211: Chapter 211 Enraging the Heavenly Fiend Abyss

Chapter 211: Angering Tiansha Abyss. Shen Quan stood by the edge of the Blood Pool, looking around, but he did not see Shen Qingyuan's figure.

“Where is Ninth Uncle? He was just here—”

Before his voice could fade, a golden crack suddenly tore open in the Void Realm.

Shen Qingyuan walked out of the crack lazily, with his hands tucked into his sleeves.

“Ninth Uncle!” Shen Quan's eyes lit up, and he quickly went to greet him. “Where did you go?”

Shen Qingyuan glanced at him without replying, his gaze falling upon that reddish-gold Blood Pool.

The Saint Realm vital blood essence churning in the pool was still completely full even after the five of them had absorbed it for the duration of an incense stick, with almost no visible sign of decrease.

“Like a mosquito biting an elephant, indeed.” A faint curve appeared at the corner of Shen Qingyuan's mouth.

Hearing this, Sun Buer's old face flushed red.

Although the Senior's words were unpleasant to hear, it was indeed the truth.

The vital blood essence of a Saint Realm grand Yao Beast contained a trace of Saintly Dao Law. For small Cultivators like them in the Dharma Image Realm and Huahong Realm, refining even a single drop required an immense amount of energy.

In the span of an incense stick, they had exerted all their strength, yet the amount they absorbed was merely a drop in the ocean.

“Leaving this Blood Pool here is also a waste.” Shen Qingyuan raised his right hand, his slender fingers gently grasping the empty air in the Void Realm.

That reddish-gold Blood Pool, about ten feet square, along with the churning vital blood essence inside, was forcibly pulled up from the ground by an invisible force and suspended in mid-air.

The golden runes on the pool walls suddenly erupted with blinding light, and the entire Blood Pool began to shrink and compress. In the blink of an eye, it turned into a fist-sized reddish-gold sphere of light, falling into Shen Qingyuan's palm.

The sphere of light was as blazing as the sun, with countless faint phantoms of Yao Beasts churning and roaring inside, emitting a heart-palpitating pressure.

Shen Quan swallowed hard, his eyes staring straight at the sphere of light.

That was a whole pool full of Saint Realm Yao Beast vital blood essence!

“Ninth Uncle, how do you plan to use this Blood Pool?” Shen Quan asked tentatively.

Shen Qingyuan swept the sphere of light into his sleeve, his tone casual: “Keep it for the members of the Shen Family to use.”

Shen Quan's eyes lit up, and he grinned. “That's wonderful! If my father, Third Uncle, and Sixth Uncle can soak in this Blood Pool, their cultivation will definitely soar!”

Shen Chong also nodded, a trace of anticipation flashing in his eyes.

Although the Shen Family's strength had greatly increased now, their Foundation was still too shallow.

The cultivation of their Elders and Old Ancestors was considered first-rate in the Southern Territory, but compared to those deeply established forces in the Central State, the gap was still quite large.

If they could bring this Blood Pool back to the Shen Family and let the clan members take turns with Body Tempering, the overall strength of the Shen Family would rise by at least a whole level.

“Alright, it's time to go out.” Shen Qingyuan turned around, his gaze sweeping over the five of them. “The trials of the Sacred Tower end here. You should all go back and properly digest your gains from this time.”

The five of them responded in unison.

Shen Qingyuan waved his hand, and a golden trail of light emerged in the Void Realm, turning into a space crack about ten feet wide.

“Let's go.”

Shen Qingyuan stepped into the crack.

The five of them quickly followed.

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Outside Yuyang City, on the plains.

The Sacred Tower still towered into the clouds, the runes on its body slowly circulating, emitting an ancient and desolate aura.

But at this moment, everyone's attention was not on the Sacred Tower, but gathered on the Cultivators who were being teleported out of the Sacred Tower.

“Have you heard? Young Master Chisha is dead!”

“What?! Young Master Chisha of the Tiansha Abyss? That Genius at the Peak of the Ninth Layer of the Dharma Image Realm?”

“Absolutely true! I saw it with my own eyes! A young man claiming to be from the 'Blood Rain Pavilion' suppressed Young Master Chisha with a single palm strike and threw him directly into a void crack!”

“That's impossible, right? Young Master Chisha is the direct son of the Tiansha Abyss Master, Ye Chen! His Demonic Technique is eerie and ruthless, making him invincible among his peers! Who could kill him?”

“Why would I lie to you? So many people were present—Lie Yangzi of the Burning Flame Ancient Land and several Core Disciples of the Tianxuan Sect all saw it!”

Whispers rose and fell, like a boiling pot of water, exploding across the plains.

The news spread rapidly, as if it had grown wings.

In less than half an hour, the entire Yuyang City knew—Young Master Chisha of the Tiansha Abyss had been killed!

And the person who killed him came from an obscure force—the Blood Rain Pavilion.

“Blood Rain Pavilion? What kind of force is that? How come I've never heard of it?”

“Does the Southern Territory have this Sect? Or is it from the Eastern Wasteland? Or the Central State?”

“I don't know... but to dare kill someone from the Tiansha Abyss, this Blood Rain Pavilion is far too bold!”

“Exactly! The Tiansha Abyss is a top Demonic Path Holy Land in the Central State, with an Abyss Master at the Peak of the Saint King Realm presiding over it! Since the Blood Rain Pavilion has offended them, I'm afraid they are not far from being wiped out.”

Amidst the discussions, some were excited, some were curious, but even more were gloating.

The Tiansha Abyss acted overbearingly and had made countless enemies. Now that Young Master Chisha was killed, many people were naturally secretly pleased.

But there were also discerning people who saw something deeper.

“Don't you find it strange? Young Master Chisha was at the Peak of the Ninth Layer of the Dharma Image Realm, and his Demonic Technique is a closely guarded secret of the Tiansha Abyss.

Someone who could suppress him with a single palm strike must have a cultivation at least at the Void Piercing Realm or above.

Yet the Sacred Tower has a Restriction, and only Cultivators with a bone age under thirty can enter.

That person from the Blood Rain Pavilion has the strength of the Void Piercing Realm at such a young age?”

As soon as these words were spoken, the surroundings suddenly quieted down a bit.

Under thirty years old, Void Piercing Realm.

In the entire Cangxuan Great World, such an existence is as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns!

Even those Imperial Families with the deepest Foundations in the Central State might not be able to nurture a Genius of this level.

“Could it be... that the Blood Rain Pavilion is some Hidden Ancient Clan?” someone speculated in a low voice.

“A Hidden Ancient Clan? Do you mean those ancient families that have inherited legacies for tens of thousands of years and live in seclusion within a Small World?”

“Very likely! Only a force of that caliber could nurture such a Prodigy-level Genius!”

Everyone looked at each other, the curiosity in their eyes growing even stronger.

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In the Void Realm, three figures stood with their hands behind their backs, their bodies enveloped in a faint glow that merged seamlessly with this void space.

The Old Ancestor of Yinxian Village, Saint Xutian — Yun Xu.

The Old Ancestor of the Burning Flame Ancient Land, Saint Yiyan — Lieyi.

The Old Ancestor of the Tianxuan Sect, Saint Tianxuan — Lingyuan.

The three great Saints, the most Peak existences of the Southern Territory, were all silent at this moment.

Their Divine Thoughts penetrated the Void Realm, enveloping the entire Yuyang City, and the discussions of those Cultivators on the plains reached their ears without missing a single word.

“Young Master Chisha is dead.”

Lieyi was the first to speak, his voice hoarse, carrying a gravity that was hard to conceal. “The direct son of the Tiansha Abyss Master Ye Chen, a Genius at the Peak of the Ninth Layer of the Dharma Image Realm, has fallen here. I fear this will bring disaster to the Southern Territory!”

Saint Lingyuan did not speak, but a hint of shock also flashed in her cold eyes.

Tiansha Abyss.

That is a top Demonic Path Holy Land in the Central State.

An existence on par with those deeply established ancient Imperial Families.

Within their gates, they have an Abyss Master at the Peak of the Saint King Realm presiding, along with numerous Elders of the Saint and Great Saint levels, possessing unfathomable Foundations.

A force of this level, let alone in the Southern Territory, even in the entire Cangxuan Great World, very few would dare to provoke.

Yet now, the direct son of the Tiansha Abyss Master has actually died in the Southern Territory?

Died in Yuyang City?

Died at the hands of an obscure 'Blood Rain Pavilion'?

“Blood Rain Pavilion.” Lieyi murmured the name, his brows furrowing deeply. “Have you heard of this force?”

Saint Xutian shook his head. “I have never heard of it.”

Saint Lingyuan also shook her head.

The three great Saints looked at each other, all seeing bewilderment in each other's eyes.

They had lived for thousands of years, traveled far and wide, and were highly experienced. For forces large and small in the Cangxuan Great World, even if they had no interactions, they would have at least heard of their names.

But this 'Blood Rain Pavilion', they were indeed hearing of it for the first time.

“To be able to suppress the Peak of the Ninth Layer of the Dharma Image Realm with a single palm strike under the age of thirty, that young man who acted must have a cultivation at least at the Void Piercing Realm,” Saint Xutian said in a deep voice. “And not just an ordinary Void Piercing Realm. To suppress a Genius of Ye Xuan's caliber with a single palm, he must be at least at the Middle Stage of the Void Piercing Realm, or perhaps even the Late Stage.”

Lieyi sucked in a breath of cold air. “Under thirty years old, Late Stage of the Void Piercing Realm? Even in those ancient Imperial Families of the Central State, this would be an extremely rare existence! Just what is the background of this Blood Rain Pavilion?”

Saint Lingyuan fell silent for a moment, then suddenly spoke, “Perhaps we have thought of it wrongly, and it isn't the Blood Rain Pavilion at all!”

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