Chapter 186: Blood of Chaos (1/2)

Jiang Li recalled that Wu Shi had specially gone into a village before entering the ruins. Presumably, the remains of the human body and the severed head on the ground had come from there.

It was not without reason that rogue cultivators were hated by others. Of course, there were heroes among them, and even chivalrous sword cultivators.

However, most rogue cultivators were villains who could not even defend their most basic morals!

Wu Shi was once an ordinary rogue cultivator. However, he was very lucky. After obtaining the inheritance in a declining Daoist temple on the east side of the village, he stepped onto the path of cultivation.

Although the life of a rogue cultivator was difficult and he did not have any seniors to guide him, he could barely enter the Qi Refinement realm by himself and slowly came into contact with a corner of the cultivation world.

Once, in order to chase after a spiritual rat, he accidentally entered the crack and discovered the ruin.

The immense excitement was definitely not something that ordinary people could experience.

For example, the story of a poor kid obtaining the legacy of a ruin and becoming a peerless genius, trampling countless people under his feet, marrying all the female cultivators on the Goddess Ranking Board, and finally ascending to an immortal and becoming a god was very popular among the rogue cultivators.

When he first entered this ruin, there were actually many collapsed burying points in the underground passageway and many skeletons that had died long ago.

He followed the plot in the stories and kowtowed respectfully to bury the skeletons one by one, obtaining their inheritance.

However, because it had been too long ago and the original body of this ruin had been suddenly destroyed in the war, no one had taken proper protective measures.

Therefore, some of the artifacts and pills left beside the corpse had lost all their spiritual qi under the cleansing of time and were slowly rotting in this lonely space.

As a result, he did not find much useful information on these corpses.

Only on a corpse with clothes that were still intact, a particularly tall body, and a skeleton that was slightly different from humans did he find the black sword and bracelet.

Other than that, there was nothing else.

However, this did not dampen his enthusiasm for exploring. Using primitive methods, he dug up collapsed areas bit by bit and cleaned up the soil and rocks. He almost treated this ruin as his home.

It took him a few months to barely connect the intact portion of the passageway.

During this period, he also saw the chaotic murals.

Unlike Jiang Li, Wu Shi was only an ordinary Qi Refinement realm cultivator. When he saw the murals for the first time, he did not have the ability to resist at all and directly fainted.

In his coma, he, who was not conscious, had many dreams. Bloody nightmares tortured him repeatedly.

When he woke up again, there were some fragmented memories in his mind. His personality and thoughts had subtly changed.

But this was not the end. This was the beginning.

Ever since the day he fainted, Wu Shi had experienced the same dream every day.

As the number of nightmares increased, the additional memories in his mind gradually became complete. His personality also became more and more cruel.

From some point in time, when he looked at the murals again, he no longer felt dizzy. Instead, he felt happy and excited. He often stood in front of the murals for an entire day.

Wu Shi finally understood a little about this ruin.

This place used to belong to a powerful sect. The Black Lotus Divine Sect was its name.

The ultimate goal of this sect seemed to be to resurrect a god.

Revive a god? How could there be an immortal or god in this world?

This was his first thought.

When the current cultivation tide had just revived, countless mortal cultivators had used their lives to search for traces of Immortals and Buddhas.

However, in the end, in the cultivation world, Immortals and Buddhas were confirmed to not exist in this world.

In mortal countries, immortals were synonymous with cultivators.

As the cultivation of the earliest batch of cultivation pioneers increased, they were getting closer and closer to becoming true immortals.

This answer had basically become common knowledge in the cultivation world. There were no Immortals or Buddhas in this world. This group of cultivators would be the new generation of Immortals and Buddhas.

It was also because of this that Wu Shi scoffed at this and did not believe it at all.

It was not until he walked to the end of the passageway and saw the figure sitting on the huge black lotus that he understood the true value of this ruin.

That dream might not have lied to him!

A god, or rather, the corpse of a god, was right in front of him!

Yes, with the shallow knowledge of rogue cultivator Wu Shi, if a corpse was more powerful than all the cultivators he had seen, then it would naturally be a god.

For the first time, he tried to sacrifice a bowl of his blood according to the method in the dream.

However, what excited him was that this huge divine corpse actually gave him a reaction.

That day, his cultivation, which had stagnated for a long time because of lack of resources, broke through so easily.

He also knew that this 'divine corpse' was called Asura, the God of Asura.

After tasting the sweetness, he could no longer extricate himself from this ruin.

After repeated sacrifices and feedback, a large number of mortals died, causing the power in the ruin to successfully break through to the late-stage Qi Refinement realm before the age of 20.

This was a speed that most rogue cultivators did not dare to imagine. Even sect disciples could be considered elites with this speed.

As time passed, Wu Shi's hand was dyed with more and more blood. The dream that appeared every night was no longer difficult to accept in his heart.

However, in his dream one night, the divine corpse on the black lotus took the initiative to call him.

As long as he completed another blood sacrifice, the Asura God would give him the strength to reach the Foundation Establishment realm.

However, the goal of the blood sacrifice was to let him slaughter the villages he came from and sacrifice his own blood relatives and clansmen.

This time, the almost addicted rogue cultivator, Wu Shi, hesitated. The last bit of rationality and emotions in his mind told him that this was not right.

He temporarily sealed that crack. It was also at that time that he heard the news of the Great Mountain Cultivator Competition.

Wu Shi participated in the competition and handed his choice to fate. If he could succeed in the competition and obtain what he wanted,

Wu Shi might decide to give up on the ruin.

However, the final outcome was obvious. He did not obtain any benefits in the competition and instead lost the black sword.

As someone who yearned for power, he had completely lost his mind due to negative emotions. The empathy and guilt that a person should have had completely disappeared.

After returning, Wu Shi did not hesitate to slaughter the entire village and dance on their corpses. He used the pieces of his parents' blood relatives to stitch up a head.

Yes, the village that Wu Shi had massacred was the place where he had been born and raised.

As for the ”Asura God”, it did not disappoint him either.

The strange head that was stitched together twisted twice. It actually opened its eyes and spoke.

”Haha! Hahahaha, lucky young man. The Asura God heard your voice. I'm very satisfied with your sacrifice. A devout person should be rewarded.”

”Come, drink my blood and accept the gift of the Asura God.”

The mouth of the head opened and closed, but the tone of its voice kept changing. It was as if many people were squeezed into the head and fighting to speak with the leaking mouth.

When Wu Shi heard this, his crazy face immediately revealed joy. He hurriedly picked up a porcelain bowl and approached.

The severed head flew into the air, and two streams of blood tears flowed from its eyes and dripped onto the porcelain bowl.

It looked like only a few drops of blood, but Wu Shi could sense the temptation of the sweet smell.

As long as he drank it, he could obtain the power of the Asura God and trample all those fellows under his feet!

Wu Shi's smile was filled with madness. He trembled as he held the porcelain bowl and raised his head to swallow it.

However, at this moment, a sword light instantly arrived!

Against the Shu Mountain Sword Control Technique that disregarded expenditure and had been prepared for a long time, which Qi Refinement realm cultivator could react in time?

A head that was laughing sinisterly was directly chopped off by this sword, and it rolled in the air for a long time.

As for the bowl-sized wound, it was burned black. Even blood could not flow out.

The headless body twitched twice before collapsing. However, the porcelain bowl was firmly caught by another hand.

”If no one wants this, let me study it for a few days. Goodbye.”

Jiang Li controlled his clone to catch the porcelain bowl, and then he did not stop for a moment before immediately turning around and charging towards the passageway outside the stone room.

He was very fast and had long been prepared. He snatched the things and left.

However, at this moment, his peripheral vision accidentally swept across a huge figure in the center of the stone room.