His face was so somber that water could almost drip from it, and the killing intent in his eyes nearly condensed into substance.
"Blood Evil Twelve Riders... all annihilated?"
Venerable Ming River’s voice was like Nine Nether Cold Ice.
"That was the toil of my centuries!"
In the hall filled with rolling black mist, Venerable Ming River’s black robes flapped, and his pale fingers formed an eerie spell.
Suspended before him were nine blood-colored talismans, each emitting a disconcertingly evil aura.
"Three thousand years..."
Venerable Ming River’s voice was hoarse, and the blood-red light flickered in his eyes.
"Today, this moment has finally arrived."
Suddenly, the floor of the hall split open, and a dark shadow slowly rose.
She was a woman dressed in a black gown, her skin as pale as snow yet unhealthy-looking, and the silver bells on her bare feet rang crisply with each step she took.
"Ring... ring..."
Every sound of the bell dimmed the sealing runes on the hall walls a little more.
The woman walked up to Venerable Ming River and slightly parted her red lips.
"Venerable, it’s been a long wait."
Venerable Ming River’s eyes burned with fervor.
"Demon Moon, you’ve finally awakened."
The woman named Demon Moon laughed softly, her laughter carrying an indescribable wickedness.
"Thanks to the Venerable nourishing me with Life Souls all these years, otherwise, I’d still be trapped in this damn seal."
Venerable Ming River said no more, suddenly clasping his hands together.
"Break!"
The nine blood-colored talismans ignited simultaneously, transforming into nine blood dragons shooting towards the top of the hall.
Simultaneously, the silver bells on Demon Moon’s ankle shook wildly, black mist surged out from beneath her gown, merging with the blood dragons.
"Boom..."
Golden light flashed at the top of the hall, ninety-nine golden chains appeared out of thin air, each inscribed with ancient runes, moving to strangle the black mist.
"Such a trifling seal, and you think you can stop me?"
Venerable Ming River sneered, a pitch-black jade scroll flew from his sleeve.
"Three thousand Life Souls, heed my command!"
The jade scroll shattered, countless twisted faces wailed and formed a barrier, forcibly blocking the first wave of the golden chains’ attack.
Seizing the moment, Demon Moon made a sealing motion with her hands, a blood-colored crescent moon emerged from the black mist.
"Blood Moon Ascends, all spells break!"
The blood-colored crescent moon collided with the golden chains, emitting a piercing metal friction sound.
The chains broke one by one, but with each break, more chains extended from the Void.
Venerable Ming River’s face was somber.
"The Gu family’s old villain’s seal is indeed troublesome."
He turned to look at Demon Moon.
"Use that move."
Demon Moon’s eyes showed hesitation, but were quickly replaced by fierceness.
She bit the tip of her tongue, spraying a mouthful of Essence Blood onto the black mist.
"With my Essence Blood, I summon thy true name... Blood Evil of Ming River, heed my command!"
The black mist instantly boiled, transforming into a monstrous blood wave to assault the seal.
The golden chains retreated under this force, and a crack appeared at the top of the hall.
"Go!"
Venerable Ming River grabbed Demon Moon’s wrist, the two transformed into a blood light charging through the crack.
Behind them, the entire hall collapsed with a roar, the golden chains twisted like giant serpents in their death throes, finally turning into specks of golden light and dissipating.
Two days later, under a clear sky for miles, a blue tunneling light streaked across the sky.
Gu Sheng stood on the Flying Sword, the map given by Bai Yu glimmering in his hand.
He frowned slightly, his gaze sweeping over the endless mountain range below.
"Wuya Ancient City... the former Holy Land of East Desolation, now a treasure hunter’s paradise."
Suddenly, he sensed several auras approaching.
Turning to look, five tunneling lights flew towards him.
"Friend, please stop!"
The leading youth in blue robes said loudly, his voice carrying some enthusiasm.
Gu Sheng slowed down discreetly, his right hand already resting on the hilt of the sword at his waist.
The five tunneling lights stopped before him, revealing the figures of three men and two women.
The blue-robed youth cupped his hands and smiled.
"I am Zhao Boyang from Great Wilderness Holy Academy, these are fellow disciples. May I ask if the friend is coming from the direction of Great Wilderness City?"
Gu Sheng’s gaze swept over the five, finally resting on Zhao Boyang.

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