How did a bastard like him become an immortal?

After Li Muyun finished his funeral arrangements and successfully sealed off the Immortal Abode, the three of them set off again, rushing to the Blood Pool battlefield.

The blood-red twin suns gradually slid down the horizon, creating long, blood-red ripples that resembled the blood and tears of a true god, forming a blood-red mark.

It was already past midday and the sun was beginning to set, but it was still early, and the sky was still bright and blood-red, without any gloomy atmosphere.

"Brother Zhu, do you have any in-depth understanding of this Demon Spirit Battlefield?"

As the three traveled, Li Muyun asked them questions.

Since Zhu Jiutong has opened this Demon Spirit Battlefield several times, he probably knows more than I do.

Zhu Jiutong shook his head, his expression complicated.

"I haven't delved into it much either. This Demon Spirit Battlefield has a very significant background. Even within the palace, the records about it are only fragmentary. All that's known is that there are four major battlefields and many secret treasures..."

Li Muyun nodded. Zhu Jiutong had told him all this, so he already knew it.

What he really wanted to ask was why this Demon Spirit Battlefield was exactly the same as the Death Spirit Battlefield.

Is it possible that different countries use different names for the same thing?

Since these different countries all have keys to enter this battlefield, why haven't we encountered them before?

Is this battlefield truly boundless and infinitely vast?

Li Muyun continued his rapid advance, his doubts growing stronger, his mind filled with turmoil.

"Be careful..."

Just as Li Muyun hesitated with his head down, Nightingale suddenly darted out from behind him, her tall and powerful legs kicking out with explosive force, directly blasting away a flying undead.

"Thank you."

Li Muyun thanked him, but then, without a trace of suspicion, continued running forward.

He had barely taken a step when his heart skipped a beat, his true energy surged, and he unconsciously looked up at the sky.

The two blood-red suns in the sky glided backwards, trailing long, deep crimson tails, like the deep, slender eyes of a true god suddenly opening and closing.

The chaotic black and white flames surged forth, stirring up layers of black and white waves that instantly swept across the entire Blood Pool battlefield.

In an instant, the battlefield of the Blood Pool fell silent. The sky, which had been bright and clear, suddenly turned gloomy and dark, and a chilling aura swept over us. Countless mournful cries rang out, echoing from the horizon.

"Oh no! How could this deathly aura have spread ahead of schedule!"

"Where the aura of death descends, all the undead within a ten-mile radius will awaken, and hundreds or even thousands of them will go berserk!"

Seeing that the two were still blankly staring at the spreading death aura above, Li Muyun quickly shouted.

"Run! This is a blood pool battlefield, surrounded by countless blood pits. Once the deathly aura descends, these blood pits will erupt and become active, which will be troublesome!"

As Li Muyun finished speaking, the deathly aura behind the sky had already swept and roared into a necromantic storm.

One after another, a chilling and mournful aura burst forth, and the once desolate blood caves were now filled with soaring flames, as countless slumbering undead were awakening.

In the sky, beams of pale, cold light shot out, hurtling straight toward the three of them.

Cold, miserable, poignant, death, slaughter, cruelty—various negative emotions spread out in the pillar of necromantic energy, instantly reminding Li Muyun of unpleasant memories.

Behind them, the might of the Devouring Creation Sword surged forth, its devouring power suddenly erupting and transforming into vortexes that blocked the three of them, finally dissolving the pillar of deathly light.

If they were still bound by this beam of light, none of the three of them would be able to leave now!

Seeing Li Muyun's solemn expression and the increasingly clear and loud sounds of acupuncture points being broken around them, Nightingale and Zhu Jiutong realized the seriousness of the problem.

They hurriedly followed Li Muyun and ran away in a panic.

Suddenly, a canyon filled with billowing blood mist appeared before them, drawn by the aura of death.

The soil in the ravines that stretched for thousands of miles was extremely loose, and the thumping sounds became clearer and clearer, as countless withered white bloody hands emerged from the bright daylight.

"Click——"

The first undead crawled out, wrapped in undead armor from an unknown dynasty. The skeleton general's eye sockets flared with eerie blue flames, and he let out a deafening wail.

A spirit banner, surging with blood-red energy, drifted back and covered his withered white palm, swaying and fluttering with his banner.

Suddenly, thousands of bloody holes exploded in the land within a radius of ten miles. The putrid black gas shot into the sky like erupting flames. Pieces of broken bones pieced together and swirled, forming undead skeletons that crawled out one after another.

Li Muyun and his companions dared not linger, but the skeleton was blocking their path to their master's senses, so they could only quickly unleash their energy and crush it all the way.

Before this army of skeletons fully recovers, we should try to cross as many as we can.

Li Muyun unleashed the full power of his Devouring Creation Sword. The jet-black heavy sword was held in his hand, and with a slashing motion, it unleashed a soaring sword intent that crushed all the skeletons and undead in front of him and absorbed them into the Devouring Creation Sword.

Zhu Jiutong's gold and silver ingots, as well as his ancient copper coins, were imbued with spiritual light. They smashed the undead bones one by one and rushed forward.

The Nightingale's fists and feet hummed, the Haotian Secret Technique was activated, and her blood and qi surged, like a rapidly spinning furnace. She forcefully cleared a path with her fists and feet and fought her way forward.

Within the boundless, surging crimson canyon, the undead that had crawled out of the earth knelt down, banging their heads on the ground in a devout and respectful manner, chanting and kowtowing incessantly.

In the mist at the bottom of the canyon, the eerie, deathly aura constantly shone and sprinkled, giving rise to countless resentful and evil spirits that poured into the misty valley.

The howling wind crashed and surged, striking the valley floor and producing terrifying echoes.

The undead vanguard officer who had been carrying the large banner earlier was now kneeling on the ground, tucking the banner into the valley floor, forming hand seals, and muttering to himself, as if performing some kind of devout ritual.

A skeletal avatar, obscuring the sky, rose from the bottom of the Misty Valley, instantly gathering and absorbing the surrounding crimson energy, its aura soaring into the heavens!

Gradually revealing its true form, it slowly rose from the bottom of the valley, its skeletal form surrounded by countless ghosts.

The skeletal form had three heads and six arms, its body patched together with blood and flesh, tattered and decaying. The colorful banners and uniforms, like tattered rags, were worn on the skeletal body, making it extremely sinister.

More than one of these skeletal forms emerged, drifting out one after another from the deep, melancholy valley, as if carrying the power to destroy the world. Each skeletal form wore a royal crown on its head!

This sudden change made the three people crossing the canyon tremble. Just one glance at those ferocious undead made them unable to stop shaking.

That kind of ferocity was too terrifying!