Blood Moon Hunters Chapter 143 Sect Leaders Paving the Way

"Amitabha, I believe great danger lies in the Sixth District. You can't venture there just like this!" said the usually calm Reverend Qing Chan. Even he was feeling emotional now.

"Indeed, the Taoist magic there is far too powerful. At the very least, they were left behind by peak level Greater Powers from ancient historical times. No matter how amazing one is, there will still be danger of one dying there." Leng Shuangrong nodded in agreement.

"Is that Taoist drawing really that amazing?" Wang Bugui asked, as if he still wanted to try venturing to the Sixth District. This was because Hanae Chiou was far too important to him, and he did not want her to suffer even for a little.

The Demonic Soul laughed and replied, "Of course, it'll be a test of your right to earn more primordial spirit. The drawing will test the strength of your primordial spirit; if it's even slightly weaker than its standard, your spirit will be instantly shattered and you'll die."

"However, if you can survive the test, your primordial spirit will be greatly refined, and you'll earn the right to ascend the altar anytime you wish to challenge yourself to the final refining process."

"You can go back there a decade later. After all, the final test is simply too difficult to complete, and anyone other than a talent who is head and shoulders above his peers will definitely perish. Even you're that sort of prodigy, there's also a chance of dying."

"However, the final prize will definitely be very good. Usually it'll be Immortal artifacts preserved since Time Immemorial, for example Taoist magic the God of War learned from others, or the Ancient Sword of Dugu Baishi!"

"Wow!"

His words blew the minds of everyone present. The atmosphere immediately ignited into frenzied commotion; the people he mentioned were powerful experts who affected an entire generation!

The techniques of the God of War were said to be borrowed from an even more ancient set of skills; he created his own after learning from them. He used these techniques to defeat all of his enemies and overcame all of the ancient historical Taoist traditions.

Eventually, he even broke through the restriction during the late era of his time which stopped Taoists from becoming immortals if his or her mastery of magic was incomplete, and became an immortal. He was the last of his kind in ancient historical times, and the last of the line of Emperors to become an immortal.

As for Dugu Baishi, he was the strongest swordsman of Time Immemorial and became the most powerful Sword Immortal after his ascension. Likewise, he defeated all challenges along his way and used only one sword to quell the Dark Turmoil.

Today, however, they were found out. Both of them had ascended the ancient parade square and achieved greater evolution after the refining process. One used it to create his own techniques, while the other obtained a sword that had no equal during Time Immemorial.

This truly shook the Sect Leaders up, and they even wished that they could send their disciples to venture into the District. They dared not, however, as they knew only the greatest talent of their generation could possibly hope to accomplish that. Then, a thought came to their minds. Perhaps Wang Bugui would be able to do it.

Yun Jinghong had declared that he would definitely be able to become an Emperor, and all of the other outstanding prodigies from different sects had lost to him. This meant that he was stronger than all of his peers.

After thinking for a while, Wang Bugui replied, "If that's the case, I wish to give it a shot. The magic there is far too strong, however, and I can't even get close to it."

"If you really want to go there, the Sect Leaders and I can combine to pave the way for you. We'll definitely be able to send you into the District, but it depends on whether they dare to undertake the risk or not," said the Demonic Soul with a smile.

"Bugui, you have to think carefully about this!" warned Yun Jinghong.

"We know how powerful the drawing is without even having to try for ourselves. I'll definitely aid you if you are keen on going, but whether you can survive or not will be up to your own skill," Leng Shuangrong said slowly.

"I don't have confidence in surviving if I go there now. Why don't we wait for another two years, after I've trained more?" Wang Bugui replied after giving it some thought. He decided against taking the huge risk for now.

He had not stabilized the fruits of Taoism and still needed more time for cultivation. As such, he decided to venture to the Sixth District only when his final year was going to end.

After he made that decision, Wang Bugui began to train hard every day and night. He wanted to reach the higher ranks of Sage level within the final two years, and he was sure that his chance of surviving would greatly increase if he could do so.

He spent nearly all of time circling around the outskirts of Sixth District, taking the terrifying magic on. In between, he dueled with the Demonic Soul constantly in the hopes of gaining a better understanding of the laws of Tao. After which, he used his free time to train with the aid of the small pendant. There was no time for rest at all.

He did not awaken Hanae Chiou again, as he felt it was better not to meet her than just spending six hours per day with her. He cautioned himself not to slack off and to stabilize her primordial spirit as soon as he could.

For the last two years of his training, Wang Bugui truly did not rest much. He spent each day dueling repeatedly until his bones were broken and ligaments were torn. It was only then would he drag his shattered body back to the First District to heal.

That said, he did not rest even when he found it hard to clench his fist and was gritting his teeth while he endured the pain of regeneration. He would meditate and attempt to cultivate his skills when he had no strength to fight; he did not allow himself any downtime.

He only took a break when he was so tired that he could not even open his eyes and had fainted onto the floor in exhaustion. He did not rest for long, however, and would wake up after less than six hours of sleep.

He would then throw himself back into the grind of training again. He kept this up for everyday, and rested for only one time several months. This risky approach to training gave everyone who heard about it the goosebumps.

During which, Wang Bugui broke through the lower ranks of Sage level and caused another worldwide catastrophe again. The other prodigies observed from afar, hoping to gain some insight from it.

Feng Tianming gained the most out of the incident. This was because the will and magic of Dugu Baishi, the Sword Immortal, still existed. The amazing and wonderful swordsmanship of the Immortal touched him greatly.

To the others, Wang Bugui must have felt like time had stopped while he was training. To him, however, time was ticking by too fast. He felt that he needed more time for training.

He would think about his painful past everytime he saw the puppet body of Hanae Chiou. His family was wiped out, and she had died to save him. He could not allow such a thing to happen again!

In this way, Wang Bugui spent the last two years of his cultivation training in such a maniacal fashion. Now, he was sitting cross-legged in the Fifth District, and the Demonic Soul was standing beside him.

"This is astounding. You're not feeling the effects of the Age of Dharma Decline at all and managed to reach the lower ranks of Sage Realm with your hard work," said and nodded the Demonic Soul in approval.

"This is still not enough. We don't have much time left in this era to train. The future I caught a glimpse of will happen over the next few years, as Dracula will be able to break free from his seal earlier than planned."

Wang Bugui opened his eyes slowly. His expression was serious as he thought about how long it had been since he left London. He wondered how the place was now, as well as how well Druid and Merutia were faring.

He gazed far away into the horizon in a daze before getting up. He needed to break through the barrier of the drawing as soon as he could, to further strengthen his primordial spirit.

"Are you ready?" the Demonic Soul asked. He had transformed himself into the form of a human male, and there was a devilish charm about him.

"I've spent the past two years preparing and can start anytime," Wang Bugui replied incredibly firmly.

"Good!"

The Demonic Soul nodded and gathered everyone in the Fifth District. After a while, various figures appeared, the weakest among them already of middle Sage level prowess.

"Bugui, are you going to venture there now?" Yun Jingong asked, stepping forward.

Wang Bugui turned around upon hearing his master's voice. He cupped his fists as a show of respect to the other Sect Leaders, saying, "I humbly request for all of you seniors to help me reach the lower levels of Sixth District!"

"Since you've made up your mind, let's go," Leng Shuangrong nodded her head slightly.

"Reverend Qing Chan, Shuangrong, the three of us and the Greater Power Demonic Soul will blast a way through at the head of the group," Yun Jinghong turned around to say.

"Amitabha, I'll do my best," Reverend Qing Chan stood still with a single palm raised in deference, as he chanted Buddhist scriptures.

"Follow me then. All of the other Sect Leaders shall stay behind us and channel your divine auras!"

The Demonic Soul said before turning and heading toward the Sixth District. Yun Jinghong, Leng Shuangrong and Reverend Qing Chan followed closely behind, and the other Leaders moved as well, with their disciples in tow.

Wang Bugui released Puppet Chiou but did not rouse her. Instead, he led her along with wires for a while before containing her within the dimensional portal in the pendant. He was afraid of damaging her spirit and harming her during his refining process.

Everyone could feel an immense pressure as they neared the border of Fifth District. It was so powerful that it caused them to breathe with difficulty, and it was not hard to imagine what sort of terrifying pressure one would have to endure upon entering the district.

"In front of us are runes from ancient times and where the magical formations lie. Be careful, everyone. I suffered severe injuries while I ventured inside there when I was alive. We'll be dead if there's so much as a slip in concentration!" the Demonic Soul said, a serious expression on his face.

He could never forget how terrifying the place was. The last time he ventured there, he was in his prime, and he wielded a magical artifact that was extremely close to evolving into an immortal artifact, but it still ended badly for him.

"Alright!"

The Sect Leaders nodded. Naturally, they had already sensed that danger was lying in wait for them everywhere and dared not take it lightly.

"It's good that you know how dangerous this place is. Follow me and bash a path forward, the juniors, follow closely behind us!"

The Demonic Soul roared and summoned a Blood Saber before charging ahead of everyone else to pave a way into the District for Wang Bugui. Leng Shuangrong and the other two Greater Powers were beside him, while the other Sect Leaders followed behind them, getting ready to channel their divine aura anytime it was necessary.

The disciples focused all of their attention on the task ahead and followed closely behind their leaders. The moment they entered the District, an immensely powerful magic array came crashing down on them, followed closely behind by beams of other forms of magic.

The Demonic Soul and other Sect Leaders roared and charged forward with all their might. They were unleashing all of their magical powers to pave a way for their junior!

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