That was an elite Deity Transformation Tier cultivator. With a mere thought, he could crush a Spiritual Infant Tier cultivator to death; no matter how monstrous Ling Han was, there was no way he would be able to fight back against such an existence.
“So soon?” Ling Han frowned. If an elite Deity Transformation Tier cultivator really came, what was he supposed to do to resist? After so many days, the two corpses of divine beings had already lost too much immortal-level pressure. By now, they most probably would only be capable of suppressing a Flower Blossom Tier cultivator, and that was practically useless for him—did he still need help in standing against a Flower Blossom Tier cultivator?
“Young Master Han, for the sake of our lives, please don’t interfere in this matter. You are not capable of interfering, either,” Na Zhi Yan advised. Furthermore, he suspected that the vial, which even a Deity Transformation Tier cultivator like Si Kong Yun placed so much importance on, had to have effects even superior to the level of Deity Transformation Tier.
If so, it definitely had to be incredibly awesome. If the news about the vial was leaked, perhaps even the Royal Clan would make a move on it.
Ling Han shook his head. There was no way he could allow excavation of this old mine to continue but he could not ignore the threat that a Deity Transformation Tier cultivator could pose, either. So why not do it this way? He would obtain that cursed Tool and have that Deity Transformation Tier cultivator hunt him down instead.
Anyways, he was planning to head to the central prefecture. There was a natural barrier separating the various zones, and if a Deity Transformation Tier cultivator headed that way, his power would be seriously weakened. Furthermore, Deity Transformation Tier cultivators could really not be considered particularly powerful there.
Decided, then.
Ling Han had been planning to dig out that cursed Tool in the first place, so naturally, it was now an even more urgent matter on his agenda.
He returned to the old mine and journeyed deep within, beginning his search with Hu Niu by his side.
The old mine was a very special place. The aura of the cursed Tool soared within like wisps of blood, preventing divine sense from spreading out. This caused Ling Han to have no way to investigate objects that were too far a distance away from him. But because he knew that the vial could possibly be the source of this Cursed Qi, Ling Han knew what he had to do, and that was to head to the area where the Cursed Qi was strongest.
When he found it, he then had to begin digging.
On the matter of digging, he definitely was more efficient than 10,000 miners put together.
What kind of power did the Flower Blossom Tier possess? Be it stone or dirt, they would be easily pierced through. Furthermore, there was no need for him to expend unnecessary effort to move out the dirt he had dug out, either, since he could simply toss it all into the Black Tower.
The space inside was overwhelmingly huge; who knew how many mountain ranges or oceans he could store inside.
His efficiency rate was thus incredibly high, of course. After merely less than half a day’s time, the aura soaring up from the ground was as crimson as blood, and upon contact, his skin would immediately turn blood red in color. A powerful urge to commit violence and bloodshed would rise up in his heart, with a desire to kill all living creatures.
This effect was very big, and in a short while, both Ling Han and Hu Niu felt incredible pressure. They hurriedly entered into the Black Tower to take a break.
“This is not the power of the curse; rather, it is possible that the ultimate cultivator who had died here had a violent nature. As time passed, it continued to affect the area here,” Small Tower said.
Ling Han frowned, and said, “What you mean is, that this place not only contains a cursed Tool, there could also possibly be the body of an ultimate cultivator buried here.”
“Mayhap that person was killed by that cursed Tool,” Small Tower deduced.
After staying inside the Black Tower for a long time, the violent urge in their bodies finally vanished, and the two once again left the Black Tower and continued digging. Hu Niu was naturally a good hand at it since her little claws were extremely sharp.
“What a powerful resentment!” After digging for over a dozen minutes, Ling Han got a sudden shock and felt as if something had entered into his body. It was a strange feeling, and made him feel threatened for some reason.
Was this the power of the curse?
It would not immediately take one’s life, but would have imperceptible influence, and finally cause one to die suddenly.
“Vial!” Hu Niu exclaimed, pointing at the ground.
Ling Han nodded. The opening of a vial was exposed there, so he hurriedly continued to dig. Soon enough, the whole vial was out in the open. It was only about a foot tall and very slender. It was made out of jade; even if it had been buried underground for many years, it was not the slightest bit damaged.
There was a large number of designs on the body of the vial. It should be some kind of martial intent that was related to curses.
He wanted to pick up the jade vial, but when he tried, he actually found out that he was not able to pick it up.
Was it rooted to the ground?
He increased the force he was exerting, and the jade vial was finally picked up. However, once it left the ground, a blood-colored fountain gushed forth, and an extremely terrifying aura spread out in all directions. Even if Ling Han had the divine sense of the Heaven Tier, he felt a shiver as if a great catastrophe was about to happen.
“Let’s go!” He put away the jade vial, hurriedly picked Hu Niu up, and flew upwards.
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Hong , the blood-colored fountain was getting increasingly fiercer. At first, it was merely about as wide as an arm, but soon grew to be as wide as an adult man, and eventually as tall as a well. Finally, it became like a natural geyser, waves of blood soaring to the skies as if it meant to flood the whole world.
Ling Han flew upwards all the way. Underneath him was the quickly rising water level. It was practically hot on his heels. Zi, zi, zi , with its terrifying erosive properties, his shoes began to corrode, followed by his socks. The soles of his feet also became extraordinarily itchy as layer after layer of skin peeled off, as if even his blood and flesh was going to be melted, with only his skeleton left behind.
This was really too scary. Merely a little steam evaporated from the liquid had this level of erosive properties… then if he was really swallowed up by the wave of blood, could he still survive?
One had to know that he was one who was cultivating the Indestructible Heaven Scroll, and his physical body was on par with precious metals of the same level. If it was any other Flower Blossom Tier cultivator in his place, he’d probably be melted down into a puddle of bloody water now.
Ling Han quickly drew Hu Niu into the Black Tower, and continued to fly upwards with all his might.
Could it be that the ground was actually a huge array, and the jade vial was the formation’s eye—its heart? Now that he had extracted the formation’s eye, the huge array stopped functioning, and whatever was being suppressed inside immediately appeared.
…Then hadn’t he caused a huge problem?
Thankfully, everyone who was here had evacuated. Otherwise, the miners who had been here would have been swallowed up by this ocean of blood.
Peng , Ling Han flew up to the skies, and soon reached a spot right above the old mine.
The pillar of blood soared to the skies and reached at least one hundred feet in height before it began to fall back down. Great amounts of bloody water surged forth, and the whole ancient mine had become a lake in a mere instant. As far as the eye could see, it was a stretch of blood red.
Ling Han stood on the banks of the “lake” and held his breath. There was a strong smell of iron coming from this bloody water, as if a great massacre had just occurred. The smell was particularly strong, ma
king even him feel as if he was about to transform into a great monster that wanted to slaughter all in this world.
Was this really blood? If it was, then how many people would have to die to create such an overwhelming amount?
Ling Han could not help but feel his hair stand on ends. He was very clear how colossal the old mine was, but he had no absolutely no estimate of the size of the space sealed beneath the jade vial. But to fill up merely the whole space inside the old mine, perhaps the blood of even ten million might not be enough.
“You guessed wrongly. At most, there is only the blood of about a dozen people,” Small Tower piped up.
“How could that be?!” Ling Han immediately exclaimed in shock. If the amount here was only the blood of about a dozen people, then how big would these people have to be? The size of a mountain?
“The higher the ability of a cultivator, the more blood they possess. A little blood would be enough to form a sea by itself, what is there to be so shocked about?” Small Tower countered. “The blood here originates from over a dozen different sources, so at most, it must have come from over a dozen people.”
Ling Han was just about to speak when he paused. He saw a flash of white light appear in the lake of blood, which was soon followed by the appearance of a white-colored corpse floating on the waters, causing ripples to appear on the surface. It was a man, and when he had been alive, he had definitely been extremely handsome. At this moment, he was dressed entirely in white, with a wound on his chest that had caused his heart to explode directly in his chest.
Another corpse appeared. This one was a bald man who wore clay yellow clothing. There were actually nine dots marked on his head, and he wore a string of beads on his chest. His attire was extremely strange. He, too, had a hole in his chest, which showed that his heart had burst directly from the wound.
“Is this the so-called ancient monk?” Ling Han had heard of how the ancient monks dressed. They gave up meat and fish and forbade killing of any sort. They were bound by strict monastic commandments.
The third corpse appeared. This one was a girl of unsurpassed beauty. She wore a long red skirt, which merged with the bloody water; it was not possible to distinguish where the skirt ended and the bloody water began.
She did not die from having her heart crushed but there was a bloody hole on her jade-like forehead, which had caused her lamentable death.
This was really a captivating beauty. Anyone who saw her would feel the urge to sigh in pity at her death.
She was soon followed by the fourth corpse.
Ling Han took count. There was a total of twelve corpses. They seemed to have been suppressed underground before, and now, they were all released in one go.
Ling Han was extremely clear how terrifying the erosive abilities this bloody water had. However, though these corpses had been buried for a few centuries, or even a few millenia, they had not rotted at all. Then, how powerful had these people been when they were still alive?
Could Heaven Tier cultivators… be this strong?
Ling Han was unsure. He now only possessed a sliver of the Heaven Tier divine sense, and could only make a rough deduction about those who might have been on the same cultivation level as he had once been. He was not able to obtain a definite answer.
Perhaps, these people might possibly even have been in the Shattering Void Tier.
The problem was, although these people had all died from fatal blows to varying critical points, they shared a common feature, and that was that they had all been struck fatally by fists. They had their heart crushed or head pierced through by a punch as if they were facing an unsurpassed god, their only destiny to die in an instant.
The blood of these twelve ultimate elites combined to form this lake of blood.
“What!?” A shocked expression appeared on Ling Han’s face. There actually emerged a silver-colored spider the size of a mountain on the surface of the lake. Every single leg was like a divine spear, the aura exuding from it incredibly terrifying, making him feel as if he was made of fragile porcelain that, with the current barrage of aura, was beginning to crack.
This was no illusion. Ling Han looked down and could feel multiple cracks appearing on his hands. At this moment, beads of blood emerged from these cracks, and there were more and more appearing. They formed a straight line and dripped downwards without end.
Too terrifying; he was merely standing here at such a big distance, and it was enough to make him feel like he was about to collapse!
Heaven Tier cultivators could not reach this level of power, and this world only allowed power up to Shattering Void Tier level; thus, this silver spider definitely had to be of the Shattering Void Tier level.
This giant silver spider merely glanced at Ling Han yet did not have any expression at all. It behaved high and mighty, as if it was an invincible creature.
It did indeed have no need to look at Ling Han in contempt, because both parties were not on the same level at all. Just like how Ling Han would look at a common man—did he need to treat the other with contempt to reflect his superior might?
It was merely a sweeping glance, and Ling Han felt as if his body was about to be crushed. His spirit similarly felt like it was about to burst.
Perhaps Ling Han had to return to the Heaven Tier to be able to stand strong against this kind of aura—and that was merely the aura.
Hong , it was at this moment a gigantic whirlpool appeared in the lake of blood. The waters immediately began to sink, and the speed was gradually increasing. Within a few breaths’ time, the waters of the lake of blood had completely disappeared, and these twelve corpses had naturally disappeared with them.
The silver spider stretched its colossal eight legs and shrank in size before becoming a streak of light. With a xiu , it leaped into the mineshaft, and could no longer be seen.
What was up with this old mine?
Ling Han frowned deeply. At the beginning, he had only thought that a Cursed Tool had been buried here, or perhaps it was a great ultimate cultivator that had affected this piece of land. However, though he had indeed obtained a Cursed Tool, twelve corpses that had been extremely mighty in their lifetimes had also appeared. Furthermore, there was also a giant silver spider that he suspected was still alive!
He couldn’t even be sure if that was a false image from eons ago or a real creature.
With power to that extent, he naturally had no way to get near it, and thus, of course, no way to study it closely.
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At first, he had had thought that all the mysteries would be solved once the mine was completely excavated, but who knew that even more riddles would emerge.
The bloody waters had completely vanished, and peace returned to the old mine. However, Ling Han was not the slightest bit at peace. He sensed that there were still great many secrets hidden in this world.
In his last life, he had indeed explored numerous ancient sites, but in terms of level, this time could be considered number two.
…The first on the list was naturally when he encountered the Black Tower, which had crushed him directly. Moreover, Small Tower would frequently act tsundere and say that it could destroy this entire world with a single move.
Ling Han entered into the Black Tower. Since he was not able to figure things out for the moment, he’d first deal with that vial.
“Small Tower, what is this thing?” he asked.
“A Cursed Tool,” Small Tower said calmly, appearing out of nowhere.
This Tool Spirit had always been very tsundere; whatever it saw, it would think it was inferior to itself by uncountable levels. What made Ling Han fell even more depressed was that was indeed the fact, so he didn’t even have the chance to crack down on Small Tower.
“How do I use it?” Ling Han felt no shame in continuing his questions.
Small Tower said, “If you want to curse someone, then take something from his body, like hair or a finge
rnail. Then, place it in the vial. Do you see the designs on the body of the vial? Those represent the effects of the curse.
“For example, illness, berserk, madness, death, misfortune.
“Whatever curse you want to lay, activate the corresponding designs. Blood, flesh, hair, and skin have close relations with the main body, and would be able to have effect even if there was a distance of 10,000 miles.”
Ling Han was surprised. He had initially thought that these designs were martial intent, but had not thought that they actually symbolized the “button” to curse someone. He thought for a moment and could not help but be astonished, asking, “Then if that’s the case, someone would only need to take my hair, fingernail, or blood that I had just shed and would be able to lay a curse on me?”
“Naturally.” Small Tower nodded. “Therefore, please be as cautious as possible. However, curses vary from person to person. The stronger your ability, and the tougher your natal horoscope, the higher level the Cursed Tool or the Cursemaster needs to be to successfully lay a curse on you.”
Ling Han nodded. From now onwards, he would take care. Who knew if he would be secretly targeted by some Cursemaster one day.
“Would this Cursed Tool be able to take effect on a Deity Transformation Tier cultivator?” A thought flashed in his head. If it was not able to even do so much, then what did Xuan Kong Mind want this thing for?
Perhaps even Heaven Tier or Shattering Void Tier cultivators would be affected—this Cursed Tool had been suppressing twelve extremely terrifying ancient corpses. Moreover, there was still that mountain-sized silver spider, which might be greatly related as well.
“We’ll do an experiment first.” Ling Han summoned Na Zhi Yan over and said, “Pluck out a hair for me.”
“Young Master Han, may I know what you need my hair for?” Na Zhi Yan asked in bafflement as he handed him the hair. How could Na Zhi Yan possibly dare resist? It was only a single hair; it wasn’t that he had to sell off his an*s.
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