Chapter 792: Fortuitous Encounter—Nine Revolution Azure Lotus
Boom!
After taking a direct strike from the Primordial Gold-Banded Staff, the half-step ninth-rank Beast Spirit's massive body was sent hurtling through the air like a meteor. It crashed through the forest, splintering colossal trees like twigs and carving a deep trench into the earth.
The suffocating death aura that once shrouded its form vanished entirely, leaving behind only a withered corpse.
From afar, Cai Lin and the others stood frozen, stunned by the sight of the beast being obliterated in an instant. When their senses finally returned, cold breaths hissed through their teeth.
The devastation left by that single swing of Mo Yu's staff shocked even them.
"No wonder it was once ranked among the sacred artifacts…" Han Yue murmured in awe. Though the Beast Spirit had already been weakened, the Primordial Staff's sheer might was undeniable. Its destructive power was far beyond anything their quasi-sacred artifacts could muster.
Above the battlefield, Mo Yu exhaled deeply in relief. The dark staff in his grip shrank swiftly, turning into a needle before vanishing behind his ear once more.
With a wave of his sleeve, he appeared beside the fallen beast. Its corpse crumbled to ash as a pitch-black heart slowly floated upward.
That heart pulsed faintly, wrapped in residual death energy—a mark of endless years spent under corruption.
The Beast Spirit's Heart.
It was the key to entering the Divine Burial Grounds' inner sanctum.
Mo Yu swept his hand, storing the heart safely away. A faint smile flickered across his lips. The hunt was complete—mission accomplished, no casualties suffered.
Considering how many teams had entered the Divine Burial Grounds, only the most powerful clans might boast such a flawless victory.
"The Primordial Gold-Banded Staff is truly terrifying…" Han Yue landed nearby, eyes still fixed on the faint gleam at Mo Yu's ear.
Mo Yu chuckled. "Terrifying, but costly. One swing drains a million drops of Supreme Spirit Liquid. A few more, and I'd have to pawn my cultivation resources."
The others laughed, though they all understood the trade-off was worth it. In a realm where power decided everything, no amount of Spirit Liquid could outweigh a weapon that turned death into victory.
"Now that we have the beast heart," Mo Yu said, "let's head to the inner region."
No one objected. They had lingered long enough.
Mo Yu took the lead again, soaring across the recovering forest in streaks of light. Minutes later, however, Cai Lin suddenly pointed downward.
"Look there."
Beneath them lay stretches of shattered terrain—gouged canyons and deep fissures carved like massive scars across the earth. The marks of a previous battle.
They followed the trail, and Mo Yu's expression darkened slightly.
"It seems you were right, Cai Lin. That Beast Spirit was already injured when we fought it. This must have been where it bled."
Han Yue nodded after studying the field. "The patterns are odd; it wasn't humans or other cultivators. This was a battle between Beast Spirits."
"Beasts fighting each other?" Mang Yu blinked.
"When something precious appears," Mang Lie replied, his tone grim, "even the dead will fight to possess it."
Mo Yu's gaze sharpened. He followed the scars along the ground until they disappeared behind a mountain ridge. A faint glimmer flickered deep within his eyes. Without warning, he shot upward and landed atop the rise.
And there he stopped, his breath catching slightly.
Behind the ridge lay a massive valley drowned in darkness and mists. The death qi there was so thick it had condensed into black clouds above, from which strands of shadowy rain dripped down endlessly.
The place reeked of death.
Within that abyssal valley, Mo Yu counted over a dozen shadowy figures seated like sentinels—each radiating the suffocating power of eighth-rank Beast Spirits.
And deeper still…
Mo Yu's gaze pierced through the haze. At the very center, amidst a swamp brimming with death energy, a colossal figure sat upright upon a dead tree trunk. Its body was motionless, but unlike the others, no visible death aura escaped it.
It wasn't dead. It was dormant.
Mo Yu's heart tightened. "A ninth-rank Beast Spirit…" he whispered.
Even injured, such a creature's strength exceeded that of any he had faced before.
Yet what drew his eyes next was not the creature itself but something that gleamed faintly beneath it—a pool of crystal-clear water, radiant amid the darkness. Its surface shimmered with a serene emerald glow.
Within this pool, growing between reflections of life and death, bloomed several lotus flowers—vivid blue-green lotuses, impossibly alive.
And at the very bottom of the pool, nestled in its heart, was a jade-colored lotus of exquisite beauty, no larger than a fist.
Its petals glistened, pure and flawless. From its center shone a single white-gold seed etched with countless divine lines, pulsing with the breath of life itself.
"This…" Mo Yu's pupils constricted. "A Nine Revolution Azure Lotus."
The Nine Revolution Lotus—a legendary treasure of heaven and earth. Born where vitality converged and death retreated, its essence could nourish the very soul and mend shattered bodies. Above all, legends said that by refining its sacred seed, one could increase their chance of breaking through the barrier to the Earth Supreme Realm.
That single chance was priceless beyond imagining.
Countless prodigies across the vast worlds failed at that final threshold, crushed beneath the weight of destiny. But with this lotus… hope could be reborn.
Mo Yu exhaled slowly. "So this is what they died for…"
Then memory stirred—he recalled that the future Heavenly Emperor, Mu Chen, once found such a lotus here within the Divine Beast Plains. Could this be the same divine plant?
Regardless, fate had smiled upon him. To encounter such a miracle was not something to hesitate over.
"I'm going in," Mo Yu said suddenly, turning to the others.
Everyone froze. Whatever lay within that valley was shrouded in danger they could all sense, yet not one questioned him.
Cai Lin only nodded. "We'll stand guard."
Her unwavering trust drew a faint smile from his lips. With quick precision, he explained a few contingency plans, then raised his hand. A sphere of black lightning appeared in his palm—the same terrifying Thunder Orb that had once forced Blood Ming to retreat.
"Time to earn your keep," Mo Yu murmured to the orb with a smirk, then vanished into the valley below.
Cai Lin watched his figure disappear into the black mist, her gaze thoughtful. She didn't need to ask; her instincts told her he'd seen something extraordinary.
And indeed, Mo Yu wasn't the sort to pass by destiny's call. Fortune had followed him once before on the Dou Qi Continent, and now fate had thrown open another door.
When he entered the valley, the heavens dimmed. The death clouds thickened, and the rain turned heavier, hissing as it struck the earth like falling poison.
Whoosh!
Relying on the protective might of his perfected Divine Beast Body, Mo Yu plunged through the miasma unscathed.
But the moment his boots touched the valley floor, a dozen pairs of hollow eyes opened in unison.
Roars echoed like thunder.
The eighth-rank Beast Spirits leapt forth, streaking through the air as streams of black fire.
Boom!
Yet Mo Yu didn't flinch. His body blurred, his foot slammed into the ground, and his speed exploded. He weaved between their attacks like a phantom, slipping past their encirclement in a flash.
Enraged howls followed him. Every Beast Spirit in the valley rose, unleashing torrents of death toward the intruder that had dared cross into their domain.
Yet none could touch him.
Within minutes, Mo Yu reached the inner swamp. The air there was thick enough to choke, the scent of decay mixing with a faint, impossible fragrance—the lotus's life essence.
But as he stepped into its domain—
The sitting figure atop the dead tree moved.
Its eyes snapped open.
Unlike the others, these were not empty. Light shimmered faintly within them—cold and predatory.
A true ninth-rank Beast Spirit.
The creature raised its arm slowly—then punched through the air.
Boom!
The very space cracked, shattering like glass. A torrent of unimaginable death surged forward, tearing through the distance and smashing toward Mo Yu.
He twisted aside, body vanishing into a blur. The blast struck where he had been, vaporizing an entire mountainside.
Even a glancing shockwave sent his blood roiling. His expression hardened. "So strong… If I face it head-on, I'll barely survive."
The creature howled again, then moved.
One instant it was seated, the next it was a blur above him, its claws stretching forth like blades.
The oppressive aura made Mo Yu's skin sting. He reacted instantly, channeling every ounce of power in his body before darting away, his figure streaking like purple lightning through the haze.
But the Beast Spirit chased relentlessly. Its speed was terrifying—faster than he had imagined possible. The distance between them shrank with every heartbeat.
Mo Yu grit his teeth, feeling the shadow of death closing in. His hand tightened around the Thunder Orb.
He landed atop a rocky hill, turned abruptly, and faced the oncoming storm.
"Almost close enough…"
A pulse of crackling lightning danced across his palm.
Then, with a flick of his wrist, the black orb shot forward like a comet—straight into the heart of the roaring death.
(END CHAPTER)
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