Eternal Cultivation Of Alchemy

Han Mengli saw the corpse of the barbarian-like man, now feeling a little sad that he hadn’t even tried to ask him what his name was. There were others that had died too, the previous slaves that numbered in the many hundreds now dwindling to barely above a hundred.

The four beasts that had shown up to end their battle—not that Han Mengli fully trusted one of them was a beast—had belonged to the Blood God, as mentioned by one of the men in their group.

The man swore that there were none others that could command a beast made fully of blood.

They waited for the Blood God to show up, and when he didn’t in the next five minutes, Nameless and the others began looting the corpses.

Han Mengli lagged a little, and by that time each one had been stripped bare of any possessions. They moved to the other slave camps, quickly freeing them and explaining the situation.

They too mentioned seeing a red beast appear from nowhere and kill everyone before vanishing once again. No one knew where the beast had disappeared to.

Once all the rest of the six slave camps were rescued, Han Mengli and the others waited, as they couldn’t tell what else they had to do.

It was nearly two hours later that a ship landed on the outskirts of the camp and men in crimson robes walked out of it, quickly beckoning the newly freed people to the ship.

They didn’t wait a second to look down at what remained in the camp and left right away. As they were quickly scanned to make sure there were no demons among them, the crimson-robed people introduced themselves as followers of the Blood God.

Han Mengli didn’t know how to feel about being rescued by these people. Being rescued was no doubt a matter of some jubilation, but it also meant that had they done nothing but just cultivate and mine, they would’ve likely been saved the same way.

His actions of preparing for an uprising may have led to more being killed than was necessary.

As the ship flew, Han Mengli realized that they were flying away from the realm and out into space. And as they flew, they arrived at a much larger ship that hovered on the other side of the world, hiding in the shadows of the world itself.

Thousands of other smaller ships flew toward the larger ship as well.

They boarded the larger ship and were quickly taken to a large hall, where other people gathered as well.

Han Mengli saw the state of the people gathered and saw that they looked no different than himself. No doubt, they had to be slaves too, but those slaves could not have been from his group.

’Were there more than just one group of slaves?’ he thought, surprised.

“Alright, which one of you bastards started fighting?” a voice boomed before the figure even showed himself. Everyone shrank back in fear from the voice, the aura being the next thing that carried a suppressing power.

A much older man with a short beard showed himself to the group, wearing bright red armor. The other crimson-robed figures bowed slightly at the newcomer, showing their respect.

“Is that the Blood God?”

“It must be.”

“We greet the Blood God!”

Several of the people around Han Mengli spoke out, causing the old man’s face to devolve into a much greater snarl.

“I’m not the Blood God, you fools. I’m his emissary, leader of Bloodmoon and everyone upon it,” the man said.

It took many moments for them to realize that they weren’t in the presence of a god, and many more to understand that Bloodmoon was the ship they were standing on.

Having been on Darkwater all his youth, Han Mengli could tell what Bloodmoon was from the way the old man talked.

The old man suddenly pointed toward their group, especially toward Nameless.

“You! You were the group that started fighting, weren’t you?” the old man asked.

“Yes, we were, senior,” Nameless answered. If he was scared of the man, he did well to hide it from his voice.

“Damn you people. Because of you, our plans were destroyed,” the old man said angrily. “We should’ve left you to die.”

Nameless remained speechless for a moment, a wave of anger and pain flashing through his face momentarily.

“Did we do something, senior?” Nameless asked. “Did our fight lead to other deaths?”

Before the old man could answer, something changed within the giant room, the lights seemingly dimming. It was only a moment later that they realized there was another presence in the room.

Standing with its back hunched low, the beast Han Mengli had seen before stood next to the old man, snarling at him.

The old man gulped, slowly turning his head toward the beast, which then spoke.

“Why did you keep them from me?” the beast asked. “The master sent me here to kill them all, and you kept them from me.”

The old man froze a little but didn’t show his fear. “We were keeping you for when the stronger foes came. They have to come to gather the resources produced here.”

“That is not what the master wanted,” the beast said.

“I-I did what was right. If we waited just a few more decades, we could ambush the newcomers. We could keep ambushing them here, in a place they thought they owned. We could have killed so many,” the old man said. “But it’s over now. They have already sent out the message of the disaster. They will know to prepare for us now.”

“I don’t care,” the beast said. “Give me more people to kill.”

“Then wait,” the old man said. “We’ll return to the battlefield in about fifty years.”

“Fifty years. I shall wait.”

The beast vanished from the room.

The old man sucked in a few deep breaths, muttering something under his breath. Realizing where he was, he sharply turned his gaze toward the people.

“You’re dismissed!”