A Millionfold Return: My Children Cultivate Immortality, I Become a God - Chapter 42

“Interesting.”

Hearing the information and seeing the reaction of the Blood Soul Sect envoy before him, Wu Yifan couldn’t help but nod in satisfaction. The last remaining envoy of the Blood Soul Sect quickly inquired,

“Master, now that I have spoken, can you spare my life?”

“Of course, but I will only spare you this time. If we meet again, it will be your death.”

Wu Yifan said with interest as he looked at the envoy, who nodded frantically upon hearing this.

“Rest assured, Master, I will leave the Central Region now and find a remote place. I will never encounter you again in this lifetime!”

“You’d better do that.”

Wu Yifan stood up and then vanished before the envoy of the Blood Soul Sect. The envoy took a deep breath, suppressing his injuries before standing up, determined to leave. He vowed never to cross paths with Wu Yifan again. Such a terrifying genius was not someone he could afford to offend, and in just a few years—less than a hundred—Wu Yifan had gained power surpassing that of the Holy Realm. If given more time, the Blood Soul Sect would not be able to do anything against him.

However, just as the envoy was about to leave, a shadow loomed over him. When he looked up, he was startled to see Wu Yifan smiling cheerfully right in front of him.

“Hello, it’s nice to see you again.”

“Damn it, if you can’t play, don’t play!”

Seeing this scene, the envoy immediately realized that Wu Yifan had no intention of letting him live. Gritting his teeth, he decided to self-destruct. Even if he died, he wanted to make Wu Yifan pay for it.

Unfortunately, due to the absolute disparity in strength, he couldn’t even manage to self-destruct before Wu Yifan slapped him, turning his body into a mist of blood.

“Useless trash, did you really think I would spare you?”“Don’t be foolish.”

Wu Yifan’s expression was cold as he spoke, thinking about how they had pursued him for so long and almost killed him. There was no way he would spare them just because they revealed information about the Blood Soul Sect. Moreover, in the path of cultivation, the greatest taboo was to show mercy; enemies are enemies, and it’s kill or be killed. Therefore, Wu Yifan didn’t feel any shame for his actions. After all, only the victors had the right to talk about being despicable or not.

“I just didn’t expect the Blood Soul Sect to be so powerful, hiding out in God Burial Valley and having a Quasi-Emperor at their peak. At this rate, it seems I won’t be able to take my revenge anytime soon.”

Wu Yifan was not reckless; he never had been. So after learning about the Blood Soul Sect’s might, he contemplated in silence and decided that he needed to at least break through the restrictions of the Ancient Sacred Body to the ninth level and reach the Quasi-Emperor level in his cultivation before seeking revenge. Otherwise, he might very well end up in a bad situation.

Meanwhile, in God Burial Valley, known as the most terrifying forbidden area in the Xuantian Realm, it was marked by a violent and catastrophic battle in ancient times. Countless Supreme and Quasi-Emperors, along with Great Emperors, had fallen here, leaving terrifying blood energy that created a fearsome aura. Hence, even Supremes and Quasi-Emperors dared not set foot in God Burial Valley.

Unexpectedly, the Blood Soul Sect was situated right within God Burial Valley.

In the center of the valley stood a massive doorway. Though the door frame appeared ordinary, passing through it would lead directly to the headquarters of the Blood Soul Sect.

After Wu Yifan killed the three envoys of the Blood Soul Sect, three Soul Lamps in the Soul Lamp Hall, which governed the life and death of everyone in the sect, extinguished. The elders of the Blood Soul Sect glanced at this scene indifferently before raising their hands to absorb the three extinguished Soul Lamps.

In the next moment, a small rune array appeared in the elder’s hands. As he performed a secret blood technique, countless fine blood-colored threads flew through the void toward the distance.

In no time, the threads arrived outside the Blood Soul Sect, at the place where the three envoys had been killed, all in just a few minutes.

At this moment, Wu Yifan had not yet left the scene.

Just as he was about to turn and leave, he sensed something, furrowing his brows. Before he could react, he saw three fine blood-colored threads rushing toward him from a distance.

The blood-colored threads landed precisely where the three envoys had been killed. In an instant, the envoys, who had been reduced to blood mist by Wu Yifan, slowly began to revive under the influence of the blood threads.

As Wu Yifan witnessed this, his brows knitted tightly.

“Demonic techniques, is this the work of the Blood Soul Sect?”

The moment Wu Yifan’s words fell, the three Blood Soul envoys completed their revival, but their expressions and movements were extremely strange, making them appear almost like puppets. Their eyes glowed red, and their auras were much stronger than before, having already entered the Supreme realm.

Seeing this scene, Wu Yifan felt a heavy weight in his heart. It was important to note that even Great Emperors could not revive the dead, yet the Blood Soul Sect could accomplish this—it was clear that the force backing the Blood Soul Sect far exceeded Wu Yifan’s imagination.

Just as Wu Yifan was deep in thought, the three envoys of the Blood Soul Sect seemed to have discovered their target and charged toward him with wild screams.

Seeing this, Wu Yifan had no time to think and could only passively choose to engage them in battle. Although the three envoys had been resurrected and their strength enhanced to the Initial Stage of the Supreme realm, they acted like puppets or simply engaged in combat without any coherent strategy. As a result, Wu Yifan quickly found their flaws and took them down one by one.

After delivering a powerful blow that killed the last envoy of the Blood Soul Sect, Wu Yifan’s expression turned extremely grave. He was taking a gamble, hoping that the envoys of the Blood Soul Sect would not revive again; otherwise, he knew he would not stand a chance against them.

The gap between a Supreme and a Quasi-Emperor was immense. Even though Wu Yifan had extensive combat experience, defeating a Quasi-Emperor would not come easily just by breaking the eighth level of the Ancient Sacred Body’s restrictions. He would need to reach the peak of the Supreme realm in his cultivation, combined with the strength of the Ancient Sacred Body, to stand a chance against a Quasi-Emperor, even if that opponent were a puppet.

Fortunately, the envoys of the Blood Soul Sect did not revive again, allowing Wu Yifan to finally feel at ease enough to leave the area.

After Wu Yifan dispatched the envoys again, the elder of the Blood Soul Sect who had intervened finally opened his eyes and murmured to himself, “To slay an envoy revived from the Initial Stage of the Saint King realm means he is at least one of the best among those in the Supreme realm. Our Blood Soul Sect should avoid being too high-profile for now; it will not be too late to take action once the master is revived.”

As he spoke, the elder’s gaze involuntarily turned toward a massive red mountain deep within the Blood Soul Sect. From a distance, it appeared as a red peak, but up close, one could see countless strands of crimson energy surging, creating a horrifying and unsettling sight.