Amidst the vast sea of clouds, above the unfurled Geomancy Map of the Nine Nether.
A terrifyingly serpent-like beast that was nearly three hundred meters long was resting here.
Whoosh — —
Prince Primordial Demon, in his true form, opened his bloody mouth like a black hole, madly sucking in the death qi of the Yellow Springs to restore himself. Rumbling noises could be heard.
A fist-sized, glistening yellow orb floated in front of him, spinning continuously.
Soul shadows were being destroyed one after another in the orb. At the same time, waves of pure energy were being generated from the orb, turning into torrents that surged into Prince Yuanyao's enormous body.
This was the Yellow Springs Orb refined from his cultivation method, which could refine the power of living souls.
After a long while, the Yellow Springs Orb suddenly stopped spinning.
"I've used up all the living souls," Prince Yuanyao muttered to himself.
He'd already refined all the living souls he'd collected while stirring up trouble in Burial Ridge.
"If I had a few more living souls, I could've used this opportunity to break through to the fifth rank." Prince Yuanyao's heart was filled with resentment. "Damned Sword Sect."
"It's a pity that there are so many living souls in the River of Forgetfulness, but I can only see them but not eat them," Prince Yuanyao lamented.
In his perception, there were countless living souls flowing down the River of Forgetfulness that flowed endlessly below him.
If he could capture those living souls, what was a mere fifth rank to him? Why would he have to go through so much trouble and devise so many schemes in Burial Ridge just to collect the souls of mortals?
However, his father, the Yuanyao King, had sternly warned him that it was fine to enter the Yellow Springs and absorb the death qi, but he absolutely couldn't touch the living souls in the River of Forgetfulness.
If he did, the Yuanyao King wouldn't be able to protect him, even if it was just a living soul.
Prince Yuanyao clearly remembered the Yuanyao King's tone when he'd said this. It was unprecedentedly solemn and serious.
Even an eighth rank Great Monster King couldn't protect him, so there must be a terrifying existence in the river. Therefore, no matter how restless his heart was, he could only suppress it.
Having completely recovered to his peak state, Prince Yuanyao no longer pondered and opened his eyes.
Whoosh!
The surging death qi of the Yellow Springs swirling around him was sucked back into his body with a whoosh, disappearing without a trace.
"Roar!"
Prince Primordial Demon let out a roar that reverberated throughout the silent Yellow Springs.
His body, which was nearly three hundred meters long, swayed slightly. His eyes, which were as large as two lanterns, flashed with a vicious light.
After his injuries were completely healed, Prince Yuanyao began to think about something else.
"It's been five days since I entered the Yellow Springs Realm. Thanks to the death qi of the Yellow Springs, I've returned to my peak condition. That sword cultivator is probably in despair right now, as his blood qi is constantly being extinguished," Prince Yuanyao muttered to himself.
Ji Chuan's face reappeared in his mind, along with the fear that Ji Chuan's sword had brought to him.
As the son of the Primordial Demon King, he was endlessly doted on by the Primordial Demon King.
The Origin Demon King had even given him the Yellow Springs Dharma Artifact and the Geomancy Map of the Nine Nether to protect him.
Ever since he was born, he was a supreme existence in the Origin Source. Even the four great Sixth Stage Yao Lords had to treat him with respect.
As for Ji Chuan, a mere Nascent Soul cultivator, he was actually prepared to kill him!
"That sword cultivator should be extremely weak after being corroded by the death qi of the Yellow Springs.
In the Yellow Springs, my strength has increased compared to when I was in the Human Realm. With this, that sword cultivator definitely won't be a match for me. "
Prince Yuanyao thought viciously, "Letting them die so easily under the corrosion of the death qi of the Yellow Springs is too easy for them.
If I can find those two sword cultivators and personally kill them to vent my anger, that would be even better! "
"Roar!"
With that in mind, Prince Yuanyao's heart was filled with killing intent.
He put away the Geomancy Map of the Nine Nether and swam through the sea of clouds. He let out a roar of fury from the bottom of his heart.
The pampered Prince Yuanyao had always been a vengeful person.
He had already decided to set out in search of Lu Qingshan and Ji Chuan, who he had transported to the Yellow Springs Realm with his Realm Crossing Technique, to avenge his near-death experience.
"Two puny sword cultivators dare to act so impudently against me just because they're from the Sword Sect. Don't let me find you, or I'll teach you a lesson!"
What he didn't expect was that …
He didn't even need to look for someone to teach him a lesson. They had delivered themselves to him …
Just as he was about to move, a wave of killing intent suddenly exploded out of nowhere and filled his entire soul.
The Yellow Springs was originally a sea of yellow and gloomy all day long. There was no such thing as a sun.
But at this moment, Prince Yuanyao felt as if he was looking at a red sun. He felt as if his soul was about to be extinguished, and an indescribable sense of horror suddenly arose.
In truth, he hadn't realized what was going on yet. This sense of horror was born from his subconscious.
It was a sword light transformed from a flying sword. It was a blazing red sword light.
Sword intent and sword qi swirled around it, rolling like spring thunder.
The sword qi was as thick as a dragon drinking water. It rose from the ground and abruptly appeared.
There was a dot of cold light within the sword light, as brilliant as the rising sun.
As the flying sword flew, the sound of wind and thunder came from within. It was as fast as lightning, and it stirred up all the yellow clouds, causing the sea of clouds to ripple with yellow light. It was so dark that one couldn't see the sky above or the ground below.
It was like a sword from beyond the heavens.
The distance of several hundred feet was like a shooting star to this flying sword. It flashed through the clouds like lightning, and it arrived in an instant.
Prince Yuanyao had just noticed this sword, and he could only hurriedly spit out a mouthful of Yellow Springs Death Qi in an attempt to block the might of the flying sword.
In the next breath, his eyes were filled with red light and cold light.
A suppressive force that came from a bloodline grade appeared out of nowhere.
It was as if an azure dragon was pouncing on him.
This flying sword ignored all of the Yellow Springs Death Qi. The cold light instantly extinguished everything, and it sank into Prince Yuanyao's mountain-sized head.
A deafening roar of dragons and phoenixes came from his head.
Then, the sword qi exploded in Prince Yuanyao's head, dispersing into tens of thousands of sword qis and shooting out.
In an instant, all of Prince Yuanyao's life force was destroyed.
Thousands of holes appeared on his enormous body, and sword lights shot out like the light of the rising sun.
Before he lost his last shred of consciousness, a figure appeared in Prince Yuanyao's lantern-like eyes.
It was the owner of this flying sword.
It was a figure that he had always regarded as an extra.
Lu Qingshan.
"A sword cultivator …!" Prince Yuanyao let out a sorrowful cry.
He had just narrowly escaped death from Lu Qingshan's sword, but he didn't expect that he would fall to Lu Qingshan's sword just five days later.
He could hide once, but he couldn't hide forever.
He recalled that a few breaths ago, he seemed to have been prepared to take revenge on these two sword cultivators.
How laughable, how laughable!
Then, Prince Yuanyao's entire body was torn into countless pieces and exploded in the sky.
A faint, formless spiritual light flew out from within and faintly flew toward Lu Qingshan. It fused into Lu Qingshan's body, and finally returned to the River of Forgetfulness hidden within Lu Qingshan's Nascent Soul.
It was the River of Forgetfulness's power of life and dead spirits that it had extracted from Prince Yuanyao.
… …
The Dragonsparrow spiraled back and entered Lu Qingshan's body.
When it came to "seeking revenge for the smallest grievance", who in the world could compare to sword cultivators?
Wouldn't it have been better to just stay in the origin? Why did he have to join forces with the Hades to stir up trouble?
With a near-indestructible Demon King Yuanyao as a father, wouldn't he be happy if he didn't seek death?
Wouldn't it be better to be a demon's descendant?
Seeing Prince Yuanyao turn into a bloody mist, Lu Qingshan's heart trembled.
His principles had always been simple.
A sword cultivator lived on a breath. Only when his breath was smooth would he be at ease.
Since someone wanted to kill him, he wouldn't think about the consequences of killing this person's noble status. He wouldn't even consider teaching this person a lesson in exchange for greater benefits.
'He wanted to kill me. I'm stronger than him.'
Hence, he had to die.
It was that simple.
'With a fierce tiger in your heart, you may smell the roses, but your eyes are blind!'
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