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Emperor Jiuyu grabbed a Bronze from the chariot and threw it over. The Bronze tore through the air and annihilated the sword aura. A young cultivator around the age of twenty was pierced through by the Bronze.

Emperor Jiuyu had also just revived. He had sensed the aura of a stranger, but was unable to accurately determine who it belonged to.

The moment Emperor Jiuyu's voice sounded, Chu Qianye had immediately buried himself in the blood pool. As for the young Taoist behind him, he had mistakenly thought that the Emperor Jiuyu had discovered him.

The peeping caterpillar was killed, and the Emperor Jiuyu waved his hand. Groups after groups of people began to move forward, the sound of orderly footsteps causing the earth to rumble. Every ten thousand people formed a square team, and the steps of every ten thousand were uniform. Every time they landed, the earth would rumble like thunder.

The sound of the Bronze howling as it flew was heard by Chu Qianye who was lying prone in the rain of blood. Chu Qianye was almost face to face with the corpse underwater.

Marines after Marines, mixed within, was the rumbling of chariots. When the earth violently trembled, the cliffs also slightly trembled. With a hundred thousand people, there was no end in sight. Even if the hundred thousand people did not stop at all, they still had to walk for a long time.

Chu Qianye trembled from the cold. He listened quietly for a moment and realized that there were no longer any movements. He sat down in the pool of blood and started to circulate his Qi to resist the bone-piercing coldness.

When Chu Qianye tried his best to turn all thoughts into nothing, he could no longer feel the cold outside anymore.

Chu Qianye who was completely focused on circulating his True Origin realized that although his True Origin was not even 10% of its original size, it was exceptionally pure, as if it had been purified by the rain of blood.

The purer the primeval essence, the fewer obstacles one would encounter in cultivation. Quintessential Essence and psychokinesis were the foundations of a monk. The two complemented each other, and neither could be lacking.

Purification of primeval essence required the cultivation of special supporting Tao techniques, which required a long period of time. Of course, one could also consume Origin Tempering Pills. However, because of the high price of the Origin Tempering Pills, it was definitely not something that Chu Qianye, a youngster without any background, could afford to buy.

In these ten years of time, Chu Qianye had seen too many of his fellow sect members extravagantly consuming spirit pellets to assist their cultivation. Their families could provide spirit stones to buy spirit pellets and auxiliary Tao techniques, and some of their fellow sect members were even relatives of disciples of the Haoran Sect s.

Chu Qianye had neither background nor backing, he could only rely on his own hard work to slowly increase his strength.

Chu Qianye's true essence was mottled, and was extremely difficult to obtain when opening the profound entrances to life and death. The reason why he took the risk to spy on the Imperial Tomb was so that he could obtain some clues to report to his sect and thus obtain the Merit Point s to purchase a supportive Tao technique to purify his true essence.

Whoever wanted to get more spirit pills, Tao techniques, and even treasures and flying swords would have to work hard to contribute to their master's sect. Only by doing this would the Haoran Sect be able to prosper, and this was also a good opportunity for the disciples who came from a poor background to improve their strength.

To have his primeval essence reach such a degree of purity, most likely ordinary supporting Tao techniques would not have such a godly effect. Chu Qianye's initial fear and unease disappeared, to be replaced with endless joy.

When the sky brightened, Chu Qianye who had been circulating his energy for nine whole cycles woke up. He discovered that the pool he was hiding in had disappeared. Furthermore, it was as clear as water. It was impossible to imagine that a rain of blood had fallen on this dark night.

This time, Chu Qianye dared to look towards the water. He really saw a person laid under the water, a beautiful lady dressed in silver white armor.

The girl seemed to have fallen asleep. It was her that had fallen from the sky, smashing a two hundred feet deep crater on the hard stone cliff. Chu Qianye was even scared out of his wits.

This female corpse was as beautiful as an immortal. It looked as if she was sleeping and not dead.

Chu Qianye was able to confirm that she was dead. He laid motionless under the water, his chest not moving at all.

Chu Qianye looked up at the sky. The sky was a dark blue, as though it had been washed away by water.

Chu Qianye did not see a faintly discernible golden mark on his forehead. He only wanted to know whether Emperor Jiuyu's army had completely left, but did not know that someone had done something to him.