Becoming a Saint by Touching Corpses

Chapter 526: Chapter 503: Eightfold Bloodline Metamorphosis

’This is… someone from the Holy Daughter’s retinue. When did he start following us, and why didn’t I notice at all?’

The purple-clothed youth felt a twinge of fear in his heart but forced a smile on his face: “You saw it yourself; I didn’t kill them. They were blinded by greed and sent themselves to their deaths.”

Lou Yi said carelessly, “The silver needle in your hand, you’re collecting the vital blood of this Deer Demon. What is its use?”

Before the purple-clothed youth could speak, Lou Yi added, “It’s best to tell the truth, or else…”

Raising his hand, dozens of thick, substantial gray Qi Arrows instantaneously appeared in front of Lou Yi.

These Qi Arrows were positioned in every direction—north, south, east, west, and all around, the arrowheads uniformly pointed at the purple-clothed youth, making his body shiver and his heart grow cold.

“An instant spell at the very least at an advanced level, not easy to deal with, but not without a chance…” the purple-clothed youth’s eyes flashed with insight.

However, upon seeing an astonishingly brilliant magical armor surface on Lou Yi’s body, the light in his eyes was suddenly extinguished.

“Top-grade Magical Artifact armor!”

The purple-clothed youth thought for a moment, then patiently explained: “This Deer Demon is an extreme Demon General with eight bloodline transformations, and even took the final step. But since it didn’t survive the Thunder Tribulation, it can only be considered half a Great Demon.

Its true form is a rare Yin-Yang deer. The vital blood can pull a dying person back from the brink of death and gather shattered souls, making it a supreme elixir.”

While listening, Lou Yi also used his Martial Artist’s Spiritual Sense to ascertain that the person was not lying.

A Demon General with eight bloodline transformations corresponds to a cultivator with a Perfect Dao Foundation, which can be horrifyingly powerful.

In the last ten thousand years of the Human Race’s history, those who have forged an eight-layered Spiritual Platform are exceedingly few and extraordinarily talented.

As for those with a nine-layered Spiritual Platform, such geniuses only appeared in the Ancient Era.

“Fortune favors the prepared mind, and since I encountered it here, it must be fate, don’t you think?”

Lou Yi’s emotionless gaze swept over the purple-clothed youth, sending a chill down his heart.

At the same time, Lou Yi waited for him to make a move, giving him an opportunity to kill.

The followers of the Yellow Springs Sect, nine out of ten are trash. Moreover, since this individual just harmed his fellows, he clearly is not a good person. Lou Yi felt no psychological burden in killing such people.

Unexpectedly, the purple-clothed youth, after pondering for a moment, decisively threw a silver needle with a green glow to Lou Yi.

“Can you keep today’s incident a secret for me?”

His readiness to drop the subject and propose terms took Lou Yi by surprise.

Was it to say he had a sharp spiritual sense or was it just good luck?

Lou Yi’s powerful sixth sense faintly discerned that this young man had great fortune, possibly useful in the future.

“Alright.” Thinking it over, Lou Yi decided against delivering the fatal blow and turned to leave.

Behind him, the back of the purple-clothed youth’s clothing was thoroughly soaked.

In his youth, he practiced special Cultivation Techniques allowing him to faintly perceive fortune and misfortune.

For a moment, he had the thought of killing the opponent, only to be overwhelmed with endless panic.

After all, he had obtained two portions of the Deer Demon’s vital blood; giving up one was acceptable.

Meanwhile, Lou Yi placed the silver needle storing the Deer Demon’s vital blood into his storage ring.

The vital blood naturally held no use for him.

But he had close associates who might find it useful one day.

Lou Yi arrived at the entrance of the seventeenth Heaven’s Prison, noticing a mask-wearing guard seated cross-legged, still maintaining vigilance with eyes closed.

He activated his Disguise Talent, boldly walking out and moving towards other regions of Heaven’s Prison.

Passing by the ninth Heaven’s Prison, his steps paused, then he continued further inside.

Rock walls flew by swiftly on either side, with wisps of black smoke drifting occasionally in the air.

There were also formidable guards that made even Lou Yi feel on edge, and booming noises echoed from each Heaven’s Prison entrance.

The roars of gigantic beasts, more terrifying than the Deer Demon just encountered;

Ice extending far and wide, the chill penetrating to the bones even from afar;

Strangely eerie laughter echoing within, causing Lou Yi’s internal energy to spiral uncontrollably. Prolonged exposure could lead to him becoming possessed and self-destructing.

Until he stood outside the entrance of the third Heaven’s Prison, where a white-robed scholar sat cross-legged playing a zither, his back turned, hard to tell if it was real or an illusion.

Lou Yi tossed out a detection spell, but only question marks appeared.

The figure seemed to sense something, about to turn around, startling Lou Yi.

Without hesitation, he left the jade leaf given by Jia Hong, merging it into a nearby rock, then quickly retreated.

He stopped outside the ninth Heaven’s Prison.

This was his true destination.

Originally, there might have been a stone door at the ninth Heaven’s Prison, but it was broken. Lou Yi entered and ventured deeper.

White and red shadows constantly lunged at him along the way.

These evil spirits were effortlessly slain, turning into yellow, oily foul liquids absorbed by Lou Yi, enhancing his energy’s quality.

Of course, the effect was minimal, given the small quantity.

Having previously seized a stockpile the Yellow Springs Sect stored for centuries, Lou Yi had barely raised his energy’s quality to the level of a Top-grade Spiritual Artifact.

Soon, he reached the point where he had stopped before.

On the open ground ahead, over a dozen ghostly giant tigers lay crouched, each ten yards long.

Their bodies were almost completely solidified, cloaked in thick armor, their eyes filled with intelligence.

The aura they emitted surpassed that of any Demon General, with some reaching the level of high-tier Demon Generals.

Between the ghostly giant tigers, a hidden array lurked, harboring deadly traps.

Even though Lou Yi’s avatar activated the Disguise Talent, the ghostly giant tigers still sensed something, each standing vigilantly.

’Truly, if you don’t enter the tiger’s lair, how can you get the tiger cubs,’ Lou Yi mused to himself.

The ancient warrior imprisoned in the ninth Heaven’s Prison was his primary goal for coming to the Yin-yang Realm; retreating now was not an option.

He first hid the storage ring he wore in a crevice of a rock, ensuring it could be retrieved intact later.

Subsequently, he took out a small yellow flag emitting a faint glow from his robes.

This was a high-tier formation-breaking flag he acquired with Bi Yaoyao’s aid, designed specifically to assist in breaking arrays.

Just like an electrician in a past life, no matter how skilled, still needing soldering irons and multimeters as standard tools.

With the formation-breaking flag and his near-perfected comprehension of arrays, there was a decent chance he could dismantle the hidden array before him.

In full operation of his Disguise Talent, Lou Yi constrained his aura, calm as a tranquil pond, walking confidently amidst the ghostly giant tigers.

The ghostly creatures glanced around confusedly, unable to see anything, then bored, lowered themselves back down.

Lou Yi held the array flag, examining the formation between the massive bodies of two giant tigers.

Veins faintly pulsed on the ground, the air currents above different from the surroundings.

To delve deeper into the Heaven’s Prison, he had to step over this array.

Lou Yi’s avatar, eyes flashing with red light intermittently.

His brain operated like a 64-core processor, rapidly calculating.

Unknown information about the array was methodically deciphered.

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