After all the Blood Demon Towers fell into slumber, even the Blood Demon powerhouses cultivating in seclusion within the Ancestral Vein began to feel strange sensations. Their minds seemed to enter a state of "enlightenment." Their hearts were filled with joy, as though Dao Rhythms they had long failed to comprehend were suddenly within reach, right before their eyes, ready to be grasped. The endless pursuit intoxicated them, and they lost themselves completely.
In reality, they had already fallen into a unique form of slumber.
Even Hunyuan realm experts were ensnared, their bodies and minds caught in this mysterious state.
"It worked. It actually worked! The Heavenly Fragrance Treasure Vase truly is formidable. What a fearsome Heavenly Fragrance Ascension Powder—these fellows look as though they are really ascending to immortality."
Sweeping his divine sense swiftly across the entire Land of Blood, Rahu's face lit up with delight.
He had not expected the Heavenly Fragrance Treasure Vase to be so powerful—forcing the entire Blood Demon Clan into unconsciousness without their knowledge. This method was terrifying. Even if they suffered mortal blows, they would not wake easily.
"The fragrance was only meant to strike unexpectedly. Now it's up to you, Daoist."
Yi Tianxing smiled calmly.
He had seized the Heavenly Fragrance Treasure Vase back then precisely for this day, embedding it within the Hongmeng Heavenly Emperor Pagoda, waiting for this chance. If they succeeded in taking an Ancestral Vein, then this treasure's cultivation was worth it beyond measure—an immense surprise.
"Rest assured. Leave it to me."
Rahu's expression was resolute.
With a wave of his hand, a profound seal struck the altar.
Hualala!
The Dragon-Summoning Banner fluttered violently, its runes flashing as it emitted a mysterious rhythm, penetrating deep into the earth.
Beneath the ground, a colossal Ancestral Vein could be seen, stretching over sixty thousand zhang in length. Though it had not reached the pinnacle of the primordial "one-yuan" measure, it was nearly halfway there. It looked like a black demonic dragon, its body coursing with streams of black demonic blood, exuding suffocating pressure. This was the Demonic Blood Ancestral Vein.
Though not at its peak, it was still unimaginably strong.
For cultivators of the blood path, it was the supreme treasure. Training a single day within its influence was equivalent to ten days, even a month, of normal cultivation. Moreover, it tempered the body, greatly benefiting body-refiners. It also infused demonic power, tempering one's will and spirit. To cultivate using the Ancestral Vein's energy brought countless benefits.
This was why the Blood Demon Clan treasured it so much.
Suddenly, the Ancestral Vein shuddered, as though sensing an inexplicable pull. It awoke from its slumber, eyes opening with excitement, and began to swim underground, surging swiftly toward the valley where the altar had been raised.
"It's coming."
Rahu smiled faintly as he sensed it.
Ding ding ding!
The moment the Demonic Blood Ancestral Vein arrived within the valley, the great Dragon-Suppressing Pillar erupted. Countless golden chains manifested from thin air, drilling into the ground, piercing into the Ancestral Vein like lightning. They bound it tightly, sealing its aura entirely—nothing leaked out.
The Demonic Blood Ancestral Vein sensed danger and tried to escape. But locked down by the Dragon-Suppressing Pillar, its power was shackled. As the chains contracted, it was forcefully dragged from the depths of the earth.
The entire Land of Blood trembled violently.
Countless regions collapsed. Blood Demon Towers shattered into rubble.The ground split apart, geysers of magma and earth-fire bursting forth, swallowing vast swathes of land.
"The vein is ours—go!"
Seeing the Ancestral Vein confined within the Dragon-Suppressing Pillar, Rahu's eyes flashed. With a wave, he swiftly collected the altar and vein. The pillar could not hold it for long, and the disturbance was immense. The Land of Blood was now a scene of apocalyptic destruction. This upheaval would inevitably shake the entire Eternal Night battlefield. Within moments, this place would be the focus of every hostile gaze.
To linger would mean certain death—even Saints would perish here.
To steal an Ancestral Vein was to commit an unforgivable crime. Once exposed, the Blood Demon Clan would go mad, and no one could suppress their fury. If they did not leave now, they would lose their chance forever. One could not underestimate Yongye's terrifying reserves.
If they wished, they could lock down the entire battlefield. Countless powerhouses would rush here at once.
"Go!!"
Yi Tianxing understood the urgency. Without hesitation, he opened the Gate of Nightmare, stepping into the Nightmare World with Rahou. Just as they had come, they vanished from the Eternal Night battlefield, silent and unseen.
"Ahhh!!"
"What happened? Why are our towers collapsing?"
"Why is this happening—help! My body's on fire! Why can't I summon my mana? I feel so weak, I can't even stand. What's going on?"
"We're finished. Completely finished."
The Blood Demon Clan stirred awake. But the moment they tried to mobilize their power, they found their mana utterly unresponsive, as though drugged with a sleeping pill. Their bodies were limp and powerless.
At any other time, this might have been tolerable. But now, with their towers collapsing and magma erupting beneath, swathes of them were engulfed in flames. Their tough bodies didn't burn instantly, only prolonging their agony.
Screams echoed across the land.
No one understood why their towers had collapsed, why magma suddenly erupted, why the Land of Blood had become a scene of doomsday horror. It was a nightmare come alive.
"We've been struck! Someone's moving against us!"
"Who? Who dares? Our Demonic Blood Ancestral Vein—where is it?! It's gone! Damn it, this was aimed at our vein!"
The Blood Demon powerhouses who had been cultivating within the vein roared with fury. Yet at the same time, they felt their strength drained, their power vanishing into weakness they had never known.
This was no coincidence—it was deliberate.
The Ancestral Vein was gone. That was iron proof. Whoever had struck from the shadows had done it for the vein.
Boom!!
A boundless surge of blood light erupted. A vast sea of blood manifested in the skies above the Land of Blood, crashing downward. Its rolling waves drowned the earth-fires, sealing the fissures, and solidifying the molten lava in an instant.
"Pay respects to Ancestor Blood Spirit!!"
The sight of the sea of blood made all Blood Demon cultivators drop to their knees in reverence.
From within the sea, a blood light flared. A young man in blood robes emerged, his gaze cold as it swept across the land. Between his brows opened a blood-colored demonic eye. When it flared open, beams of blood light surged outward, scanning across the entire Eternal Night battlefield.
Every inch of void, every Demon city, every stronghold of every race—all were swept by his gaze. Not even restrictive formations could block his vision. Nothing escaped.
"Someone is spying on us. Who dares?"
"Hurry, open the formations!"
"This gaze—it's the Blood Spirit Ancestor's Blood Spirit Demon Eye! It can pierce the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths. What is he doing, peering so brazenly into our forbidden grounds?"
The Blood Spirit Ancestor's actions instantly alarmed the entire Eternal Night battlefield. Countless top-tier powerhouses—long hidden within their respective strongholds—rose into the air, their gazes locking on the Land of Blood, fury and dread in their eyes.
"Blood Spirit, are you mad?!"
"This battlefield does not allow such arrogance."
In moments, two terrifying figures manifested within the Land of Blood, shouting furiously.
"Arrogance? Our Demonic Blood Ancestral Vein has been stolen! I am mad! Unless the thief is found, even if this battlefield is torn apart, I will never rest!"
Blood Spirit Ancestor's cold laughter echoed.
The two before him were no ordinary beings. One was Ancestor Blacklight of the Shadow Clan, a top powerhouse beyond Hunyuan realm. The other was Ancestor Evil Dragon of the Dragon Demon Clan. Neither was weaker than Blood Spirit. These were the true anchors of the Eternal Night battlefield.
"What? The Ancestral Vein was stolen?"
Hearing this, Ancestor Blacklight and Ancestor Evil Dragon's faces changed dramatically, shock filling their eyes. With their strength, they could sense it—the vein beneath the Land of Blood was truly gone.
"Hmph. To make me fall into slumber, to steal the Ancestral Vein—such a feat cannot be done by ordinary means. Tell me—was it you?!"
Blood Spirit's cold gaze locked onto them, suspicion blazing.
Undeniably, only they had the power to accomplish such a thing.
The suspicion was overwhelming.
"Hmph. Don't slander me. Who would covet your vein?"
Ancestor Evil Dragon sneered. With a flick of his sleeve, he turned to leave. This mess, he wanted no part in.
"Leave? Hand over the vein before you go."
Blood Spirit's eyes flashed coldly. With a wave, endless blood light surged forth, sweeping to bar the way.