A surviving cultivator from a Great Li sect turned deathly pale and slumped to the ground.
His eyes were filled with unbelievable despair. “Where is the ascension inheritance of the Twelfth Realm grand cultivator? Why is a peerless Ninth Realm demon beast sealed here?!”
The Great Wei blood-armored commander was also dumbfounded, his entire body trembling uncontrollably as he gripped the Purple Lightning Sword in his hand.
A Ninth Realm demon beast was equivalent to a grand cultivator of the Ninth Realm of the immortal path. With just a flick of its finger, it could grind this remnant band of Fifth and Seventh Realm cultivators into dust.
Standing in the shadows, Su Yueli watched this comical scene with cold detachment. Her mind remained perfectly calm as she instantly pieced together the cause and effect of it all.
The cultivation world was a place of extreme cruelty where the strong devoured the weak. Why would there be so many selfless opportunities and inheritances left behind specifically for future generations to try their luck?
This peak Twelfth Realm grand cultivator, who had lived for hundreds of years, probably had no intention of leaving behind any legacy before his death.
Deliberately setting up this Myriad Bones Wasteland secret realm and building a grand tomb in its inner depths was nothing more than casting a wicked fishhook to angle for greedy intruders over the long passage of time.
He wanted to use the essence blood and remnant souls of countless cultivators over these hundreds of years to raise this early stage Ninth Realm Heaven-Swallowing Demonic Leech in the blood pool!
And his true purpose was to use a secret method to completely domesticate this Ninth Realm demon beast, using it as an unparalleled physical vessel for his own remnant soul to possess one day, allowing him to be reborn and live another life!
Any talk of an inheritance was pure deception—a cannibalistic, blood-soaked trap.
These were merely Su Yueli's conjectures, but at least for now, it certainly appeared to be the case.
Then, before the cultivators in the hall could even recover from their shock, a sudden change occurred.
Thump!
A loud bang exploded from behind.
The profound iron gate of the main tomb chamber, which had been forcibly blasted open by the blood-colored giant axe, suddenly slammed shut without any external force, locking itself tightly into the walls.
Immediately after, the dense ancient runes covering the walls around the hall transformed from golden yellow into a glaring, blood-red color in an instant.
The detection restriction that originally targeted the cultivators' divine sense completely changed its form. The entire grand array instantly activated its killing mechanism.
The flesh-and-blood furnace mechanism had completely locked down the entire chamber!
“Ah! My spiritual energy! My cultivation is draining away!”
A Great Li cultivator screamed in terror.
Countless blood-red illusory chains shot out from the void, piercing straight into the qi seas of every cultivator present.
The grand array acted like a massive pump, forcibly extracting their natal spiritual energy and entire body's essence blood, turning them into billowing red mist that continuously gathered into the central blood pool.
This grand array was blind; as long as there was spiritual energy circulating within one's body, they would be trapped by this furnace mechanism, utterly unable to break free.
The already heavily injured cultivators rapidly weakened, their physical bodies withering away at a speed visible to the naked eye.
“Roar—!”
Nourished by the massive amount of essence blood and spiritual energy, the Heaven-Swallowing Demonic Leech, which had been slumbering in the center of the blood pool for hundreds of years, was finally fully awakened.
Its colossal body shook violently, and its crimson beast pupils—each as large as a water bucket, radiating endless tyranny and bloodlust—slowly opened.
Boom!
A terrifying pressure belonging to an early stage Ninth Realm ancient giant beast swept through the entire main tomb chamber like the simultaneous collapse of ten thousand mountains.
Pfft! Pfft!
The cultivators in the hall felt as if they had been struck by lightning, every single one of them spitting out mouthfuls of blood.
Under the heavy weight of this Ninth Realm pressure, the high-grade protective magic treasures they had summoned began to crack in large numbers, before shattering into countless fragments with a series of loud bangs.
The door was completely locked, their spiritual energy was being forcibly drained, and a revived Ninth Realm demon beast was coiled right before their eyes.
A deathly fog of despair instantly enveloped everyone's Dao Hearts.
Within the main tomb chamber, the dark-red blood mist finished spewing out.
The hundred-yard-long Heaven-Swallowing Demonic Leech in the center of the blood pool fully opened its bucket-sized crimson eyes, which burned with demonic fire.
“Roar—!”
A roar filled with the desire to slaughter shattered the remaining few intact stone slabs in the hall.
The demonic leech's massive fleshy body wriggled frantically. Countless tentacles lined with backward-facing teeth transformed into a sky full of whipping shadows, sweeping through the narrow tomb chamber with early stage Ninth Realm demonic power.
In their extreme despair, the surviving cultivators of Great Li and Great Wei organized their final line of defense.
They summoned their remaining high-grade defensive shields and activated their sects' precious treasures, trying to erect a final barrier of spiritual light.
However, those defensive shields, which were normally strong enough to withstand the full-force strike of a Seventh Realm grand cultivator, shattered like brittle pottery the moment the demonic leech's tentacles swept past. They could not block its absolute Ninth Realm strength in the slightest.
With every sweep of a tentacle, cultivators were torn to shreds along with their magic treasures. Flesh and blood flew everywhere, and their miserable shrieks were instantly drowned out by the rumbling sounds of the tentacles smashing against the stone walls.
The defensive line had collapsed, and the Great Wei blood-armored commander's face turned as pale as ash.
Realizing that defending meant certain death, he cast aside his dignity as a commander. Gritting his teeth, he pinched a hand seal to trigger an earth-escaping secret technique.
Wrapped in spiritual light, he attempted to use the earth escape to flee this closed, deadly trap.
Thud.
A loud crash rang out.
The moment the escape technique's spiritual light hit the ground, it failed to penetrate the earth at all. Instead, it was violently rebounded by the newly activated ancient restriction of the main tomb chamber, slamming him against the distant stone wall.
The secret technique shattered. The Great Wei commander spat out blood and collapsed into a pool of blood.
Before he could struggle to his feet, a tentacle swept past like a python. A massive mouth opened, and with a sharp crunch, bit off both of his legs.
The commander let out a miserable wail, clutching his severed limbs tightly as his chaotic spiritual energy ran rampant inside his body.
The once-aloof “immortal masters,” now facing absolute slaughter, completely lost their Dao Hearts. They wailed and cried for their parents inside the sealed tomb chamber, devoid of any immortal elegance, reduced entirely to food on a Ninth Realm demon beast's plate.
Just as everyone fell into a deathly despair and waited in silence for their demise, a sudden sound of footsteps echoed from the deep shadows in a corner of the hall, which was filled with rubble and swirling black mist.
In this tomb chamber filled with screams and tearing flesh, the sound was highly discordant, even somewhat eerie.
Everyone who was wailing, waiting for death, and even the Ninth Realm demonic leech that was busy feeding, froze in their tracks. They instinctively looked toward the source of the sound.
Amidst the rolling black mist and falling rubble, a figure wearing a white carved mask and an immaculate black robe slowly stepped forward.
She walked over the scorch marks of spells and the highly toxic slime of demon beasts, her pace unchanging.
Su Yueli.
She stopped and stood in the center of the chaotic ruins. Her cold gaze swept across the deadly scene through the eyeholes of her mask.
The legless, coughing Great Wei commander's eyes nearly bulged out of his head. He stared at Su Yueli, his face filled with shock and disbelief:
“A martial artist? A crude mortal martial artist? Crazy, has this person gone completely mad...?”
In his eyes, mortal martial artists did not cultivate immortal methods and were like ants before cultivators.
Yet, the woman before him dared to walk around so casually in this perilous place where even Eighth and Ninth Realm experts could perish at any moment.
Had this woman lost her mind, coming here on her own to be a snack for the demon beast?
The few remaining, barely surviving cultivators in the main tomb chamber also looked at her, their gazes as if they were looking at a fool who was courting death.
Even they, immortal masters with cultivation bases, were waiting for death, let alone a mortal martial artist.
Faced with everyone's stares and the cold gaze of the Ninth Realm demonic leech, Su Yueli remained expressionless.
She tilted her head, a crisp crack echoing from the bones in her neck.
In the next moment, Su Yueli slowly raised her right hand. Amidst the dead silence, she tightened her fingers and clenched her fist.
Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop.
The friction and collision of her finger bones actually produced a rapid succession of heavy, firecracker-like pops between her slender knuckles.
It was a series of void-shattering explosions triggered instantly by pure physical strength, echoing in succession and causing the surrounding rubble to rustle.
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