"Holy Sect forbidden ground, leave immediately!"

Before a stone gate about ten feet high that Chen Yuan had noticed, two Eternal Life Sect disciples with Core Realm cultivation scrutinized the black-robed man before them, their gazes indifferent, as if devoid of any emotion.

Chen Yuan didn't waste any words. With a thought, a surge of power instantly enveloped the two of them. Even Zhu Huai, who was at the peak of Spirit Refinement and had hopes of reaching the Yang God realm, couldn't withstand Chen Yuan's power.

Naturally, the two Eternal Life Sect grandmasters stood no chance.

They didn't even make a sound; their bodies merely stiffened slightly. Then, as if frozen, the light in their pupils slowly faded.

They died on the spot!

Although they were dead, Chen Yuan, to prevent others from noticing anything amiss, didn't simply make them physically disappear. Instead, he turned them into corpses, leaving them to guard the gate.

Since this place was a forbidden ground, few would come here. With them as a facade, he figured he could fool some Eternal Life Sect disciples of lower cultivation.

Stepping forward, Chen Yuan's spiritual sense landed on the stone gate. Immediately, streaks of crimson patterns lit up – it was a formation.

Chen Yuan's spiritual sense seeped into the stone gate like flowing water, suppressing the formation's fluctuations. Then, his entire body shone with light, and he directly ignored the gate's defenses, stepping inside.

The scene outside the stone gate was one thing; the scene inside was entirely different.

It was a blood pool, a hundred feet wide, exuding a foul, bloody stench. As the blood churned, it flowed, but there were no limbs or torsos to be seen, as if everything had been filtered out.

There was also an extremely dense aura of Yin.

Around the blood pool, there were countless holes the size of fingers, the source of the blood, continuously flowing into the pool.

In the very center of the blood pool stood a blood-colored tree, over ten meters in size. The entire tree was crimson red, with countless branches.

On the intricate branches hung crystal-clear, blood-colored beads, like ripened fruit.

Blood Pills!

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Chen Yuan recognized the blood beads at a glance, and his brow immediately furrowed slightly. He had dealt with the Eternal Life Sect before and had seen the so-called blood beads.

But those blood beads were completely incomparable to the fruits growing on this tree!

The confiscated Eternal Life Sect blood beads were foul-smelling and extremely impure. They were created at the cost of lifespan to forcibly increase one's strength, comparable to spiritual pills.

But the blood beads here were crystal clear, like rubies, with no foul odor whatsoever. Just a glance at them made one want to swallow them.

Even Chen Yuan had these faint thoughts.

But he quickly suppressed them. The path of swallowing blood beads was a path of self-destruction, even if these blood beads were unlike anything he had seen before.

He had no interest in swallowing these things.

His main focus was still on the blood tree before him, because the cyan light in his Celestial Eye Divine Technique was emanating from the center of that blood tree.

An opportunity, a Blood Soul Wood!

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Finally found it!

After examining the entire cave and confirming there were no problems, Chen Yuan prepared without hesitation to take the item first and leave the Eternal Life Sect's lair. Although he hadn't encountered any experts from the Eternal Life Sect so far, and the so-called 'Eternal Parents' were still within the Divine Capital Imperial City.

But, cautious by nature, he didn't want to break through in this place.

Stepping forward, Chen Yuan's feet were three feet above the blood pool. Almost instantly, he was before the blood tree. Then, he reached out a claw, preparing to shatter the blood tree.

To take out the Blood Soul Wood inside.

But just as his fingers touched the blood tree, a surge of immense Yin soul power, like a screech in his ear, enveloped him.

"Hmph!"

With a cold snort, Chen Yuan quickly retracted his hand, condensing a barrier of vital energy around himself, trying to block the surging Yin energy.

The surging Yin energy indeed didn't break through Chen Yuan's defenses, but once the Yin energy erupted, it was like a flood, pouring out of the blood tree.

In a short moment, it engulfed the entire cave.

"Not good!"

Chen Yuan's face darkened. Although the Yin energy didn't harm him, if it leaked out, it would instantly alert everyone in the Eternal Life Sect, which would be bad for him.

But there was no time to think so much. Now that he was exposed, he would just get the Blood Soul Wood and leave this place.

But just as the thought arose, the Emperor Slaughter Saber beneath his black robe suddenly lit up, detaching itself from his body. Then, it unleashed an astonishing power, like a surging vortex.

It actually forcibly devoured all the escaping Yin energy.

"Senior Moro, are you... awake?"

Chen Yuan quickly looked at the Emperor Slaughter Saber hovering in the void, his eyes flashing with joy.

Since Moro had settled in the Emperor Slaughter Saber, he had rarely put it back into the Heavenly Book space. Most of the time, he wore it at his waist or carried it on his back.

And the sudden change now must be Moro's doing!

Since Moro fell into a deep sleep, deciding to seclude himself, Chen Yuan had lost a significant trump card. He still felt safe, but not as much as before.

That was why his actions had been slightly more restrained than before.

He just didn't want to disturb Moro's seclusion because of his own affairs.

Now, the world was in turmoil, with a sense of chaos. He already had a foundation, but what he lacked was a truly powerful expert to guard it.

And such an expert would undoubtedly be a Sixth Realm Immortal.

With Moro out of seclusion, he had confidence.

Even if Xiang Qianqiu really wanted to make a move, he might not be able to kill him.

The Emperor Slaughter Saber continued to glow, and Moro slowly materialized, wearing a white monk's robe, his eyes smiling, compassionate. He looked at Chen Yuan and nodded slightly, saying:

"Benefactor's strength has improved again, very good!"

"How was Senior's seclusion?"

Chen Yuan then asked.

Moro's injuries were always a hidden danger. If he was at his peak, he would be very strong. That's why he was so eager to ask.

"Everything went smoothly, nothing serious."

After saying that, Moro glanced at the blood pool below, and finally fixed his gaze on the blood-colored tree not far away, a look of solemnity flashing in his eyes, frowning and saying in a deep voice:

"Yin Soul Wood!"

"Yin Soul Wood?"

Chen Yuan raised an eyebrow. He only knew that there was Blood Soul Wood hidden in the blood tree, but he had never heard of Yin Soul Wood.

"This tree and the Nether Bone Tree are among the ten divine trees, rarely seen in the human world. I didn't expect you to come across the second one." Moro glanced at Chen Yuan, his eyes flickering.

Chen Yuan naturally knew what the Nether Bone Tree was. He had relied on it in the Sunken Blood Lake to break through to the Heavenly Core realm, and Moro had also benefited greatly from it.

"What is it used for?"

"The heart of this tree has the effect of tempering the primordial spirit. The Yang God is the ultimate Yang, guiding the thunder light into the spirit, while this tree can refine the primordial spirit into the ultimate Yin.

Transforming the ultimate Yin into the ultimate Yang is a rare opportunity in the human world. You have not experienced the Wind Tribulation, but you can refine the heart of this tree and undergo the tribulation together, which can cultivate your primordial spirit to perfection."

"And this tree is probably a thousand years old, and it has been nurtured by the essence of blood, so its effect will probably be even greater."

Even Moro didn't know how to describe Chen Yuan's luck. Sure enough, there were great secrets about him, and he could always find what he wanted at critical moments.

It was not appropriate to describe it with only the Heavenly Scroll.

"A thousand years old, Yin Wind Refines the Spirit!"

Chen Yuan nodded slightly.

Obviously, this thing was very likely related to the previous evil sect. No wonder they were unwilling to leave this place, and the same was true after the Eternal Life Sect occupied it.

Obviously, they knew that this tree was a good thing.

As for the Yin Wind Refines the Spirit that Moro said, it was even more to his liking. As long as he reached the peak of Spirit Refinement, he could start looking for treasures to break through to the Yang God.

When he broke through to the Yang God, his combat power would definitely reach a terrifying level.

"The heart of the tree is useful to you, and this tree and the blood pool below are also useful to this monk. Benefactor, this trip is indeed the right one." Moro smiled faintly.

His injuries were not serious, but that didn't mean he had recovered completely. In fact, he was still far from it. There was so much blood essence here for him to devour, and even if he couldn't completely heal, it would probably be close.

Chen Yuan's 'luck' was indeed terrifying. He once thought that he would have to recuperate for decades, but in just a year or so, he had hope of recovering.

It saved him an unknown amount of time.

"In that case, then take the heart of this tree, and we two will leave this place."

"No."

"Hmm?"

Chen Yuan turned his gaze to Moro, with a hint of inquiry.

"The Yin Soul Tree heart must be refined immediately after it is taken, otherwise, the Yin energy will gradually dissipate and the essence will be lost in at most a quarter of an hour. In addition, with the continuous refining of this blood essence, the time may be even shorter."

"Is it a little... to experience the Wind Tribulation here?"

"It doesn't matter, with this monk here, no movement will spread out." Moro smiled faintly, revealing an incomparably powerful confidence, and even if he wanted to, he could suppress everyone here in a short time.

But Chen Yuan didn't want to alarm Jingtai, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble.

Now that Moro was taking action, Chen Yuan could rest assured, and immediately nodded:

"Okay, then I'll follow Senior's words."

After saying that, he reached out and directly tore open the Yin Soul Tree. Although it was a spiritual wood, it was not very strong. Under Chen Yuan's powerful body, it was only slightly stronger than tofu.

Without having to explore, Chen Yuan retracted his hand, and he was holding a blood-red thing in his hand, which was slightly throbbing, and was very similar to a human heart.

The only difference was that the Blood Soul Wood exuded a rich Yin energy that was almost unresolvable.

He didn't say much, and didn't want to waste time, and directly sat down cross-legged, and began to refine the Blood Soul Wood. After entering the ground, he had hardly taken action.

He was already in his heyday, and it didn't matter even if he saved the time to recuperate.

Of course, the main reason was that he couldn't delay for too long, so as not to lose the essence of the Blood Soul Wood.

A trace of determination flashed in Chen Yuan's eyes, refine this thing, and overcome the Wind Tribulation!

Moro smiled faintly, waved his hand, and an invisible force directly enveloped the entire cave, and then, he directly jumped up and came to the Yin Soul Tree.

After the Blood Soul Wood was taken away, the Yin Soul Tree began to wither visibly to the naked eye, and the bark became more and more dry, but as Moro pointed out, the blood pool below began to quickly gather towards the Yin Soul Tree.

At the same time, it was refined by the Yin Soul Tree and swallowed by Moro sitting cross-legged.

As the devouring began, the scattered Yin souls began to condense, their eyes filled with madness and resentment, and they bared their teeth and claws, wanting to tear Chen Yuan and Moro apart.

......

......

In Falling Dust Mountain, in front of Chen Family Village.

Gu Tianqiong, Li Kuangxiu, and Sima Che stood in the air, their spiritual senses shrouded the entire Chen Family Village, and rolling black clouds began to escape, and the roar exploded in the void.

The men, women, old and young in Chenjia Village came out of the courtyard one after another, looking up at the sky, their eyes full of horror.

They had been born in this place for decades, and they had never seen such a scene, which was extremely terrifying, and they could not help but feel a sense of fear in their hearts.

"This place has been blocked, Wu Daozi, you can't escape!"

Sima Che snorted coldly, his voice rolling, resounding through the heavens and the earth.

On the lake behind Chenjia Village, Wu Daozi, who was a little hunchbacked, sighed softly, shook his head slowly, and said to himself:

"After all, I was still found..."

It's just that he has hidden in this place, and he has erased all traces. Only Chen Huaiyi and Chen Yuan know that he is in this place, but Wu Daozi believes that they will not come to disturb him.

Then....

Who leaked the whereabouts?

"Forget it, forget it, it's enough to have lived so many years." Wu Daozi smiled self-deprecatingly, and then he didn't think about anything else, and took a wooden long box from the small boat.

"Pa da."

The wooden box was opened, revealing a painting inside.

This was a painting he painted with the last of his strength before his cultivation was exhausted. It was not a landscape, nor was it anything else, but a portrait of himself.

It retained a part of his power.

He didn't lie to Chen Yuan, he was indeed useless.

The painting unfolded, and inside was a middle-aged Confucian scholar full of scholarly air, with bright eyes and outstanding temperament, which was completely different from the current hunchbacked appearance.

Only the appearance is seven points similar.

"The brush is amazing, and the wind and clouds move with one thought!"

Wu Daozi smiled faintly, bit his fingernail, forced out a drop of essence blood and fell on the painting, and then, I saw that the painting shone with amazing light in an instant.

The light enveloped his whole body.

The world only knows that the painting saint Danqing's brush is wonderful, but few people know that his strength is actually very strong, otherwise, Chen Yuan's mother would not have entrusted him to him.

Otherwise, he would not be able to operate the art of heaven.

The light dissipated, and Wu Daozi changed, and his original gray-haired appearance turned into a middle-aged Confucian scholar wearing a scholar's robe, like a teacher.

Wu Daozi raised his head and took a step, and the broken spear at the entrance of Chenjia Village also lit up, and the rust marks were all gone, and it rose into the air!

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