"It shouldn't be possible. Just for a dead soul, the Yazi Thirteen Tribes have been trapped here for generations to suppress the Great Demon. The losses outweigh the gains. Moreover, although the dead soul is strong, it's not strong enough to trap the Yazi Thirteen Tribes.
Unless, it's not a dead soul, but a powerful existence unknown to me. "
Qin Yu fell into deep thought. Although he wasn't a member of the Yazi Thirteen Tribes, he had learned a lot about the Yazi Tribe after spending a few months with the Blood Ape. What puzzled Qin Yu was that the ancestors of the Yazi Thirteen Tribes didn't consider the consequences of suppressing the Great Demon, so much so that their descendants had to stay here for generations to continue suppressing the Great Demon?
If it wasn't for some deep hatred, the Yazi Tribe's ancestors wouldn't have done something so reckless.
Wait, could it be that the Great Demon really did something that angered the Yazi Tribe's ancestors?
So, the Yazi Tribe's ancestors didn't hesitate to suppress it?
Qin Yu suddenly thought of Spirity's colorful eyes. Logically speaking, the dead soul was at most a soul, similar to the Fire Spirit, but why were its eyes so strange?
Moreover, they seemed to contain endless power?
Qin Yu only felt that this place of death was too mysterious. However, he was certain that this place of death was definitely related to the Great Demon that was being suppressed. That Great Demon should be from the Death Slaves' bloodline, otherwise, these dead people wouldn't have become Death Slaves.
"Is there still a remnant soul of the Great Demon in this place of death?
Refining the dead people into Death Slaves?
Unfortunately, the Great Demon's remnant soul isn't something I can resist, so I can't get the method to refine Death Slaves from it. "
Qin Yu sighed. He wasn't the kind of person who was insatiable. He was already satisfied with obtaining the Yazi's blood on this trip to the seventh floor of the Refining Tower. If he could subdue the dead soul, it would be a pleasant surprise.
As for the method to refine Death Slaves, Qin Yu didn't have any extravagant hopes. It wasn't that Qin Yu didn't want to, but for the Yazi Tribe's thirteen ancestors to suppress the Great Demon's remnant soul together, it was likely that the Great Demon's remnant soul was extremely terrifying. It wasn't something he could touch with now.
Perhaps, this was the reason why Ancestor Yazi had restricted the entry of clansmen below the Heaven Tier. Once someone with a higher cultivation base entered, the strength of the death slaves would most likely be even stronger, and at that time … it was very likely that they would break free from their control.
"I wonder if the remnants of the Great Devil Tribe still have a way to refine death slaves.
If there is, we might find a pleasant surprise in the Abyss, "Qin Yu muttered to himself.
After calming down his thoughts, Qin Yu began to focus on subduing Xiao Ling and continued to circulate the Heavenly Dao Immortal Art.
Dozens of times in a row, Spirity was attracted by the flames of death. Every time, Qin Yu would speak to Spirity, but Spirity seemed to be immature. Every time she obtained the flames of death, she would leave.
Thankfully, the power of death here was very thick. After absorbing enough power of death, the Flames of Death continued to expand, giving Qin Yu enough Flames of Death to lure Xiao Ling.
Although he had yet to succeed, Little Spirit was spending more and more time with Qin Yu. This gave Qin Yu a glimmer of hope.
And after absorbing the power of death for a long time, the Flames of Death continued to transform.
At this time, the Flames of Death were already the size of two fists. Its main flame floated in his Dantian. Qin Yu separated the flames that it burned and flowed them into his meridians.
Over time, Qin Yu's Ultimate Essence also contained a considerable amount of Flames of Death. Added with the Black Lightning, the power of Qin Yu's Ultimate Essence also increased greatly.
In the blink of an eye, another half a year passed. Qin Yu's cultivation had also reached the peak of the third level of Heaven Refinement. His Dantian had expanded further, and the blood pellet was also the size of a fist. The Black Lightning that spread out was even thicker. If he cultivated for another year or so, Qin Yu was confident that he could break through to the Spiritual Infant Tier.
However, Qin Yu did not break through here. Instead, he prepared to search for the Blood of Yazi.
He stopped circulating the Heavenly Dao Immortal Art. After the Flames of Death merged into his body, Spirity disappeared again. Qin Yu did not mind. As long as he called out the Flames of Death, Spirity would definitely appear.
Controlling the Flames of Death to spread throughout his body, Qin Yu left the cave and began to search for the Blood of Yazi.
It was unknown how big this land of death was. Because he could not use his divine sense, Qin Yu could only rely on his naked eyes to search for the Blood of Yazi. Thus, he increased his speed to the limit, freely shuttling through the land of death. If the people of the Yazi Tribe saw him, they would probably be so shocked that their eyeballs would pop out. This was the land of death where countless of their ancestors had died.
On the way, Qin Yu encountered a considerable number of dead souls. The deeper he went into the land of death, the stronger the death slaves were. The stronger ones were even stronger than the death slave battle ape, which made Qin Yu extremely shocked. Fortunately, he had the Flames of Death. Otherwise, merely these death slaves would be enough to make him hate them.
"No wonder the members of the Yazi Tribe who came in rarely left alive. After entering this land, they were like headless flies, running around in all directions. Once these death slaves were alerted, even the number one genius would die a miserable death."
At this moment, Qin Yu was standing in front of a young death slave. It was unknown how long this young man had been dead. The clothes he wore had already decayed, turning into a few pieces that hung on his body. This young man was different from the other death slaves. His body was covered in wounds, but these wounds did not seem to be fatal. Moreover, there were no blood stains on the wounds, as if they were left after he died.
Moreover, what made Qin Yu puzzled was that this death slave was actually sitting cross-legged on the ground with his eyes slightly closed, as if he was meditating.
"Strange, could it be that even death slaves can cultivate?"
Qin Yu was astonished. This young man should not have been very old before he died, but his strength was definitely stronger than the battle ape because the death energy in this young man's body was exceptionally dense.
"It seems that death slaves are not as simple as I thought. However, if a dead person can cultivate, isn't this too shocking?" Qin Yu muttered.
Qin Yu was probably the first person in the Land of Death to be able to observe a death slave at such a close distance.
After pondering for a while, Qin Yu retreated to a distance of ten feet away, and quietly withdrew the death flames on his body. The instant the death flames disappeared, the young death slave suddenly opened his eyes. His speed was so fast that Qin Yu could not catch him with his naked eyes. He picked up a dark red broadsword beside him and launched an attack.
"Boom!"
The ground shook with a loud bang, and soil and stones flew in all directions.
Qin Yu was shocked. He quickly dodged, and the death flames enveloped his body. When he looked at the place where he was standing, he saw that the broadsword had sunk into the ground, and only the hilt was visible.
"What a terrifying speed!"
Qin Yu sucked in a breath of cold air. What surprised him even more was that this death slave slowly turned his head to look around, and he looked no different from a normal person.
"Could it be that this death slave's body has started to produce a dead soul?
How is that possible?
Impossible, if dead souls were so easy to produce, I'm afraid they would have run rampant long ago. This death slave should still have his consciousness from when he was alive. "Qin Yu was shocked, and he became more and more curious about the death slaves.
Not noticing Qin Yu, the young man waved his right hand, and the broadsword returned to his hand. The young man put the broadsword aside and continued to sit cross-legged.
From the beginning to the end, Qin Yu had been watching from the side. This young man's actions shocked Qin Yu. If it were not for his lifeless eyes, this young man would be no different from a living person.
"After death, he can still maintain his consciousness from when he was alive. The death slaves were famous during the Flood Era, and they are indeed extraordinary."
Qin Yu walked to the young man's side and sized him up. His eyes inadvertently fell on the black-red broadsword beside him.
The broadsword was about eight feet long and one foot wide. Its whole body was black-red, as if it had been soaked in blood for countless years. Although the surface of the broadsword was covered with a lot of soil, it was difficult to hide the complex patterns on its surface. The broadsword's overall shape was very strange. The back of the broadsword was broad and thick, and the tip of the sword was upturned. It looked particularly domineering. The connection between the blade and the hilt was slightly concave, looking like a dragon bone.
What made Qin Yu's eyes slightly congeal was that there was a mark on the hilt of the broadsword.
This mark gave Qin Yu a vague feeling of familiarity.
Glancing at the young man, Qin Yu put the broadsword into his storage ring with extreme speed, turned around, and ran away.
The young man seemed to have noticed something and raised his head abruptly. His right hand reflexively reached for the broadsword, but he failed to grab it. For a moment, the young man looked around and grabbed a few more times, but failed to grab anything.