Chapter 487: Could Only Do That Much!
Martial God Space
Translator: Novel Saga Editor: Novel Saga
The blood-red-clothed Young Master was assured that Ye Xiwen wouldnât dare to kill him. After all, the âMeteor Sectâ had a formidable reputation. In fact, it was of the same level as the True Martial University used to be in the past.
The True Martial University was still quite powerful. Experts were present in abundance... just like clouds. However, it couldnât be compared with the True Martial University of those glorious days. There was basically no comparison in that respect.
In fact, the True Martial University of the past was more powerful than the combined strength of the forces of the current True Martial World. Therefore, one could imagine what kind of a force the âMeteor Sectâ was.
The people of the True Martial University obviously wouldnât have cared about a young Lord of the âMeteor Sectâ if the True Martial University were to be at the same level as before. However, the situation was different now.
Therefore, the blood-red-clothed Young Master was confident that Ye Xiwen wouldnât dare to kill him. This was also his last resort. After all, he didnât have the option to escape after the death of that black-robed old man.
"Donât dare to kill me!"
"Bang!" Ye Xiwen crushed the body of the blood-red-clothed Young Master, and it exploded. He then pulled out his soul from his body, and tossed it inside the âHeavenly Source Mirrorâ!
Ye Xiwen thought that it was the right thing to do. Ye Xiwen was wary of the âMeteor Sectâ. After all, it wasnât inferior to a powerful force like the True Martial University of the old times. However, it didnât mean that he would let this man off. He couldnât kill this man. So, he pulled out his soul, and put it into the âHeavenly Source Mirrorâ. And, he intended to keep it there until the time when the âMeteor Sectâ wouldnât be able to cause any trouble for him.
"Bang!" A magical tool had swept out from the body of the blood-red-clothed Young Master at the time his body had transformed into blood fog. It was a sage tool! Therefore, it hadnât broken when Ye Xiwen had crushed his body.
This divine tool looked like a plate-shaped seal. It was blood-red in color. And, only one word was engraved on it â Emperor.
Ye Xiwen searched the soul of the blood-red-clothed Young Master, and found out about a myriad of evil secrets. This divine tool was known as âBlood Emperor Sealâ. He had refined it from the many precious materials he had collected. It could be said that this âBlood Emperor Sealâ was the biggest wealth that he possessed.
This secret divine tool and his âDark Spirit Blood Emperor Power Techniqueâ suited each other very well. However, he hadnât gotten enough time to unleash it. Otherwise, it wouldâve displayed enormous power.
Ye Xiwen naturally came to know about the âDark Spirit Blood Emperor Power Techniqueâ after he had searched this Young Masterâs soul. However, he wasnât interested in it. It wasnât that the âDark Spirit Blood Emperor Power Techniqueâ wasnât powerful. On the contrary, it was a very powerful technique. It might even be a power technique of some big force of the medieval era. Moreover, the blood-red-clothed Young Master hadnât even obtained it in itâs complete version. However, Ye Xiwen possessed the âObserving Person Scriptureâ. So, the other power techniques were like fleeting clouds for him. Moreover, the soul memories of the blood-red-clothed Young Master also told him that one must transform their body into the immortal body of Blood Emperor in order to practice this power technique to the peak. One might even get transformed into a person whoâd be neither a ghost nor a demon. And, Ye Xiwen didnât want that.
However, he could learn a few things from it. For example, Ye Xiwen was quite envious of the ability which had enabled that blood-red-clothed Young Master to reorganize his body after he had been cut into two halves. His âPhoenix Regeneration Techniqueâ was also quite incredible. And, his âgilded tyrant formâ was even more incredible. However, the consequences could be too disastrous if he were to be cut into two halves.
Ye Xiwen tossed the âBlood Emperor Sealâ into the âHeavenly Source Mirrorâ. However, something unexpected happened, and he was totally surprised by it. He had barely put that âBlood Emperor Sealâ into the âHeavenly Source Mirrorâ when a big hand suddenly stretched out, and grabbed it.
Ye Xiwen was about to react when he heard Ye Moâs feeble voice, "Ye Xiwen, donât attack. Itâs me!"
"Ye Mo!" Ye Xiwen promptly exposed a surprised look. He hadnât expected that he would sense Ye Moâs presence this time.
Ye Xiwen hadnât felt Ye Moâs presence since the time Ye Mo had landed into deep sleep. In fact, it was like Ye Mo had already disappeared for him. Moreover, he didnât have any method to sense Ye Mo since he wasnât responding.
Therefore, he hadnât anticipated that he would finally sense Ye Mo at this time.
"Ye Mo, how are you?" Ye Xiwen promptly spoke inside his consciousness.
"Iâm fine. But, I am too exhausted. Iâm taking this divine tool. I must consume as many of these divine tools in order to recover!" Ye Moâs voice still sounded weak as he said.
Ye Mo hadnât attacked at that time. He had merely released his imposing aura to intimidate the enemy. However, he had exhausted most of his energy in doing that. In fact, nearly the entirety of his energy had depleted. It could be reckoned that he wouldâve died if he were to be a human being. However, he was a tool spirit. So, he had only fallen into deep sleep.
Ye Xiwen knew that Ye Mo could be a match for sage experts as long as he had stimulated the Heavenly Source Mirror to its full potential, and had enough spirit stones for back up. However, he had fallen into deep sleep that day since he had revealed his imposing aura. Initially, he had seemed to be a match for that person. However, he hadnât responded for several years after that.
That man was unimaginably dreadful...
"You will have to find many divine tools in the future. Only then can I recover quickly!" Ye Mo disappeared again he said this. And, it soon seemed as if he hadnât ever appeared.
Ye Xiwen became sluggish for a moment. This was a sage tool, and not some cabbage that anyone could own one. Most sage experts were still using pseudo-sage tools, and they too werenât easy to get a hold of. Several senior sage experts had arrived in the 10 countries of Southeast region at this time. However, they too were using pseudo-sage tools. Only the blood-red-clothed Young Master possessed a sage tool.
However, Ye Xiwen grumbled at this thought. He would have some hope to find sage tools if he knew the way... even if it were to be difficult. Therefore, he was mostly troubled by the fact that he didnât have a direction to tread on. Consequently, he didnât know the direction in which he should put his efforts in.
Sage tools were rare. However, he believed that it would become easier for him to get hold of sage tools along with the unceasing promotion of his cultivation.
A long time had passed in Ye Xiwenâs heart. However, it seemed as if an instant had passed in the outside world.
Everyone was still immersed in the shock that Ye Xiwen had killed the blood-red-clothed Young Master. Ye Xiwen had certainly gained the upper hand from the beginning of the fight. However, gaining upper hand didnât mean that he could kill the opponent on his own. After all, the blood-red-clothed Young Master had long been famous. Therefore, those spectators were left in shock when they saw him getting killed.
"I didnât expect that the blood-red-clothed Young Master will die at Ye Xiwenâs hands. Moreover, there wasnât any suspense in the fight, and he was defeated in such a direct manner. Ye Xiwen is extremely ferocious!"
Someone still couldnât believe that a sage expert had died before their eyes.
A sage expert was like a God in the 10 countries of the Southeast region. Therefore, killing a sage expert was akin to killing a God. And, such an incident was bound to leave them stunned.
The fate had been decided, and the dust had settled. The Great Qi Stateâs two biggest benefactors had died in the battle. What could the remaining people possible do now?
There were many supporters of Qi State among those spectators. Many of them were also the experts of the Qi State. So, their complexion turned deathly pale when they saw this scene. In fact, it seemed as if they were mourning the loss of their mothers.
"Bang!" Suddenly, boundless blood and energy broke out like tsunami waves from the place where the blood-red-clothed Young Masterâs body had exploded. The resentment and roars of countless people were mixed in that boundless blood and energy as it swept across.
The scarlet flood swept out at an extremely fast speed. It had spread out in a flash. Ye Xiwen, Qi Feifan, and his teammates reacted very quickly. And, they flew high up in the air almost-immediately. However, some spectators werenât so lucky. Many among those were merely Truth Realm experts. And, they turned into skeletons as they got flooded by this bloody flood.
The loud screams began to reverberate unceasingly.
Ye Xiwen had clearly seen that they hadnât been flooded and reduced into skeletons. Rather, they had been eaten alive, and thus turned into skeletons.
The number of resentful souls contained in that endless bloody flood wasnât clear. These resentful souls belonged to those innocent people who the blood-red-clothed Young Master had killed.
Ye Xiwen didnât know that whether there were things like âhellâ, âreincarnationâ, and so on in this world or not. However, he knew that a resentment-force would be generated if a person met a tragic death. And, that force would linger around in the form of a resentful soul. This was general knowledge.
The more tragic the death of a person... the more intense their resentful soul would be. And, the people who had been killed by the blood-red-clothed Young Master were truly innocent. So, one could imagine how much hatred and resentment they mustâve possessed. Moreover, this was the resentful force which had been formed by the souls of many such innocent people.
Even the sage experts would have to step away if they saw this. This was the reason an average person didnât dare to approach some large battlefields. They knew that there would be too many resentful souls in the vicinity. One wouldnât be worried if there were only one or two resentful souls. However, who wouldnât be scared if hundreds of thousands of such souls... or perhaps millions of such souls rushed over towards them.
Perhaps ten-million of such souls were present in this bloody flood. Those Truth Realm experts had only begun to touch upon the world principles. How they could have possibly resisted this force?
The memory of the blood-red-clothed Young Master also informed Ye Xiwen that he would require a huge volume of peopleâs essence and blood in order to practice the âDark Spirit Blood Emperor Power Techniqueâ. Therefore, that man would frequently slaughter everyone in a city he had captured. He would attack and kill everyone in a city he had captured without any reason since he wanted to obtain a huge volume of essence and blood to provide assistance to his cultivation of âDark Spirit Blood Emperor Power Techniqueâ.
The malicious nature of this power technique was evident from his fact. This was also one of the main reasons why Ye Xiwen didnât choose to practice the âDark Spirit Blood Emperor Power Techniqueâ. This power technique looked quite good. The cultivation speed was also very quick. However, one must slaughter tens of millions people if they wanted to practice this power technique till the sage realm alone. And, they must kill even more people if they wanted to practice it further. It wasnât impossible. However, one would need to keep killing people until it was mastered.
Not everyone who practiced evil technique resorted to indiscriminate killings. However, that wouldnât make one a powerful cultivator. Moreover, one would attract the attentions of countless people after they had slaughtered so many people. Most experts didnât pay attention to the ordinary people. However, these ordinary people were the very foundations of the big forces. The majority of disciples in a force came from ordinary background. So, a force wouldnât be very far from extinction if there were no ordinary people.
Therefore, he might get chased down if he practiced the âDark Spirit Blood Emperor Power Techniqueâ. And, Ye Xiwen didnât want such a thing to happen. He was determined to kill only while facing an enemy, and not indiscriminately. Moreover, who would control such destructive and overflowing flood after his death? It would create a huge mess!
Moreover, he must be prepared to bear the entirety of these resentment-forces if he wanted to practice the âDark Spirit Blood Power Techniqueâ. One would get overpowered by these resentment force, and lose to oneâs inner demons if one were to be careless. And then, they would go crazy.
The blood-red-clothed Young Master had suppressed these essence and blood within his body with the help of âBlood Emperor Sealâ. But, Ye Xiwen had taken away the âBlood Emperor Sealâ after his death. So, all of it had suddenly broken out since the repression-force had been removed.
However, Ye Mo had already taken away the âBlood Emperor Sealâ from him by now. Therefore, Ye Xiwen had no choice but to clench his teeth as he saw the blood and energy rampaging as far as the eyes could see. He could only do that much...