Chapter 3913: What Exactly Is the Lord of Curses?
Over the past ten years, even the strongest among the more than five hundred Black Blood Realms was only a first grade soul at the Great Dao Realm. Now, at last, a Dao Lord had appeared, and the Black Blood Realms were finally growing stronger.
After ten years, Lin Moyu could already deduce the pattern of the Black Blood Realms' growth. Basically, every hundred Black Blood Realms, their overall tier would increase by one level. Each leap in tier came with a rise in the strongest cultivators' realms, the world itself becoming stronger, and the speed of refining slowing down. From the initial Black Blood Realms where the strongest were only seventh grade soul Great Dao Realm, to now, where Dao Lords had emerged.
By this logic, the number of cloned Black Blood Realms shouldn't be too high; the remaining number likely wouldn't exceed a thousand. "Cloning worlds definitely isn't as easy as cloning living beings. Each cloned world takes time, and the pace can't be fast. So, the earlier a world was cloned, the stronger it is; the later, the weaker."
"It won't be long now just a few more years and I'll have cleaned up all this trash."
Lin Moyu didn't know what kind of being the Lord of Curses truly was, but in his eyes, the Black Blood Realms were nothing but the trash of this universe things that shouldn't exist. If the Black Blood Realms continued as they were, in a few hundred million years, there might be endless Black Blood Realms pouring out, with enough powerhouses inside to plunge any world into despair. Add in the Lord of Curses, and even the Eternal beings might have to retreat.
As much as he loathed the Black Blood Realms, Lin Moyu had to admit that the method of cloning worlds was truly terrifying. The key was time a very long time, measured in hundreds of millions of years. As the Black Blood Realms grew stronger, the speed of refining them slowed; now it took more than ten days to refine one, and it would only get slower. Lin Moyu was mentally prepared for a protracted war, one that might last hundreds or even thousands of years. But the battle had begun there was no turning back. At least, it was far easier than back in the Great World. He'd survived much worse; now, even if it took more time, it was nothing.
One Black Blood Realm after another was found and refined in the World Burning Fire. Lin Moyu didn't stop for a moment. Even as the Black Blood Realms grew stronger, it made no real difference to him it just took more time.
Thirty eight years later, the great gate in the Myriad Worlds let out a thunderous boom. The third halo fully solidified, shining with dazzling light that lasted several minutes before slowly fading. The gate rumbled, and a thought was transmitted: the gate could now be opened, but only at the basic level. The message from the gate explained that the basic level only allowed exploration of the basic area; to explore higher areas, more energy would need to be supplied.
At this moment, countless undead servants were channeling the power of the Myriad Worlds into the gate, continuously supplying it with energy. The third halo had taken decades to solidify; the fourth would take twice as long probably over a century. "A hundred years is acceptable, but what about the fifth and sixth halos?"
If each step only added a hundred years, that would be fine, but Lin Moyu knew it wouldn't be so simple. The energy required would likely multiply each time. By this logic, the fifth halo would take two to three hundred years, the sixth five to six hundred, and the seventh a thousand or more then several thousand, even ten thousand years. Time was one thing; there might be other requirements as well. Otherwise, back then, most powerhouses would not have opened the gate only at the basic level, with only a few at the intermediate level. Only the Human Emperor had ever opened the gate at the advanced level. As for perfect opening, no one had ever achieved it.
Lin Moyu's original goal was to open the gate at the advanced level like the Human Emperor, but he knew it wouldn't be easy. As for perfect opening, he could only dream even the Human Emperor hadn't managed it.
Decades passed in the blink of an eye, and Lin Moyu now had over seven hundred world crystals. The Black Blood Realms continued to grow stronger now, each world had at least several thousand Dao Lord level Black Blood beings. This wasn't the main issue; the real problem was that as the worlds grew stronger, refining them became far more time consuming. Now it took more than a month to refine a single Black Blood Realm at best, ten per year. And the process would only slow further.
Throughout these decades, Lin Moyu kept a close eye on the Black Blood Realms. The Dao Lords of the Black Blood Realms were peculiar they didn't comprehend any Great Dao, and only came in two types: Sword Saints and Fist Saints, both wielding Black Blood power, yet possessing Dao Lord level strength. Lin Moyu suspected this was because their power came from the Lord of Curses.
"What kind of existence is the Lord of Curses, really?"
"The Lord of the Curse Great Dao… But the curse Dao I know doesn't seem like this."
Lin Moyu himself had curse spells and had some experience with the Curse Great Dao, but the Heavenly Dao of Curses never gave him such a filthy feeling. On the contrary, the power of the Curse Dao was very pure at most, just a bit sinister.
Puzzled, Lin Moyu continued refining Black Blood Realms. The pace grew ever slower; eventually, it took two months to refine a single world. By now, the Black Blood Realms were as powerful as the Celestial God Realm he'd refined before, but Lin Moyu could clearly sense the difference: the Celestial God Realm was a normal world, but the Black Blood Realms were not. They were cloned worlds no matter how strong they appeared on the outside, their core essence was weak. The world crystals produced from refining them were also inferior to those from normal worlds. It seemed cloned worlds lacked something fundamental.
By now, more than a hundred years had passed since Lin Moyu began refining the first Black Blood Realm. He held nearly a thousand world crystals, and even the karma power from An Yuyan was almost depleted.
"It's not far now the stench is getting stronger, my revulsion is growing. I must be close to the main body."
Lin Moyu wanted to see just how strong the main Black Blood Realm was. After so many years of recuperation, had it fully recovered? The Black Blood Realm's recovery ability far surpassed that of the Celestial God Realm.
A few more years passed, and the number of world crystals in his hand reached 990 just ten short of a thousand. After another spatial jump, a thunderous roar reached his ears.
A vast sea of black red blood appeared before his eyes. The blood sea was boundless its size unknown. Lin Moyu was stunned at the sight, involuntarily exclaiming, "So big!"
This blood sea was so enormous it could hold hundreds or thousands of worlds. He couldn't see the end of it, and had the feeling it could swallow an entire Great Spirit Domain.
A sea of blood as vast as a Great Spirit Domain such a sight would shock anyone. Even the Human Emperor would be startled.
The blood sea was shrouded in invisible force, extremely oppressive, and the void was locked down by this power. If not for seeing it up close, he would never have discovered its existence.
"It's possible that even those other Great Dao Lords don't know there's such a blood sea here."
"Is this the Lord of Curses' blood? Blood turned to sea… What on earth is the Lord of Curses?"
From the blood sea, Lin Moyu sensed the power of the Curse Great Dao pure, powerful, sinister. No one but the Lord of Curses could have blood containing such immense curse power.
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