Chapter 958: Chapter 958

Amidst the Endless Sea, a massive island spanning millions of square kilometers stands tall. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡•𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚⚫𝙣𝙚𝙩

Thick blood mist permeates the sea area; even though the island is incredibly vast, hidden under this veil of mist, from afar it remains just a faint outline, impossible to see clearly.

Apart from the dense blood mist that fills this sea, the waters surrounding the island are entirely tainted with a blood-red hue.

This eerie color starkly contrasts with the azure blue just a bit further away.

For countless years, occasionally there are cultivators, driven by curiosity or carelessness, who venture into this bizarre sea shrouded in blood mist only to disappear like a meat bun tossed to a dog, never to return.

Thousands of years ago, matters related to this sea area might have been mentioned, but over the years, the forces in this strange sea remained hidden from the world, and people gradually forgot their existence.

The Netherworld Sect, only recently emerging, established its base within this mysterious sea.

Even though the Netherworld Sect is now notorious and infamous on the Primordial Land, very few know about their station in this bizarre blood sea.

On the massive island within the blood sea, amidst a cluster of blood-red palaces.

Sitting in one of the palaces, Yi Changqing, who had been meditating, suddenly opened his eyes and spat out several mouthfuls of fresh blood with a ’puh’ sound.

"Damn, what kind of strength does that person have? I couldn’t withstand even one move, causing my Three Corpses Avatar to be instantly obliterated."

"How can there be such a formidable figure stationed on such a desolate island in an obscure sea region, where resources are so scarce?"

"No wonder when the Demon Palace occupied that sea region, they left Golden Dawn Island unchecked, no interference at all. They must have also suffered greatly at that person’s hands."

"These bastards, retreating so quickly, said nothing about that Golden Dawn Island matter, clearly setting me up!"

With a face as pale as gold paper, Yi Changqing cursed under his breath.

Naturally, his target wasn’t Chen Hai, but mainly the Demon Palace’s side.

After all, being defeated by a comparable enemy might leave one burning with resentment and unwillingness.

But when facing an enemy so powerful it leads to despair, all he felt was reverence, and not a hint of competitiveness.

Yi Changqing in front of us is a prime example of this.

If Chen Hai were standing before him now, he would either run as far away as possible or humbly try to see if he could gain Chen Hai’s forgiveness...

As for seeking revenge against Chen Hai, it might be something he mumbles about in Chen Hai’s absence, but such thoughts would definitely be discarded in Chen Hai’s presence.

After all, the longer one lives, the less they want to die.

Yi Changqing, who has lived for countless millennia, feels he hasn’t lived enough yet.

Seek revenge against Chen Hai? What a joke, he isn’t suicidal.

Being an ancient figure like him, his true self is always secluded in silent cultivation, while the Yi Changqing seen wandering outside is merely one of his Three Corpses Avatars.

Compared to his true body, his Avatar, though weaker, the gap between them is not insurmountably vast.

Recalling the palm that placed his Three Corpses Avatar into oblivion...

After thinking it over, Yi Changqing felt that even if his true self were in that situation, there was a 99% chance it would have been equally reduced to dust by that palm.

At the Quasi-Saint level, Yi Changqing had never submitted to anyone.

Among the few Quasi-Saints in the Netherworld Sect’s base, although Yi Changqing ranks second, the one above him, the Netherworld Sect Master, only surpassed him during their second Corpse decapitation by having a higher-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure.

If it came down to a life-and-death struggle, Yi Changqing firmly believed he would be the one laughing last, not that fellow ranking above him.

But now, the person who slapped him to death truly instilled a sense of fear deep within him.

"The Evil Corpse was slain by that person, immensely diminishing my power, leaving no path ahead."

"Previously, when discussing some important matters within the sect, I never gave Gu Yongheng much face, often bickering with him over trivialities."

"His discontent with me has long existed; in my current state, if the news reaches him, even if he doesn’t mock me to my face, he’ll probably throw some sarcastic remarks behind my back, inevitably."

"In the future, within this Netherworld Sect, Gu Yongheng might always overshadow me!"

With an extremely ugly expression, Yi Changqing sighed heavily.

The Gu Yongheng he spoke of is, of course, the Netherworld Sect Master, hailed as the first within the sect.

Historically there’s no top in literature, only one in martial prowess.

The Quasi-Saint strong in the Netherworld Sect, though immensely powerful, still possess desires; they, too, have the Seven Emotions and Six Desires that regular people harbor.

For instance, if Yi Changqing were to discard all emotions and desires, cutting off his Seven Emotions and Six Desires, he wouldn’t feel such rage seeing his son Yi Tianxing fall.

In fact, without any desires, he might never have appeared near the Black Water Immortal Mountain territory.

Being a mortal with all emotions and desires, as the eternal second, he surely engages in both open and hidden struggles, vying with Gu Yongheng who ranks above him.

Having a Three Corpses Avatar destroyed and severely weakened emphasizes his worry now, the potential severe consequences if this is exposed.

As for his beloved son Yi Tianxing...

On usual days, Gu Cangsheng indeed catered to all his demands, doting on him excessively, but even so, what difference does it make?

The dead cannot be revived; Yi Tianxing’s death is deeply regrettable to him.

But he lacks the ability to avenge him, unable to do so at all.

He certainly couldn’t entertain the thought of willingly getting himself killed, joining him along the Netherworld path!

"It might take about thirty to fifty years of recuperation to fully recover from my injuries."

"I plan to stay in this hall to heal for a while, minimizing contacts with outsiders."

"I hope to keep the incident of my Avatar’s destruction and resulting injuries under wraps for as long as I can, buying time to arrange good fates for those loyal to me!"

With a bitter face, Yi Changqing let out a long sigh, sighing in exasperation.

After his words fell, he wiped the blood from the corner of his lips and took out a few bottles of Healing Pills.

Like swallowing down a whale, he stuffed a large handful of pills into his mouth, then closed his eyes again, entering into meditation.

Time flew by, a year or two passed in a blur.

Golden Dawn Island, in the territory of West Barbarian Mountain, at the peak of Black Water Immortal Mountain, within the Cultivation Hall.

Matters regarding turning Golden Dawn Island into a Grotto Heaven have been set aside while Chen Hai was immersed in improving and creating the Curse Killing Technique, slowly opening his eyes and waking up from his meditative state.

Creating a Curse Killing Technique from scratch, with no foundation, even with Chen Hai’s abilities, would likely be improbable in a short time.

However, now, by using the original Seven-Day Curse Killing Technique as a foundation and maximizing its potency, he has gained some insights, managing to produce something substantive.