darknovel Chapter 1931 Arrival, the Bone Mountain Range!
Chapter 1931 Arrival, the Bone Mountain Range!
Not bad!
This warship, a thousand feet long, with sharp prows and sterns, and lines as fluid as a blade cleaving through the air…
These are the warships representing the Cultivator Association on their expedition.
The warship, simply by standing in the void, exuded an overwhelming pressure that crushed the heavens and earth, causing the surrounding space to slightly distort.
If an ordinary cultivator were to get close, their soul would likely be shattered by this oppressive force.
On the deck of a warship...
There were no other cultivators, only a few tall and straight figures standing there.
Their aura was extremely stagnant.
It seemed as if it had merged with the entire void.
Even standing right in front of you, it's difficult to discern their true cultivation level.
We couldn't find out anything about it.
They were clearly all top-tier experts with unfathomable cultivation levels.
These figures stood with their hands behind their backs, their gazes fixed intently on the endless void in the distance, their eyes as deep and cold as a still pool, devoid of any emotional fluctuation.
The aura emanating from him made the low-level cultivators responsible for controlling the warship at the edge of the deck not dare to even breathe loudly, nor dare they be negligent in the slightest.
suddenly.
A voice, devoid of any emotion and as cold as ice, suddenly rang out on the deck.
The sound wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.
It seemed to resonate directly deep within one's soul, carrying an undeniable majesty that instantly froze the surrounding air.
The Golden Core cultivators who were piloting the warship nearly collapsed to their knees, their knees buckling slightly.
"How much longer!"
These four simple words, devoid of any superfluous tone, conveyed an extreme impatience and the authority of a superior.
next moment,
Even the middle-aged cultivator standing on the outermost edge of the crowd, exuding a powerful aura of a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator, dared not hesitate for a moment.
He stepped forward abruptly, standing ramrod straight, then bowed deeply, clasping his hands in a gesture of utmost respect.
His tone was full of humility.
They dared not show even a trace of the arrogance of a Nascent Soul cultivator.
It should be understood that a Nascent Soul cultivator is already a powerful figure in the ordinary cultivation world, capable of founding a sect and dominating a region.
But in front of these adults...
He could only submit obediently, daring not to overstep his bounds in the slightest.
"Reporting to your Excellency, as per your orders, I have already increased the warship's speed to near its limit."
This is now the fastest speed the warship can handle.
Even a fraction faster, and it could have resulted in damage to the ship.
The middle-aged cultivator replied in a deep voice.
As they were speaking,
He gently twisted his wrist...
A pure white jade storage slip, engraved with fine patterns, appeared out of thin air in his palm.
This jade slip is no ordinary item; it is a high-level jade slip specifically designed for drawing large-scale topographical maps.
It contains a spatial array that can clearly display the terrain and landforms within a range of tens of thousands of miles.
He lightly flicked his finger, and a stream of pure true essence flowed into the jade slip…
Next second,
A pale blue light curtain, resembling a clear, mirror-like surface, slowly opened in mid-air.
The light screen remained smooth and still, without the slightest tremor, accurately presenting the complete terrain of the area in front.
Everyone looked up at the water-like light screen, where they saw a vast expanse of uneven, overgrown hills with rugged and complex terrain.
Further in, the outline of a continuous, rugged mountain range came into view.
On the light screen, a faint green dot was moving rapidly.
Obviously!
This represents the rapidly moving warship beneath them.
Then,
The middle-aged Nascent Soul cultivator raised his right hand, pointed to the outline of the mountain range deep within the light screen, and spoke solemnly:
"My lords, according to the map, this vast mountain range ahead is our destination—"
The Bone Mountain Range!
At our current speed, the warship will arrive safely over the Bone Mountain Range in about fifteen minutes, without delaying your important business.
see,
The few figures standing at the forefront of the deck, their auras obscure, slowly glanced at the water mirror screen.
He glanced briefly at the terrain rushing past below.
The group then exchanged glances, nodded slightly without saying another word, but their aura of power subsided slightly.
Then, a deathly silence fell over the deck, broken only by the low rumble of the warship cutting through the air.
And the subtle humming of the array patterns echoed in the void.
Soon,
As the warship sped through the air, the outline of a continuous, towering, and precipitous mountain range gradually emerged on the distant horizon.
The colossal warship, exuding an aura of power and overwhelming force, hovered steadily above the mountain range.
Several semi-saintly experts, their auras obscure, stood atop the deck, looking down at the endless, rugged mountains stretching as far as the eye could see below.
A barely perceptible flicker finally appeared in their eyes.
At the Half-Saint realm, they are top-tier beings who have long surpassed ordinary Nascent Soul True Monarchs.
They are extremely rare, even in the entire cultivation world.
His personal arrival demonstrates that this trip is of great importance.
The strange thing is...
This vast mountain range, seemingly endless, lacks the verdant vitality of typical famous mountains and rivers.
Instead, it presents an extremely ominous hue, a mixture of dark red and grayish-black.
The mountain rocks are jagged and sharp, with menacing edges.
The towering, jagged rocks resembled countless sharp claws pointing straight to the sky.
It also resembles a bone spur left behind by an ancient ferocious beast after it broke off.
The dense forest covered the entire mountain range, exuding an overwhelming sense of ferocity and eeriness.
besides···
This continuous mountain range of withered bones is perpetually shrouded in a thin, yet persistent, layer of crimson mist and grayish-black miasma.
The two types of mist intertwined and rose slowly, completely enveloping the entire mountain range.
Even with the sun shining brightly overhead, the dazzling sunlight would be instantly swallowed up by the mist, leaving only dim and mottled shadows.
The entire mountain range was devoid of any sunshine or warmth, instead feeling chilly and biting cold.
From a distance...
This mountain range is like an ancient, ferocious beast lurking on the earth, filled with endless coldness, oppression, and malevolent energy.
Anyone who gets within a hundred miles can feel a chill that seeps into their very soul.
If ordinary cultivators were to enter this place, their cultivation would be inexplicably suppressed, their minds would be unsettled, and they would be easily corrupted by the malevolent energy of this place, falling into the demonic path.
Not bad.
This mountain range of withered bones evokes extreme unease and inspires fear...
This is the ancestral home of the renowned top-tier demonic sect in the entire cultivation world, the Blood Fiend Sect.
It is also one of the holy lands of the demonic path that countless cultivators who practice demonic techniques yearn for.
The Blood Fiend Sect has been entrenched in this area for tens of thousands of years, with deep roots and countless experts within. It is renowned in the cultivation world for its ruthlessness and brutality.
This mountain range is even listed as a forbidden area.
Ordinary cultivators wouldn't dare to approach even half a step.
Just then...
The air currents between heaven and earth suddenly stopped.
Even the cold, eerie winds that perpetually swirled through the Dry Bone Mountains seemed to have been severed by an invisible force, vanishing without a trace.
Next second,
A colossal warship suddenly tore through the void without warning, like an ancient ferocious beast that suddenly appeared from the chaos and nothingness.
The faint spiritual light flowing around the ship's hull flashed for only a moment before it completely concealed its aura and silently sped towards the deepest part of the Bone Mountain Range.
In the blink of an eye, they disappeared into the endless mountains of withered bones and the pervasive gray fog.
Looking again...
The long, imposing warship had already passed through the treacherous and menacing Soul-Severing Gorge and was now steadily hovering in mid-air.
The oppressive aura emanating from the ship caused the surrounding air to distort slightly.
Even the piles of withered bones on the ground were covered with a thin layer of frost.
The first thing to catch the eye of the various cultivator associations...
It wasn't the grand and imposing, or the eerie and sinister mountain gate and palaces I had imagined.
Instead, it was a giant river, tens of meters wide, that tightly encircled the entire base of the mountain gate.
What appears to be a defense of the sect's territory actually carries an unspeakable eeriness.
The river flowing in this channel is not the usual clear, fresh water, but a huge river of blood churning with dark red, viscous liquid!
The thick, blood-red liquid, like congealed blood plasma, slowly surged and churned.
Each rise and fall carries a heavy, substantial weight, lacking any of the lightness of flowing water.
Instead, it moved slowly like a living thing.
Dense bubbles gurgled and bubbled on the surface of the blood river, and the moment the bubbles burst...
A strong, pungent smell of blood wafted towards us.
Mixed with the pungent, foul stench of burning sulfur,
There was also a faint, lingering stench of decaying corpses, assaulting the nostrils and instantly making one's stomach churn and nauseous.
Even cultivators with considerable cultivation levels couldn't help but circulate their spiritual power to isolate their aura in order to barely stabilize themselves.
The river's depths were dark and murky, and countless mangled skeletons could be vaguely seen struggling and bobbing in the blood-red waves.
There are the remains of human cultivators.
There were also the withered bones of demonic beasts, piled up layer upon layer at the bottom of the river.
As the blood waves swayed and gently collided, they produced a soft, creaking sound.
Twisted, blurry black shadows darted back and forth in the dark red liquid; their features were indistinct, yet they exuded a strong aura of ferocity.
Occasionally, enormous, menacing tentacles covered in sharp barbs would suddenly pierce the surface of the river, only to retract swiftly.
Or perhaps a pair of bloodshot, monstrous, scarlet eyes flashed by beneath the blood.
Even a fleeting glimpse was enough to send chills down one's spine and send a bone-chilling cold down one's spine.
Above the river of blood, a thin, smoky, yet persistent, blood-red light curtain still rose.
The light barrier was as thin as gauze, yet it shimmered with light and exuded an aura of impenetrable defense.
This formation completely enveloped the entire circular blood river and the heart of the Blood Fiend Sect's mountain gate, forming an impenetrable protective array that isolated the inside from the outside.
It also blocked all outside prying eyes.
next moment,
The warship's hatch, hovering outside the blood-mist light curtain, suddenly swung open...
Brilliant beams of spiritual light shot out from the ship, piercing the dim sky and landing steadily in the void in front of the Blood River, carrying a sharp aura.
As the light slowly dissipated...
One after another, figures with upright postures and calm demeanor completely appeared.
This team was dispatched by the president of the Cultivator Association to the Dry Bone Mountains to crack down on the Blood Fiend Sect's rebellious cultivators.
The team's lineup is incredibly strong.
Above the void stood several unfathomable half-saint level experts, their spiritual energy contained as deep as an abyss.
The sheer pressure alone caused the surrounding space to tremble slightly.
The one leading them was none other than the Celestial Pivot Half-Venerable.
The Celestial Pivot Half-Saint's face was cold and stern, his gaze sweeping across the crimson array before him like a chilling blade, without making the slightest unnecessary movement.
He simply waved his hand dismissively at the group behind him, signaling his subordinates to step forward and negotiate.
see,
One of the Nascent Soul True Monarchs in the group immediately understood.
A slight ripple of spiritual light emanated from his body, and without the slightest hesitation, he transformed into a sharp stream of azure light and shot out.
Looking again, the Nascent Soul True Monarch had already landed directly in front of the blood mist light curtain and stood firmly.
At the same time, the pressure from the Nascent Soul stage cultivator spread rapidly, directly confronting the crimson array.
Their momentum remained undiminished.
His expression was cold, his eyes sharp as knives, offering no superfluous pleasantries. He circulated his spiritual energy, enhanced his telepathic communication technique, and spoke in a deep, resonant voice.
The sound, booming like thunder, pierced through layers of blood mist and array barriers, reaching every corner of the Blood Fiend Sect with crystal clarity:
"All cultivators of the Blood Fiend Sect, receive the order!"
"By order of the President of the Cultivator Association, we have come to purge the rebellious cultivators and traitors. You must immediately activate the sect's protective formation, surrender yourselves, and undergo investigation. There must be no mistakes!"
He paused, then his tone suddenly turned stern, carrying an undeniable air of intimidation:
"If they insist on resisting and refuse to cooperate, we will directly break the formation."
At that time, everyone within the group will be labeled as accomplices of the anti-revisionist movement and traitors, and will be killed without exception, without any leniency!
"I will now give you a quarter of an hour to consider."
Break the formation immediately when the time limit is up, or you will bear the consequences!
I urge you all to think carefully, lest you seek your own deaths and needlessly throw away your lives!
The voice, imbued with the secret technique, was powerful and resonant, with extremely strong penetrating force. It instantly echoed throughout the entire Blood Fiend Sect, causing the roof tiles of the inner palace to tremble slightly.
This also made all the remaining cultivators tense up.
For a time,
The demonic cultivators who remained inside the Blood Fiend Sect froze on the spot, their faces filled with bewilderment and astonishment.
Obviously!
They didn't realize what had happened either.
Then,
As if suddenly reminded of the recent unusual events within the sect, everyone's pupils constricted sharply, their eyes filled with disbelief, horror, and panic.
They looked at each other in bewilderment, their expressions extremely flustered.
"how so?
What on earth is going on?!
Not long ago, my Blood Fiend Sect was one of the top sects under the Cultivator Association.
He held a prominent position and enjoyed immense prestige within the association.
How could they be branded as anti-revisionist remnants in just a few days?
There must be some misunderstanding here!
A Foundation Establishment stage demonic cultivator roared in disbelief, his voice trembling.
"No, something's too strange!"
A few days ago, the heads of all the peaks suddenly announced that they would be going into seclusion, saying that they would work together to refine and improve the sect's protective formation, and declined all visits from disciples.
Even the most talented and promising young masters in the sect, who were given special attention and nurtured, vanished overnight, leaving no trace.
At the time, we only considered it a matter of great importance to the sect, but now that I think about it...
Were we treated as expendable pawns from the very beginning?
Another older demonic cultivator frowned, growing increasingly anxious as he thought about it, his voice filled with fear.
"Why would the leaders do this?"
We've diligently protected our sect, only to be abandoned in the end and forced to bear the stigma of being rebellious cultivators?
"···"
...(End of this chapter)