DiploNovel Chapter 369 : Grand Curse of Bloodfiend Rebirth
Chapter 369 : Grand Curse of Bloodfiend Rebirth
Chen Beiwu frowned slightly and retreated violently without the slightest intention of responding.“Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!”
Sure enough, at the instant Chen Beiwu activated his escape light, dozens of scarlet blood needles as fine as ox hair burst from the ground without warning.
These blood needles were not physical Magical Artifacts, but were condensed from bloody baleful filth and resentful corpse qi. They were incomparably sinister, capable of polluting a cultivator’s True Qi and Mana, breaking protective Mana, and corroding the Divine Soul and Dao Foundation. Their speed far exceeded the perception of a False Nascent Soul Cultivator’s divine sense.
But Chen Beiwu’s divine sense moved even faster. He merely activated Wave-Stepping Through the Tide and retreated three steps, neatly evading all the sinister blood needles.
“Sizzle!”
The blood needles frantically pierced into the afterimages he had left behind, corroding the ground into one foul, bottomless crater after another.
Seeing this, Xiang Yuanbai’s expression shifted slightly, and his gaze toward Chen Beiwu carried a hint of wariness.
Something was wrong—very wrong.
Facing the threat of a Nascent Soul True Monarch and a False Nascent Soul Cultivator, Chen Ziang was far too calm, as if he had them firmly in his grasp.
Was Chen Ziang bluffing, or did he truly possess a hidden trump card capable of dealing with a Nascent Soul True Monarch?
At that thought, Xiang Yuanbai took out a killing Magical Artifact. Though his steps appeared to move forward, he was in fact subtly increasing the distance between himself and the others, letting True Monarch Bloodskeletal stand at the very front.
“Interesting. No wonder that trash had no confidence in taking you down.”
True Monarch Bloodskeletal was not angered by the failed ambush. Instead, he lightly clapped his hands and let out a hoarse chuckle.
Xiang Yuanbai’s small maneuver did not escape Yun Wuyou’s divine sense, but Yun Wuyou did not dwell on it.
As a Nascent Soul True Monarch, he did not need a False Nascent Soul Cultivator’s assistance to deal with a mere Golden Core True Person.
“To dispatch three Nascent Soul True Monarchs and one False Nascent Soul Cultivator just to deal with a Golden Core True Person—truly, you think highly of me.”
Chen Beiwu swept his divine sense across the surroundings and spoke calmly. “What, are the remaining two not coming out?”
“Three? What nonsense are you spouting!”
Xiang Yuanbai frowned tightly, then burst into laughter. “Hahaha! Has the Dao Child gone mad at the brink of death? To deal with a mere Golden Core junior like you, Elder Yun alone is more than sufficient. This old man doesn’t need to lift a finger.”
“Boy, at death’s door, and you still try to shake this True Monarch’s mind with such clumsy words.”
True Monarch Bloodskeletal shook his head. The pressure around him intensified as he executed Eight-Direction Soul Lock, forcibly locking onto Chen Beiwu’s Three Souls and Seven Po.
The longer this dragged on, the greater the chance Mirror Moon Sect would discover them. A Golden Core exotic flood dragon was not worth further risk.
“Oh?” Chen Beiwu tilted his head toward a patch of wasteland in the distance and chuckled. “Then I understand. It seems you aren’t on the same side.”
As his words fell, the surface textures of two ancient trees on the wasteland rippled like water. Two figures shifted from illusion to reality and instantly manifested.
One had silver-white hair, tall and lean, dressed in Mirror Moon Dao robes, holding a fly-whisk—an elderly man with a kindly expression.
The other wore her hair in an elegant high bun, her figure slender, clad in pure white palace robes. Her beautiful eyes seemed capable of seeing through one’s heart.
“True Monarch of the Hanging Mirror, Zhu Jinglong!”
“True Monarch of the Clear Abyss, Xin Yu!”
Xiang Yuanbai’s pupils contracted as he directly revealed their identities.
Ordinary sect prodigies might not know how many experts Mirror Moon Sect concealed, but as a False Nascent Soul Cultivator, he had access to certain intelligence.
True Monarch of the Hanging Mirror and True Monarch of the Clear Abyss were both mid-stage Nascent Soul True Monarchs who had cultivated in seclusion within Mirror Moon Sect for many years. Their strength was far beyond that of an early-stage Nascent Soul True Monarch like True Monarch Bloodskeletal.
True Monarch Bloodskeletal’s expression also darkened.
Run!
He had to run!
Without needing Xiang Yuanbai’s reminder, Yun Wuyou understood from the clash of Heavenly-Gang aura that he was no match for the two of them.
But more unbelievable than that was the fact that even he had failed to detect their presence. How had the Mirror Moon Dao Child sensed them?
‘No… or perhaps from the very beginning, that fool Xiang Yuanbai led me into a trap.’
Yun Wuyou abruptly realized this and immediately began considering his escape route.
“I pride myself on my mastery of the Hanging Mirror technique. It can deceive even Nascent Soul True Monarchs of the same realm. How did the Dao Child perceive it?”
True Monarch of the Hanging Mirror ignored True Monarch Bloodskeletal and Xiang Yuanbai, smiling gently at Chen Beiwu.
Chen Beiwu merely smiled calmly without answering.
This Nascent Soul True Monarch’s concealment technique was indeed formidable. Even with divine sense comparable to a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, Chen Beiwu had detected nothing unusual about the two ancient trees.
But the Crimson Fortune Dragon upon them had been far too conspicuous—so conspicuous that he had noticed it at a glance, without even needing to activate Nine-Breath Chaos Divine Ability.
“True Monarch Zhu, no time to waste. Let’s act,” Xin Yu said coldly.
According to the Patriarch’s decree, they were meant to protect Chen Ziang in secret and only intervene if his life was in danger, so as not to render this tempering meaningless.
But the Dao Child’s keen perception had exposed them immediately, leaving them no choice but to act.
“Very well. One each.”
True Monarch of the Hanging Mirror nodded slightly. With a casual lift of his right hand, the fly-whisk in his grasp swelled enormously, traversed space, shattered True Monarch Bloodskeletal’s protective True Qi, and plucked out his still-beating heart.
Under such a blow, True Monarch Bloodskeletal’s eyes widened in fury. His body stiffened as his entire chest nearly turned to ashes.
Meanwhile, True Monarch of the Clear Abyss removed the phoenix hairpin from her bun and slowly aimed it at Xiang Yuanbai.
In the next instant, the hairpin transformed into a streak of golden light, shattered the void, and consecutively broke through the two defensive Magical Artifacts Xiang Yuanbai had sacrificed. A look of utter disbelief appeared on his face.
For a phoenix hairpin had suddenly appeared in his glabella, sealing his soul, Mana, and aura completely.
There was no doubt—the two sides were not on the same level.
In a single exchange, True Monarch of the Hanging Mirror and True Monarch of the Clear Abyss had fully seized the upper hand.
‘It seems we won’t need to act.’
Chen Beiwu narrowed his eyes and restrained the eager Golden Egg.
Within the Immortal Alliance, though rare, there had indeed been Golden Core True Persons who slew Nascent Soul True Monarchs. Over the Alliance’s long history, quite a few supreme prodigies had achieved such feats.
But in the Southern Wastes, for a Golden Core True Person to even escape with his life from a True Monarch was considered a glorious accomplishment.
Thus, if he could avoid acting, Chen Beiwu naturally would not intervene, and even preferred to observe quietly to avoid exposing his true strength.
“Boom! Boom! Boom!”
At that moment, sensing danger, True Monarch Bloodskeletal spread his arms and ignited all the True Qi and Mana within his dantian qi sea. His body visibly swelled, radiating terrifying pressure.
“Trying to use Blood Explosion Divine Power to escape? You won’t!”
True Monarch of the Hanging Mirror remained calm. With a light flick of his silver fly-whisk, three thousand silver threads spread instantly, enveloping and suppressing the self-detonation.
Yet in the next instant, eighteen streaks of blood-red escape light appeared in the sky, fleeing in all directions.
Clearly, what True Monarch of the Hanging Mirror had just destroyed was merely a blood clone, not the true body.
This was only natural. At the Nascent Soul level, defeat was easy—killing was difficult.
Unless there was a vast disparity in strength or a special method to counter the opponent’s techniques, a Nascent Soul True Monarch determined to flee was extremely hard to completely eliminate.
But since True Monarch of the Hanging Mirror dared boast so confidently, he clearly had confidence.
“Hanging Mirror Illuminates the Void, Dharma Aspect Reaches the Heavens.”
He lightly tossed the fly-whisk and formed hand seals, uttering four mantra words.
At once, the clouds of heaven blurred, and a vast ancient mirror Dharma Aspect spanning heaven and earth manifested.
With its appearance, mountains and rivers were fixed, the great thousand worlds illuminated. The eighteen fleeing blood lights froze in midair.
Then—wind stilled, clouds halted, spiritual energy dissipated.
All things became a mirror. From the vast earth surged monstrous waves of blood.
“So that’s how it is.”
Chen Beiwu’s expression turned thoughtful.
The eighteen blood escape lights were bait. The true body of True Monarch Bloodskeletal had already tunneled into the earth to flee—only to be forced out by the Heavenly-Gang Dharma Aspect.
“Do you need my assistance?” True Monarch of the Clear Abyss frowned slightly.
“There’s no need. He cannot leave now.”
True Monarch of the Hanging Mirror shook his head confidently.
His Hanging Mirror Dharma Aspect could not only illuminate forms but also engrave the opponent’s true name within the mirror.
What use was engraving the true name?
With the true name as a karmic thread, the mirror became a binding of existence.
Even if True Monarch Bloodskeletal abandoned his flesh and Mana and used Nascent Soul Teleportation Profound Ability to flee, he would still be locked within this heaven and earth.
“Buzz!”
Sure enough, the ancient mirror blazed brilliantly, revealing a hideous blood infant wailing miserably.
“You want this True Monarch to fall?”
“Fine! Then let this True Monarch show you what the Grand Curse of Bloodfiend Rebirth truly is!” True Monarch Bloodskeletal roared.
At those words, both True Monarch of the Hanging Mirror and True Monarch of the Clear Abyss turned pale and retreated violently.
According to Mirror Moon Sect’s ancient records, the Grand Curse of Bloodfiend Rebirth was a secret evil art of the Blood Fate Sect in the Western Expansion Territory.
It was incomparably vicious. The caster must sacrifice his Purple Mansion Nascent Soul and cultivation origin to the Netherworld Blood Sea’s will of calamity and death, in exchange for power sufficient to curse and kill a Nascent Soul True Monarch of the same realm.
Nascent Soul True Monarchs were said to be “so long as the Nascent Soul remains, they are not truly dead.” Ordinary curses could not harm them.
But this curse could forcibly trade one life for another.
However, it was extremely difficult to cultivate. Few demonic cultivators of Blood Fate Sect had mastered it, and none would willingly sacrifice their Nascent Soul unless driven to absolute desperation.
‘Damn it—how could a mere early-stage Nascent Soul demonic cultivator possess such a technique!’
Both True Monarchs instantly summoned their defensive Profound Treasures, shielding Chen Beiwu.
True Monarch of the Hanging Mirror felt puzzled. He had not yet delivered a killing blow—only fixed the opponent’s Nascent Soul with the mirror. Why would the latter choose to stake his life rather than negotiate?
Chen Beiwu also tensed, gripping the Yuqing Demon-Subduing Profound Talisman as Yuanshi True Qi surged within him, prepared to unleash Myriad Spirits Tribulation Transformation State if needed.
“With blood as the guide!”
“With soul as the bridge!”
“With Dao as the sacrifice—offer to the Netherworld Blood Sea!”
True Monarch Bloodskeletal formed seals. His Purple Mansion Nascent Soul collapsed entirely, his body igniting in viscous, demonic blood flames.
In but a moment, the blood infant turned to ashes, leaving behind a strange smile that chilled Chen Beiwu’s heart.
Sensing something wrong, Chen Beiwu sank his mind into the Chaos Heaven and Earth. A hair-thin black bloodline slowly emerged, attempting to erode the Heavenly Fate Purple Dragon Rank.
“Roar!”
The Heavenly Fate Purple Dragon roared, purple qi swirling as it tried to expel the bloodline, yet failed several times, falling into a stalemate.
Fortunately, after a dozen breaths, the purple qi gradually gained the upper hand, extinguishing and forcing out the black bloodline bit by bit.
Chen Beiwu relaxed slightly.
Indeed—a mere curse, though able to ignore defensive Profound Treasures and talismans, could not compare to the Heavenly Fate Purple Dragon Rank he had painstakingly accumulated.
That the bloodline endured for over ten breaths already demonstrated the terrifying value of a Nascent Soul True Monarch sacrificing his Nascent Soul.
Soon, as the black bloodline weakened, it sizzled and dissolved into drops of scarlet blood pearls, emitting a sweet, enticing aura.
Yet compared to the length already erased, these blood pearls were negligible.
‘At this rate, refining it fully with the Heavenly Fate Purple Dragon will take five to ten years.’
When his divine sense touched a blood pearl—
“Buzz!”
His Spirit Platform cleared instantly. His divine sense, Mana, and flesh all experienced a slight but tangible increase.
Interesting.
Rather than a curse, it resembled a peculiar empowerment.
Chen Beiwu’s eyes gleamed, but he refrained from absorbing the pearls further. Until he verified their effects and hidden risks, he would not gamble for minor gains.
Outside, the two True Monarchs exchanged grim looks.
Only when Chen Beiwu opened his eyes, appearing unharmed, did they breathe in relief.
“How does the Dao Child feel?” True Monarch of the Clear Abyss asked.
“After inspection, I feel nothing. Perhaps the so-called Grand Curse of Bloodfiend Rebirth was merely a bluff,” Chen Beiwu replied calmly.
True Monarch of the Hanging Mirror’s brows gradually eased.
Indeed, records stated that those struck by the curse would at best suffer cultivation deviation and regression, at worst immediate Nascent Soul collapse and annihilation.
Given the Dao Child’s current state, perhaps True Monarch Bloodskeletal had merely committed suicide rather than completed the sacrifice.
And yet—something still felt off.