He pushed his spiritual power to the limit, attacking the Demon Blade, Red Rain!
An hour later, Fang Xuan was sweating profusely. Just as his spiritual power was about to be exhausted, he heard a "pop" sound; as he had broken through a mysterious barrier, his consciousness sank into the Blade's Inner space.
It was a vast expanse of chaos. There was no light, no sound—just like the chaotic space before the beginning. There was nothing but dead silence. Endless darkness stretched as far as the eye could see!
"A Spirit tool's space?"
Fang Xuan was very surprised. The Demon Blade, Red Rain, hid a mysterious space. It was similar to the storage space of a spirit tool, but there were many differences.
Big!
This space was massive, like an independent small world—vast and boundless. Fang Xuan was pleasantly surprised.
He couldn't help but wonder, "Could this be the inheritance of a god?!"
But not long after, Fang Xuan dismissed his guess. There was nothing here—only endless darkness.
He spread out his spiritual power and slowly explored his surroundings. Another hour passed, but he still didn't find anything and couldn't help but feel disappointed.
After toiling for more than ten days, he had found nothing but an empty, mysterious space. Fang Xuan was dejected. He gradually withdrew his spiritual power and prepared to exit the Fiendish Blade.
"Weng — —"
At that moment, an ancient, aged voice echoed in the mysterious space.
"Inheritor, welcome to the Slaughter Space!"
Slaughter Space?!
Hearing the mysterious voice, Fang Xuan's spirit lifted. After searching for so long, there was finally some movement.
"Who are you? An Artifact Spirit? What is this place?"
Fang Xuan was puzzled and asked the mysterious voice three questions.
"This is the Fiendish Blade of Slaughter's Inner Space, known as the Slaughter Space. Only those with god-ranked spiritual power can open the Graveyard!" the mysterious voice replied.
"Fiendish Blade of Slaughter …"
Fang Xuan had received two pieces of new information in quick succession. Intrigued, he continued, "So, Red Rain's original name is the Fiendish Blade of Slaughter? Is the red haired man the previous owner!"
"That's right. Hong Yu was the previous owner of the Slaughter Blade. It doesn't matter if you call it the Fiendish Blade of Slaughter or Red Rain. The name is just a code," the mysterious voice said.
"Hong Yu …"
Fang Xuan was dazed as he recalled the first time he held the demonic blade. He had seen a red-haired man who made the gods tremble in fear. That must have been the previous owner, Hong Yu.
"Where is Hong Yu now?" Fang Xuan asked curiously.
"Dead."
"What did you say? How could someone as powerful as Hong Yu die? Who killed him?!"
Fang Xuan was shocked. He had once witnessed Hong Yu's power. He had single-handedly slaughtered tens of thousands of gods. his divine power was unmatched, and his aura soared to the heavens. Even among the gods, he was at the peak of existence.
Fang Xuan was astonished that someone as powerful as Hong Yu had fallen. While he was at the top of the Douluo Continent, the Realm of the Gods was far greater. If he ever reached that realm, he would be at the bottom of the hierarchy, where even ordinary gods could threaten him.
Thus, when he heard that Hong Yu had been killed, he was deeply shocked. He was eager to know who could have slain such a powerful being.
"I'm not sure… After his death, I was severely injured and lost much of my memory. I fell into a deep slumber and have only recently awakened," the mysterious voice explained.
"Oh, I see."
Fang Xuan nodded. "So, who are you? Are you the spirit of the demonic blade?"
"Yes," the mysterious voice replied.
"I am the spirit of the demonic blade. My name is… is… I've forgotten."
Fang Xuan: "… …"
"If you can't remember, then forget it. I'll call you Demon Spirit for now."
"Okay … …"
"Demon Spirit, what is this Slaughter Space? Is it a place of inheritance for gods?"
"The Slaughter Space is a holy land for cultivation. If you cultivate here, your cultivation speed will increase tenfold. This includes the rate at which your spirit power grows and your ability to comprehend the profound mysteries of the laws. Every Master of the Demonic Blade has relied on the Slaughter Space's powerful abilities to enhance their strength rapidly. From then on, they would be far ahead of their peers and stand at the peak of the world."
Cultivation speed increased tenfold?!
Hearing the Demon Spirit's explanation, Fang Xuan's eyes widened with excitement. His biggest challenge right now was increasing his spirit power.
Since becoming a Titled Douluo, he has required immense spirit power and experience to level up. In the past month, he had killed several powerful Spirit Douluo and hundreds of other powerful spirit masters. He had obtained three Hundred thousand-year spirit rings, but his spirit power hadn't increased by a single rank. He was still stuck at Rank 91, which frustrated him deeply.
"Demon Spirit, how do you use to increase my spirit power quickly? Is it the God's Trial?" Fang Xuan eagerly asked.
"It's similar to the God's Trial; this place can harness the power of every God killed by using the Blade. Every Master of the Demonic Blade must undergo brutal training involving blood and fire. This Slaughter Space is essentially a slaughterhouse. It can create all kinds of powerful enemies for the Master of the Demonic Blade. There are no limits to the number or level of these enemies, and they can accompany the Master in endless battles."
Enemies with no limit to their number or strength? That was precisely what Fang Xuan needed!
The path to becoming a god was right before him. Fang Xuan lacked only one thing: opponents. There were only a dozen or so Titled Douluo experts on the entire Douluo Continent. Even if he killed all of them, it wouldn't be enough to reach Rank 100.
But now, based on the Demon Spirit's explanation, this magical space could create opponents for him to fight and train against. It was the perfect training ground, seemingly designed just for him.
Moreover, it wasn't just about spirit power. The Slaughter Space could also greatly enhance a Spirit Master's comprehension. If Fang Xuan had stayed here to cultivate, he might have understood the sword's intent better.
Suppressing his excitement, Fang Xuan took a deep breath and eagerly said, "Demon Spirit, activate it for me!"
"I'm sorry, I can't," the Demon Spirit replied.
"Uh … why not?"
"As you can see, the current Slaughter Space is damaged. When Hong Yu fell, the Demonic Blade suffered a devastating blow. The Slaughter Space collapsed and reverted to its most primitive state. Right now, it can't create opponents or increase cultivation speed."
The smile on Fang Xuan's face slowly disappeared. He felt disappointed. After silence, he asked, "Can the Slaughter Space be repaired?"
The ability to increase cultivation speed tenfold and boost spirit power absorption and comprehension was too powerful to give up. Fang Xuan didn't want to abandon this treasure. He was hoping the damaged Slaughter Space could somehow be restored.
"It can be done," the Demon Spirit responded, giving Fang Xuan the answer he wanted to hear most.
"How? How do I repair the Slaughter Space?" Fang Xuan asked eagerly.
"It's simple. Kill … a god!" the Demon Spirit said.
"Did I hear that right? You said 'kill a god,' not 'kill people,' right?" Fang Xuan was stunned.
"Yes, that's correct. The blood of ordinary mortals does not affect the Demonic Blade. Only by drinking the blood of a god can the Demonic Blade be quickly repaired and the Slaughter Space rebuilt," the Demon Spirit said seriously.
"Kill a god? Kill a god???"
Hearing the Demon Spirit's method of repairing the Slaughter Space, Fang Xuan's mouth twitched. Killing a god and drinking their blood? It was hard enough to find a god on the Douluo Continent. Even if he did manage to find one, the chances of him killing them were slim. It was more likely he would end up losing his head.
After all, he was still a mortal. The gap between him and a god was enormous and not something he could easily overcome.
As Fang Xuan pondered his next steps, the Demon Spirit's voice suddenly weakened, becoming faint and intermittent, as if it were about to fade away.
"I've used up all my energy. I'm going to fall into a deep sleep," the Demon Spirit said.
"Hey, wait! Don't sleep yet; I still have so many questions!" Fang Xuan was getting anxious.
"No, I'm out of energy. I must sleep."
"Then when will you wake up?"
"I'm not sure. Maybe … in a hundred thousand years."
Fang Xuan: "…"