Chapter 2167: The Whereabouts of the Creation Divine Water

An azure peacock hovered high in the sky, stirring up waves of azure flames. Soon, an azure fire cloud, a hundred miles in diameter, appeared high above, emitting astonishing heatwaves.

Accompanied by a deafening roar, azure fireballs rained down, striking the Blood Shadow cultivators.

Three streaks of light appeared in the distant sky, moving exceptionally fast.

"Oh no, the Spirit Realm has sent people down!" the young woman in the blood-red dress exclaimed, her face changing. Without hesitation, she flicked her sleeve, sweeping up over a dozen of her clansmen, and transformed into a streak of blood-red light that tore through the air at astonishing speed.

Dense azure fireballs struck down; any cultivator hit by an azure fireball was instantly incinerated to ash.

A gust of hot wind swept past, and an azure phoenix suddenly appeared directly above the blood-red streak of light, opening its mouth and spewing out a torrent of azure flames straight for it.

The blood-red streak of light tried to evade, but a profound Sanskrit chant resounded, and the blood-red streak of light instantly halted.

With a thunderous roar, the azure flames engulfed the blood-red streak of light, followed by a woman's shriek.

As the void rippled, a massive, shimmering azure hand appeared out of thin air, striking towards the azure sea of flames.

With a scream, the young woman in the blood-red dress fell out of the fiery sea, her face slightly pale.

The blood-red spiritual patterns on her body glowed brightly, and her body transformed into a cloud of blood mist. The blood mist suddenly exploded, splitting into thousands of smaller wisps that flew in different directions and vanished into the horizon.

Just then, a deafening beast roar suddenly echoed from the seabed. The seawater violently churned, raising towering waves that reached the sky, and a powerful gravitational force materialized out of thin air.

The blood mist slowed down, rapidly plummeting towards the seabed.

With a flash of azure light, a shimmering azure miniature pagoda suddenly appeared high in the sky. Its body was engraved with numerous demonic beast patterns, emitting terrifying spiritual energy fluctuations.

The azure pagoda glowed with dazzling azure light and its size rapidly expanded. A powerful current of air materialized out of thin air, pulling the blood mist uncontrollably towards the colossal azure pagoda. Other cultivators who had miraculously escaped were also drawn towards the azure pagoda and absorbed into it.

The three streaks of light also halted. They consisted of two men and one woman. The one with the strongest aura was a corpulent Daoist in an azure robe, who had an azure jade gourd hanging from his waist and an azure spirit beast bracelet on his left hand.

Li Muyun, a Soul Transformation Stage mid-phase cultivator, was the leader of the Xuanqing Sect's descending contingent.

"To dare invade other realms with just initial-phase Soul Transformation Stage cultivation, how audacious!" Li Muyun sneered, and with a single hand gesture, the colossal azure pagoda rapidly shrank and flew towards him.

A red-robed elder, as thin as a bamboo pole, his eyes flashing with dazzling red light, frowned and said, "We must not be careless. The Blood Shadow Clan's innate divine abilities are not to be underestimated. To think they could hide right under our noses."

Sun Feng, a fifth-rank formation master, possessed Soul Transformation Stage mid-phase cultivation.

He descended primarily to help the Zhao family set up formations to prevent their clan from being annihilated.

He flicked his right hand, and a crimson banner, continuously shimmering with red light, flew out. With a gentle sway, a sheet of scarlet flames swept forth, striking a certain void.

With a flash of blood-red light, the young woman in the blood-red dress reappeared, her eyes filled with terror. The blood mist earlier had been a mere illusion.

A flicker of surprise crossed Li Muyun's eyes, faintly revealing a hint of annoyance. His opponent had hidden right under his nose, and he had almost been deceived.

"Senior Brother Li, there's no need to blame yourself," a graceful young woman in a golden dress said with a light chuckle. "This is our first encounter with the Blood Shadow Clan. Their innate divine abilities are indeed formidable, but they cannot deceive Senior Brother Sun's Blazing Fire True Eyes." After speaking, she raised her fair hand, and two azure rings flew out, instantly vanishing.

The young woman in the blood-red dress turned pale with fright as blood-red light burst from her body. A massive whirlpool suddenly appeared on the sea surface, and a powerful gravitational force materialized out of thin air. She felt as if she had sunk into a mire, unable to move.

An azure light flared above her head, and an azure ring suddenly appeared.

The young woman in the blood-red dress hastily spat out a stream of extremely foul-smelling blood-red flames, striking towards the azure ring.

"Careful!" Zhao Yangxiang quickly called out. "The flames she spews can defile treasures."

The azure ring suddenly glowed with dazzling azure light and vanished. The next moment, it was clamped around the young woman in the blood-red dress's neck. To her horror, she discovered she could not mobilize her spiritual power.

Seizing this opportunity, the colossal azure pagoda shot out a beam of azure mist, drawing her inside.

"With Junior Sister Zhao's Spirit Imprisonment Ring in hand, dealing with the Blood Shadow Clan becomes much easier," Li Muyun praised. The young woman in the golden dress was named Zhao Weiwei, a fifth-rank artifact forger.

The Xuanqing Sect had dispatched three Soul Transformation Stage mid-phase cultivators to descend—a formation master, an artifact forger, and a beast tamer—indicating their immense concern for this matter.

"The Spirit Imprisonment Ring isn't omnipotent," Zhao Weiwei humbly stated. "If not for the cooperation of my two Senior Brothers, I wouldn't have captured her so easily."

Zhao Yangxiang flew over, his expression respectful. "Junior Zhao Yangxiang greets the three seniors."

"Ancestor Zhao sent us down here specifically to help you," Li Muyun said kindly. "There's no need for formalities, Junior Nephew Zhao." The Zhao family's ancestor was already at the Body Integration Stage, so he naturally remained polite.

"By the way, Junior Nephew Zhao," Li Muyun asked directly, "where is the Divine Creation Water?"

"It's at the Skysea Sect in the West Sea Cultivation Realm," Zhao Yangxiang replied truthfully. "The Skysea Sect has already been annihilated, so it's likely in the Blood Shadow Clan's possession."

Li Muyun frowned and instructed, "Let's return to Qunyang Island first. You can tell us in detail about the Blood Shadow Clan and the situation in the Skysea Realm. Only by knowing both ourselves and our enemy can we prevail in every battle."

"Yes, Senior Uncle Li," Zhao Yangxiang said courteously, and promptly invited Li Muyun and the other two to Qunyang Island.

***

**Golden Turtle Island, Taiyang Sect Headquarters.**

Thousands of cultivators were locked in battle, corpses littered the ground, and flames soared into the sky.

In a vast red-stone plaza, a glistening golden humanoid statue stood tall in the center. This was the statue of True Monarch Taiyang, the founding ancestor of the Taiyang Sect.

A disheveled figure descended from the sky, crashing onto the statue, which shattered instantly.

Yang Hongji, the Taiyang Sect Master, fell to the ground, spitting out a large mouthful of blood, his face pale.

A streak of blood-red light descended from the sky, revealing a tall, gaunt old man in blood-red robes. He was clearly a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator. The blood-robed elder had some blood-red spiritual patterns on his body, a high nose, and long ears, evidently a member of the Blood Shadow Clan.

"To think you could last this long," the blood-robed elder said, his tone full of temptation. "I'll give you another chance. Serve us, and we can spare your life."

"Even if this old man dies, he will never become a minion for evil," Yang Hongji burst into laughter. "Our Grand Ancestor has already sent people to descend. You'll have your comeuppance then!"

"Hmph, incorrigible!" the blood-robed elder's expression turned cold. "Then I'll send you on your way."

Just then, the sky darkened, and an azure lotus, ten thousand feet in diameter, descended from above.

The azure lotus spun gently, and countless azure sword qi swept forth, slashing towards the Blood Shadow Clan members.

The blood-robed elder was scared half to death and hastily conjured a blood-red shield to block in front of him.

The blood-red shield was like paper, shattered into pieces by the dense azure sword qi. The blood-robed elder seized the opportunity to evade.

"Who goes there?" the blood-robed elder frowned. "Who dares to ruin our Blood Shadow Clan's affairs?"

"Azure Lotus King, Qing Shan," an ice-cold male voice echoed from the sky, reverberating through heaven and earth.

No sooner had the voice faded than an azure long rainbow descended from the sky, striking towards the blood-robed elder.

The blood-robed elder had no way to evade and hastily swung the blood-red saber in his hand to meet the attack.

With a dull thud, both the blood-red saber and the blood-robed elder were cut in half by the azure long rainbow.