Chapter 59: The River of Blood Hangs for Eight Hundred Miles, No Innocent Souls Beneath the Yuantu Sword

“Don’t put on such a lazy face.”
Chen Yang laughed and scolded, pointing at the Blood River Formation. The crowd of monsters were dazed, all tumbling into the blood river. Those slain monsters, sinking and rising in the river, were immediately refined into divine demons. Compared to their original chaotic demon power, the divine demon magic after the river's purification was far more potent and pure—much more useful than before.
The blood river surged for eight hundred miles, with a banner and a flag planted at its head and tail, the great flag billowing, the black pennant fluttering.
As the Blood River Formation completed, the aftershocks of the monsters’ attacks shattered the Water Mirror Formation, revealing the true forms of the Dragon Palace and the so-called “True Dragon.”
“Humans.”
“We’ve been tricked.”
“Stop at once!”
The monsters shouted, but their hands did not cease.
Once the mask is torn away, how can it be restored?
Moreover, Chen Yang’s sorcery secretly sowed discord, so even though they knew they’d fallen into a trap, they could not immediately set aside their divisions to form a united front.
The reason Chen Yang employed these tactics was because, should the monsters unite, even he would not dare claim he’d emerge unscathed. Now unable to combine their strength, each solitary Nascent Soul monster was, in his eyes, nothing but a chicken or a dog.
“The Immortal Way preserves life, the Great Dao delights in slaughter; all things end in death. You, who steal the Dao and life, are scorned by the Great Path, offenders of all beings, despised by humanity, and hated by the gods. Yet most importantly, I despise you. Today, I shall send you on your way.”
Having entered the human path, his demonic nature had faded. Before killing, he now sought such lofty justification.
Compared to Chen Yang’s elaborate speech, Zhong Shenxiu was resolute. Man and sword became one, transforming into a dazzling sword light. Amid thunderous roars, he plunged into the blood river, leaving no monster able to resist his passage.
Zhong Shenxiu, born a sword immortal, had fought the Taiyi Sect for over ten years, gaining vast experience. He ignored the Nascent Soul monsters, instead diving among the Core Formation ones. In a mere instant, over a dozen monsters fell to his blade.
While his disciple’s swordplay was grand and imposing, Chen Yang’s was more subtle and mysterious. The killing intent filled the skies; the light of the Yuan Tu Sword weaved through the air, chilling hearts, while the Invisible Sword lurked, ready to strike.
Two swords—one fiercely attacking, one maneuvering—slew a Nascent Soul monster in the blink of an eye.

Chen Yang’s swordplay was not only subtle and his flying sword formidable, but his methods were endless. With a twist of his hands, bloodflame demonic fire rained down, the nameless karmic fire pierced nine layers of void, burning the monsters to wails, and occasionally thunder and divine lightning mixed in.
The more he slew, the smoother it became. The Yuan Tu Sword was born for innate slaughter, but when it emerged, Chen Yang had entered the Dao and remained restrained, rarely enjoying uninhibited killing. Thus, this innate treasure sword had long been shrouded in dust.
Now, with his mind set on slaughter, he finally matched the nature of this innate killing sword. A blood-red sword light expanded and contracted unpredictably, following a thread of innate killing intent—wherever it passed, no monster could withstand it.
The blood river churned; the monsters he killed sank to the riverbed, and in moments, divine demons rose from the waters, vastly increasing Chen Yang’s power.
The Blood God Scripture was the foremost secret of the Demon Sect, the true lineage of the Great Ashura. Once cultivated, a single blood shadow could seize another’s Dao and power—it was the Demon Sect’s most ferocious and formidable art.
Chen Yang’s Blood River technique was born of this scripture, inheriting its strengths: the more he killed, the stronger his power grew.
The monsters, terrified by the slaughter, began to beg for mercy, offering themselves as his subordinates.
Seeing this, Chen Yang was not pleased, but enraged:
“To find life in death—such cowards, what use are you? If you will not fight now, when will you?”
Chen Yang removed the demonic suppression, inciting their ferocity, for only souls refined in such fury could become useful divine demons.
Without the demonic restraint and knowing Chen Yang would grant no chance for survival, the monsters awakened the ferocity in their bloodlines.
Witnessing this, Chen Yang, now reveling in slaughter, exclaimed joyfully:
“Only such souls are truly mighty.”
The light of the Yuan Tu Sword surged, and the Invisible Sword, which had always cooperated, seemed startled, withdrawing its light and distancing itself from the innate killing sword radiating such savage energy.
Chen Yang’s ferocity was laid bare, and Zhong Shenxiu was no less fierce—sword and body as one, thunder roaring, slaughtering the Core Formation monsters as they fled in all directions through the blood river, yet never escaping its eight hundred miles.
Master and disciple slaughtered monsters in the East Sea, and the Eastern Victory Continent, having received his message, began its own counterattack.
The essence of the monsters had all been drawn to the East Sea, leaving only six Nascent Soul monsters guarding the Eastern Victory Continent. At this time, Ye Fa and three others appeared together. The monster army, which had barely held the endless beasts and humans at stalemate, began to collapse after one of their own was killed in a joint attack.
Corpses piled high along the coast, now even more drenched in blood. Endless slaughter aura arose, continuously empowering the Yuan Tu Sword, refining the essence of the monsters and making the innate killing sword ever more ferocious and extraordinary.
The rout was irreversible. The remaining five monsters retreated to the Northern Wilderness. There, another Nascent Soul monster stood guard, famed as the wisest among the monsters: Lord Azure Sky, whose true form was an Azure Sky Crab, and who had conceived and presided over the blood sacrifice ritual.
Upon learning all had been orchestrated by the humans, though unaware of what transpired in the East Sea Dragon Palace, the Azure Sky Crab immediately prepared for the worst.
He gathered all remaining monsters to continue the blood sacrifice, summoning the projection of their true spirits.
This act was not to contend further with humanity, for Chen Yang’s calculations had ensured that almost all low-grade monsters were trapped on the Eastern Victory Continent, leaving insufficient material for the blood sacrifice.
Using only the tens of millions of humans bred by the monsters as sacrifice, it was possible to summon the true spirit’s shadow—but to annihilate humanity with it was no longer feasible. He sought instead to use the true spirit’s arrival and the opening of the spatial channel to escape to the Spirit Realm with the surviving monsters, hoping for future resurgence.
Of course, this was the last resort. At this moment, Lord Azure Sky still hoped the monsters sent to the East Sea Dragon Palace might return.
Though the defeat in the Eastern Victory Continent had wounded the monsters’ vitality, costing them most low-grade beasts, as long as their essence remained, in a thousand years or so, once new beasts had multiplied, they could again vie with humanity for dominion over the world.
East Sea.
Under the extreme slaughter by Chen Yang and his disciple, in less than half a day, over twenty Nascent Soul monsters and more than a thousand Core Formation monsters were all exterminated.
Chen Yang stood atop a blood lotus above the river, one hand on his sword, the other holding the Heavenly Demon Banner, with the Mysterious Water Command Flag fluttering behind him.
Divine demons rose from the river, gathering at his sides.
His disciple, Zhong Shenxiu, sat beside him, wiping his sword.
Such a scene truly recalled a fraction of the grandeur seen by the old Blood Lotus Demon in the Heavenly Demon Illusion, when he beheld the Blood Sea Demon Ancestor.
Indeed: Eight hundred miles the blood river hangs high, beneath the Yuan Tu Sword, no soul escapes its fate.