Chapter 380 Please Set Off on Your Journey (30 Chapters)

380 Please embark on your journey thirty days ago

The space exploded with a deafening roar, and the faint sound of deathly music filled the air. Killing intent permeated the air, the Yin Earth realm opened, the passage opened, and dragon energy surged forth from all directions in an instant.

Many ghosts seized the opportunity to emerge, and the surrounding area instantly became chaotic, filled with the sounds of fighting and wailing.

One, dressed in magnificent red, wearing a golden crown and long feathers, with piercing eyes, majestic and domineering. Appearing suddenly, like a blazing flame, fiery and unrestrained.

Without the slightest hesitation, he swung his longsword, and with a single strike, the blade flashed, a powerful gust of wind swept in, and he slashed down at the nearest person.

The last person was only in time; the voice abruptly stopped, 'East wind…'

The newly gathered literary energy, before it could even launch an attack, was severed with a single stroke, blood splattering everywhere, staining the ground, the people, and the magnificent, crystal-walled palace red.

Suddenly, the surrounding space transformed into a crimson ocean, a crimson as deep as blood. A minister hurriedly warned, "Be careful! This is the Martial Emperor's Illusion, the Blood Sea, a place of thirst for blood."

"Take up your sword and go!" A sword beam suddenly appeared in the space, heading straight for the Red King's face.

Seemingly fearless, the sight of blood only fueled his killing spree. His true energy surged into his weapon, and his longsword, like a fiery dragon, churned with crimson flames!

With a single, powerful strike, the blade blazed like a raging inferno, slicing through the attacker and severing his neck. Blood gushed forth.

On the other side, His Highness the Crown Prince was surrounded by attackers dressed in crimson, their hatred seemingly irreconcilable, each move deadly.

The eldest prince's face was calm and serene, like still and deep well water!

A flash of silver light appeared, like a silver lightning bolt, and the surrounding space rose up, revealing an eerie blackness, silence, and the terror of corpses scattered everywhere.

At this moment, the eldest prince's face was ashen, his sword moves were agile and unpredictable, and a bright, dazzling light suddenly pierced towards the back of the Crimson King.

Both sides attempted to break through the enemy's defenses and find an opening. The figures engaged in combat rapidly shifted positions on the battlefield, their swords and blades flashing intertwined.

Red King suddenly enhanced his power, unleashing a terrifying sword aura that transformed into a red divine rainbow, heading straight for the First Prince's face.

Swift as lightning, suddenly a flash of sword light appeared, its cold gleam dazzling, and its sharp sword wind seemed to slice through the air.

"Stop! It's you, General Red! No way, weren't you dead?" A surprised, incredulous voice pressed on.

"Are you happy if I die?" The Red King did not sheath his sword; the blade's light grew even hotter, and its aura roared like a tiger and a dragon.

"If you want me to back down, you'll have to see how much strength you have to show," the Red King laughed loudly.

He closed in, unleashing a powerful, simple yet swift strike that was as fast as lightning, about to cleave the man in two in an instant.

The newcomer was dressed simply in gray. With a single, unstoppable slash, his massive sword came to an abrupt halt.

"Old friend, let's fight again next time. Let's go." The Red King's objective has been achieved; the probing is nearly complete.

With a single slash, a head fell to the ground beside him. Instantly, the music changed, the Yin Path reopened, and the group escaped into it, disappearing without a trace.

A roar, emanating from the dragon's aura, echoed as if it had been tricked and humiliated, thundering incessantly.

The eldest prince didn't even glance at the dead civil official. He lowered his head and approached the old man, letting out a bitter laugh, "Thank you, Uncle Qian, for saving my life. If it weren't for you..."

The old man waved his hand, interrupting the prince's flattery.

He said calmly, "I really didn't expect this old friend to attack us like this. This old friend was defeated by your father in one move back then."

Although he was a rough and domineering man, his ambition and martial arts skills were unstoppable. After the battle that year, it is said that he died in internal strife.

Now that it has reappeared, its power is even greater than before. The Blood Sea Illusion has been transformed from illusion to reality. Although it has not been fully mastered, it will be a formidable enemy in the future.

This man is domineering, decisive, and bloodthirsty; his entire being exudes a murderous aura. He is ambitious, and it's likely he's only here to test the waters.

The eldest prince nodded slightly, without the slightest embarrassment, and said, "Uncle Qian is right. I also know a bit about the Red Kingdom. They communicate with me very little."

However, the land was barren, making it difficult for crops to grow, so yields remained low. Furthermore, internal strife continued.

It seems they intend to test the waters and intrude into the surrounding territory.

Uncle Qian nodded. "Although we are militarily powerful, we are still a relatively new nation. Compared to our neighboring countries, our foundation is weaker, so it's only natural that we're treated like lambs."

The eldest prince understood that his father represented military strength, and that his father was simply trying to survive in the Red King's territory.

They've come to test the waters after receiving the news; they're incredibly audacious. Aren't they afraid that their father will return and wipe out their base?

Looking at the deep-thinking Crown Prince, Elder Qian was very satisfied and humbly accepted the offer. This was a very good quality of the Crown Prince and one of the reasons why he was willing to help.

Unfortunately, something's off about this illusionary space, though it's hard to say exactly what it is.

Black, a deathly silent space—an ominous sign.

When the Holy Emperor was around, everything was fine, but now that he's gone, a sense of trouble arises in his heart.

And this time, the Yin Road opened and the Red King appeared, but so far, Sun Daru has not come, nor have any of the Confucian, Taoist, or Buddhist figures. What does this mean?

He sighed softly to himself, 'Let's observe from the sidelines, whether it's Confucianism, Taoism, Buddhism, or any other sects, and see how many trump cards the royal palace still has up its sleeve.'

They're all a bunch of greedy people; the Holy Emperor should have wiped them all out back then.

He sighed inwardly, unable to comprehend the situation. The matter of the Holy Emperor was not something he could interfere with. Moreover, the world was rife with evil spirits, demons, and external threats, and all forces needed to unite.

Outside the royal city, there is a Taoist temple with the inscription "Yun Gu Dao" on it. High on the mountaintop, shrouded in clouds and mist, it makes people feel like they are floating on air.

Large Tai Chi patterns are visible everywhere, and tall, elegant wooden pillars are carved with Tai Chi Bagua symbols, surrounded by dragons and phoenixes. The roads are paved with blue bricks and tiles, and the eaves and roofs are decorated with flying feathers. The style is magnificent and noble, showing the beauty of a fairyland.

All around was quiet and still. The Taoist priest, his robes fluttering, observed the stars in the night, showing little sign of the passage of time.

He exuded maturity and nobility, with a deep, sinister glint constantly flashing in his eyes.

Suddenly, the surrounding starry sky changed. It was still quiet and serene at night, filled with ethereal beauty. In an instant, the battle began.

The soldiers, armed with bows, arrows, and spears, charged forward with fierce shouts that shook the heavens and the earth, accompanied by the resounding beat of drums, creating an atmosphere of grim determination.

Blinding armor, gleaming spears, arrows whistling through the air like thunder, aimed straight for the eyes. Shouts of battle swept across the battlefield like a storm: "Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The old man's expression changed instantly, and a strange longsword appeared in his hand in a flash, with the heads of three evil monsters emblazoned on it.