Chapter 833: Blood Curse Lifted

Volume Six: Heavenly Spirit Treasures

A Record of a Mortal's Journey to Immortality VIP, Volume Six: Heavenly Spirit Treasures

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"How is it? Brother Lu, your arrangements must be nearly complete, right? With these few magic arrays completely covering this place, we'll be able to handle even the greatest trouble. Besides, there's a good chance we're just wasting our time," Marquis Nanlong said with a wry smile, clapping his hands after inserting the last array flag into a corner of the pond.

"Hehe! I'd rather waste a bit more time than encounter any unforeseen incidents. If this door truly leads to an ancient cultivator's secret treasure hoard, then that would be for the best. If not, being prepared is better than not. While I'm quite eager for treasures, I value my old life even more," Lu Weiying said with a slight, unconcerned smile.

Marquis Nanlong shook his head and said nothing after hearing this.

At this moment, the old man placed the last array disc in his hand, activated the restriction, and a faint layer of white glow shimmered around them.

The old man nodded in satisfaction, then turned to face the blood-glowing stone door once more.

Marquis Nanlong, who had been waiting impatiently, saw that the old man's arrangements were complete. Without ceremony, he abruptly unfastened a storage pouch from his waist, flipped it, and tossed it into the air.

Immediately, a swathe of white light swept out, and the translucent skeleton of an ancient cultivator appeared on the ground.

"This Blood Curse Door is quite sinister. To break its restriction, it actually requires the essence or flesh of the one who cast the curse. Flesh and blood are definitely impossible to find. However, there should still be some cultivator essence within this ancient cultivator's meditating remains," Marquis Nanlong said in a deep voice, opening his mouth and spitting out his golden-yellow flying sword.

He then extended his hand and made a grabbing motion towards the ground, and the skeleton immediately floated up into the air, rising about five or six zhang (approximately 16-20 meters) above the ground.

Marquis Nanlong flicked a finger, and a white magic spell instantly shot out, striking the small sword hovering motionless before his chest.

After a hum, the small sword trembled slightly, and a dazzling sword light suddenly burst forth from its tip.

It was resplendent gold, exceptionally dazzling!

This point of sword light then grew increasingly brighter, transforming into a spherical mass of golden radiance.

A moment later, the sphere of light, formed from the sword's radiance, instantly detached from the small sword and shot out. It struck the skeleton floating in the air, and the radiant sphere burst open.

Innumerable, exceptionally sharp sword qi crisscrossed, instantly engulfing the entire skeleton. A moment later, bone powder of similar size drifted down from the sword light like grains of sand.

Marquis Nanlong's eyes flashed, and he flicked his sleeve. A wave of golden light surged out, perfectly sweeping up every single translucent bone particle, leaving none behind.

The golden sword light in the air then receded.

Marquis Nanlong secretly nodded, observing the sparkling bone powder gathered into a cluster by the golden light. He then turned his head to glance at Lu Weiying beside him.

Seeing this, the old man naturally understood Marquis Nanlong's intention. Without ceremony, he rubbed his hands together, and the white magic flag appeared between them.

With a gentle shake, a whirlwind materialized out of thin air near the magic flag.

At this point, Marquis Nanlong sat cross-legged, forming hand seals, and uttered a low incantation. Then, various magic spells flew from his hands, one after another, all striking the golden light enveloping the bone powder.

Propelled by these magic spells, the golden light, encasing the bone powder, slowly began to tumble and rotate.

These translucent powders glowed with various spiritual lights within the radiance, flickering unsteadily and appearing exceptionally vibrant.

At this moment, the old man surnamed Lu, standing nearby, tentatively attacked the stone door.

He didn't hastily use the magic flag in his hand. Instead, he casually raised one hand, and after a flash of red light, several fist-sized fireballs shot towards the stone door in quick succession.

There were a few soft muffled thuds.

As soon as the fireballs approached the stone door, the blood light on it flashed wildly a few times before suddenly coming alive. Large swathes of crimson light converged in the center, intertwining and solidifying into a gigantic ghostly face, exactly like the one carved on the stone door, and about a zhang (approximately 3.3 meters) in size.

The ghostly face swallowed the fireballs in one gulp, flashed a few times, and then immediately disintegrated. The stone door returned to its original state.

Witnessing this, the old man surnamed Lu was startled. After a moment's hesitation, he pointed the magic flag in his hand towards the stone door.

The hurricane that had already appeared on the flag immediately transformed into a wind dragon, which roared as it attacked the stone door.

The ghostly face reappeared. Similarly, it opened its mouth wide and spat out a large amount of red light, which instantly engulfed the wind dragon in blood light, drawing it into the ghostly mouth. Then, as the old man watched in a mix of shock and anger, the ghostly face vanished again.

After exchanging glances, the old man surnamed Lu and Marquis Nanlong couldn't help but look at each other in dismay.

"This Blood Curse Door is indeed peculiar. Let's just honestly follow Reverend Cang Qun's method to break its seal," Marquis Nanlong sighed, speaking slowly.

Lu Weiying listened, stroked his chin, and could only nod.

Although he possessed more powerful attack methods, the ghostly face on the stone door was truly sinister. He didn't want to mess things up by trying to be clever. Given Reverend Cang Qun's immense reputation in the past, the method he found for breaking the seal should be quite reliable.

"Go!" Marquis Nanlong let out a low shout at this moment, pointing a finger at the light in mid-air.

The golden light shone brightly, and after a hum, it swept towards the stone door without hesitation.

The blood light flickered, and the ghostly face reappeared on the door. Only this time, the expressionless ghostly face had just met the golden light when the bone powder mixed within the radiance suddenly transformed into rice-grain-sized white specks of light, frantically clinging to the ghostly face.

As soon as the ghostly face touched these specks of light, wisps of grayish-white mist suddenly emerged, and the ghostly face instantly dissolved. A moment later, the entire stone door was enveloped in gray mist.

Within the mist, the eerie wails of ghosts intensified, and blood light flickered incessantly. Then, thick, blood-red tentacles burst out from the mist, frantically lashing at the bluestone ground, as if the entire stone door had come to life. But in a flash, as soon as these tentacles were covered by the gray mist, they immediately melted and disintegrated one by one.

"Now! Act!" Marquis Nanlong shouted without hesitation the moment he saw the situation on the stone door.

He then pointed at the golden sword in front of him, formed a hand seal with both hands, and channeled all his spiritual power into the flying sword through the spell.

The golden flying sword instantly transformed into a dazzling golden rainbow, shooting through the air.

On the other side, the old man's face was grim. He likewise poured most of his spiritual power into his flag and threw it out.

After a flash of white light, the flag instantly transformed into several wind dragons, which aggressively pounced towards the stone door again.

In the blink of an eye, the golden rainbow and the wind dragons plunged into the gray mist one after another.

An earth-shattering roar emanated from the mist. Golden light, blood light, and hurricanes intertwined within the mist, then converged into a chaotic mass before exploding.

After a gust of wind, the stone door suddenly became clearly visible. The grayish-white mist was completely dispersed by the explosion. Seeing this, Marquis Nanlong's eyes narrowed.

All blood light had vanished from the stone door, as if all restrictions had been removed.

With a slight turn of his gaze, Marquis Nanlong glanced at the golden small sword, which was halfway embedded in the stone door's surface.

With a flick of his spiritual sense, the small sword suddenly shot out from the stone door, transformed into a golden rainbow several feet long, and began haphazardly hacking at the stone door with crisscrossing slashes.

A series of rumbling, chaotic sounds erupted. Amidst the brilliant golden light, the entire stone door was actually hacked into a pile of rubble by the flying sword.

An extremely foul and fishy odor suddenly permeated the air.

However, when Marquis Nanlong and the old man surnamed Lu clearly saw the stone door's fragments, their expressions changed drastically.

The cut edges of these stone fragments were surprisingly like human flesh, from which dark red, black blood gurgled out. And that foul odor emanated precisely from this black-red blood.

This situation was indescribably bizarre!

Although the stone door had been shattered, Marquis Nanlong and the other man didn't see anything astonishing. This was because behind the stone door, a dark staircase appeared, seemingly extending downwards.

"Let's go! I'd like to see what kind of treasures this Blood Curse Door hides, to be made so mysterious," Marquis Nanlong said with a cold laugh after licking his lips, gazing at the passage that seemed to lead directly into the underworld.

Without calling out to the old man surnamed Lu, he strode forward on his own, entering the passage after a few steps.

The old man surnamed Lu, however, stood in place for a moment.

He glanced at the blood-oozing remnants of the Blood Curse Door on the ground, then at the passage exposed before his eyes. His brows furrowed involuntarily.

Suddenly, he let out a long breath, lifted a leg, and also stepped into the passage.

Somewhat to the old man's surprise, the passage was very short. After only descending about twenty zhang (approximately 66 meters) underground, they arrived at an underground hall.

The hall was not large, only seven or eight zhang (approximately 23-26 meters) wide.

The entire hall, apart from an altar table, was empty; there was nothing else.

When the old man entered the hall, Marquis Nanlong was standing in the center, staring blankly at a few items on the altar table, appearing as if in a daze.

The old man walked over with some surprise and doubt, and looked as well. His heart immediately trembled.

"Heavenly Origin Fruit! Am I seeing this correctly? This is the Heavenly Origin Fruit that grants a hundred years of extended life with just one bite. And that purple ganoderma, could it be the legendary Sky-Mending Ganoderma? Judging by its potency, it must be over ten thousand years old; even raw, it could advance decades of hard cultivation? And this dazzling golden bamboo, could it be the Golden Lightning Bamboo, one of the three divine woods! And this..." Lu Weiying stammered incoherently, his face filled with horror, after clearly seeing the six or seven types of plants laid out on the altar table. He could hardly believe what he was seeing, and instinctively took two steps forward, intending to get a closer look.

"Fellow Daoist Lu, if I were you, I wouldn't be so reckless. Do you really think these spiritual medicines are just laid bare here for us to take? Fellow Daoist, take a closer look at your surroundings before you speak," Marquis Nanlong suddenly said coldly, just as the old man was exceptionally excited.

"Brother Nanlong, what do you mean by that?" The old man heard this, and it was as if cold water had been poured over him; his mind instantly cleared, and he hurriedly re-examined his surroundings with surprise and doubt.

"Eh! This looks like the legendary Minor Sumeru Vajra Array. How could a Buddhist sect's magic array appear here?" The old man surnamed Lu finally discerned something from the faint runes appearing on the surrounding walls, feeling greatly surprised.

(Second update for everyone, and we've finally reached the climax of the Demonfall Valley.)