quasi-Emperors of the Yao Race died at his hands, and their bodies are hidden in the ninth floor of this Sacred Tower!"

Sun Buer let go, stepped back twice, and muttered to himself: "No wonder... no wonder people from Tiansha Abyss came... no wonder Ye Chen would send his own son to come in person..."

Shen Chong asked in a deep voice: "What does Tiansha Abyss want with the Quasi-Emperor bodies?"

Zhou Yuan and Qin Mo looked at each other, both seeing deep fear in the other's eyes.

"To refine Corpse Puppets." Qin Mo articulated each word, his voice as cold as if scraped from an ice cellar, "Tiansha Abyss possesses an evil technique called the 'Demonic Refining Technique', which can refine Quasi-Emperor bodies into Corpse Puppets, retaining seventy percent of their combat power from when they were alive! Two Quasi-Emperor bodies mean two Quasi-Emperor level combat powers!"

Once these words were spoken, the entire scene fell into dead silence.

Shen Quan's face was deathly pale, his lips trembling, unable to utter a single word.

Two Quasi-Emperor level Corpse Puppets!

What kind of concept was that?

In the entire Cangxuan Great World, the number of Quasi-Emperor powerhouses on the surface can be counted on one hand!

If Tiansha Abyss truly refines two Quasi-Emperor Corpse Puppets, and added to the fact that Ye Chen himself is only one step away from being a Quasi-Emperor... by then, the strength of Tiansha Abyss will expand to a terrifying degree!

Not to mention the Southern Region, even those imperial clans with the deepest foundations in the Central Plains would have to yield!

"No, we absolutely cannot let them succeed!" Shen Quan clenched his fists tightly, a resolve never seen before flashing in his eyes.

Shen Chong nodded, his expression grave, but there was no hint of retreat in his eyes either.

Sun Buer took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down: "Where is Ye Xuan now?"

"The entrance to the seventh floor." Zhou Yuan panted, raising his hand to point toward the distant Peaks, "He set up a Demonic Array, blocking everyone who wanted to enter the seventh floor. We, over a dozen people, joined forces and charged three times, but all failed. Five died, and eight were injured..."

Shen Quan patted his shoulder and said in a deep voice: "You have done your best. Leave the rest to us."

Zhou Yuan looked up abruptly, staring at Shen Quan with wide eyes: "You? Are you crazy?! Ye Xuan is at the Peak of the Dharma Image Realm! You are only at the fifth level of the Huahong Realm! What do you have to fight him with?!"

"Don't worry." Shen Quan grinned, revealing a mouthful of gleaming white teeth, "My Shen Family never does things without assurance. We have the Magic Treasure bestowed by Ninth Uncle, which is enough to fight him!!"

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