Chapter 5729
Even some grotesque blood-sea demons, born in such harsh conditions, sensed the powerful aura of the dragons and mostly chose to lie in wait. However, some foolishly attempted to attack, only to be easily torn apart by the dragons.
The search was long, tedious, and fraught with danger.
During this time, they encountered several terrifying blood-red storms, containing chaotic spatial power and powerful soul impacts.
If Chen Ping hadn’t stabilized the space with the Demon-Suppressing Tower in time and protected the dragons with his own powerful divine sense, some dragons might have been injured or even perished.
They also stumbled into a illusory soul domain, permeated with colorless and odorless soul toxins that could induce the deepest fears and illusions in living beings.
Several dragons with weak wills nearly turned on each other, but fortunately, Chen Ping dispelled the toxins in time with the Origin of Illusion.
Days passed, and they searched the vast and boundless Netherworld Blood Sea for a full ten days, still without finding the exact location of the Burial Abyss.
Even Chen Ping was beginning to feel a sense of unease. This Soul Devourer is indeed as cunning as a fox, hiding so deeply!
“Mr. Chen, searching like this isn’t a solution. This sea of blood is too vast, and it’s draining us considerably.”
Old Hei impatiently unleashed a burst of dragon breath, incinerating a patch of vengeful spirits in front of them.
Chen Ping remained silent for a moment, a resolute glint in his eyes. He stopped, hovering above the sea of blood, the Demon-Suppressing Tower slowly appearing in his palm.
“Since we can’t find him, we’ll force him out!”
He activated the Demon-Suppressing Tower, its body radiating a soft yet incredibly vast light. A force of attraction and suppression targeting divine souls, especially evil ones, rippled outwards from the tower like waves!
As a nemesis of divine souls, the Demon-Suppressing Tower, in this sea of vengeful spirits, is like a lighthouse in the darkness, undoubtedly possessing a special sensitivity and attraction to remnant souls of the Soul Devourer’s level!
Sure enough, less than an incense stick’s time after the Demon-Suppressing Tower unleashed its full power!
“Buzz—!”
About a thousand miles away, the sea of blood suddenly boiled violently, and a huge, bottomless vortex slowly formed!
At the center of the vortex, a cold, evil, and incomparably powerful, yet ethereal, soul fluctuation, like a slumbering ancient beast, slowly awakened!
Chen Ping was extremely familiar with that soul fluctuation—it was the Soul Devourer!
“Found it!”
A glint flashed in Chen Ping’s eyes. He put away the Demon-Suppressing Tower and led the dragon army towards the vortex!
A thousand miles was covered in an instant.
The vortex was enormous, hundreds of miles in diameter, its swirling blood like an entrance to hell, emanating a chilling suction force.
At the center of the vortex, there wasn’t complete darkness, but rather a faint, eerie light emanating from it, as if a hidden world lay hidden within.
“The Abyss of Soul Burial…it seems this is it.”
Chen Ping could sense an independent spatial barrier beneath the vortex.
“Let’s go down!”
Skilled and daring, he took the lead, transforming into a streak of light and rushing directly into the center of the vortex.
Old Black, Cen Biqing, and the other dragons followed closely behind.
Passing through a viscous blood barrier and a powerful spatial membrane, the scene before them suddenly opened up.
This wasn’t the dark abyss they had imagined, but a vast, empty, and eerie underground space.
The sky was dark red, like congealed blood; there was no sun, moon, or stars, only a faint light emanating from an unknown source.
The earth was pitch black, strewn with bizarre and jagged rocks, and the air was thick with a stench of blood and the resentment of souls ten times stronger than outside.
At the very center of this space stood a colossal throne constructed from countless skulls!
Upon the throne sat a figure.
This figure was not a physical entity, but rather composed of incredibly solid shadows and resentment.
A faint black soul fire burned around it, its face blurred, except for a pair of eyes, like two eerie green will-o’-the-wisps, burning with endless venom, greed, and an ancient, cold indifference.