Chapter 620 Shapeless Sword, Lifeless Sword, Anattā Sword (1/2)

A ray of sword gleam separated the sea of blood as it went for the small hill.

A rainbow suddenly appeared on the small hill and it was the Bodhi Buddhist ray. It blocked the sword gleam exactly. The sword gleam never got past the Bodhi Buddhist ray despite its brightness.

There appeared a young Daoist from the separated sea of blood. His blood-colored eyebrows extended to his temple. His blood stained Daoist robe, however, did not have the stale of blood but instead, it gave out a pure and clean aura which was not fearsome.

As he lifted his hand, the sword gleam was returned to his sleeves. He looked at the Bodhi Buddhist ray and said, ”Let's see if I can get out today.”

Chen Jianmei had lost his previously sharp aura except for the extremely long blood-colored eyebrows which still revealed he was not to be trifled with. His eyes were kind and his expression was calm. One could not tell that he was once a killing god who had banished countless demons.

”It seems that benefactor Chen has improved by heaps and bounds recently. However, with your current cultivation experience, it is still insufficient to counter against my Bodhi Buddhist ray. It is better for us to be at peace today.” A deep Buddhist chant rang through, advising Chen.

There appeared a blood lotus underneath Chen Jianmei's feet. Beneath the blood lotus, waves kept building up until it became a water pillar leading to the sky. It allowed Chen Jianmei to be at the same level of the Buddhist ray. He said, ”I must get out today. If you try to stop me again, I will burst this blood lotus and turn your countless years of experience to nothing.”

Currently, the Level Nine Blood Lotus was boiling. It looked like it was covered with a thin layer of blood-colored mist. Luomo, however, was clearly aware that Chen Jianmei had refined the blood lotus to be connected with his heart. As long as he wanted to, he could cause the blood lotus to explode. Even though it would be a waste to the most precious item of heaven and earth, and it would deal a huge damage to Chen Jianmei's cultivation experience, Luomo too would not benefit in any way. His cultivation experience would indeed turn into nothing.

Luomo let out a sigh, ”You can go.”

His innate character was that once he understood the cost and benefit, he no longer hesitated. Afterall, Chen Jianmei was really going to cause the Level Nine Blood Lotus to explode. Chen Jianmei nodded. With a blowing wind, the blood lotus was already carrying him out of the Asura Blood Sea. Luomo felt it was a great pity as he looked towards the blood lotus. If the treasure item could fall into his hand, he would have left the Netherworld with no regrets.

Unfortunately, even the most precious item that existed since the universe was born, in the flow of time, it had to experience countless trials which caused it to weaken to such a state that it was at the bottom of its energy. After this time, it probably could not even keep its cultivation fetus.

If not because the real soul of the blood lotus had been incarnated into Chen Jianmei, the Level Nine Blood Lotus would probably not exist in this world.

The blood lotus carried Chen Jianmei across Nanjiang, across the tall mountains and rivers. The wind blew up Chen Jianmei's hair. He felt calmer than he had ever felt.

The speed Chen Jianmei went through the sky was impressive. In the void, one could see only a blood-red rainbow across the sky. One could not tell of what it was or where it was going. To the living beings of the Netherworld, it was just a blood-red rainbow in the sky.

Within a short while, Chen Jianmei had arrived at Zhaoge City. The war had broken out for a while. Countless fleets carrying Qi cultivators and Yinshang residents were leaving from Zhaoge City, escaping from the terrifying war.

Even then, half of Zhaoge City had turned to dust, including the living beings who did not manage to escape.

Chen Jianmei could even feel death was being dispersed in the air, as it attempted to crush his Daoist heart.

He had neither melancholy or sorrow. He was indifferent.