This ray of blood light was unlike the dried-up crimson hue of the blood pool—it bloomed with an exceptionally rich intensity. One could even feel the blood fiend aura it contained, flowing with a faint divine radiance. Its sudden appearance was like a beacon in the dark, catching everyone's eye. The blood pool had already attracted many cultivators, and in an instant, all gazes turned to the light.
"There's a treasure!"
"There's actually a hidden treasure beneath the blood pool! Judging by the looks of it, even the Zerg didn't know about it. If the pool hadn't collapsed, it never would've been revealed!"
"What… is that thing?"
At this moment, the object within the blood pool instantly became the center of attention. Even Yi Tianxing was no exception.
He had thought the trip would be a waste, yet an unexpected surprise had just emerged.
"Three treasures."
With his powerful eyesight, Yi Tianxing immediately discerned the three items concealed within the blood light.
The first was a crimson Bodhi seed. Blood light surrounded it, but instead of Buddhist imagery, the glow revealed hordes of blood fiends, evil spirits, and malevolent ghosts. It radiated a terrifying, demonic aura—almost as if it would devour the soul of anyone who gazed too long. This was no ordinary item—it was an exotic treasure known as the Blood Bodhi of All Spirits (万灵血菩提).
The second was a blood-red grain of rice, roughly the size of a grown man's palm. Its surface flickered with the shadows of evil ghosts and shura demons. This was clearly no ordinary spirit grain. A mere glance left an unforgettable impression.
The third item was a crimson-jade skeleton. It had a humanoid structure, and even the bones had turned into blood jade, radiating a chilling blood fiend aura—but oddly, it did not emit an evil presence. Instead, it exuded a quiet, steady threat. Just looking at it made one's hair stand on end. Clearly, it was not a mundane object.
"Blood Bodhi of All Spirits, Blood Shura Rice, Blood Jade Skeleton."
Yi Tianxing's Heavenless Codex immediately transmitted the details of the three treasures to his mind.
The Blood Bodhi of All Spirits was an extraordinary exotic treasure, shrouded in mystery.
The Blood Shura Rice was an incredibly rare type of spirit grain, born in lands steeped in blood fiend energy. It absorbed the aura of blood and death from heaven and earth, and its grains would even manifest ghostly images of shura demons. Its killing intent was so intense that ordinary people would feel as though they were plunged into a hellish battlefield upon seeing it.
Each grain was the size of a palm and contained dense, refined blood fiend energy. For demons, it boosted demonic arts; for cultivators, it refined willpower, boosted qi and blood, and enhanced body cultivation. It was ranked a top-tier heavenly-grade spirit grain—one of the best among all spirit grains.
Its true value lay in the fact that this was a seed. Once cultivated, it wouldn't just be a one-time gain—but the beginning of a renewable resource, forming a lasting foundation of power and value.
As for the Blood Jade Skeleton, it was even more peculiar. Also an exotic treasure, it was the perfect material for crafting an external avatar, one with immense growth potential. It was said to even possess a death-substitution effect.
Its value was truly immeasurable.
The three items floated in the blood light—but then, under a mysterious force, they shot off in three different directions.
"Treasures—exotic treasures! Who knew there were such valuable items hidden here?"
"Grab them! Those treasures belong to us!"
"We can't let the other races get them!"
In a flash, the surrounding alien cultivators acted without hesitation. There were only three treasures, but far more than three factions. There was no time for diplomacy. There was only one rule: Snatch it!
If you got it, it was yours.
If you didn't, you were simply too weak—no one to blame but yourself.
But before the strongest among them could make a move, the treasures had already streaked across the sky.
"One of them is flying toward me! If Heaven gives and I don't take—it's a crime!"
As Yi Tianxing prepared to act, he noticed that the Blood Bodhi of All Spirits was flying straight toward him.
Without a second thought, he reached out and seized it, then immediately stored it in his Celestial Pagoda.
"Damn you, puny human! How dare you take that treasure?! Hand it over, or I'll tear you to pieces!"
A massive werewolf let out a furious roar, dashing forward like a storm. A razor-sharp wolf claw, like a mountain-splitting blade, slashed at Yi Tianxing, coated in lethal killing intent.
He wasn't just trying to steal the treasure—he intended to kill.
He could always say it was an accident later.
This claw attack was ferocious.
"You're asking to die!"
Yi Tianxing sensed the deadly killing intent instantly—this wasn't a joke. The werewolf meant to kill.
His left hand moved forward, drawing a circular arc through the air. The savage wolf claw, initially heading for his chest, was suddenly deflected, as if pulled away by an unseen force.
Boom!
Yi Tianxing stepped forward, his body as firm as a mountain. With a roar, he launched a punch—simple, direct, and devastating. The werewolf had no time to evade.
An invisible force disturbed his balance, disrupting his movements. Before he could react, Yi Tianxing's iron fist slammed into his chest.
Crack!
A thunderous noise. The towering werewolf was sent flying backwards, blood spewing from his mouth. Bits of internal organs flew with it.
His heart had been shattered to pulp.
Before he even hit the ground, he was already dead.
Instant kill.
Tai Chi Fist Force!
Mighty Bull Demon Fist!
The first was a martial art he had practiced even before the Cataclysm—Tai Chi, now empowered by true energy and true essence, had become far more potent. The deeper he trained, the more he realized its profoundness. Still, his version seemed incomplete, perhaps missing the true teachings from Wudang's legendary Tai Chi Sutra.
Even so, the Yin-Yang force of Tai Chi, borrowing strength and diverting power, proved incredibly effective.
In an instant, he had slain a werewolf with an indestructible physique.
The werewolf's strength was clearly at the Life Orifice Realm—yet he died with a single blow.
This display cloaked Yi Tianxing in an aura of death, making his entire figure seem massive and overwhelming.
"Unbelievable! That werewolf was a Life Orifice Realm cultivator, and he was killed with just one punch! His organs were crushed! That was pure brute force—how strong is this guy?"
"As expected of the Lord of Xuanhuang Castle! The leading human powerhouse in this region! I heard that Life Orifices must be connected to form a Life Map—I wonder how many orifices he's opened already…"
All around, the alien experts were stunned, pupils contracting violently. They instantly realized: Yi Tianxing was not someone to provoke lightly.
"Damn you! How dare you kill a warrior of the Wolfman Clan—you must die here today!"
Another wolfman roared in fury. Seeing a clansman slaughtered in such brutal fashion ignited a storm of rage in his heart.
He believed that, had his kin fought at full strength, he wouldn't have died so quickly. He hadn't even had a chance to use his divine ability!
"If it's a fight you want, why waste words?"
Yi Tianxing locked eyes with the approaching wolfman.
Three wolfmen had come this time.
The one before him was no ordinary warrior—he was a clan elder, and the younger brother of the wolfman chieftain, known as Lang Wuxin.
Having seized one of the treasures himself, he had witnessed the death of his comrade and could not hold back his killing intent.
"Die!"
Lang Wuxin's lips curled into a sinister, bloodthirsty smile. With a cold shout, his figure suddenly blurred.
In an instant, seven or eight afterimages appeared around him. Each was so vivid, so real, they were nearly indistinguishable from the original.
He moved in for the kill.
In his hand appeared a long, massive battle blade.
As he slashed, all the phantoms did the same—attacking from multiple directions at once.