Alchemy Emperor of the Divine Dao

Chapter 531-535

Chapter 531: Variance

Translator: _Dark_Angel_  Editor: Kurisu

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, making 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.”