From a loser to an immortal sage

Chapter 535: The Lost Traces of the Blood Blade

A sharp pain shot through my palm, as if countless poisoned steel needles were frantically piercing my meridians.

The black-robed man's blood-blade power was extremely sinister, carrying a baleful aura that corroded everything, and it was spreading upwards along my arm, attempting to erode my spiritual core.

I groaned, forcibly suppressing my surging blood and qi. The chaotic spiritual power within my body surged out like a river bursting its banks, repeatedly washing away the evil aura from the outside world.

The black, bloodthirsty aura was like ice and snow meeting the blazing sun before my pure chaotic spiritual power, making a "sizzling" sound, and was eventually slowly melted and purified.

"Xiao Yao!" Wen Chen's anxious voice rang in my ears. He took a step forward, supported my slightly trembling body, and his eyes were full of worry. "How are you? Where are you hurt?"

"I'm fine." I shook my head, shaking off the piercing pain, and immediately turned my gaze to the core of the magic array behind me.

On the spirit stone that served as the core of the formation, a shallow knife mark was left, with wisps of black energy swirling around it, but fortunately, it did not cause any fundamental damage.

Although the light of the magic circle dimmed slightly, it still operated smoothly.

I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

It seems that the main purpose of the opponent's attack was not to destroy the magic array, but to escape.

Or rather, it was to imprint that threatening and provocative statement deeply into my mind.

"This person's cultivation is unfathomable, and he moves freely; he is definitely not an ordinary person." Elder Qingfeng withdrew his hand seals, his expression still solemn. "His last words were clearly directed at you. The Netherworld Sect... why would they be targeting you?"

Zi Ling strode to the door of the secret chamber, cautiously scanning the area to confirm that the other party had indeed left before turning back and saying, "It's not just her they're watching. Senior Kong Ling, the illusory figure reflected in the ancient mirror just now..."

All eyes were focused on the ethereal immortal.

He was staring blankly at the ancient mirror in his hand. The luster on the mirror had faded, and it had returned to its simple and unadorned appearance.

He raised his head and looked at me with a complicated expression: "I am absolutely certain that the phantom was blurry, but its outline and spirit are exactly the same as yours... no, I should say, it is exactly the same as some deeper aura on you. Moreover, the feeling that the phantom exudes is more ancient and profound than that black-robed man."

My heart sank.

The aura of a past life.

On the black-robed man's body was my image, and behind him, a female phantom resembling me appeared.

What is the connection between these two?

“The Abyss of the Underworld…” I repeated the name of the place in a low voice, my fingertips unconsciously tightening.

The words of the man in black robes echoed in my ears once more—"Your true past is hidden there."

"That's a trap!" Wen Chen retorted immediately, his tone resolute. "The Netherworld Abyss is the Netherworld Sect's lair, a notoriously dangerous place in the Three Realms. Once you enter, you can't get out! He deliberately lured you there; he definitely has ill intentions!"

“Wen Chen is right,” Elder Qingfeng echoed. “The Netherworld Sect has always acted in a strange and ruthless manner, never caring about morality or rules. You now possess the Chaos Spirit Vein, which is crucial to our ability to revive the sect. You must not risk your life.”

I understand their concerns, and I am even more aware of the dangers involved.

The black-robed man's strength, which was only at the mid-stage of the Golden Immortal realm, was already enough to make the four of us, even when we joined forces, struggle against him.

How many such experts, or even stronger beings, are there within the Netherworld Sect?

This was undoubtedly a trap, a snare tailor-made for me.

but……

The fleeting image of the woman involuntarily surfaced in my mind.

It was a kind of throbbing and resonance from the depths of the soul, like a long-lost relative, or like another self in a mirror.

I desperately wanted to know who she was, and what secrets were buried in my long-forgotten "past".

Why was I reincarnated?

What was my identity in my past life?

Why would they be associated with an evil sect like the Netherworld Sect?

These problems are like sharp thorns, piercing my heart and preventing me from finding peace.

Avoiding the problem won't solve it.

Since that man in black robes was able to find this place, it means that no matter where I hide, they will eventually come looking for me again.

His final words, "You can't escape," were no exaggeration.

"We'll talk about going to the Netherworld Abyss later." I took a deep breath, temporarily suppressing my chaotic thoughts and regaining my composure. "Right now, completing the magic array guidance is the most important thing."

I looked at Wen Chen and the elders, my tone firm: "His attack just now, although it didn't destroy the array's core, has already corrupted it with bloodthirsty energy. We must purify it immediately, otherwise, if left unchecked, it will affect the stability of the entire array's teleportation."

Seeing that I quickly adjusted my mindset, everyone nodded and turned their attention back to the important matter.

Now is not the time to dwell on distant threats; resolving the immediate problems is the top priority.

I walked to the center of the magic circle, squatted down, and carefully examined the spirit stone at the center of the array that had been struck by the blood blade.

The knife mark was extremely fine, but the bloodthirsty power it contained was exceptionally stubborn, clinging to the energy patterns of the spirit stone like a maggot, constantly eroding the pure spiritual power of the spirit stone itself.

I stretched out my right hand, and a soft yet profound chaotic light shone from my palm once more.

This time, I didn't roughly use my spiritual power to cleanse it. Instead, I carefully inserted a wisp of chaotic spiritual power, as thin as a hair, into the knife wound.

What I need to do is not to expel, but to analyze and devour.

My chaotic spiritual power is said to be able to assimilate all things.

I want to see what makes this evil power from the Netherworld Sect so different.

However, the moment my chaotic spiritual power touched that wisp of bloody aura, a sudden change occurred!

The bloodthirsty energy that I should have assimilated and absorbed not only did not disappear, but instead seemed to be attracted by some kind of fatal force, actively wrapping itself around my chaotic spiritual power.

My chaotic spiritual power seemed to have encountered something of the same origin that had been lost for a long time, generating an unprecedented sense of affinity and longing.

One black, one gray—two completely different yet seemingly from the same source—began a strange entanglement and fusion within the narrow knife mark on the array's core spirit stone.

"What's going on?" Zi Ling was the first to notice something was wrong. She pointed to the center of the array, her voice filled with surprise and doubt. "Look, the black energy hasn't disappeared. Instead... instead, it's merging with Xiao Yao's spiritual power!"

Everyone gathered around, their faces filled with horror.

On the spirit stone, from the originally pure chaotic light, wisps of eerie blood-red threads gradually emerged.

And within that chilling, bloodthirsty aura, a profound, ancient, chaotic charm began to emerge.

The two forces no longer clashed, but instead formed a strange balance.

They intertwine and permeate each other, as if weaving together some new and unknown existence.

The air in the entire sealed room became thick and oppressive as a result.

It was an indescribable feeling, containing both the primordial sense of creation and the destructive aura of bloodlust.

Life and death, light and darkness—two extremely opposing attributes—coexist in this small space in a near-perfect way.

I could clearly feel a completely new power, far more terrifying than simple chaotic spiritual energy or bloodthirsty energy, slowly emerging from that point of intersection.

It is like a slumbering, ancient beast that is being slowly awakened.

I tried to cut off the flow of spiritual energy, but to my horror I discovered that the newborn power generated a powerful suction force that held my chaotic spiritual energy firmly in place, making it impossible for me to break free!

The secret chamber was filled with an eerie atmosphere of chaos and bloodlust. The light began to distort, and a faint, dense hum could be heard in the air.

I stared intently at the area where chaos and bloodlust intertwined, a strong sense of unease gripping my heart.

The remaining power left behind by me and the man in black robes seems to be brewing something far beyond our imagination... a change.