Chapter 459: Magical Egg, Guiyutian and Black Demon Abyss Shaken

Chapter 459: The Miraculous Egg, Ghost Imperial Heaven, Black Abyss Shaken

Having received Qi Yuan's reply, Ice Sword felt at ease.

"I must cultivate this 'Ancestral Blood Art' as soon as possible, otherwise... if it spreads, my advantage will diminish."

"The Blood Robe is truly formidable; this 'Ancestral Blood Art' seems tailor-made for me."

Tailor-made, so his cultivation would yield the best results.

Others cultivating it would achieve correspondingly lesser effects.

"Why... is he so familiar with my bloodline?"

Suddenly, Ice Sword was stunned.

He and the Blood Robe had always had little entanglement, meeting only rarely.

And his bloodline had never been exposed to the Blood Robe, nor could the Blood Robe obtain a sample of his blood.

But how could the Blood Robe know his bloodline so well?

Ice Sword was suddenly startled, trembling like a sieve.

"Could it be... that I carry the Blood Robe's bloodline within me, and that's why... he knows me so well?"

"Otherwise, why would he go to such trouble, rewriting this precious 'Ancestral Blood Art' for me?"

Many thoughts flashed through Ice Sword's mind, and when he thought of the Blood Robe again, he felt a warmth, like the summer sun shining upon his body.

...

The Ghost Imperial Heaven camp was called Ghost Pass.

Ghost Pass and Demon Pass were both similar fortresses and strongholds.

At this moment, within Ghost Pass, prodigies had gathered.

"The Black Abyss truly produces talents in abundance—not only Black Sword and Blood Robe, but now also an egg-layer... Ice Sword." The man was as radiant as jade, clad in gold-threaded openwork dark armor, with a white bone pendant at his waist. When he mentioned Ice Sword, a greedy look appeared in his eyes.

"Is this his egg? Truly an excellent... soul servant."

The crowd's gaze fell upon a wooden box.

Inside the box, a dinosaur-egg-sized azure egg came into view of the many prodigies.

Seeing this egg, they all involuntarily breathed faster, their eyes filled with greed.

"This is the most perfect egg I've seen in a hundred years!"

"This ice egg is a born soul servant!"

The egg contained only a confused soul.

And it was perfectly suited to be a soul servant.

Placed into the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, it would make the best soul servant.

Ordinary powerful soul servants still needed periodic suppression to avoid rebellion.

This egg soul servant required no such worry.

"How could such a coincidence exist in this world? Could there be... a trick in this ice egg?" a prodigy asked with concern.

Ghost Imperial Heaven had just clashed with the Black Abyss, and now the Black Abyss had suddenly produced a resource that Ghost Imperial Heaven needed.

This matter reeked of strangeness.

According to conspiracy theories, there was definitely a problem.

Mo Zhong, clad in gold-threaded dark armor, then spoke: "I took the ice egg to see the ancestor, and the ancestor said... there is no problem with this ice egg."

Hearing Mo Zhong's words, the prodigies present breathed a sigh of relief.

"Since the ancestor said so, it should be fine!"

"The ancestor is a great sage..."

Their hearts were greatly at ease.

"I have the latest news: in the Flower Moon Wonderland, there are a large number of ice eggs." Mo Zhong spoke, his voice cold and stern, with a hint of murderous intent hidden within.

The other prodigies, hearing this, all shuddered.

Clearly, they had all received this news as well.

"This Blood Robe fellow acts strangely. After he brought the ice eggs into the Flower Moon Wonderland, he boasted that anyone who wanted the ice eggs would have to defeat him—utterly arrogant!" a prodigy spoke, his eyes filled with intense killing intent.

"He does have the right to be arrogant—not only did he kill Mona, but he also escaped from the Yang God Venerable!"

"No matter how strong, he is still just like us—merely a Mythical."

These prodigies were all indignant.

They were all once-in-ten-thousand-years geniuses, each with their own pride.

Having never crossed swords with the Blood Robe, why should they fear a mere Blood Robe?

"This time, I will enter the Flower Moon Wonderland, cross swords with the Blood Robe, and seize the ice eggs. Who is willing to go with me?" Mo Zhong spoke, his fighting spirit soaring.

"I will!" a prodigy spoke, a fierce glint in his eyes. "I want both the battle record and the ice eggs!"

"I will go too!"

"This Blood Robe fellow goes too far—does he truly think Ghost Imperial Heaven has no one?"

These prodigies were filled with righteous indignation, all eager to go to the Flower Moon Wonderland.

Of course, there might be schemes from the Black Abyss involved, but they simply did not care.

In the Flower Moon Wonderland, any ordinary Yang God who entered would have their cultivation reduced to the Mythical realm.

Sage-level experts, each move affecting the whole, were stationed separately at Demon Pass and Ghost Pass and could not move freely.

Moreover, after they entered the wonderland, both Ghost Imperial Heaven and the Black Abyss would have some Yang Gods appear, confronting each other.

In the early stages of war, it was still a matter of general versus general, soldier versus soldier.

Of course, when dealing with prodigies, the necessary assassinations were still unavoidable.

Meanwhile, within Demon Pass, discussions were also rife.

"This Blood Robe... is too reckless. Going alone to the Flower Moon Wonderland—if something happens to him, the morale of our Black Abyss will plummet." A Yang God Venerable spoke.

They had all heard about the Blood Robe provoking the Ghost Imperial Heaven prodigies in the Flower Moon Wonderland.

"Does he really think he can match Black Sword?" a Yang God from the Nether Soul Heaven spoke, his dissatisfaction undisguised.

If Black Sword, in his Mythical realm, had done such a thing, they would have acknowledged it.

But the Blood Robe... was merely a lesser Black Sword.

In the hearts of these Yang Gods, only Zi Yuan Zu treated him as a treasure; in reality, he was just a larger Ice Sword.

As for the Blood Robe escaping the Yang God's assassination, they all guessed it was Zi Yuan Zu's doing.

"Since he dares to go, it means he has confidence." A Yang God spoke cheerfully. "This is also a good opportunity for us to glimpse the Blood Robe's talent and combat power through this battle, to see how far he is from Black Sword."

The others nodded, not paying too much attention to the matter.

The Blood Robe was only treasured by the Ziyuan Ancestor; to them, he was merely a young prodigy.

What prodigies had they not seen?

“Ziyuan Feng, shall you take on the role of guardian this time?” a Yang God Venerable said, gazing at Ziyuan Feng slowly. Ziyuan Feng, a taciturn Venerable, nodded: “Very well.”

“With you there, you will surely prevent the Yang God Venerable of Ghost Imperial Heaven from making a move,” another Yang God spoke.

Not far away, Fengshuai Venerable watched this scene, his mind churning with thoughts.

Ever since the Blood Robe had pointed him out as a traitor, he had been very cautious and often given to wild fancies.

He had never understood the Blood Robe’s actions.

Wasn’t he supposed to target Huizeng Venerable?

Why then go to the Flower Moon Wonderland to provoke the prodigies of Ghost Imperial Heaven?

Could it be a bluff, that he had said similar things to every Yang God Venerable?

If he reacted and acted rashly, would he not be exposed?

Fortunately, he had kept a low profile all this time.

Just then, a hearty voice rang out.

“If the Blood Robe is in danger, take this talisman and enter the Flower Moon Wonderland to rescue him.” Black Sword appeared in a moon-white robe, and the talisman in his hand landed in Ziyuan Feng’s grasp.

Ziyuan Feng received the talisman, his face bearing a respectful expression: “Thank you, Venerable!”

A hint of a smile flickered in Black Sword’s eyes: “But this talisman likely won’t be needed this time.”

These words surprised the Venerables present.

After all, the Blood Robe was single-handedly provoking many prodigies of Ghost Imperial Heaven.

When they were young, none of them had such audacity.

“Does Senior Brother Black Sword know the Blood Robe’s backing and favor him?” a Yang God Venerable could not help asking.

In truth, opinions on the Blood Robe’s talent were divided.

Some said that the Ziyuan Ancestor, dissatisfied with the Abyss Lord, had forcibly pushed the Blood Robe forward.

Black Sword shook his head: “I do not know. It is only intuition that tells me… he will win.”

“Since Senior Brother Black Sword is so confident, it seems we need only await good news this time.”

In the Black Demon Abyss, strength reigned supreme.

Black Sword’s strength and talent surpassed theirs, hence… they called him Senior Brother.

“These matters are trivial… Does any of you have an ice egg from Ice Sword?” Black Sword asked.

“Is this it?” A Yang God produced the egg that Qi Yuan had given.

“No, it is the one that appeared later, coveted by Ghost Imperial Heaven,” Black Sword shook his head.

He had just emerged from seclusion and, upon learning of the ice egg, grew curious.

“Why not summon Ice Sword and have him lay one on the spot? Actually, I too am curious how he suddenly began laying such strange ice eggs,” Ziyuan Feng mused. “Does this ice egg have some special quality that Senior Brother Black Sword values so highly?”

At that moment, a Yang God Venerable spoke, his gaze complex: “I do have one in my possession.”

As he spoke, he produced an ice egg.

Instantly, dozens of eyes fell upon the ice egg, revealing expressions of curiosity.

“This egg… is extraordinary!”

“It seems born for the Ten Thousand Soul Banner!”

These Yang God Venerables, with a single glance, gleaned much information about the egg.

They looked at the ice egg, scrutinizing it carefully, examining it.

And then, in Black Sword’s eyes, his pupils turned blood-red in that instant.

A blood-red light fell upon the ice egg, and the original egg burst apart with a bang.

The azure vanished, leaving only a single drop of blood.

This drop of blood was eerie, uncanny, mysterious.

All the Yang God Venerables looked at it, and for some reason, the blood within their bodies stirred faintly.

“This blood… is of the same origin as ours. It seems this egg… was truly laid by Ice Sword!”

“This egg is extraordinary!”

The Yang God Venerables discussed animatedly.

And then Black Sword spoke, his voice deep: “Have you noticed that this ice egg has cultivated the Ancestral Blood Art?”

“What? An egg laid by Ice Sword can cultivate the Ancestral Blood Art?” a Yang God Venerable exclaimed in shock.

The other Yang God Venerables all sensed it.

“It is true!”

“No, the Ancestral Blood Art it cultivates seems different from ours.”

These Yang God Venerables were astonished.

After all, the Ancestral Blood Art was already perfect; even if the Abyss Lord personally modified it, it could not surpass the original.

Generally, no one would alter the Ancestral Blood Art.

But now, they had discovered a different version of the Ancestral Blood Art.

And… vaguely, they also sensed that this Ancestral Blood Art seemed superior to the one they cultivated.

“Was this egg really laid by Ice Sword?”

Someone marveled.

Fengshuai Venerable narrowed his eyes, his mind shaken.

He too sensed the egg’s extraordinary nature and the significance it represented.

If there was a stronger Ancestral Blood Art, did that not mean his own strength could increase?

And the strength of the Black Demon Abyss as well?

“Should we summon Ice Sword and ask him?” a Yang God suggested.

Black Sword shook his head: “Ice Sword is in seclusion; do not disturb him. This matter should be related to the Blood Robe. When the affair at Flower Moon Wonderland is over, I will ask him myself.”

He had just emerged from seclusion and had gone to find Ice Sword.

But Ice Sword was in seclusion, so he did not disturb him.

“Related to the Blood Robe?” Fengshuai Venerable heard this, his heart filled with wonder, feeling his mind a tangled mess.

How could everything be related to the Blood Robe?

And then, a Yang God Venerable with a white beard suddenly spoke, his expression odd: “I observe that this cultivation of the Ancestral Blood Art involves condensing an egg and using the egg as a substitute for cultivation. It is truly… bizarre.”

The other Yang God Venerables heard this and all fell silent.

They pondered: if this "Ancestral Blood Art" truly proved superior, once obtained, should they practice it?

At that moment, a Yang God Celestial Venerable suddenly spoke: "I propose that henceforth in the Black Demon Abyss, the term 'lay eggs' be changed to 'divine molting'!"

The other Yang God Celestial Venerables heard this and nodded, evidently in agreement.

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