Before the Yellow Springs Ferry, the First Blade of the Sacred Land's Demon Sect

At the same time.

Outside Blackbone City.

Three Transcendent-realm experts had arrived without making a sound.

They did not enter the city.

Instead, they stood above the clouds, looking down over the entire White Bone Devil City.

The old man in the blood robe said coldly, “Wang Hao has entered the city.”

The old man in the gray-white Daoist robe said indifferently, “The Land of Sin is full of eyes and ears.”

“We cannot act rashly.”

The old sword cultivator’s gaze was icy.

“We wait for him to leave the city.”

The blood-robed old man gave a sinister smile.

“What if he refuses to come out?”

The gray-white-robed old man replied, “Then we make him come out.”

As soon as he finished speaking, several bursts of demonic communication blood-light suddenly erupted from within Blackbone City.

One shot toward the ancestral grounds of the White Bone Demon Sect.

Another flew toward the Yellow Springs Demon Sect.

Several more streaked toward the deeper regions of the Land of Sin.

The three Transcendent experts simultaneously frowned.

The sword cultivator said in a low voice, “Something’s wrong.”

The blood-robed old man’s expression darkened.

“What did he do?”

The gray-white-robed old man’s eyes turned cold.

“This brat is stirring up trouble again.”

The blood-robed old man ground his teeth.

“Then we absolutely cannot let him live!”

Yet they had no idea that while they were watching Blackbone City, Wang Hao had already led his people away through another underground river of darkness.

Within the dark river passage, the Ferry of Subduing Calamities and Pacifying the Sea glided forward without a sound.

Yin Jiuyou wiped away his cold sweat.

“Your Majesty, the White Bone Demon Sect has taken the bait.”

Wang Hao shook his head.

“Not yet.”

“They’ve only bitten down.”

The Demon Lord asked, “Where are we going next?”

Wang Hao looked at the map.

The nine great demon sects of the Land of Sin were scattered like nine poisonous tumors.

The White Bone Demon Sect was merely on the outskirts.

The ones truly capable of igniting a great war were the three top-ranked demon sects:

The Yellow Springs Demon Sect.

The Myriad Souls Demon Sect.

The Blood Purgatory Demon Sect.

Wang Hao pointed eight thousand li northwest of Blackbone City.

There was a tributary of the Yellow Springs there.

“Go to Yellow Springs Ferry.”

Yin Jiuyou’s eyelid twitched.

“The Yellow Springs Demon Sect’s territory?”

Wang Hao nodded.

“The White Bone Demon Sect will only grow suspicious.”

“The Yellow Springs Demon Sect will grow greedy.”

“Greedy people are more useful than suspicious ones.”

The New Emperor Sword flew a circle around Wang Hao.

“Master, what name are we using this time?”

Wang Hao thought for a moment.

“We’re not calling ourselves Lei Wuji this time.”

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Wang Hao continued, “We’ll call ourselves the Blood Lotus Saint Son.”

Everyone fell silent.

Yin Jiuyou clutched his chest.

He suddenly felt deeply sympathetic toward the Blood Lotus Holy Land.

Truly.

At least Thunder Extremity had been the primary scapegoat.

The Blood Lotus Holy Land, on the other hand, was dragged out and flogged whenever nothing else was going on.

Wang Hao gazed into the dark river ahead, the corners of his mouth curving upward.

The three Transcendent experts were pursuing him from behind.

The nine great demon sects were casting a net ahead.

This should have been a desperate situation.

But in Wang Hao’s eyes, desperation was not a wall.

It was a chessboard.

As long as there were enough pieces, he would not necessarily be the one to die.

The sound of the dark river flowed softly through the passage.

The first fire in the Land of Sin had already been lit.

And the second fire was about to fall upon Yellow Springs Ferry.

…

Yellow Springs Ferry.

Eight thousand li northwest of the Land of Sin, it was an important outer stronghold of the Yellow Springs Demon Sect.

There was no ordinary river here.

Only a tributary of the Yellow Springs surged forth from an underground vein of darkness.

The river water was murky and yellow, carrying countless fragmented souls and broken spirits.

Whenever the dark wind blew, the surface of the river filled with a dense chorus of weeping.

Some said that the river beneath Yellow Springs Ferry connected to the true Nether Abyss.

Others said that the founding ancestor of the Yellow Springs Demon Sect had once cleaved open a rift into a strange domain here, refining the entire river into a demonic treasure land that was half-phantom and half-spiritual.

In any case, this place was deeply sinister.

So sinister that even cultivators from the other demon sects of the Land of Sin would take a wide detour when passing by.

When Wang Hao and the others reached Yellow Springs Ferry, the sky had grown even darker.

In the distance, a gigantic city stood across both banks of the Yellow Springs.

Ninety-nine soul lamps hung above the city.

Each soul lamp contained the sealed remnant soul of a Martial God.

The flickering flames illuminated the entire city like the face of a corpse.

Yin Jiuyou looked at the ninety-nine soul lamps, the corners of his mouth twitching.

“The Yellow Springs Demon Sect is truly wealthy.”

The Demon Lord sneered.

“Wealthy, but filthy.”

Han Shanyue said quietly, “These remnant souls were once powerful human cultivators.”

“After death, they were denied release and refined into slaves for the lamps.”

“They deserve to die.”

Wang Hao glanced at him.

“Remember your anger right now.”

Han Shanyue froze.

Wang Hao said indifferently, “You may need to use it later.”

Han Shanyue fell silent.

He increasingly felt that even His Majesty could use emotions as weapons.

At the entrance to Yellow Springs Ferry stood a massive bone bridge.

More than a dozen disciples of the Yellow Springs Demon Sect guarded the bridgehead.

They were even colder and more sinister than the disciples of the White Bone Demon Sect.

They did not refine corpses.

They refined souls.

Grudge-chains coiled around each of them. Their eyes were hollow, yet smiles constantly tugged at the corners of their mouths.

Those smiles did not come from happiness.

They were simply the instinctive response of people who believed that every living person they saw would eventually become raw material.

Wang Hao walked to the bridgehead.

One of the Yellow Springs disciples blocked his path.

“Identity.”

Wang Hao raised his hand.

The remnant banner of the Blood Lotus Holy Land appeared.

A dense bloodthirsty aura instantly spread through the air.

The Yellow Springs disciple’s pupils contracted.

“The Blood Lotus Holy Land?”

The other disciples nearby immediately grew vigilant.

Wang Hao’s voice was low.

“Once.”

The disciple narrowed his eyes.

“A defector?”

Wang Hao did not answer.

Instead, he took out a jade bottle.

Inside was a drop of blood as black as ink.

It was a wisp of strange blood that had polluted the sea when Ji Wushang had fallen into the South Sea. Wang Hao had collected it in passing.

There was very little of it.

But its aura was terrifying beyond measure.

The expression of the Yellow Springs disciple changed drastically.

“Level-ten strange blood?!”

In an instant, everyone at the bridgehead began breathing heavily.

The Yellow Springs Demon Sect excelled at refining souls.

To them, strange blood was an unparalleled material.

Especially a remnant drop of level-ten strange blood.

Even a single drop was enough to drive the higher-ups of the Yellow Springs Demon Sect into a frenzy.

Wang Hao put the jade bottle away.

“I want to see whoever has the authority to make decisions.”

The Yellow Springs disciple’s eyes were filled with greed, but he did not dare attack.

Anyone capable of producing level-ten strange blood could not possibly be an ordinary person.

A moment later, the gates of Yellow Springs Ferry opened wide.

A middle-aged man in black personally came out to receive him.

He had a gaunt face and yellowish eyes. Faint wails of souls came from within his sleeves.

He was a peak Martial God.

The master of Yellow Springs Ferry, Meng Xuan.

“How should I address you, sir?” he asked.

Wang Hao slowly replied, “Blood Wusheng.”

Behind him, Xue Wuhen’s eyelid twitched.

Why did that name sound like he was a relative?

Meng Xuan looked at the Blood Lotus aura surrounding Wang Hao, then at the people behind him.

“You’re from the Blood Lotus Holy Land?”

Wang Hao sneered.

“The Blood Lotus Holy Land? It thinks it’s worthy?”

A flicker passed through Meng Xuan’s eyes.

There was a grudge.

A deep grudge.

Excellent.

People with grudges were the easiest to negotiate with.

Meng Xuan raised his hand.

“Please.”

Wang Hao and the others entered the city.

The interior of Yellow Springs Ferry was even more oppressive than Blackbone City.

Soul banners hung along both sides of the streets.

Many cultivators’ shadows did not belong to them. They were cast by resentful spirits lurking behind them.

Some vendors sold “fresh memories.”

A restaurant bore a sign that read: “Our Soul Soup—Drink One Bowl and Forget Three Years.”

An old man sat by the roadside telling fortunes.

When he saw Yin Jiuyou, his eyes lit up.

“Fellow Daoist, your forehead is shrouded in darkness. I fear you’ll suffer a bloody disaster today.”

Yin Jiuyou replied numbly, “I have one every day.”

The old man fell silent for a moment.

“Then you must have a tough fate.”

Yin Jiuyou sighed.

“It’s mainly because His Maj—because my boss has an even tougher fate.”

Meng Xuan brought Wang Hao to the residence of the Master of Yellow Springs Ferry.

There were no flowers or plants in the estate.

Only a pool of Yellow Springs water.

Many transparent souls floated in the pool. Some still retained the appearances they had in life. They struggled constantly, yet could not make a sound.

Meng Xuan smiled.

“Fellow Daoist Blood, where is the level-ten strange blood?”

Wang Hao sat down.

“The Yellow Springs Demon Sect wants to buy it?”

Meng Xuan’s eyes flickered.

“Naturally.”

Wang Hao raised one finger.

“One drop of strange blood.”

“In exchange for one piece of information.”

Meng Xuan frowned.

"What news?"

Wang Hao stared at him.

"The Twelve Holy Lands have secretly gathered Transcendent Realm experts to cleanse the Land of Sin."

The great hall suddenly fell silent.

The smile on Meng Xuan's face gradually faded.

"Fellow Daoist Blood, you can't just talk nonsense like this."

Wang Hao sneered.

"Do you think I came here to tell jokes?"

Meng Xuan didn't say a word.

Wang Hao continued,

"Ji Wushang was seriously injured and fled south, causing chaos in the Central Continent."

"The Twelve Holy Lands have suffered heavy losses and their prestige has been severely damaged."

"They need to re - establish their authority."

"The Land of Sin is the best place to sacrifice the flag."

Meng Xuan's eyes darkened.

"Evidence."

Wang Hao raised his hand.

The Thunder Extremity Token.

The Lunar Jade Talisman.

The Broken Sword from the Sword Ruins.

The Golden Palace Armor.

One by one, the tokens of the Holy Lands landed on the table.

Meng Xuan's face changed.

These things were all real.

As the Master of Yellow Springs Ferry, he had good eyesight.

Wang Hao then took out a Memory Stone.

In the Memory Stone, the faint figures of three Transcendent Realm experts flashed across the Black Reef Island and chased towards the Land of Sin.

Although the image was blurry.

But that aura...

The Lunar.

The Sword Ruins.

The Blood Lotus.

Meng Xuan finally couldn't sit still.

"Where did you get these?"

Wang Hao said calmly,

"I defected from the Blood Lotus Holy Land."

"I stole something I shouldn't have."

"They're hunting me down to silence me."

"But I know their real target isn't just me."

Meng Xuan's eyes kept changing.

He wasn't a fool.

On the contrary, anyone who could be the master of the Yellow Springs Ferry was no ordinary person.

He couldn't simply believe Wang Hao just because of a few words.

But he also didn't dare not to believe.

Because there had never been any trust between the Holy Lands and the Demon Sects.

Moreover, the evidence Wang Hao presented was so real.

So real that it didn't seem like a frame - up.

The biggest fear of a frame - up was false evidence.

But Wang Hao's evidence was all real.

The only problem was that he told a different story with the real evidence.

Meng Xuan said in a deep voice,

"Fellow Daoist Blood, what do you want?"

Wang Hao smiled.

"I want to live."

Meng Xuan stared at him.

"Is that all?"

Wang Hao's voice was low.

"And to take revenge."

Meng Xuan smiled.

This made sense.

A traitor from a Holy Land, carrying precious treasures, being hunted down by Transcendent Realm experts, and fleeing into the Land of Sin, wanting to use the Demon Sect's power to take revenge on the Holy Lands.

It was very reasonable.

So reasonable that Meng Xuan could even fill in the cause and effect for Wang Hao himself.

He pondered for a moment.

"This matter is of great importance. I need to report it to the sect."

Wang Hao pushed a jade bottle over.

"A drop of tenth - grade Ghost Blood."

"As a greeting gift."

Meng Xuan's breathing slightly stagnated.

He picked up the jade bottle. After confirming the aura, his eyes completely changed.

"Fellow Daoist Blood, rest assured."

"The Yellow Springs Demon Sect won't let a guest have an accident in the Yellow Springs Ferry."

Wang Hao smiled but said nothing.

Won't let a guest have an accident.

But they might turn the guest into a collection.

He just listened to this kind of talk.

He never believed in the conscience of the Demon Sect.

Just as he didn't believe in the honor of the Holy Lands.

...

Outside the Yellow Springs Ferry.

The three Transcendent Realm experts finally caught up.

They stood in the gloomy clouds, overlooking the Yellow Springs Ferry.

The old man in the blood - red robe looked ugly.

"He's entered the city again."

The old man in the gray - white Taoist robe said coldly,

"And it's the Yellow Springs Ferry."

The sword cultivator old man said in a deep voice,

"We can't wait any longer."

The old man in the blood - red robe nodded.

"If we let him keep running, all the nine great Demon Sects in the Land of Sin will be alerted."

The old man in the gray - white Taoist robe's eyes were deep.

"Then kill him by force."

The sword cultivator old man frowned.

"If we make a move in the Yellow Springs Ferry, it will attract the Yellow Springs Demon Sect."

The old man in the gray - white Taoist robe said calmly,

"As long as we're fast enough."

"Kill Wang Hao and leave immediately."

The old man in the blood - red robe grinned hideously.

"If the Yellow Springs Demon Sect dares to stop us, we'll kill a few of them along the way."

They had already exhausted their patience because of Wang Hao.

If they let this guy live, no one knew how big a mess he would still cause.

The three of them attacked simultaneously.

Boom!

The lunar moonlight transformed into a giant hand covering the sky and pressed down on the main residence of the Yellow Springs Ferry from the clouds.

The sword qi from the Sword Ruins tore through the sky, with a dazzling cold light, and directly slashed at the residence.

The Blood Lotus evil aura poured down like a blood - colored river.

Three Transcendent Realm experts.

Attacking simultaneously!

The ninety - nine soul lamps above the Yellow Springs Ferry swayed at the same time.

The whole city instantly erupted.

"Enemy attack!"

"Transcendent Realm!"

"Aura of the Holy Lands!"

"The Twelve Holy Lands have come to kill!"

No one knew who shouted this.

But the shout was extremely accurate.

So accurate that it seemed like it had been rehearsed in advance.

Yin Jiuyou stood in the dark of the ferry master's residence and silently put down the sound - amplifying formation disk.

"Your Majesty, I've finished shouting."

Wang Hao nodded.

"Good."

Meng Xuan's face changed drastically.

He had just received the news from Wang Hao.

The next moment, the Transcendent Realm experts from the Holy Lands had come to the door.

Did he still need to doubt?

No!

Because they had really come!

"The Holy Lands are bullying us too much!"

Meng Xuan roared and waved his sleeve robe.

The Yellow Springs Pond exploded.

Countless resentful souls soared into the sky and transformed into a shield of ten thousand souls.

Boom!

The attacks of the three Transcendent Realm experts landed.

Half of the shield of ten thousand souls instantly shattered.

But it also blocked for a moment.

Just this moment.

Deep in the Yellow Springs Ferry, an ancient altar lit up.

A terrifying demonic shadow opened its eyes from the altar.

"Who dares to invade the Yellow Springs Ferry?"

That voice was like the wailing of hundreds of millions of souls.

The next moment, a withered yellow hand stretched out from the void and grabbed towards the three Transcendent Realm experts.

The Transcendent Realm expert of the Yellow Springs Demon Sect!

The Yellow Springs Ancestor!

The old man in the gray - white Taoist robe's face darkened.

"Let's go!"

They originally wanted to quickly kill Wang Hao.

But now the Yellow Springs Ancestor had been alerted. If they dragged on, other Demon Sects in the Land of Sin would also come.

However, how could Wang Hao let them leave easily?

In the ruins of the ferry master's residence.

Wang Hao suddenly soared into the sky.

The Blood Lotus evil aura rolled around him.

At the same time, he deliberately showed a trace of the Thunder Extremity aura.

He pointed at the three Transcendent Realm experts and roared,

"The Lunar! The Sword Ruins! The Blood Lotus!"

"You've wiped out my entire family and still want to cleanse the Land of Sin!"

"Fellow Daoist Yellow Springs, if we don't kill them today, tomorrow the nine great Demon Sects will all become the prey on the tables of the Holy Lands!"

This shout resounded throughout the Yellow Springs Ferry.

Meng Xuan's eyes were red with rage.

The demon cultivators in the whole city were extremely indignant.

They didn't care about the truth.

They only heard the most exciting part.

The Holy Lands wanted to cleanse the Land of Sin!

How could this be tolerated?

"Kill the dogs of the Holy Lands!"

"Do the Twelve Holy Lands think there's no one in our Land of Sin?"

"Disciples of the Yellow Springs Demon Sect, seal the city!"

"Send a message to the Ten Thousand Souls, Blood Prison, and White Bone Sects!"