[The Blood Demon Secret Realm.]
[This was the legendary domain where the Blood Demon had fallen. A place soaked in the remnants of countless battles, where corpses littered the barren land and the air was thick with a sinister aura.]
[Blood Demon himself had been ruthless, cunning, and cruel, slaughtering mortals, immortals, and beasts alike to strengthen himself. Rumors told that even in death, though still mortal, his power could rival the strongest cultivators alive, all fueled by a single sword—the Blood-Devouring Demonic Sword.]
[Countless cultivators had awaited the rare opening of this secret realm for generations, drawn not by morality or honor, but by the promise of incomparable power. Many sought to claim the sword, regardless of the risks, knowing that to step in was to court danger and death.]
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[In the fifty-seventh year, you and Mo Tianxuan approached the edge of the Blood Demon Secret Realm, emerging near the Da Ming Dynasty of the mortal world.]
[The surrounding area teemed with cultivators from major sects, holy lands, and even mortals who had studied the legends. All eyes were locked on the imminent opening of the realm, a mix of fear, anticipation, and greed reflected in every gaze.]
[When the realm finally manifested, its portal shimmered with a dark crimson light. Waves of cultivators surged forward, desperate to claim their inheritance. Only those below the Fusion stage could enter.]
[Upon stepping inside, you and Mo Tianxuan were instantly teleported to random locations within the realm. Attempts to sense each other's presence proved futile, the realm itself distorting perception and masking movement.]
[The land was hellish and barren, littered with skeletons and remnants of long-dead cultivators. Unlike the lush, mystical realms described in past-life novels, this place was harsh, desolate, and unforgiving.]
[Almost immediately, a thin figure with Nascent Soul cultivation appeared. Without hesitation, he launched a full-strength assault toward you. Your response was instantaneous: a single punch sent his head flying, red and white matter splattering across the scorched earth.]
[Moments later, his blood and flesh were absorbed into the ground—not nourishing the earth, but feeding the Blood-Devouring Demonic Sword itself.]
[Pressing forward, you soon encountered a 4th-level monstrous guardian, a hulking crimson beast radiating murderous intent, protecting a Blood Strengthening Lotus—a 4th-grade elixir that could fortify the blood and Qi of body cultivators, and rivaled an elixir of immortality for martial artists.]
[With practiced efficiency, you struck the monster down, seizing the elixir and securing it in your storage space before the corpse could be consumed by the sword's influence. Refining it strengthened your blood and Qi, though it brought no immediate qualitative leap in power. Still, even a small gain was better than none.]
[Over the following month, you battled continuously—fighting mid-stage 6th-level monsters, eliminating wandering cultivators, and claiming their treasures. Killing a 6th-level monster had now become routine, your sword intent slicing through even the most formidable foes with ease.]
["Some still believe they can ambush me successfully… How delusional," you thought, shattering a nearby stone with overwhelming sword intent.]
[Then a voice pierced the silence: "So, you've found me… then go to hell." A figure lunged at you, but before he could reach you, his head was severed.]
["Still want to die a heroic death, huh?" you murmured sarcastically, surveying the corpse.]
[By now, your cultivation had reached the mid-stage of the Golden Elixir realm. You paused, noting how the constant fighting and looting had refined your instincts and sharpened your skills.]
[Two months of relentless exploration and battle passed. You had ascended to the late-stage of the Golden Elixir realm, standing among the strongest within the secret realm. Your eyes now carried a faint, unsated murderous intent, reflecting countless confrontations.]
[As you began counting your accumulated loot, a sudden spiritual light shot into the sky. The Blood-Devouring Demonic Sword had chosen to manifest in the world.]