50: End of Volume: Blood Debt Repaid with Blood

Qingyang City had become a blurry silhouette behind him, like a sandbox trampled by a giant beast.

The Stone-skinned Turtle carried Mo Yuan, flying steadily southeast beneath the low-hanging clouds.

On its dark black carapace, emerald and dark grey lightning patterns intertwined and dimly flowed, each pulsation conveying deep exhaustion.

Within the carapace's space, the Dark Moon Rabbit, Thunderclap Sparrow, Ant King… all of the Sequence Legion had fallen into deep slumber, their auras as faint as threads.

The cost of sacrificing their Origin to activate the Chaos Lightning Cannon was as heavy as a mountain.

Mo Yuan stood on the turtle's head, his Chaos Lightning Body like a silent reef.

Dark gold and chaotic grey light flowed silently beneath his skin, his Qi Refinement Stage sixth-layer aura was as condensed as an abyss, yet within it surged a killing intent like purgatorial molten lava.

His demonic hand, which flowed with lightning patterns and grey light, was held in a phantom grip, and deep within the core of the cannon muzzle in his palm, that dark grey projection of the Chaos Lightning Seed was like a cyclops' eye in the abyss, coldly staring forward—towards the direction of Yue Country, towards the Seven Mysteries Sect!

Blood debts must be repaid with blood!

Seven Mysteries Sect, Law Enforcement Hall.

The solemn hall, once a symbol of the Sect's iron rules, was now filled with a nauseatingly sweet stench of blood and stale medicinal odors.

High above the hall, Li Feiyu sat on a massive chair pieced together from white bones.

He was still wearing the dark black Magical Artifact robe that symbolized a Hall Master, but his face was even more sinister and emaciated than when Mo Yuan had left.

His eye sockets were deeply sunken, his cheekbones high, and his skin had an unhealthy greenish-grey hue, as if he had just crawled out of a tomb like a zombie.

The Spiritual Pressure emanating from his body, though it had reached the Peak of the Qi Refinement Stage ninth-layer, was chaotic and impure, carrying a strong scent of corpse poison and the wailing of resentful Souls, clearly the result of forcibly devouring too much blood food and living Souls.

Below, the Poison Old Freak was hunched over, wrapped in a large dark green cloak, with only a pair of eyes flickering with eerie green ghostly flames visible.

He was toying with a jade bottle that continuously oozed viscous black blood, his hoarse voice like a venomous snake flicking its tongue:

“Hall Master Li, the ‘Thousand Corpse Ten Thousand Poison Pill’ is complete, only lacking the final ‘Extreme Yin Lightning Evil’ catalyst.”

“That little bastard Mo Yuan possesses a mutated Thunder Spiritual Root and has been struck by Heavenly Tribulation; his heart's essence blood is the most superior medicinal ingredient!”

“As long as this pill is refined, not to mention Foundation Establishment Stage, even the Golden Core Dao will be within reach!”

Li Feiyu's emaciated face twisted into a distorted smile, his eyes flickering with a sinister glow mixed with greed and cruelty: “Don't worry, he can't escape!”

“This Seat has already planted the ‘Child-Mother Soul Chasing Guidance’ on his useless younger brother, Mo Juren!”

“As soon as he steps into Yue Country's borders… hehe…”

His bony fingers tapped on the armrest, making a hollow echo, “This Seat wants him to watch with his own eyes how his last living relative… is refined into a blood pill right before him!”

“Jie jie jie…” the Poison Old Freak let out a strange laugh like a night owl, “Excellent! Excellent!”

“However, that little bastard caused quite a stir in Qingyang City, and it's said he even raised some strange Vicious Beasts… Hall Master still needs to be more careful…”

“Vicious Beasts?” Li Feiyu sneered, his eyes full of disdain, “No matter how strange the Vicious Beasts, can they block a sweep of my ‘Ten Thousand Soul Banner’? Can they withstand a punch from my ‘Hundred Refinement Corpse Puppet’?”

“Qingyang City? They're just a bunch of bumpkins who haven't seen the world!”

“Once this Seat achieves Foundation Establishment Stage with the pill, the first thing I'll do is slaughter that so-called Mo Sect!”

The two looked at each other and laughed, a chilly wind swept through the hall, as if countless wronged Souls were silently wailing.

Yue Country border, Blackwind Ridge.

A cold wind howled, and withered trees pointed like ghostly claws at the lead-grey sky.

The massive body of the Stone-skinned Turtle, like a moving dark iron cloud, slowly descended onto the barren ridge, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Mo Yuan stood on the turtle's head, the aura of his Chaos Lightning Body completely restrained, like a hibernating Vicious Beast.

His cold gaze swept over the desolate valley below, finally resting on an inconspicuous rock crevice.

There, a trace of an extremely faint, yet familiar aura connected to his Bloodline remained—Mo Juren!

“Turtle, guard this place well.”

“Rabbit, Sparrow, follow me down.”

The cold command was given.

The Stone-skinned Turtle let out a low growl, its massive body prostrating like a bedrock, the emerald and dark grey lightning patterns subtly flowing, enveloping the ridge area in an absolute defensive will.

The Dark Moon Rabbit's ethereal blue figure silently solidified, landing beside Mo Yuan; its [Phantom] ability, nourished by the Chaos aura, made her almost merge with the shadows of the rocks, her [Extinction Thunder Claw] harboring a cold light.

The Thunderclap Sparrow landed on Mo Yuan's shoulder, its silver wings folded, its [Chaos Thunder Sound] perception like an invisible radar, instantly sweeping across the entire valley.

Mo Yuan took a step, his figure like a ghost, instantly disappearing into the rock crevice.

The crevice was narrow and winding, extending downwards, ending in a natural stone cave barely large enough for a few people to stand.

The cave was damp and cold, filled with a heavy smell of blood and despair.

A gaunt, battered figure was curled up in a corner, hands and feet locked by refined steel chains engraved with runes; the chains were deeply embedded in his flesh, and the wounds were festering and oozing pus.

It was Mo Yuan's opportunistic younger brother in this life—Mo Juren!

His face was ashen, his lips cracked and bleeding, his eyes hollow and numb, like a body that had lost its Soul.

Only on his chest, a dark black rune seal, composed of malevolent corpse Qi and slowly wriggling like a living thing, emanated a cold and evil aura—the Child-Mother Soul Chasing Guidance!

The mother seal was in Li Feiyu's hand, while the child seal, like maggots on bone, tormented Mo Juren's Divine Soul, and also acted as a lighthouse in the darkness, guiding Mo Yuan's arrival!

“Bro… brother…” As if by Bloodline connection, Mo Juren's hollow eyes rotated with extreme difficulty, looking towards the cave entrance, a hoarse, wheezing sound like a broken bellows escaping his throat, filled with unbelievable despair and… a faint trace of plea.

Mo Yuan's figure appeared silently within the stone cave.

His cold gaze swept over the dark black rune seal on Mo Juren's chest, then fell upon his unrecognizable, miserable appearance.

There was no angry roar, no warmth of Bloodline connection, only a deep, cold chill, like ten thousand years of profound ice.

“Useless.” Mo Yuan's voice was flat, as if stating a fact.

He slowly raised his demonic hand, which flowed with chaotic grey light, and pointed it at Mo Juren's chest from a distance.

Sizzle!

A strand of chaotic grey light, as fine as a hair yet condensed to the extreme, like a living venomous snake, instantly pierced into the wriggling dark black rune seal!

“Ah—!!!” Mo Juren let out a horrifying, inhuman shriek!

His body convulsed violently as if thrown into boiling oil!

The Child-Mother Soul Chasing Guidance on his chest, as if encountering its natural predator, instantly erupted with dazzling black light, and countless distorted faces of resentful Souls shrieked and struggled within the black light!

However, under the erosion of the chaotic grey light, these resentful Souls, along with the dark black rune seal itself, rapidly dissolved and annihilated, like filth thrown into strong acid!

Turning into wisps of foul black smoke that dispersed!

The Child-Mother Soul Chasing Guidance, broken!

After the intense pain, Mo Juren collapsed to the ground as if all his bones had been removed, gasping for air, the numb despair in his eyes replaced by the blankness of one who had survived a catastrophe.

He stared blankly at this cold-auraed “brother” before him, who was like a demon god, his lips moving, but he couldn't utter a single word.

Mo Yuan did not look at him.

The moment the Soul Chasing Guidance was broken, his demonic hand clenched suddenly!

An invisible, powerful will, mixed with the Origin of the Chaos Lightning Seed, like an arrow tracking in reverse, followed the last trace of malevolent connection remaining from the annihilated Soul Chasing Guidance, fiercely piercing towards the distant Seven Mysteries Sect!

“Li Feiyu… I found you!”

Seven Mysteries Sect, Law Enforcement Hall.

Li Feiyu, who was sneering and plotting with the Poison Old Freak, suddenly felt a sharp constriction in his chest!

As if struck hard by an invisible heavy hammer!

His gaunt face instantly turned from greenish-grey to deathly pale, and he “poof” spat out a large mouthful of viscous, foul-smelling black blood!

“Hall Master!” the Poison Old Freak rose in alarm.

“The Soul Chasing Guidance… has been broken!” Li Feiyu clutched his aching chest, his eyes filled with incredulous shock and rage, “It's Mo Yuan! That little bastard… he… he's here!”

He could clearly feel a cold, domineering will, imbued with an aura of destruction, like a maggot on bone, firmly locking onto his location!

The strength of that will far surpassed the Qi Refinement Stage!

“What?!” The Poison Old Freak's eerie green eyes instantly constricted, “How is that possible?! The Child-Mother Soul Chasing Guidance is an ancient secret art…”

“Shut up!” Li Feiyu interrupted sharply, his face contorted with extreme ferocity and madness, “It's good that he came! It saves this Seat the trouble of finding him!”

“Activate the Ten Thousand Soul Great Formation! Release all the Hundred Refinement Corpse Puppets! This Seat will extract his Soul and refine his spirit, never allowing him to reincarnate!”

He slammed his hand on the armrest of the chair!

Buzz—!!!

The entire Law Enforcement Hall, and even half of the Seven Mysteries main Peak, was instantly enveloped by a gloomy ghostly domain, thick as ink, churning with countless twisted, wailing faces of resentful Souls! The Ten Thousand Soul Devouring Spirit Great Formation!

At the same time, the gates of the underground palace deep within the Law Enforcement Hall burst open with a roar!

Dozens of terrifying figures, emanating a strong corpse stench, with greenish-black metallic luster on their skin, and crimson Soul fires flickering in their eye sockets, roared out! Hundred Refinement Corpse Puppets!

Each one exuded a fierce and malevolent aura at the Peak of the Late Stage Qi Refinement Stage!

Li Feiyu's gaunt figure shot into the sky, suspended in the center of the ghostly domain!

In his hand was a demonic banner made of stark white bones, entwined with endless resentful souls—the Ten Thousand Soul Banner!

The terrifying Spiritual Pressure of the Foundation Establishment Stage, mixed with monstrous corpse Qi and resentment, erupted without reservation!

He had clearly used some secret art that over-drafted his life force, forcibly pushing his cultivation to the threshold of Foundation Establishment Stage for a short time!

"Mo Yuan, you little bastard! Get out here and die!" Li Feiyu's venomous voice, like a chilling wind from the Nine Netherworlds, swept through the entire Seven Mysteries Sect!

Blackwind Ridge, mountain ridge.

Mo Yuan slowly retracted his magic bottle, a chaotic grey light flashing in his eyes.

He didn't even glance at Mo Juren, who was sprawled on the ground, and stepped out of the stone cave.

Outside, the Cold Wind grew fiercer, and leaden clouds hung low, as if heaven and earth had sensed the soaring, venomous corpse Qi and Foundation Establishment Spiritual Pressure.

"Brother... hurry... he... he has reached Foundation Establishment Stage..." Mo Juren struggled to crawl to the cave entrance, looking at the surging ghost domain in the direction of Seven Mysteries Sect in the distance, his eyes filled with extreme terror, as he called out hoarsely.

Mo Yuan's steps did not falter, nor did he look back.

He walked to the edge of the Stone-skinned Turtle's broad shell, gazing at the churning ghost domain of resentful Souls on the Seven Mysteries Main Peak, and the withered figure radiating Foundation Establishment Spiritual Pressure at its center.

A chillingly cold arc slowly formed at the corner of his mouth.

"Foundation Establishment Stage?"

"A mere ant... that's all."

His magic bottle, flowing with chaotic grey light, slowly lifted, his palm forming a loose fist, pointing distantly towards the Seven Mysteries Main Peak.

There was no earth-shattering buildup, no world-destroying light leaking out.

Only the dark grey core of the muzzle deep within his palm, like a gaping abyss, lit up with an introverted and dangerous glow!

"Sequence... return to position!"

The cold thought was like a final command!

"Roar!" The Stone-skinned Turtle let out a deep roar, and the dull jade and dark grey thunder patterns on its dark black shell instantly brightened to their Peak!

A highly condensed Origin of Earth Protection and Chaos Lightning power, without reservation, poured into Mo Yuan's magic bottle!

The light on the turtle shell's surface subsequently dimmed, and the cracks seemed to deepen slightly!

"Yes!" The Dark Moon Rabbit's ethereal blue figure solidified to Mo Yuan's left rear, the Origin of [Extinction Thunder Claw] and [Phantom] transforming into a stream of ethereal blue light, merging into the magic bottle!

Her figure became semi-transparent!

"Caw!" The Thunderclap Sparrow landed on Mo Yuan's right shoulder, the fluctuations of [Chaos Thunder Sound] transforming into a tangible silver sound wave stream, integrating into the core!

Its silver wings lost their luster!

The Ant King, the Green Vine Demon... all attached sequences, once again sacrificed the Origin that had only just recovered a trace!

In the palm of the magic bottle, the dark grey core of the muzzle greedily devoured all the energy!

Inside the core, the projection of the Chaos Lightning Body pulsed madly!

Pure Chaos Lightning Essence surged out, forcefully suppressing, harmonizing, and amplifying!

In front of the muzzle, space silently annihilated into a point of absolute Void Realm, its edges flowing with chaotic grey light!

This time, the target was no longer a Formation, but... a person!

"Li Feiyu..." Mo Yuan uttered the cold name, like the Grim Reaper calling out a name.

Boom—!!!!

A beam of energy, only as thick as a finger, entirely a deathly dark grey, its edges flowing with a chaotic annihilation halo, shot out silently!

No light!

No sound!

Only the will of absolute annihilation!

It ignored the distance of space!

It ignored the churning Ten Thousand Soul Ghost Domain!

It ignored the black light of the Ten Thousand Soul Banner, furiously swung by Li Feiyu, which condensed the biting power of countless resentful Souls!

It ignored the boiling Foundation Establishment Stage corpse Qi shield around him!

It even ignored the scream that erupted in his eyes, mixed with extreme terror and despair!

Hiss—!!!

The dark grey beam, as if passing through the Void Realm, precisely... landed on Li Feiyu's glabella!

Time, at this moment, seemed to freeze.

Li Feiyu's ferocity, venom, terror, despair... all expressions instantly solidified.

His withered body seemed to have been paused.

The black light from the Ten Thousand Soul Banner hung motionless in mid-air.

The boiling corpse Qi shield around him shattered silently, like a fragile eggshell.

At his glabella, a pinprick-sized black spot, its edges flowing with chaotic grey light, quietly appeared.

No explosion, no flesh and blood flying.

The next instant.

Centered on that black spot, Li Feiyu's entire head, like a wax figure thrown into strong acid, silently and from the inside out... rapidly dissolved and annihilated!

Turning into the finest fundamental particles!

The trend of annihilation did not stop, quickly spreading to his neck, torso, limbs...

The Ten Thousand Soul Banner in his hand, filled with soaring resentment, seemed to have met its nemesis; the wailing resentful faces on the banner instantly vaporized, and the banner pole disintegrated inch by inch, turning into flying ash!

The bone throne he sat upon, along with all the clothing and Magical Artifacts on his withered body... all traces of his existence, under that will of absolute annihilation, returned to the most complete Void Realm!

In its place, only a perfectly clean vacuum zone remained, and... a few wisps of slowly dissipating, defiled tribulation ash.

The Law Enforcement Hall Master of Seven Mysteries Sect, at the Peak of the ninth level of Qi Refinement Stage, Li Feiyu, who had forcefully reached Foundation Establishment Stage... was utterly annihilated, body and Soul!

Not even a trace of his remnant Soul remained!

Instant kill!

Absolute annihilation!

The entire Seven Mysteries Sect fell into a deathly silent ice cave.

The churning Ten Thousand Soul Ghost Domain, as if losing its support, instantly collapsed, and countless resentful Souls dissipated with bewildered wails.

The Hundred Refinement Corpse Puppet, which had roared out, seemed to have had its power drained, standing frozen in place, the scarlet Soul fire in its eye sockets flickering violently, filled with instinctive fear.

Deep within the Law Enforcement Hall, the Poison Old Freak's eerie green eyes peered through the gaps in his cloak, staring intently at the spot where Li Feiyu had vanished, then suddenly turning towards the figure standing on the turtle in the direction of Blackwind Ridge.

Boundless terror, like a cold venomous snake, instantly seized his heart!

He let out a strange cry, his figure transforming into a foul, dark green poisonous smoke, desperately fleeing towards the Forbidden Ground in the back mountain!

Mo Yuan slowly retracted his magic bottle, the dark grey light of the muzzle core in his palm slowly extinguished, and the backlash black Qi entwined around it seemed to thicken slightly, bringing a needle-like sting.

He seemed oblivious, his cold gaze sweeping over the deathly silent Seven Mysteries Sect below, over the frozen Corpse Puppets, finally landing on the frantically fleeing dark green poisonous smoke.

"Poison Old Freak..." Mo Yuan's voice was like a cold wind sweeping across an ice plain.

He did not pursue, but his magic bottle, which had just annihilated Li Feiyu, very casually... made a grabbing motion in the Void Realm towards the direction the Poison Old Freak was fleeing!

Buzz!

In his embrace, the magic bottle, almost split in two, suddenly trembled violently!

The dim dark vortex at the bottle's mouth instantly expanded!

An incomparably powerful suction force, mixed with the Origin of Chaos Devour, ignored spatial distance and instantly locked onto the dark green poisonous smoke!

"No—!!!" The Poison Old Freak let out a distorted, shrill scream!

He felt an irresistible suction, as if from the abyssal Nine Netherworlds, fiercely seizing his Soul and Physical Body!

He struggled desperately, a sticky, foul, dark green poisonous mist erupting around him, and countless phantom images of poisonous insects and Gu shrieked and lunged out!

Useless!

In the face of the magic bottle's devouring power, which originated from the Origin of Chaos, his poison arts were like child's play!

Whoosh—!!!

The Poison Old Freak, along with his erupting poisonous mist and phantom poisonous insects, was instantly torn from his original position, like a fly caught by an invisible giant hand, transforming into a twisted dark green stream of light, and forcibly dragged into the dark vortex at the mouth of the magic bottle!

The vortex at the bottle's mouth instantly closed.

The magic bottle's body vibrated with a greedy and painful tremor, as if digesting some highly poisonous delicacy.

At the edge of the large chaotic crack on the bottle's body, an extremely faint dark green poisonous light flashed and then was completely devoured by the chaotic grey light.

In the back mountain of Seven Mysteries Sect, only the lingering echo of the Poison Old Freak's final, abruptly cut-off scream remained.

Deathly silence!

A silence even deeper than before enveloped the entire Seven Mysteries Sect!

All the Disciples and Elders who witnessed this scene were petrified, their faces filled with extreme terror and bewilderment.

The Law Enforcement Hall Master was annihilated, body and Soul!

The infamous Poison Old Freak was snatched away mid-air, his fate unknown!

This person, who arrived riding a turtle... was he a god? Or a demon?

Mo Yuan stood atop the turtle shell, oblivious to the ant-like gazes below.

He slowly turned, the aura of his Chaos Lightning Body as solid as a mountain.

Beneath his feet, the Stone-skinned Turtle let out a low, weary roar, carrying the slumbering Sequence Legion, and slowly turned its direction.

His cold gaze swept one last time over this Sect, which had witnessed the original body's endless humiliation and betrayal.

Mo Juren cowered at the entrance of the stone cave, staring blankly at the demonic figure in the sky, his eyes filled with extreme reverence and... complete submission.

Wang Linger lay sprawled in the ruins of Qingyang City, her eyes filled only with boundless terror and the bewilderment of surviving a catastrophe.

Han Li's broken warning echoed deep within his Sea of Consciousness: "Heavenly Dao backlash... not just Heavenly Tribulation... but also in the hearts of men!"

"Qingyang... Seven Mysteries..."

"Blood debt... repaid."

"Mo Sect... shall rise!"

The cold voice, like a final declaration, reverberated over the deathly silent Seven Mysteries Sect, and was also branded deep into the Soul of every survivor.

The Stone-skinned Turtle's massive body broke through the lead-grey clouds, flying steadily towards the depths of the wilderness, towards an unknown path ahead.

Atop the turtle shell, Mo Yuan stood with his hands behind his back.

His magic bottle, flowing with chaotic grey light, pointed steadily into the distance.

Deep within the muzzle in his palm, the backlash black Qi coiled like a venomous snake, and the chaotic grey light slowly circulated.

A new storm was brewing.

In the bottle's world, the massive chaotic crack, like a wound leading to an unknown abyss, silently proclaimed—

The true backlash had only just begun.

Volume Two, "Qingyang Sequence War"... Begins!