Immortal Mansion: With mediocre qualifications, I have no choice but to live forever

Zhou Yiqiao's eyes were firmly attracted by the huge bloodstone. He could feel the mist emanating from the bloodstone.

This breath was not the spiritual energy absorbed during ordinary practice, but a more ancient, wild, and heart-pounding power.

The bloodstone is a deep dark red in color, like a blood clot that has condensed the essence of countless years.

There are strange lines flowing on the entire surface of the bloodstone, and these lines are interwoven into mysterious and complex patterns on the bloodstone, as if they contain endless mysteries.

In the center of the bloodstone, there was a ball of thick blood light slowly rotating, emitting a suffocating feeling of oppression.

With the appearance of bloodstone, the atmosphere of the entire underground space changed.

The air, which had become fresh due to the disappearance of the blood demon, was once again replaced by a faint smell of blood.

The blood in the blood pool began to churn again, as if being pulled by the power of the bloodstone.

Li Mubai, who was in a coma, suddenly opened his mouth and uttered strange syllables, as if he saw some horrible scene in his dream.

Although these syllables do not form a sentence, they reveal an ancient and deep call, echoing the ancient and wild power in the bloodstone.

Zhou Yiqiao was shocked and immediately realized that the bat demon next to him was just a puppet controlled by the bloodstone. The thing that really affected the entire Blood Valley was the strange crystal in front of him!

He took a step forward, wanting to feel the power of the bloodstone up close.

However, just as his fingers were about to touch the surface of the bloodstone, a strong repulsive force burst out from the bloodstone and bounced his hand away.

Zhou Yiqiao frowned. He could feel the power in the bloodstone resisting his detection. Although this power was strong, it was not aggressive. It was more like a self-protection mechanism.

He took a few steps back and began to carefully observe the environment around the bloodstone, trying to find a way to control or use the bloodstone.

Soon, he noticed that the blood pool below the bloodstone seemed to have some connection with the bloodstone.

The more violently the blood in the blood pool churns, the stronger the aura emitted by the bloodstone becomes.

"This blood stone is more like a magical instrument that emits influence, and the source of the blood stone's energy should be something in the blood pool."

Zhou Yiqiao was speculating secretly in his heart.

"If we want to completely eliminate the influence of the blood mist on the Blood Valley, we may have to enter the blood pool and seal or destroy that thing."

Zhou Yiqiao stood at the edge of the blood pool, his eyes moving back and forth between the blood stone and the blood pool, quickly weighing the pros and cons in his mind.

He knew clearly that if he wanted to fulfill the agreement between him and Hunyu, the best way was to venture into the blood pool and completely resolve the crisis in the Blood Valley.

But conversely, the risks he has to face are naturally self-evident.

If it was an ordinary magic weapon, Zhou Yiqiao could naturally just walk away and not do such a thankless task.

But Hunyu is the spirit of his own magical weapon, the Ten Thousand Souls Banner. If he has a deep bond with him, he cannot sit idly by even if he is only concerned about the benefits.

"Well, if I really can't do it, I'll just have to think of his method."

Zhou Yiqiao went through a fierce struggle in his heart, but finally, he decided to try his best without endangering his own safety.

To be cautious, he first used his spiritual power to tentatively touch the surface of the blood pool to observe whether there was any abnormal reaction.

Afterwards, he released his spiritual sense to try to detect the depth of the blood pool and the situation inside.

But the blood mist around can suppress the consciousness of a Void Refining cultivator. How can the blood pool, which is the source of everything, be spied on so easily?

As soon as Zhou Yiqiao's spiritual consciousness touched the surface of the blood pool, it was like a drop in the ocean, instantly swallowed up by a powerful force, without even a ripple being created.

Zhou Yiqiao frowned, the failure of his spiritual exploration made him even more alert.

He knew that in order to further confirm whether the blood pool posed a threat to him, he had to take more direct measures.

He looked around and his eyes finally fell on the dead bat demon.

"Since you have caused us so much trouble, please make up for it with your body."

Zhou Yiqiao muttered to himself, then waved his hand, and an invisible force grabbed the bat demon's body in mid-air and slowly moved it above the blood pool.

A gleam of determination flashed in his eyes, and then he waved his hand violently, and the bat demon's body was thrown into the pool of blood.

The moment the corpse touched the blood pool, the blood in the pool began to churn violently as if it had encountered some kind of stimulation, emitting an even stronger smell of blood.

However, apart from the churning of blood, no other abnormal phenomena occurred.

Zhou Yiqiao stared at the bat demon's corpse and observed it for a long time. Only when the corpse was completely swallowed by the blood pool did he breathe a sigh of relief.

"It seems that this blood pool does not pose much of a threat other than rapidly consuming spiritual energy."

Zhou Yiqiao made a secret judgment in his heart, but did not relax his vigilance at all.

At the last moment before stepping into the blood pool, he continued to cast a spiritual shield on himself.

Under his control, the spiritual powers formed a complex and solid defense layer, wrapping him tightly.

This is not the end. After doing all this, he directly took out the Dusk Sword, condensed several sword intentions, and directly bombarded his spiritual shield.

The collision between the sword intent and the spiritual power shield caused ripples visible to the naked eye. Although it caused considerable damage to the spiritual power shield, it never completely shattered it.

"This intensity should be enough."

After confirming that his protective measures were strong enough, Zhou Yiqiao took a deep breath and jumped into the blood pool without hesitation.

The blood in the blood pool was thick and heavy, not only completely blocking the spiritual consciousness, but also greatly restricting the vision.

Zhou Yiqiao burned all the talismans given by Zhang Yuan, and only then was he able to create a faint path of light in the sticky blood-red darkness.

However, although the vision was temporarily relieved, the crisis around him did not decrease in the slightest.

His body was constantly pulled by the force in the blood pool, as if countless hands were dragging him underwater, trying to pull him deeper into the blood pool.

The sticky blood continued to erode his spiritual shield and consume his spiritual power.

He had to remain vigilant at all times and constantly replenish his shields to avoid being completely devoured by this powerful corrosive force.

As time went by, Zhou Yiqiao's brows became more and more furrowed.

The blood pool prohibited many of his methods, forcing him to rely on the touch of his hands to find the object that might be hidden in the blood pool.

Zhou Yiqiao knew clearly that with his current spiritual energy consumption, he could not hold on for too long, so when searching every place, he imprinted the environment of that place in his mind.

Although the blood pool can suppress most of Zhou Yiqiao's abilities, it will not affect the super memory that he has developed after successful training.

He kept writing down every detail of the bottom of the pool. When his spiritual power was insufficient, he would leave the blood pool to restore his spiritual power, and return again after his spiritual power was restored. He repeated this process over and over again. After spending several days, he finally touched a cold object.

Zhou Yiqiao was overjoyed and immediately reached out to grab it, but he felt a strong chill running down his arm straight to his heart.

He quickly circulated his spiritual power to dispel the chill, then he calmed his mind and grabbed the object in his hand.

As the object left the blood pool, Zhou Yiqiao finally saw its appearance clearly.

It was a pitch-black sword with strange blood-colored lines wrapped around the sword, as if blood was flowing through it.

There was a scarlet gem inlaid on the hilt of the sword, emitting a faint red light.

The red light did not disperse, but rose like a wisp of smoke and flowed into the bloodstone above the blood pool. It violated common sense and appeared extremely strange.

What made Zhou Yiqiao even more uneasy was that the sword seemed to have some kind of life. It trembled slightly in his hand, as if longing for something.

Zhou Yiqiao could feel that the sword was attached with extremely strong resentment and murderous intent. It was not just an object, but more like an imprisoned evil spirit, waiting for the day of release.

"Whose sword is this? And why is it hidden in this pool of blood?"

Zhou Yiqiao was full of doubts and didn't know what to do for a moment.

At this moment, the blood stone still did not stop spitting out blood mist. Even after several days, the environment here returned to the bad state before he killed the bat demon.

He took a deep breath, mobilized the spiritual power in his body, and was about to conduct a comprehensive inspection of the sword in his hand, but suddenly he felt a strong resistance from the sword itself.

The scarlet gem's light suddenly became brighter, and the blood-colored lines on the sword seemed to come alive, climbing up his arm, trying to erode his mind.

Zhou Yiqiao's heart trembled, and he quickly closed his heart meridian. At the same time, he increased his spiritual power output, forming a more solid spiritual power barrier on the surface of his arm, isolating those blood-colored lines from outside.

"What an evil sword! It can actually attack its holder!"

There was shock in Zhou Yiqiao's eyes. Although he had been prepared, he did not expect the other party to suddenly attack him. In a moment of carelessness, he almost let the other party succeed.

"Is there nothing I can do about this thing for the time being?"

Zhou Yiqiao pondered secretly in his heart, and tentatively injected his spiritual power slowly into the sword.

However, no matter how many times he tried, the evil sword seemed to have self-awareness and was full of resistance to Zhou Yiqiao's spiritual power input. Every attempt was like a drop in the ocean, with no response at all, and instead made the blood-colored lines on the sword even more restless.

"In this case, we can only seal it temporarily. After returning to the Sword Sect with Brother Li, I will ask the senior to help suppress it."

With no other options, Zhou Yiqiao took out a long and narrow jade box, put the sword into the box, and then put several seals on the mouth of the box to ensure that the evil sword's strange power could not leak out.

After confirming that the pressure from the sword did not overflow from the jade box, he finally put the jade box into the storage bag.