Chapter 1: The Crimson Battlefield
A group of elite cultivators, the Silver Lotus Guard, had been dispatched by the sects to put an end to Xian Wu's rampage. They arrived on the battlefield, their pristine white robes standing in stark contrast to the blood-soaked ground. They were the best of the best, armed with divine weapons and reinforced by ancient protective talismans.
The leader of the group, Elder Zhou, stepped forward. His voice was steady, filled with righteous fury. "Xian Wu, you have defiled the sacred grounds of cultivation. Surrender now, and your death will be swift."
Xian Wu chuckled darkly, his voice a low growl. "Surrender? To the likes of you? You still cling to the false hope of righteousness, blind to the true nature of power. Come, face your doom."
Without further words, the battle erupted. Elder Zhou and his cultivators unleashed their techniques, waves of radiant energy cascading towards Xian Wu. But he was prepared. With a flick of his wrist, the blood of the fallen surged up from the ground, forming a crimson barrier that absorbed the attacks.
"Blood Manipulation: Crimson Rebirth," Xian Wu muttered, and the barrier exploded outward, sending shards of hardened blood flying toward his enemies. The Silver Lotus Guard scattered, but a few were too slow- pierced by the blood shards, their screams filled the battlefield as they crumpled to the ground.
Elder Zhou roared in anger, summoning his divine sword, Heaven's Edge. The sword glowed with a brilliant light as he slashed at Xian Wu, the air humming with its holy power. But Xian Wu merely sneered and raised his hand. "Blood Destruction: Sanguine Vortex
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The ground beneath them trembled as a vortex of blood erupted, swallowing the holy light and turning it into a maelstrom of death. The vortex expanded, pulling in the Silver Lotus Guard, their protective talismans useless against the sheer power of Xian Wu's technique. One by one, they were torn apart by the vortex, their bodies reduced to nothing but blood and ash.
Amidst the battle's aftermath, Xian Wu felt the power of the battlefield flowing into him. The blood and life force of the dead seeped into his body, a process both agonizing and exhilarating. His veins burned with raw energy as he channeled it through the teachings of the Blood Devil's Codex. He could feel his cultivation level rising, the barrier that had kept him from advancing shattering under the pressure.
His skin cracked and bled as his body transformed, dark runes appearing on his flesh, symbols of the forbidden arts he had embraced. The pain was overwhelming, but Xian Wu relished it. This was the price of power, and he was willing to pay it.
As the transformation completed, Xian Wu stood amidst the smoking remains of his enemies, his power now far beyond what it had been. He clenched his fists, feeling the destructive energy coursing through his veins, ready to be unleashed at his command.
Xian Wu gazed out over the battlefield, now a desolate wasteland of blood and ruin. His enemies were gone, but the victory felt hollow. The power he had gained came at the cost of what little humanity he had left. His mind was a storm of dark thoughts, his soul a fragmented shadow of its former self.
But he did not care. There was still more power to be had, more destruction to unleash. He would continue down this path, no matter where it led him-even if it meant becoming the very thing he once despised.
With a final look at the Crimson Battlefield, Xian Wu turned and walked away, his silhouette fading into the blood-red horizon, leaving behind only death and despair.