Fantasy: Immortality Begins with Absorbing Demons

Chapter 596 Sacred Beast

"Oh dear, oh dear, I'm so scared... The Alliance Leader is still as majestic and domineering as he was twenty years ago." A effeminate voice laughed eerily.

"I just wonder how long your domineering attitude... can last? If you saw the Green-Clad Alliance in its current sorry state, I wonder how amusing that would be~"

"What?! The Green Robe Alliance...?!" Chun Rongrong leaped off the wolf's back. "What happened to the Green Robe Alliance? Tell me!"

She is one of the three Green Sisters, the eldest sister Chun Rongrong, and also the most powerful member of the Green Alliance.

He had only received a message from the Three Saints Sect to attend the Hundred Veins Conference, but he never expected that a farewell would become permanent.

Seemingly noticing the anxious expression on Chun Rongrong's face, the voice became even more cheerful. He was intrigued.

"Want to know? I went over and saw that Qiu Xiaoxiao and Xia Yingying had their clothes stripped off and their skin peeled off. They were completely naked and hung at the city gate."

In that respect, they're almost indistinguishable from our Blood Demon Clan... How fun!

The sound, which was both laughter and madness, echoed and tumbled through the woods, lingering for a long time.

"What? You want to die!" Chun Rongrong roared, lifting her mask and drawing the massive sword from her back.

She had short hair, a resolute face, and a strong physique. Unlike the delicate beauty of most women, she had a centipede-like scar on her bare arm, and her completely flat chest from the side could easily be mistaken for that of a strong man.

With a swipe of the broadsword, a massive white wave of light surged from the blade, instantly cleaving several large trees, each several meters thick, in half. "Sister Chun's Four Seasons Demon Blade is getting stronger and stronger... I really want to be slashed by it..." A soft, feminine voice whined.

But the fact that it was clearly a male voice uttering such masochistic words is extremely disturbing.

"Blood Demon... get out of the way, or I, Chun Rongrong, swear on the path of martial arts that we will fight to the death!" Chun Rongrong took a deep breath in the mountains, trying to make a final attempt to persuade him.

She didn't want pointless fighting. She just wanted to get back to the alliance as soon as possible to see her second and third sisters.

This conference of all the major medical institutions should, in principle, still have some time before it ends.

But she received news that something had happened at her home base, so she had to return ahead of schedule.

"A fight to the death?" The effeminate voice paused, then burst into maniacal laughter. "Do you know why there's danger ahead?"

Because I am danger! *Whoosh!*

The bright night sky suddenly dimmed.

Countless figures leaped out from all directions, instantly blocking out the light.

Upon closer inspection, everyone had no face, and it was impossible to distinguish between men and women. They were completely naked, their bodies a blood-red mass, with blood seeping out.

"Come, come, beautiful life... let us become one..."

Everyone spoke in unison, uttering a strange, effeminate voice that was neither male nor female.

Looking down from mid-air, apart from where Chun Rongrong and the white wolf were, the rest of the area was completely blood red. Crimson blood covered the entire snow forest and slowly flowed towards the center.

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"First squad of Battalion A".

"Today's password." "Winter is coming to an end."

"All things are born."

"Hmm." The guard in the watchtower nodded and waved for them to pass. "Open the gate."

A team went out to search for soldiers, and then filed in.

"I really don't know what the general is looking for... It's so boring to be outsmarting thin air every day..."

"Phew...Are you out of your mind? You just do whatever the general tells you to do. Don't you want your head?"

"But Sergeant, we've been here for so long and haven't found anything..."

The group fell silent.

After a moment, the squad leader sighed and said, "Don't say anymore. Finding things is better than risking your life on the battlefield..."

"It seems that Fang Jiulian's soldiers have also lost interest in searching..." In the darkness, Han Yi secretly observed all the movements in the barracks below.

His body was covered with a faint layer of black scales, and from a distance, he was simply a mass of darkness.

The Concealing Spirit Technique can hide one's aura, while the black scales activated by bloodline absorption can conceal one's form. The combination of the two is absolutely seamless.

At the very least, no one in Fang Jiulian's military camp would be able to find him.

"Since we haven't found it yet, let's go and finish this quickly!" Han Yi's figure flashed away without making a sound, and he quickly left.

After so many days, news finally came from the other side.

Fang Jiulian's elite troops have mostly abandoned the search for the Sacred Beast Secret Realm, leaving only a small force to garrison near the Green-Clad Alliance headquarters. It seems they are preparing for a protracted battle.

It was also revealed that a high-ranking official had recently arrived at the government headquarters, and Fang Jiulian was currently accompanying the official to discuss matters, leaving him no time to spare.

Therefore, with such a good opportunity, Han Yi decided to take action and go see the Sacred Beast Secret Realm.

He had a premonition that if he didn't act now, once Fang Jiulian freed his hand, there would be no more chances.

Following the map provided by Li Feng, Han Yi quickly arrived at the headquarters of the Green Clothes Alliance.

What he saw was almost entirely ruins.

Everywhere were charred and burned marks, charcoal and stones mixed together, all turned black, and corpses were scattered all over the ground, a truly gruesome sight.

The area was first bombarded by several rounds of artillery fire from Fang Jiulian, and then burned to the ground, leaving nothing behind.

"Fang Jiulian, he's really ruthless..." Han Yi couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement at the scene.

He had listened to Li Feng talk all night and heard him describe the environment here.

The once exquisite and beautiful green pavilions have long since turned into a pile of black ash. The towering ancient trees around them have also fallen helplessly to the ground, with wisps of smoke occasionally drifting from their trunks. Even the pond in the middle of the open space has been almost half burned dry.

"No wonder Li Feng and the other man hate the Ninth Company so much. If I were in their shoes, I would feel the same way..." Han Yi sighed and continued walking forward.

However, he stopped walking and suddenly bent down.

"As expected, there was a warning trap..." He gently untied one end of the hair-thin black metal wire and stepped over it.

He then restored the metal wire to its original state.

Besides these extremely well-hidden traps, several small teams were also lurking in the shadows around the ruins. Their interconnected auras subtly formed an invisible wave, which would be detected immediately if any unusual aura intruded.

"Ruthless enough...and cautious enough..." Han Yi remarked.

Fang Jiulian was clearly someone who often did bad things, and he understood the principle that the safest place is the most dangerous place.

Therefore, by exploiting this psychology, they laid traps around the scene of the incident, waiting for any remaining members of the Green Shirt Alliance.

In fact, Han Yi almost fell into the trap as well.

If he hadn't obtained the black scales from his bloodline, he might not have been able to discover it.

After several days of exploration, he was pleasantly surprised to find that the black scales provided him with more than just a simple layer of protection.

When his body was covered in black scales, his senses seemed to be abnormally enhanced.

He could detect even the slightest abnormal vibration within a fifty-meter radius.

This is equivalent to forming a giant spider web, fifty meters in diameter, centered on him. Every minute vibration on the web will be detected by the spider silk, which is equivalent to an anomaly appearing on a map.

In addition, his immaculate white lotus body grants him an extremely wide range and extremely high precision in his scent perception.

Smell and location, combined, form a three-dimensional map, much like a two-dimensional coordinate system.

It's no exaggeration to say that Han Yi could even pinpoint the exact location of the lurking creatures within the ruins below, and even hear the subtle sounds of their internal blood and qi flowing.

Besides these, Black Scale also gave him night vision.

His vision in the dark was not complete darkness, but rather like an infrared detector, allowing him to see most things clearly even in dim light.

All these factors combined allowed him to move freely in the darkness, transforming him into the King of Darkness.

After bypassing several anomalies on the "map," Han Yi silently arrived at the pool. *Splash*...

Without splashing a single drop of water, he jumped into the dark pool without hesitation.

The night Fang Jiulian set fire to the forest.

Countless people fled, but as they ran, soldiers watched them intently, each one a threat. Left with no other option, most chose to jump into the water to escape the fire.

However, under the intense heat of the fire, the oxygen was burned away, and the temperature in the pool rose to hundreds or thousands of degrees.

Just like a pressure cooker, those who choose to jump into the water are burned alive.

Han Yi walked through the pool, his night vision allowing him to see clearly that countless white bones were curled up together, making it impossible to distinguish one from another. Even the pool water had become pungent and pitch black, making it impossible to tell whether it was blood or something else.

He remained expressionless and continued swimming downwards.

Fang Jiulian's ruthlessness was something he had only heard about from others before. Now, seeing it for himself, he realized that Fang, the mastermind, truly lived up to his name.

I don't know how deep it has swum downstream.

Its black scales seem to be well-suited to the underwater environment. The layers of scales ripple and move like a streamlined flying fish, greatly reducing water resistance and making it incredibly smooth.

Han Yi looked up and saw that it was already dark above. He could only see a few white corpses floating above him, swaying incessantly, being blown by the water.

Looking down, all that was below was darkness, even deeper and more profound, with no bottom in sight.

Recalling Li Feng's explanation of how to enter the secret realm, Han Yi calmed down slightly and continued swimming downstream.

From the outside, the pool appears to be small in size, but its depth is beyond what most people can imagine, extremely deep and mysterious.

Han Yi silently counted his heartbeats, and the water continued to flow for about the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, but it still didn't seem to reach the bottom.

As a rune master, even without special training, one's breath is incredibly long.

In addition, the black scales on their bodies can absorb a small amount of oxygen to replenish their bodies.

So he can hold on for this short period of time.

But at this depth, he could clearly feel the surrounding water pressure increasing.

It was as if he had reached a certain critical point, when he descended to a certain depth.

The water pressure suddenly increased, causing the black scales all over his body to tremble uncontrollably, and he was beginning to feel the strain.

As they continued downwards, the water became icy cold, and the water pressure increased again, causing the protective energy around Han Yi to slowly begin to dissipate.

However, as the energy is depleted, pressure also surges into the body, causing all the internal energy and blood to completely subside in order to resist the external pressure.

"Sure enough... the underwater environment has significantly accelerated the inscription speed..." Han Yi thought to himself as he felt it. Being suspended in mid-air, seemingly detached from the surroundings, immersed in a pool of water several feet deep, felt like a fetus in amniotic fluid, undisturbed and naturally able to focus without distraction.

He could sense that the inscription process was faster under these conditions.

Although the acceleration was very slight, it did occur.

If he stopped now and focused on inscription, he would definitely be much faster than before.

But bone inscription can be done anytime; now is the time to get down to business.

The water is getting deeper and deeper.

The surrounding light was also getting dimmer.

Han Yi's vision gradually became blurry. Even though he had night vision, it didn't mean he didn't need any light at all; at the very least, he needed some light.

In this bottomless pool, all around was darkness, not even a ray of light could penetrate. At most, looking up, one could see a faint glimmer of light on the surface of the water above.

But the water surface had shrunk to the size of a washbasin, like a person trapped at the bottom of a well looking up at the well opening.

The water temperature was getting increasingly icy.

Han Yi felt fine, though. The Cold Yin Nine-Bend Palm he cultivated was originally a cold-attribute force, giving him excellent resistance to cold.

So this bit of coldness was nothing to him.

But the key point is that at this depth, it's estimated to be at least a hundred meters deep, and the water pressure from the outside is quite high.

The black scales could no longer withstand the external pressure, and even his protective energy began to waver.

The water pressure penetrated through these two layers of protection and even began to act directly on his body.

Fortunately, Han Yi also spotted a sign at that moment.

On his right, he vaguely felt a hard object, like a man-made stone wall.

After wiping away the thick moss and long-accumulated soil, some patterns seemed to be etched on it.

Following the lines, he continued swimming in one direction.

When they reached a certain place, the patterns suddenly disappeared.

The stone wall was slippery and covered with all sorts of slimy, clinging plants.

With a burst of energy, Han Yi suddenly gripped the stone wall with his five fingers, plunging them deep into the rock face, and stopped.

He took a white whistle out of his sleeve.

Under the stimulation of the force, some invisible ripple spreads along the water's surface into the distance.

Following Li Feng's instructions, all that was left was to wait patiently.

Time passes little by little.

It was pitch black all around, and I couldn't see anything.