This opportunity, my Blood River Sect will gladly accept

The teeth-aching sound of spiritual power crystallizing echoed densely within his body, like solid ice freezing over a winter lake.

Under the extreme refinement of the twin flames, the viscous black and white spiritual liquid was frantically compressed in volume, yet its color grew increasingly profound and heavy.

Gradually.

A slowly rotating black and white formation diagram transitioned from ethereal to solid at the very peak of his Dantian.

The formation diagram took the shape of Taiji, with the Yin and Yang twin fishes connected head to tail, flowing endlessly.

Every heavy rotation let out a muffled roar, like the pushing of a massive ancient stone mill.

The fifth layer Dao Platform—the Taiji Fortune Platform—had completely taken shape!

The instant the Dao Platform was built, an extremely domineering devouring power erupted with a bang.

The spiritual power within Gu Yang's body, originally like a rushing river, was instantly crushed and purified by this black and white millstone.

It transformed into drops of Fortune True Essence, as heavy as mercury.

A numbing itch, like the biting of ants, came from deep within his bone marrow. His blood surged through his veins like lead and mercury, letting out a terrifying roar.

What answered Ye Chen was precisely this terrifying coercion that erupted without warning from ten zhang deep underground!

Buzz—

The entire Taiji Altar began to tremble violently.

Deep underground, that spiritual power which had just devoured the Yin-Yang Fortune Fruit and completed a thorough metamorphosis was frantically climbing in an extremely tyrannical and domineering manner!

It was a terrifying undulation that fused Extreme Yang True Fire and ultimate fortune power, even more formidable than him, the Dao Child of the Dao One Sect!

Crack—Rumble!

The black and white formation patterns on the altar's surface fractured inch by inch, and massive cracks spread wildly like a spiderweb.

Get the hell out here!

Ye Chen was nearly driven mad, recklessly squeezing out the remaining spiritual power in his body.

He violently brought two fingers together, and a Righteous Sword Qi tens of zhang long, carrying world-destroying anger, viciously slashed toward the center of that spiritual power eruption!

However.

What greeted him was not the muffled thud of a blade cutting into flesh.

Rather, it was a cluster of extremely viscous black flames, rising as if from the deepest depths of hell.

Bang!

The indestructible Taiji Altar completely exploded!

Amidst the sky full of shattered stones and a storm of blood and gore.

A figure wearing a coarse gray robe burst from the earth like a fiend-god stepping out from ancient times!

Gu Yang hovered in midair.

The terrifying oppressive feeling brought by the fifth layer Dao Platform in his body caused the surrounding violent Yin winds to experience a brief moment of submission and stagnation.

In his deep black eyes, there was no ecstasy of breakthrough, only his usual extreme indifference.

Gu Yang did not even spare a second glance at the incoming Righteous Sword Qi.

His slender fingertips, bearing thin, rough calluses, lightly flicked.

That cluster of black Nine Nether Soul-Locking Flame transformed into a silent black lightning bolt, effortlessly melting through the Righteous Qi.

It shot straight for Ye Chen's face!

It was too fast!

So fast that Ye Chen, having just swung his sword qi, had absolutely no time to mount any defense.

Sizzle—

The black flame, like maggots attached to the bone, instantly coiled around Ye Chen's right hand that had attempted to block.

There was no foul stench of burning flesh.

There was only a terrifying sizzling sound, as if a soul had been thrown directly into a boiling pot of oil and repeatedly deep-fried.

Ah—!!!

Ye Chen let out an incomparably shrill and miserable scream, his eyeballs bulging outward from the extreme agony.

His proud righteous foundation, in the face of this Nine Nether Soul-Locking Flame, was like lingering snow beneath a blazing sun, instantly incinerated into nothingness.

He watched helplessly as nearly half of his right palm.

Along with flesh, finger bones, and even the sliver of divine soul attached to it, silently turned to ash within the black flame!

Intense pain surged madly up his meridians; that bizarre black fire was attempting to travel up his arm and burn through his sea of consciousness!

Ye Chen was a ruthless man.

Under the extreme terror of life and death, his left hand violently formed a knifehand.

SquELCH!

The hand rose and fell like a blade.

He forcefully severed his own burning forearm!

The severed arm, carrying the black fire, fell onto the altar and was burned into nothingness along with the stone slab in the blink of an eye.

Ye Chen staggered and retreated violently for over a dozen steps, crashing heavily into a broken stone pillar at the edge of the altar.

He desperately clutched his bare, blood-spurting wrist, cold sweat instantly soaking through his white robe.

He snapped his head up; those eyes that had originally been disguised so well were now covered in bloodshot veins and venomous resentment.

He stared fixedly at the gray-robed man in midair.

Gu Yang looked down at him from above.

Many thanks to the righteous genius for expending his essence blood to stand guard for me.

His voice was not loud, but carried by spiritual power, it was like a rusty, blunt knife clearly scraping against Ye Chen's eardrums.

This power of fortune...

Gu Yang paused slightly, a trace of unfathomable mockery flashing through his narrow black eyes.

My Blood River Sect gladly accepts it.

Blood River Sect!

These three words were like the final Mount Tai that crushed the camel's back.

Ye Chen's pupils violently shrank to the size of pinpricks.

He had expended countless painstaking efforts to lay down this chained killing array.

He had even not hesitated to tear off his hypocritical mask, using Blood-Burning Incense to ambush the demonic beasts, treating his sect members and rogue cultivators as cannon fodder to clear the path, and ultimately even burning his own origin essence blood!

His trump cards were exhausted.

His teammates were all dead.

Seeing that the fortuitous encounter capable of allowing him to forge a first-grade Righteous Holy Fetus was right within his grasp.

Yet it was completely snatched away at the most critical moment by a piece of trash from the demonic path's Blood River Sect!

Not only did he steal his fortune, but he also crippled half his hand!

He, Ye Chen, the number one righteous genius of the Eastern Region, had actually acted like a laughable clown, doing all the hard work only to serve it up on a silver platter for a demonic cultivator!

Extreme stifling grievance, humiliation, unwillingness, and despair...

Transformed into an extremely violent power of backlash, viciously chiseling into Ye Chen's Dao Heart, which he had always boasted as flawless.

Crack.

An extremely faint shattering sound rang out deep within Ye Chen's sea of consciousness.

That was the sound of his Dao Heart collapsing.

Blood River Sect... You... Who are you?!

Ye Chen pointed at Gu Yang in midair, his lips trembling violently.

I never change my name or hide my surname; I am Mo Bufan!

Gu Yang said condescendingly, with his hands behind his back.

Mo Bufan!

Ye Chen only felt the vitality and blood within his chest flow backward madly. A large mouthful of golden-red essence blood mixed with visceral fragments spewed wildly from his mouth like a fountain of blood.

Afterward, his aura withered, and he collapsed to the ground.

Gu Yang did not go to finish him off.

A hypocrite with great providence like Ye Chen definitely had life-saving trump cards left behind by the old monsters of the Dao One Sect.

Forcing out those trump cards would instead be a hassle.

He had seized his fortuitous encounter, shattered half of his hand, destroyed his Dao Heart, and finally firmly pinned this massive scapegoat blame—which was enough to trigger a great war between the two sects—onto the head of the Blood River Sect.

With the Destiny Points in hand, he had already made a killing on this transaction.

Gu Yang's figure flashed, and like a weightless gray fallen leaf, he landed lightly on the edge of the devastated altar.

Without even batting an eyelid, he bent down extremely naturally.

One by one, he picked up the storage bags from the corpses of the demonic cultivators who had been swept to death by the demonic snake or plotted against by Ye Chen.

These storage bags were filled with the Yin Fiend Beads that those cannon fodders had desperately collected just moments ago.

Come out.

Gu Yang casually weighed the dozen or so storage bags in his hand, his voice so cold that not a single fluctuation could be heard.

From a shadowed corner not far away, a beautiful crimson silhouette slowly emerged.

It was Su Wanyin.

She had witnessed everything that had just unfolded from start to finish.

She saw Ye Chen's sinister and vicious nature, and she watched as the gray-robed man, like a true god, used the most brutal and overbearing method to tear away the arrogant mask of that hypocrite, Ye Chen.

Blood River Sect...

Su Wanyin frantically chewed over these words in her mind, feeling as though her heart was about to leap out of her throat.

It was a lie.

The Young Master was clearly a solitary rogue cultivator. Since when did he become a member of the Blood River Sect?

He had deliberately shouted the name of that great demonic faction at the exact moment Ye Chen's Dao Heart collapsed and his mind was at its most vulnerable.

His intention was clear: to shift the overwhelming fury of the Dao One Sect and Ye Chen's undying vengeance entirely onto the Blood River Sect!

He was protecting her! Protecting the Joyous Sect!