Chapter 1241: Someone Has Broken In?

Winds Rise in Kyushu

Lu Ye felt his saber attack was rather underwhelming. Little did he know, the body cultivator was profoundly shaken, for the furious power channeled from Lu Ye’s long saber had made him feel utterly outmatched.

This was no mere weapon cultivator; even if one were to call him a body cultivator, it wouldn't be amiss.

What astonished him even more was that as this suddenly appearing weapon cultivator struck down, a vast crimson light surged forth from behind him. It spread like rivers flowing in reverse, sweeping over everything!

For a moment, the body cultivator couldn't figure out this assailant's true path.

From his attire, he was undeniably a weapon cultivator. Yet, judging by his raw power, he possessed the foundation of a body cultivator. And this crimson light clearly indicated a blood art, hinting at a spell cultivator's influence...

A weapon, body, and spell cultivator? What kind of monstrous hybrid was this?

When the body cultivator was ambushed, the demon race member was aware. However, he disregarded it completely. They were rivals after all, so why would he care about someone else's life or death? He wasn't the one being ambushed. Thus, he only focused on chasing the fleeing figure ahead.

However, the sword cultivator surprisingly stopped fleeing. Instead of fleeing, he turned around. A long sword now appeared in his hand, and he flew straight towards the demon race member.

A sword cultivator not using flying swords, and audacious enough to attempt close-quarters combat? What kind of sword cultivator was this?

The demon race member let out a bellow. As his vitality surged, his physique seemed to expand, growing a size larger. Just as he was about to teach the sword cultivator a lesson, a brilliant crimson light erupted from behind his opponent, suddenly spreading wide.

From a distance, one could see Lu Ye's main body and his clone positioned on either side, sandwiching both the body cultivator and the demon race member. Both unleashed their Blood Sea arts, and the immense crimson expanse swiftly enveloped the area, closing in towards the center.

In the blink of an eye, a colossal blood sphere appeared in the sky. All four figures vanished inside.

The demon race member, engulfed within, was utterly fearless. He lowered his head and charged forward. The bull horns on either side of his head pulsed with an inexplicable glow, radiating an aura that suggested he would smash even a towering mountain to smithereens.

This was a unique combat technique of his, far more than a simple charge. As he charged, his vitality and spiritual power vibrated in a highly structured way, exerting immense pulling force on a fan-shaped area in front of him. Once an enemy was caught in this zone, they would feel as if mired in quicksand. Even a half-breath delay would be enough for him to ram straight through them.

However, this move had a drawback: he needed to maintain a certain distance. He hadn't had the chance during his skirmish with the body cultivator earlier. Now was the perfect opportunity to test it on this presumptuous sword cultivator.

This collision was indeed earth-shattering. Even the dense power of the Blood Sea couldn't impede him in the slightest. But the result left him stunned, because he hit nothing but air. His divine sense had clearly locked onto the sword cultivator charging towards him, yet the opponent had suddenly and inexplicably vanished.

From behind, fierce sounds of fighting emerged, mixed with the body cultivator's angry shouts.

The demon race member's expression darkened. He immediately realized where the sword cultivator had gone: he had clearly teamed up with the ambusher to eliminate the body cultivator.

Even as a demon race member, he knew the Blood Sea was not a place to linger. So, after a slight hesitation, he continued to charge forward blindly.

The body cultivator was likely doomed, but he could use the entanglement as an opportunity to make his escape.

This sword cultivator and ambusher had seemingly appeared out of nowhere, and coordinated seamlessly. Moreover, the Divine Sea Eighth Layer cultivation was incredibly deceptive. Looking back, how could anyone without significant ability venture into the Primordial Realm? Any being encountered in such a place could not be judged solely by their cultivation realm.

He had no intention of turning back to rescue the body cultivator. He had neither the inclination nor the need. They were competitors; even if he saved him, the other wouldn't be grateful.

He assumed the body cultivator could buy him ample time, after all, he had a good grasp of the body cultivator's strength from their brief exchange moments ago.

However, he had barely run a few steps when the body cultivator's furious roar turned into a scream. Then, the screams grew more and more agonizing, as if he were enduring unimaginable torment.

The demon race member was utterly horrified!

He didn't know the exact situation of the fight behind him, but the body cultivator was his equal in strength. Now, his situation was clearly grim. How long had it been? Only two or three breaths since the opponent's Blood Sea had unfurled. In other words, if he had been the target just now, wouldn't he have met the same fate?

He truly needed to get out of here, fast!

The Blood Sea's viscous nature and restrictive force had little effect on him. However, despite charging blindly for a considerable time, he still hadn't managed to break out of the Blood Sea's confines.

This could happen for two reasons: either the opponent's Blood Sea covered a much larger area than he had anticipated, or the opponent had employed a technique to distort his perception, causing him to lose his sense of direction. Thus, while he believed he was constantly moving forward, he might actually be circling within the Blood Sea!

But how vast could a Blood Art conjured by a Divine Sea Eighth Layer cultivator possibly be?

However, it was unlikely that his opponent was manipulating his perception, as he had never heard of Blood Arts possessing such strange capabilities!

He was not entirely wrong in his thoughts. The Blood Sea art Lu Ye employed indeed did not possess the ability to distort perception. However, formations could achieve this.

The area enveloped by the Blood Sea art was an extension of Lu Ye's own vitality and spiritual energy merged together. The Blood Sea was merely the outward manifestation of these forces.

Therefore, he could freely construct Void Spirit Runes anywhere within the Blood Sea, enabling short-distance teleportation for his main body and clone.

Since he could construct Void Spirit Runes, he could naturally construct other spirit runes. This meant he could use the Blood Sea as a foundation to set up formations!

This idea was a relatively new one. This was also Lu Ye's first time attempting to implement it. As for the effect...

The demon bull charged forward foolishly, believing he could break free from the Blood Sea in a single burst. In reality, he had fallen into an illusionary formation, disoriented and oblivious.

This tactic was effective only against a demon race member like him. If it were a human spell cultivator or a member of another race adept in magical arts, they would easily spot its flaws and exploit them. After all, the sole drawback of setting up a formation within the Blood Sea was its lack of solidity, as it lacked a firm, stable foundation.

However, there were also benefits: it could be repaired and adjusted at any time.

Thus, everything has its advantages and disadvantages, depending on one's perspective.

While the demon bull appeared somewhat foolish, his deep cultivation was undeniable. It wouldn't take long for him to detect the anomaly, and trapping him again would then be difficult.

But he didn't need to be deceived for too long...

The demon bull quickly discerned the truth. As his eyes closed and reopened, faint streams of light shimmered within them. He quickly perceived that around the Blood Sea where he stood, interconnecting crimson lines, more vibrant than the surrounding blood, formed an intricate pattern. It was unmistakably a complex grand formation!

Mortal legends claimed that bull's eyes could perceive things invisible to ordinary humans. They even said that if a mortal's eyes were smeared with bull's tears, they would temporarily gain this ability.

Many mortal legends were indeed baseless, but some held truth. This particular lineage of demon bulls clearly possessed unusual ocular abilities.

Once he saw clearly, breaking the formation would be simple. The demon bull, ablaze with fury and his demonic power surging, prepared to destroy the trapping formation. However, the moment the thought sparked, a chill ran down his spine.

Because he clearly perceived that the aura of the body cultivator within the Blood Sea had vanished!

The next instant, two sharp auras assailed him from both left and right.

He was aghast. How long had it been? Ten breaths, tops? A body cultivator, his equal in strength, had been slain. Even with the Blood Sea's inherent disadvantages, such a swift defeat was unthinkable.

Just how powerful was that ambusher?

The body cultivator lasted less than ten breaths. How long could he, himself, last?

Daring not to hesitate any longer, he immediately broke out of the formation and fled forward. Learning from the body cultivator's fate, he had no desire to follow suit. To survive, he had to escape the Blood Sea, and fast!

Before coming here, his elders had cautioned him: not to underestimate others simply because he was considered top-tier in his own domain. There were many stronger than him in other realms, and due to racial differences, nearly every race possessed unique innate abilities.

He had taken this to heart. However, after entering the Primordial Realm and encountering several opponents, his caution had gradually faded. He had found that most of his opponents were weaker than him, and only the body cultivator he'd just faced was truly his equal.

So... elders from other realms must have given similar warnings to their own descendants. Perhaps he was actually among the stronger ones.

He had felt quite proud before.

However, that pride had now dissolved into thin air, leaving only dread.

At the edge of the colossal blood sphere hanging in the sky, a ripple of movement stirred. Immediately after, a horned head emerged. The surprise on its face hadn't even had time to fully register before it contorted into terror. Then, his head was uncontrollably yanked back, as if someone had hauled him back from within.

The blood sphere rapidly shrunk, becoming more condensed and contained. Sounds of struggle emanated from within, but they swiftly subsided.

When the blood sphere finally dispersed, only the clone Li Taibai remained at the original spot. The main body was nowhere to be seen, and even the two cultivators who had perished inside had their bodies obliterated.

The clone swiftly glided into the distance, found a place to rest briefly, and prepared to continue wandering. Meanwhile, Lu Ye returned to the spirit jade mine via the teleportation formation he had prepared earlier.

His travel back and forth would certainly cause some spiritual energy fluctuations, potentially arousing suspicion from the dao brother next door. However, he had been continuously activating spiritual energy to mine spirit jade during this period, so unless someone was particularly observant, they might not notice his movements.

After all, he hadn't been away for very long.

Upon his return, Lu Ye immediately detected fierce spiritual energy fluctuations emanating from the adjacent mine tunnel. "This... someone broke in?"

But Lu Ye quickly realized something was amiss. In his divine sense, there were no other presences. Only the dao brother remained there.

He had no idea what the other party was doing, but their fervent activity piqued his curiosity. Curiosity piqued, Lu Ye set off towards that direction, ready to investigate.