Wang Xiu’s aura rose and fell within him, surging like a tide.
The mana he had just harvested allowed his cultivation, which was always on the verge of a breakthrough, to advance once more. It was a natural progression, the result of accumulated effort, bringing him to the pinnacle of the Nascent Soul’s Ninth Heaven—just half a step from Soul Travel.
But he felt no great joy. Instead, he frowned and asked, "The Great Abyssal Demonic Array?"
Guba smacked his lips, his expression complex as he said, "That is also an incredibly cruel ritual formation, considered taboo even in the Abyss Demon Realm!"
According to him, the Great Abyssal Demonic Array was different from the Divine Demon Ritual. Although both extracted energy through sacrifice, one was an offering to the Demon Gods, while the other was channeled directly to the formation’s caster.
Moreover, one valued spiritual power and the Power of Faith, with little demand for qi and blood. Even the lowest-ranking Foreign Demon could be exchanged for plentiful energy, so long as their numbers were sufficient.
—After all, for the Demon Gods who have already transcended, there is no difference between a Foreign Demon and a Pureblood one.
—Unless that Pureblood could cultivate to a level comparable to the Supre beings.
But the Great Abyssal Demonic Array was different.
Legend has it that in ancient tis, a Demon in the Abyss Demon Realm plotted for tens of thousands of years. Using this formation, he sacrificed the beings from three entire levels of the Abyss Demon Realm to obtain an unimaginably terrifying power, hoping to ascend to the ultimate realm of a Demon Emperor.
In the end, a coalition force ford by over a dozen other levels of the Abyss managed to stop him, but only at an extrely painful cost.
The beings sacrificed by this thod could not even retain a fragnt of their spirit, making reincarnation or rebirth impossible.
After the incident, those once vast and boundless levels of the Abyss lay barren for countless millennia, starkly resembling a domain of absolute desolation!
This was a thod that sacrificed an entire world to empower a select few!
It was also a formation that could sever the very roots of the Demon Race. Even the Sky Demon Bloodline, with its incredibly pure and powerful source, was treated as a sacrifice, its entire clan devoured!
Even among the Demon Race, where cannibalism had beco a habit, this was taboo. Any sign of its appearance would be t with a united attack, as no one wished to beco at on another’s chopping block.
"Once this formation is activated, aside from the handful of individuals controlling it, all other living beings will be treated as sacrificial offerings!"
Guba’s face turned grim, his heart reeling in utter shock. This formation had been lost to ti, never appearing for countless years and leaving no trace even in the Abyss Demon Realm.
How could it appear in the Cangyuan Realm? Who set it up?
Wang Xiu asked, "Including the Demon Race itself?"
Guba nodded. "Of course. This formation does not distinguish between friend and foe!"
Communication via spiritual sense was incredibly fast. In the flash of a single thought, they could exchange a vast amount of information.
And in just that brief mont, Demon Sea Island had already plunged into utter chaos. Countless blood-red tendrils of aura rose from the cracks in the ground, forming a dense miasma that spread out like an ocean of bloody mist.
The blood-red mist seed sentient, constantly seeking out living creatures. As long as they were alive and breathing—be they Foreign Demon, Pureblood Demon Race, the Demonic Qi-breathing vegetation on the mountains, or the fish in the lakes—they were all targets.
Upon contact, their bodies jolted and began to tremble uncontrollably. The blood-red mist contained what felt like invisible suction cups, madly devouring their flesh and vital essence.
"What’s going on? Why is this formation attacking our own people?"
"Ah—stop! I’m of the Demon Race, one of our own!"
...
Nurous demons howled in pain. They had initially thought this was a hidden tactic on their side and were about to gloat, only to find themselves the victims in the next mont. Caught completely off guard, their qi and blood depleted at a visible rate.
The human cultivators also fell into disarray, but they quickly regrouped. Huddling together, they unleashed the radiant light of their mana, trying to fend off the bizarre blood-red mist.
It had so effect, but it was minimal.
Massive quantities of blood-red mist continued to materialize, growing more terrifying by the second. It crashed against them like a tempest, relentlessly battering the protective light surrounding them. They knew they could not hold out for long.
"Go! Retreat! Get off Demon Sea Island!"
Ye Guhong hovered in the air, holding his Golden War Spear. His presence was powerful, and his entire body radiated a brilliant, dazzling light of runes. He had clearly employed so secret art that kept the blood-red mist at bay for the mont. In the area around him, even the bloody light seeping from the cracks in the ground was suppressed, daring not to erge.
But his expression was exceedingly grave, for he obviously knew sothing. A hint of panic flickered in his normally unfazed eyes, though he suppressed it well.
His prestige was clearly sufficient.
No one was willing to fight any longer. They all followed behind him, fighting their way off Demon Sea Island.
But soon, disaster struck once more.
Streams of blood-red mist erged from the sea at the edges of Demon Sea Island, blanketing the sky. They rose continuously, forming an endless sea of bloody fog that was also like a high wall connecting heaven and earth. It completely sealed off Demon Sea Island without a single gap.
"Break through!" soone roared, the unease in their heart growing stronger.
RUMBLE!
The war chariots thundered as treasure ships unleashed a rich, immortal light, bursting forth with unprecedented power as they tried to smash through the barrier.
So couldn’t wait any longer. People were dying everywhere. The blood-red mist clung to them like flesh-burrowing maggots, turning all of Demon Sea Island into a deathtrap. The desperate desire for survival overrode their reason.
The next mont, war chariots shattered and the treasure ships’ light dimd. Many human cultivators were grievously injured and the very void trembled, but the high wall of blood-red mist remained utterly unmoved, plunging everyone into despair.
"Fall back! Let us handle this!"
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