Chapter 127: Spiritual Flesh Field
Though hunting demons and picking corpses could also provide value to Wang Zijia, it wouldn’t be as efficient.
’I guess I was assuming too much. After all, this is a breeding ground maintained by the sect. If it were polluted with dirty blood mud, it would turn countless disciples into sinners.’
With a flash of thought, Wang Zijia took a light breath and carefully moved towards the center of the canyon, the location of the Demon Dragon’s Seal.
After only taking two steps, the ground suddenly gave way beneath him, and Wang Zijia fell.
The energy shield draped over his body crystallized instantly upon contact with the filthy blood water, formed a crystal shield. A rush of mana propelled upwards from his feet like a surge of air, momentarily suspending him mid-air, then turning him into a streak of streaming light that zipped towards a nearby reef stone.
Once stable again, he frowned and peered at the surrounding stones, which showed no signs of any anomalies. Around him, people continued to rise and fall, accompanied by the occasional piercing screams of a child.
Some had an immediate setback and decisively jumped back up onto the cliff after glimpsing the bone-white, starting all over again.
Others, more obstinate, persisted until they finally fell into the blood water and dissolved into a wisp of cyan smoke.
Each time a child died, a cluster of blood light would rise and plunge into the body of the Demon Dragon at the center of the canyon. The body of the Demon Dragon writhed like something was attempting to wriggle out.
Wang Zijia progressed cautiously, hopping around, and half an hour later, he finally arrived at the center of the canyon, in front of a few massive mountain pillars.
By then, many children were already standing on the surrounding reef stones—there must’ve been two to three hundred of them—each nervously looking up at the Demon Dragon giant snake chained between the mountain pillars.