Chapter 132 - 110: Blood of the Royal Family

Chapter 132: Chapter 110: Blood of the Royal Family

It was impossible to tell just how tall this tree was, because it was still growing.

It was looking more and more like the Jianmu from the legends of the Human Race.

"In the future, I’ll bring the Human Race up to live in the tree."

The young woman, who had opened her eyes at some point, suddenly spoke up. "The Spirit Race can’t fill the whole tree anyway."

Lu Changyuan just smiled and said nothing.

The Nether Monarch had been raised by humans, so she naturally felt an affinity for them.

"The Spirit Race members are all kneeling outside. Aren’t you going to go see them?"

The young woman rolled over, her small face now against Lu Changyuan’s stomach, and snuggled in closer.

Her back was turned to the kneeling members of the Spirit Race below.

She said, "I won’t."

A person’s sense of belonging to their people comes from the ones they know and the memories they share.

But for the Nether Monarch, her feelings for the Spirit Race—and the people who were the vessels for those feelings—had all vanished with the scattered fires of that one night.

Whenever the Nether Monarch closed her eyes, she would see that night from years ago: the Royal Family being hunted, the sky filled with fire, the air filled with endless screams.

"How much longer until the Celestial Dao Title descends?"

The Nether Monarch said softly, "I don’t know, but it must be soon."

Lu Changyuan was actually quite curious about how people of the Ancient Era entered Yao Guang.

’What exactly is a Celestial Dao Title bestowed by the Celestial Dao?’

’How did the Human Race, the weakest of all races, take over the world step by step?’ These were all questions Lu Changyuan wanted answers to.

Lu Changyuan suddenly said, "They’ve been kneeling for several days now."

"Mm."

The young woman just hummed softly in response.

The Sun and Moon Gnomon hung in the sky.

The dense fog rose once more.

Beneath the canopy, the members of the Spirit Race knelt before the tree, their heads bowed low like mortals confessing their sins.

BANG!

At first, it was a very faint sound, as if something had burst. Then, it became a chain reaction of sounds.

Lu Changyuan froze for a moment and looked into the distance. The few bursts of fire he had seen earlier suddenly exploded, and then something began to drift toward the World Tree from afar.

"Are those the members of the Spirit Race who tried to escape?"

"Mm."

There were, after all, some supporters of the Red Venerable and Blue Venerable—defiant members of the Spirit Race who thought they would be safe if they just fled far enough away.

They had underestimated the Nether Monarch’s magic.

No matter how far they fled, they were destined to become blooming clusters of Other Shore Flowers.

Lu Changyuan silently stroked the Nether Monarch’s hair.

’But he felt that something was very wrong.’

In that brief instant, he thought he had sensed a fluctuation of Yao Guang from the Nether Monarch.

"Something is coming this way."

The Nether Monarch rose. Her tall, slender figure stood atop the canopy as she looked into the distance. "Someone is here."

The pervasive fog was stained with a tinge of blood. The fog that belonged to the Nether Monarch had turned into a viscous, bloody swamp.

Something was consuming the Nether Monarch’s magic, working against it.

Lu Changyuan raised Broken Thought.

’This scene felt somewhat familiar.’

Back when he had just left his mountain village, when he and Qiu Yuehan were being hunted by two members of the Blood Demon Palace, there had been a similarly viscous, bloody mist.

’That’s right.’

’He never even got to eat that pot of plain boiled noodles.’

’Or the pickled radishes.’

The Blood Demon is about to emerge into the world.

’Blood Demon Palace and Blood Demon?’

Lu Changyuan snapped back to reality. This was no time to be thinking about such things, because the young woman beside him seemed unwell.

"What’s wrong?"

Red marks began to appear on the young woman’s fair skin, as if her blood was about to burst through.

"The blood of the Royal Family is boiling."

A sound like the squirming of maggots emanated from below the World Tree.

It was a sound that caused a visceral, physical revulsion.

Lu Changyuan frowned. "Are you okay?"

The Nether Monarch shook her head. "It shouldn’t be a major problem. It seems Chi and Blue have helpers."

"Those two aren’t dead?"

"Mm."

Only now did Lu Changyuan realize that the Nether Monarch already knew Chi and Blue hadn’t died.

"I didn’t sense their final shred of Thought. They used some method I don’t know to escape, but I knew they would find their way back here sooner or later."

Red Venerable and Blue Venerable had been plotting to get the Celestial Dao Title for so many years; they definitely wouldn’t give up so easily.

Lu Changyuan said helplessly, "Well, they’re really back now. And they brought plenty of help."

From where the two of them sat, they could clearly see that many, many different clans were now arriving at the World Tree.

The Nether Monarch shook her head, her black hair swaying gently. "It doesn’t matter how many come. You wait here for me. I’m going to kill them all."

The young woman’s voice was icy, but because she was speaking to Lu Changyuan, her tone was exceedingly gentle.

Lu Changyuan nodded.

He looked up and saw Red Venerable and Blue Venerable already standing in the sky, looking down coldly at the Nether Monarch. Their provocation was blatant.

The fog rose again.

Lu Changyuan slowly got to his feet.

"What? You think I’m an easy target?"

As the words fell, a flash of red appeared behind Lu Changyuan. It was a blood-person, difficult to describe, exuding a thick, metallic stench of blood.

The blood-person shrieked, a sound like a hawk’s cry that was extremely ear-piercing. Scarlet drops of blood fell from it, transforming into writhing blood-worms that crawled toward Lu Changyuan.

Lu Changyuan finally got a clear look at the blood-person’s appearance. It had no face, only countless tiny mouths—its face was a composite of innumerable blood-worms. Its entire body lacked the texture of human skin; it was a squirming flesh made of densely packed blood-worms.

"What a disgusting thing."

Lu Changyuan raised Broken Thought. "You’re even more disgusting than those who cultivate the Blood Dao."

He dipped his wrist, and Broken Thought unleashed an extremely fast arc of light. The front row of blood-worms exploded the instant they touched the Sword Qi, turning into a foul-smelling, bloody mist.

However, more blood-worms surged forward, one wave after another, trampling over the remains of their own kind.

They quickly changed shape, becoming an indescribable cloud of blood.

’Can’t be killed?’

Lu Changyuan frowned. But before he could react further, something came at him from behind.