The blood-red river stretched as far as the eye could see. Other than desolation and solitude, there was almost no other scenery to speak of.
The only thing that piqued Cheng Hao's interest was the small beads that would float up from time to time in the blood-colored river.
Some of these beads were golden, while others were pure black or silver. Inside these beads, there was an extremely weak aura of Level Eight existences.
These beads seemed to contain the aura of the Level Eight existences. After countless years of evaporation and dissipation, they had combined with the environment of the river to form a special item.
The aura of the Level Eight existences was still somewhat useful to Cheng Hao. At least, it could speed up the speed of his physical body carving.
However, the aura in the beads was extremely weak. One or two beads would not be of much use. Cheng Hao roughly estimated that if he wanted to carve a Dao pattern in advance, he would need at least ten thousand beads.
Time passed little by little. Cheng Hao sat cross-legged on the Door of Everlasting Life and flowed down the river at almost the speed of light. Even so, it took him almost ten thousand years before he gradually saw something different.
The color of the originally scarlet river gradually faded, turning into a light red color.
As the color of the river changed, Cheng Hao's consciousness sensed that the void, which was originally devoid of vitality, gradually began to appear with the vitality of the universe.
The further down he went, the more concentrated the vitality of the universe became. Later on, Cheng Hao could even sense the presence of chaotic Qi in the core region of the vitality of the universe.
Yuan Qi of Heaven and Earth was a necessity for cultivators of Level Six and below. Although some powerful Level Six cultivators could refine some Chaos Qi for cultivation, they still could not break away from their dependence on Yuan Qi of Heaven and Earth.
On the other hand, the chaotic Qi was a necessity for Level Seven experts of the Chaotic Realm. Although every expert in the Chaotic Realm had a large amount of chaotic Qi stored in their cells, if they only used it and not used it, there would be a day when it would be completely exhausted.
Time passed, bit by bit. The blood-red waters beneath the Door of Eternal Life grew fainter and fainter. Cheng Hao could even see cultivators clad in ancient armor, seated on small boats. They seemed to be searching for something.
The cultivators on the boats seemed to have noticed Cheng Hao's arrival. Their faces were filled with fear as they bowed from afar.
"Greetings, milord!"
Seeing this, Cheng Hao was not too surprised. The higher the level of the world, the stricter the hierarchy between the strong and the weak. The mentality of the weak revering the strong was almost imprinted in the soul.
For example, in the Great Desolate World, when the Saints went out, strange phenomena would appear in the world. All living beings would kowtow and pray for the Saints' blessings.
As for the fact that the weak did not fear the strong, and even dared to talk nonsense in front of the strong, this could only happen in a small world like the Japanese manga. Otherwise, if it was a high-level world, who would dare to talk nonsense?
I'll directly turn you into ashes!
Cheng Hao could sense that the cultivators on the boats were mostly Level Five cultivators. Although there were a few Level Six cultivators, there were not many of them.
Although Cheng Hao had concealed his cultivation aura, as long as he could ride the Door of Eternal Life from upstream, as long as there was a hole in his brain, he would definitely be able to determine his strength in an instant. Attacking without thinking like this was very rare in a high-level world of cultivation.
Seeing that everyone was bowing to him, Cheng Hao slightly adjusted the direction of the Door of Eternal Life and stopped in front of one of the boats.
There were two people on this boat, a man and a woman. They looked rather young and almost no different from humans. However, Cheng Hao could tell at a glance that these two were not humans. Their original forms were probably foxes.
Of course, they were not ordinary foxes either. They had nine tails behind them and should belong to the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan.
The reason Cheng Hao had chosen to stop in front of these two was mainly because of the other cultivators on the boats. Each and every one of them looked lethargic. It was obvious that they were a group of natives who made a living in the Blood River.
On the other hand, the young man and woman from the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan were young, but their strength had already reached the sixth level. Moreover, the two of them were brimming with vitality. Compared to the others, they seemed more like they were here to play in the Blood River.
"You are from the Fox Clan?"
The Fox Clan, no matter which world they were in, was known for their beauty.
The man and woman of the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan in front of him were naturally no exception.
The man was handsome, wearing a white robe and dressed like a scholar. His whole body was brimming with a scholarly aura. The woman was gentle and beautiful. Even now, when she bowed, she exuded an inexplicable charm under the contrast of her white palace dress. This ability to charm was almost an innate talent of theirs.
"Sir, your eyes are as sharp as torches. You saw through our origins at a glance!"
Although the young man was very respectful towards Cheng Hao, there was not much fear on his face. It could be seen that these two people were of noble origin and should not be unfamiliar with Level Seven Chaotic Realm experts.
"I am Hu Yang and this is my sister Hu Yue. We are from Sky Fox City. This time, we came to the Primordial Battlefield to complete the clan's trial mission!"
Primordial Battlefield!
Cheng Hao firmly remembered this name. This place was indeed an ancient battlefield.
Hu Yang was handsome, brimming with vitality from head to toe. In addition to his polite manner of speech, it was easy for people to have a good impression of him.
On the other hand, Hu Yue did not say a word from the beginning to the end. She stood shyly behind her brother. It was unknown whether she was really introverted or just acting like this.
"Clan's trial mission? Has it been completed? "
Cheng Hao's interest was immediately piqued. He had personally experienced how dangerous the Primordial Grandmist Battlefield was.
Other than the Blood Killing Energy that was everywhere, there would be waves forming in the blood river from time to time. The further upstream one went, the more waves there would be. If not for his Primal Chaos Realm strength, and the fact that he was riding on the Door of Eternal Life, any ordinary cultivator would have been drowned by the blood waves that formed from time to time!
"The clan asked us to collect ten Blood Crystal Beads each. We have been searching in this relatively safer river for more than a hundred years, but we have only found two Blood Crystal Beads. It is still too early for us to complete the mission!"
"Even though it is easier to find the Blood Crystal Beads as we go upstream, it is truly too dangerous. Only Primal Chaos Gods like Sir could travel without any obstructions. For Void Gods like us siblings, we would reach the end after traveling another 50,000 kilometers upstream!"
Primal Chaos God, Void God!
Cheng Hao understood from these few short sentences that these two names should be the division between Level Seven and Level Six cultivators in this world.
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