PHS Chapter 198 (Patreon)

Chapter 198: Who Are You?

"The Bloodfiend Clan was clearly facing annihilation, yet they continued to guard this place. This jade platform must be of extraordinary significance to them," Yang Qiu murmured to himself.

He was no fool. The moment he saw this jade platform, many thoughts had crossed his mind.

For the Bloodfiend Clan to value something so highly at a time like this, it clearly wasn't the platform itself, but what the platform contained!

"If I recall correctly, the Bloodfiend Clan is not native to this world. The passage they used to cross realms has always been a mystery!" 

Yang Qiu's eyes lit up as he gazed at the top of the platform, muttering, "Could it be… this jade platform is the key?"

That had to be it!

Yang Qiu jolted. This was the only explanation for why the Bloodfiend Clan prized this location so much.

One could guess the nature of the Bloodfiend Clan from their name alone. Their ambitions were vast; nearly every member dreamed of ruling this world.

If there was a passage that allowed them to cross realms, they would undoubtedly fight to control it.

"The chaos of the war outside has given this old man an opportunity!"

Yang Qiu let out a soft laugh.

The experts of the Bloodfiend Clan must have all gone out to fight, left with no choice but to leave a single Saint behind. If a Saint King had been here, he wouldn't have been so lucky today.

"Whatever else it may be, the Blood Phantom Realm is still a great world. It must hold countless opportunities and even the materials to forge Imperial Weapons—surely it's capable of producing Emperor-level experts."

"If my Nine Nether Demon Sect could bring it under our control, we could become the strongest power of this age!" Yang Qiu thought, his heart pounding with excitement.

He glanced at the top of the platform, and after confirming there was no danger, he stepped into the void, ascending step by step, intending to investigate. A single look would confirm whether this platform was truly for crossing realms.

At a height of a thousand zhang, a blood-jade portal stood at the very center of the platform.

The portal was pitch-black and impossibly deep. Inside was a void, leading to an unknown destination, as if it connected to a vast, sprawling world!

"Just as I thought!"

Yang Qiu walked up to the portal, his excitement no longer concealable as he examined it from top to bottom. Everything was exactly as he had predicted. This was the very place from which the Bloodfiend Clan had crossed into their world.

By controlling this portal, they could come and go from another world as they pleased!

Immediately, countless formation materials appeared in Yang Qiu's hands. Before anyone else could discover this place, he would first set up an illusion formation, then a trapping formation, to block any others who might approach. Then, he would go and inform Ancestor Meng Qingzhi.

This time, a Quasi-Emperor from the Nine Nether Demon Sect had also come. If the ancestor could hold off everyone else, wouldn't this portal belong to their Nine Nether Demon Sect?

In the future, they could use the Blood Phantom Realm as a trial ground for the sect's disciples, or transform it into a world for cultivating spirit herbs, much like a Mystic Realm of Creation.

No matter how he looked at it, the potential was limitless!

"The only uncertainty is whether the Bloodfiend Clan has a Great Emperor…"

The thought crossed Yang Qiu's mind, but he shook his head, casting it away. The possibility was low. If they had one, he should have appeared already.

After all, with the power of a Great Emperor—while perhaps not enough to rule this entire world—it wouldn't have been difficult to rescue the Bloodfiend Quasi-Emperor from the hands of the other Quasi-Emperors.

And yet, from the beginning until now, a Bloodfiend Great Emperor had never appeared. They probably didn't have one.

As Yang Qiu was rapidly setting up the formations, his expression suddenly changed. He sensed that something was wrong. The surrounding scenery had changed without him noticing. Both the sky and the earth had turned a shade of blood-red.

It was as if blood would begin to drip from the heavens at any second!

An overwhelmingly dense, bloody stench permeated the air, as if a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood had descended from the firmament to cover the world.

"Hm?"

Yang Qiu paused his work.

In that moment, he felt an immense weight on his shoulders, as if he were carrying a mountain, making it difficult to breathe. It had been a long time since he had felt such a sensation.

He was now a Saint. For someone to exert this kind of pressure on him, they had to be at least a Saint King or a Great Saint.

"The Bloodfiend Clan… still has experts alive?"

Yang Qiu's face paled. He slowly turned around. Inside the portal behind him, a withered figure had appeared, so thin it was like skin stretched over bone. Its pale, lusterless hair hung messily over its shoulders.

It wore a loose-fitting robe that was far too large, as if a skeleton were dressed in a grown man's clothes.

Its entire being radiated an aura of weakness, as if a gust of wind could blow it away.

The gaunt figure stood silently within the portal. It seemed to be only a foot away from Yang Qiu, yet at the same time, it felt as if they were separated by an entire world. So close, yet so infinitely far.

The gaunt figure spoke, its voice incomparably hoarse, its speech agonizingly slow.

"My… clan… was… killed by you?"

"Who are you?" Yang Qiu took a step back, a sense of alarm rising in his heart. His instincts screamed that this person was dangerous. Though he looked like nothing but skin and bones, his body contained a power that could shatter the heavens and destroy the earth!

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