Chapter 115: The Yin-Yang Blood Pool

In this battle, Zhan Bai died, and Qin Feng lost the first friend he had ever known.

He was a brother, a comrade-in-arms with whom he could entrust his life and back!

Yet, Zhan Bai was foolish—so foolish that he was ambushed and killed by the person he respected most, even having one of his eyes plucked out in the process.

Is this fate?

A truly heroic soul, kind-hearted and intolerant of evil, ultimately meeting such a tragic end? In the end, he even had to entrust the woman he loved most to someone else to be saved.

"Zhan Bai, was what you stood for... correct?"

Zhan Bai’s tragedy, Li Xingjian’s cowardice, Huo Siyan’s mask, and Qiu Huzi’s fate!

Is this what they call justice?

An outcome steeped in irony allowed Qin Feng to see this cruel world for what it truly was.

It took a long time for Qin Feng to calm his inner turmoil. Fortunately, he possessed the Heavenly Demon Blood-Qi Coffin. Although Zhan Bai was dead, as long as his soul had not fully dissipated, there was still a sliver of hope.

He looked around.

The dead were dead, those who could leave had left, and those who could flee had fled. Within the vast ancient battlefield, only Qin Feng remained, solitary and alone.

The primary problem Qin Feng faced now was how to get out.

The inheritance within this Blue Water Lake had already been claimed by Huo Siyan. While there was a slim chance that a single mural could hold more than one inherited treasure, even if it did, finding it would require far too much time.

Moreover, the danger level was simply too high.

Therefore, Qin Feng decided he must leave this hellish place as soon as possible.

These nine mysterious murals were the objects of contention between two factions; once the war ended, they would surely be carved up and divided.

He had killed Li Haoran and destroyed Li Xingjian’s puppet body. Li Xingjian must be absolutely furious right now. If he didn't run now, he would have no chance once the major battle concluded.

Although he possessed the Nine Transformations of Heavenly Fire, the toll it took on his spirit was too great; he could not use it frequently. Furthermore, Li Xingjian’s true physical cultivation was at the Tiangang Realm. He suspected that a "Heavenly Fire Explosion" powered by only two flames would hardly pose a threat to him.

Thus, it was better to avoid the锋芒 (sharp edge) for now.

He possessed a bloodline soul capable of devouring and evolving. Given time, he would eventually reach the same heights as Li Xingjian. When that day came, it would be time for Li Xingjian to pay his debts.

Having made up his mind, Qin Feng moved rapidly through the ancient battlefield.

Just after Qin Feng had departed, a strange, pitch-black figure behind a large boulder near the lake burst with a "pop," turning into a pool of foul sludge that seeped into the earth.

Qin Feng was unaware of this, but his powerful divine sense still vaguely sensed a pair of eyes watching him from behind, accompanied by a faint, lingering killing intent circling at the back of his head.

Qin Feng knew he was being tracked by an expert.

Sneering, Qin Feng ducked into a forest of decaying trees.

Inside the forest, using the cover of the terrain, he took out a large black cloth and draped it over his body.

After lying in wait for a short while, a pitch-black figure entered the woods. Qin Feng locked onto the target with his divine sense, leaped out, swung his weapon, Heavy Wu, and smashed the figure into a pool of sludge with a single strike.

"Corpse-Mud Clone!"

Qin Feng was stunned for a moment before realizing what had happened. It seemed a powerful expert from the Earth Corpse Sect had been tracking him in secret.

"Why?"

Qin Feng couldn't fathom the reason, but he saw no point in agonizing over it. With the clone destroyed, the enemy had lost the ability to pinpoint his exact location.

Especially with the black cloth, it would be extremely difficult for the enemy to track him again.

Consequently, Qin Feng wrapped the black cloth around himself once more. After successfully evading a few more sweeps of powerful divine sense, he slowly crept out of the decaying forest.

Though he did not know who was tailing him, the immediate crisis had been averted.

***

This time, Qin Feng was much more cautious. He changed direction and began to sprint again. His goal remained finding a way out.

But this place was truly vast—so vast that even after wandering for half a day, he still hadn't found a way to exit. He seemed genuinely trapped inside.

The southeastern region was dominated by a massive blue lake. He had circled it for a long time without discovering anything unusual.

Huo Siyan had already entered the bottom of the lake; he estimated she wouldn't be coming out for at least a month. He couldn't just sit here and waste time.

When he had first looked at the murals, the brilliance of the blue lake was so eye-catching that he hadn't paid attention to what was depicted in the center of the mural. Zhan Bai probably knew, but Zhan Bai could no longer speak to tell him.

"Why not go to the central area and take a look?"

When this thought popped into his mind, Qin Feng was suddenly startled.

Human nature is greedy, and Qin Feng was no exception.

In this ancient battlefield, if one were lucky, one might stumble upon inherited treasures anywhere. Treasures passed down from ancient times, while perhaps not as formidable as Heaven-piercing Mystic Treasures, often far surpassed ordinary magic artifacts of the same tier in their divine abilities. Such things were rare, sought-after gems in the outside world.

Moreover, his Heavy Wu sword was only a fragment. Was it possible to find the remaining pieces within this battlefield? Thinking of this, Qin Feng’s heart truly stirred.

In particular, after this great battle, these nine murals would certainly be divided up. Taking advantage of the fact that few people knew the secrets yet, he could quickly circle the battlefield; who knew, he might get lucky and stumble upon a pile of treasures.

Of course, this was just wishful thinking on Qin Feng’s part.

Furthermore, given the current situation, he couldn't leave in the short term, but Li Xingjian didn't necessarily know that he hadn't found a way out. Since that was the case, it might be worth taking a risk. If he hid here, he might accidentally evade his doom.

In the end, Qin Feng chuckled self-deprecatingly.

In truth, he had been defeated by his own greed. Subconsciously, he had found numerous excuses to force himself into agreement.

Having made his decision, Qin Feng steeled his heart and headed quickly toward the central region.

Along the way, there were many corpses, but Qin Feng did not stop to search them. He knew that while one might occasionally find decent items on the dead in the outer regions, the real treasures were in the center.

Occasionally, he would see black spatial rifts in certain parts of the space along the way. These rifts were strange; they shifted constantly, appearing and disappearing in flashes. Qin Feng used his Purple Sky Eye to observe them briefly, finding the energy fluctuations within to be chaotic. Shaking his head, he continued forward.

It was likely that only the core high-level members of the two factions knew about this place, so there were very few people in the vast battlefield.

But "few people" did not mean "no danger."

Within this battlefield, besides corpses and remains, there were all sorts of mysterious and strange creatures: three-headed giant poisonous lizards, giant pythons with black and white interlaced scales, mysterious six-winged flaming insects... These creatures all possessed powerful auras and moved in packs. They were likely ancient species that had evolved over ten thousand years.

Fortunately, Qin Feng had that black cloth that could hide his figure and aura. Otherwise, given his cultivation, he would have been swarmed by those mysterious creatures long ago.

Carefully avoiding the strange creatures and the black spatial rifts, it took him nearly a full day to reach the central region.

There, Qin Feng saw a massive crater.

It was enormous, as if it had been smashed into existence by some high-level divine ability. Around the deep pit were giant fissures resembling a spider’s web.

"Damn, was this made by a single punch?"

If that were true, what kind of raw physical strength would it take to create such an effect? For himself, he would likely need to cultivate his Three Thousand Dragon Strength to the Divine Dragon stage before he could barely manage it.

Was this the only thing in the central area? Could there be some secret hidden inside the pit?

After a sigh, Qin Feng peered down into the deep crater.

With that one look, Qin Feng was stunned!

It was a truly bizarre scene!

Within the massive pit, it was divided into two extreme poles of Yin and Yang!

On the side where Qin Feng stood, magma overflowed, filling a world of fire; the Yang energy was intense. On the other side of the crater, it was a land of frost and cold, icy and bone-chilling, filled with sinister Yin energy.

Two worlds of Yin and Yang?

How could such a mysterious landscape that defied common sense exist?

Could there really be a great treasure here?

Qin Feng was startled at first but did not feel wild joy. He knew that even if there were a great treasure, he might not be able to obtain it. Just looking at the eerie scene before him made his scalp tingle.

Even a primal instinct told him this place was extremely dangerous!

In particular, the red and black blood pool at the bottom of the crater made Qin Feng’s eyes constrict sharply!

The blood pool was shaped like a Taiji symbol, split in two!

The blood pool on his side consisted of bright red blood, boiling incessantly and bubbling with steaming heat. As the bubbles burst and splashed back into the pool, the scorching temperature made him feel stifled and drenched in sweat, even from such a great distance. On the other side was a pool of blood as black as ink. It was deathly silent, and occasionally, needle-like droplets would rise from the surface like the tentacles of a devil—truly horrifying.

The two pools were clearly separated, neither interfering with nor merging into the other.

Qin Feng felt his heart racing; it was a natural fear in the face of the unknown.

Even the Heavenly Demon, his bloodline soul, had been jolted awake.

The Heavenly Demon opened its eerie eyes within his palm, staring at the blood pool. It remained silent for a long time, but its demon eyes were filled with both wariness and fanaticism.

"Heavenly Demon, what is that Taiji Yin-Yang blood pool?"

This time, the Heavenly Demon answered quickly, though the response was vague: "In my memory, I have never encountered such a bizarre situation. However, I can vaguely sense that the origin of this pool is likely formed from a vast amount of mysterious essence blood. The Yin pool gives me a feeling similar to the aura of a ten-thousand-evil demon corpse that crawled out of the Blood Netherworld Prison into the mortal realm years ago. As for the Yang pool... I cannot sense it, but since it can stand on equal footing with the Yin pool, it is clearly not ordinary blood..."

"These Yin and Yang pools contain incomparable blood energy. I can feel that if I could soak in the Yin pool, it would be of great benefit to me."

"Soak in it? You?"

The Heavenly Demon sighed faintly: "Indeed. Ten thousand years of suppression have severely damaged my coffin body; my power is not even one-tenth of its peak. If I could soak in this pool, based on the energy it contains, I could likely recover to about thirty percent."

"One-tenth? Thirty percent!"

Qin Feng was shocked!

He knew the Heavenly Demon Blood-Qi Coffin was formidable, but he hadn't realized it was to this extent. If it could kill a Tiangang-stage cultivator with only ten percent of its power, how terrifying would it be at its peak?

Perhaps, as the title suggested—"Slaughtering Heavenly Evil Artifact"—it was an artifact whose very power was feared by the Heavens themselves!

Since that was the case, what was there to wait for? Soak!

Qin Feng’s heart began to burn with excitement. He thought to himself: I wonder if I can also take a dip in this pool and reap some benefits? After all, his bloodline soul could also absorb the power of flesh and blood. Who knew what degree of evolution it might reach if he absorbed the energy from this pool?

"Qin Feng, do not set your sights on that Yin pool. The energy within is too cold and sinister; it is better suited for women or ghosts of the underworld! If you wish to soak, then soak in the Yang pool on the other side!"

As if seeing through Qin Feng’s thoughts, the Heavenly Demon warned him.

Qin Feng rubbed his nose, signaling his understanding.

Ridiculous—that sinister pool looked like no good news at all, and it even emanated an aura he deeply loathed. If he had to choose, he would naturally choose the Yang pool without hesitation.

He also knew the Heavenly Demon manifested as a female, so it was only natural she would be suited for the Yin pool.

"Be careful and approach slowly. I vaguely sense that there is a mysterious, unfathomable, and strange aura present in both the Yin and Yang pools. It is terrifying!"

"Understood!"

Caution and planning before action were Qin Feng’s consistent style; the Heavenly Demon was worrying needlessly.

However, just as Qin Feng made up his mind and prepared to move forward to investigate, the Yin pool suddenly rippled with ink-colored waves, and a completely naked woman slowly rose from the depths of the pool...