The void poison, created from the fusion of myriad vile and vicious toxins, exuded an aura that could corrode all things in existence.
From the Myriad Poison Bottle, it continuously surged forth, clashing with the spatial barriers as if it were inexhaustible.
"Hiss... hiss..."
After a series of unpleasant sounds, in an instant, the ever-shifting waves of space abruptly halted under the corrosive power of the void poison.
The innate spatial barriers surrounding the small world were actually corroded into a rift by the void poison.
As time passed, this rift grew larger and larger.
When the rift widened to a size that could allow a person to pass through, it suddenly stopped.
In the next second, the Myriad Poison Bottle transformed back into a streak of light and returned to Luo Yazǐ's hand.
However, the size of the rift was already sufficient, wasn't it?
Luo Yazǐ spoke no words, merely casting a faint glance at the crowd behind him. With almost no hesitation, he entered the small world.
As Luo Yazǐ moved, the dozens of people behind him immediately followed. An opportunity was before them, and there was no room for hesitation.
...
Almost simultaneously, dozens of streaks of light moved in unison, instantly passing through the rift that was beginning to show signs of shrinking and sealing.
Tap... tap... tap...
The sound of dozens of landings echoed in succession, and dozens of figures stepped onto the soil of the small world.
Yang Daomu, Luo Yazǐ, Wu Tao, and the other dozens of people raised their heads to survey their surroundings. As the scene registered in their eyes, surprise and shock immediately flashed within them.
...
Inside the small world, a completely different scene from the outside was revealed.
A bloody ocean enveloped this small world. Although it was more than ten times smaller than the boundless Blood Sea of the Blood Race...
However, the Blood Race's boundless Blood Sea belonged to the countless members of the Blood Race collectively. This small world, and the entire Blood Sea within it, was the wealth of a single individual.
Countless skeletal remains, like chilling white bones, floated on the surface of the Blood Sea, with remnants of shattered corpses everywhere.
Those that could withstand the erosion of the bloody water for countless years were at least primordial spirits of divine beast lineage, or beings who had cultivated to the Core Formation stage or higher.
"Here... here... how many people have died here..."
Yang Daomu, Luo Yazǐ, Wu Tao, and the other dozens of people's pupils contracted at the sight, and they felt a chill run down their spines.
Before their eyes, the densely packed skeletons floating on the Blood Sea numbered no less than a million. What was going on? So many powerful beings had died here...
The crimson blood water was so thick it was almost viscous. A faint red mist permeated the Blood Sea, rising from the water's surface.
And above the Blood Sea, giant blood mosquitoes flapped their wings, flying at low altitude as if searching for food.
Some of the bones were enormous, and small blood mosquitoes were perched upon them.
These bones were clearly waiting for their parents to feed them.
Evidently, these corpses were directly being used as their nests.
The sheer number was staggering, enough to make one's scalp tingle, uncountable, like stars in the sky or grains of sand in the desert.
The proboscis of each blood mosquito gleamed with an astonishing cold light, sending a shiver down one's spine.
...
Seeing this scene, everyone turned to look at Xue Shuangjiao, who was from the Blood Race.
The uncountable blood mosquitoes made everyone understand that they were forces not to be reckoned with. However, without a way to pass through this Blood Sea, it was impossible.
Therefore, they placed their hopes on Xue Shuangjiao, who hailed from the Blood Race.
Xue Shuangjiao, who was being stared at by everyone, clearly felt somewhat uncomfortable. She stroked her long hair and said, "Don't look at me like that. I have my ways to avoid the attention of these blood mosquitoes."
...
Extending her left hand, she slapped her storage pouch with her right. A blood-red sphere fell into Xue Shuangjiao's hand.
"If it's not the Blood Spirit Pearl, then what else could it be?"
Xue Shuangjiao injected her spiritual power into the Blood Spirit Pearl.
Almost simultaneously, the blood-red light from the Blood Spirit Pearl surged, and streaks of blood-red runes flew out, quickly landing on everyone around.
"Blood illusion, blood turbidity, blood crystal, mist invisibility!"
Xue Shuangjiao's small cherry lips lightly uttered.
...
As her voice fell, the runes on everyone suddenly trembled and then completely vanished.
A wondrous sight appeared: their figures gradually disappeared from where they stood, as if they had vanished into thin air.
To the naked eye, no one was present.
Only by using divine sense to probe would one discover the positions of those around them.
Joyful expressions spread across everyone's faces.
"Everyone, we can set off."
After performing her technique, the blood mosquitoes, visually, could no longer detect Yang Daomu, Luo Yazǐ, Wu Tao, and the other dozens of people.
Unless divine sense was used, but regrettably, the blood mosquitoes had no divine sense, even the most powerful ones.
"Go!"
Yang Daomu, Luo Yazǐ, Wu Tao, and the other dozens of people exchanged glances, nodded, and then disappeared into the Blood Sea.
The dozens of people flew for about seven days and seven nights, traveling for hundreds of thousands of miles, before spotting a continent that towered into the clouds.
Besides this, they vaguely saw a magnificent tomb.
This was a tomb that bore the weight of time and countless secrets, a tomb that buried a Supreme Blood King.
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The moment they saw it, those with purpose in their hearts were overwhelmed, their minds going blank.
"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"
Upon seeing this colossal tomb, Yang Daomu, Luo Yazǐ, Wu Tao, and the other dozens of people impatiently rushed to its side.
Upon closer inspection, Yang Daomu, Luo Yazǐ, Wu Tao, and the other dozens of people's sense of shock intensified, especially for Xue Shuangjiao, who was of the Blood Race.
Xue Shuangjiao gazed at everything around her with astonishment. Both the Blood Sea within the small world and this enormous tomb amazed her beyond description.
Finally, her gaze fell upon the materials used to construct the tomb.
"This is..."
"Bloodstone?"
Bloodstone was a unique stone of the Blood Race, possessing immense value for its people.
To refine a fist-sized bloodstone required at least a ton of blood water.
In other words, the creation of one bloodstone necessitated the deaths of at least several thousand lives.
This colossal tomb had been constructed solely by the expenditure of immeasurable resources and lives.
The upper part of the tomb, the structure that emerged from the ground, was tall and majestic. Various mysterious runes were carved within, and each building was resplendent and exquisite.
...
Upon seeing this tomb, she finally believed that it truly belonged to a Supreme Blood King.
Only such a great being could have erected such an unprecedentedly grand tomb.
The tomb built by the Supreme Blood King for himself, after tens of thousands of years, once again welcomed new guests.
After observing her surroundings, Xue Shuangjiao realized that they had landed directly in front of the tomb.
Looking up, a statue of a jet-black bat hung at the very top of the tomb.
Upon seeing this jet-black bat statue, Xue Shuangjiao's body involuntarily felt an urge to kneel and prostrate in worship.
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It was a bloodline suppression, deeply etched into her blood and bone marrow.
Upon discovering this, Xue Shuangjiao immediately averted her gaze, no longer looking down.
The others, however, felt no discomfort. They were all busy tapping and probing, trying to pry out some treasures.
"There, what is that thing?"
Huang Dabiao suddenly looked up, his gaze fixed on a massive stone tablet in front of the tomb.
...
There was nothing particularly noteworthy on this stone tablet, as it was a tombstone with no inscriptions. However, the material of this stone tablet was extraordinary.
For it to be valued by a Supreme Blood King and placed before his tomb, it could not be simple.
This tombstone was made of Chaos Stone.
Chaos Stone was a stone that descended upon the Great Thousand World during the chaotic era when Pangu created heaven and earth.
The chaotic energy within Chaos Stone was a supreme treasure for cultivators of all races, more precious than countless spirit stones, an immortal stone, or a saint stone.
Countless sandstorms roared in the air, and a sandstorm dragon, a thousand feet in size, suddenly charged towards this tombstone.
The surrounding airflow became turbulent, and countless sandstorms enveloped the tombstone, constantly moving upwards with great force.
At this moment, the sky turned earthy yellow, and the tombstone began to tremble violently, as if it were about to be uprooted by Huang Dabiao at any second.
Just then, a blood-red light suddenly appeared on the tombstone, piercing the yellow sand-filled sky.
Immediately after, a scream was heard, and scarlet blood stained some of the yellow sand.
Suddenly, the wind stopped and the sand settled. On the ground lay a corpse in an extremely tragic state.
Everyone's breathing became tense and rapid at this moment.
Yang Daomu's expression was complex. After his mood flickered back and forth for several seconds, he finally cursed.
"A fool with narrow vision, he deserves to die. This is the tomb of a Supreme Blood King! Who would dare to tamper with it without absolute certainty..."
From the moment Huang Dabiao tested the waters with his own life, Yang Daomu, Luo Yazǐ, Wu Tao, and the other dozens of people felt a strong sense of malice constantly enveloping them.