The few of them could not refute the words of the evil cultivator. According to the records, the Blood Moon Abyss was indeed the origin of the Force of Nature. As for why it had become such a barren land, no one could explain it.
Not only that, for thousands of years, those who had explored the Bloodmoon Abyss had never returned safely. These people were all influential figures in the martial arts world. Each of them was old, and although they had unique skills, they could not escape the laws of birth, old age, sickness, and death, unless they found a place with a strong force of nature.
This was the purest force in the world. If one could absorb it successfully, he would be able to live longer. From the perspective of a superior, compared to status and wealth, living longer was the common pursuit of humans.
It was said that in ancient times, there was a man named Peng Zu who had lived for more than 800 years. The secret of his longevity was closely related to the Force of Nature.
However, not everyone could absorb the Force of Nature. One had to at least reach the Cultivation Rank of a Terrestrial Immortal. Moreover, with the decline of the martial arts environment, the Force of Nature in the world had become less and less. As a result, Terrestrial Immortals could not quickly improve their cultivation.
Their main purpose in coming to the Blood Moon Abyss was to explore the Force of Nature and extend their lives. Although there were some variables and dangers, it was undeniable that they were not timid people.
"Miss Xin 'er, apart from you, all of us here are Martial Sages. We have been through a lot and no matter what kind of danger we face, we will be able to escape unscathed. If you are worried, you can let Senior Nun bring you back now!"
A middle-aged man dressed in tattered clothes said with slight dissatisfaction. He was holding a stick in his hand.
He should be the Sect Leader of the Beggar Sect.
"That's right. We have traveled a long way to find this place and we are about to find the Force of Nature. How dare you say such discouraging words. If you were not the last disciple of Senior Nun, I would have given you a hard time!"
The words of these people made the young lady blush and she felt a little embarrassed.
"Alright, let's continue on our way. After this bridge, we should not be far from our destination." Senior Nun waved her hand and urged.
Seeing that she had spoken, the others did not say anything. Soon, under the evil cultivator's lead, they walked onto the bridge one after another.
When they were halfway to the center, the seemingly stable bridge suddenly began to shake violently. They had wanted to stabilize themselves, but they discovered that their cultivation bases had been restricted. More accurately, they had been sealed. In other words, they were now ordinary people. Faced with this sudden situation, they were at a loss as to what to do and subconsciously held onto the chains.
The bottomless abyss beneath their feet was now filled with blood, and the water level was constantly rising. It was only a hundred meters away from them, and from time to time, some snakes and insects would emerge from the blood pool, looking very frightening.
"What's going on?!" Even Master Wu Xiang, who had always been calm, couldn't help but frown.
"What we're standing on seems to be the Bridge of Helplessness!!!" Zhang Sanfeng exclaimed.
"What?!"
As soon as these words came out, these people's expressions suddenly changed. According to legend, after death, the soul of a person would cross the Bridge of Helplessness. The good would be protected by the gods and Buddha and cross the bridge smoothly, while the evil would be thrown into the Blood River Pool to suffer. However, this was clearly the path of the dead, so why were they inexplicably on the Bridge of Helplessness?
When they stepped onto the bridge just now, it was as if their bodies had been sucked out. It was an indescribably strange feeling, but their minds were full of the force of nature, so they did not think too much about it. Now that they had walked to the middle of the bridge, they turned around and saw that the bridge behind them had disappeared into thin air. In other words, there was no way back.
"Evil cultivator, is this your doing?!" Senior Nun Emei angrily rebuked.
"I don't know what's going on either. Let's go!" The evil cultivator looked very innocent.
In the face of the evil cultivator's urging, they hesitated slightly and quickened their pace. Although it was difficult to walk, the desire to survive in their hearts supported them.
Seeing that they were about to reach the other side, a ray of blood light suddenly shot out from the Blood Pool and enveloped them. Then, the Blood Pool stirred as if there was a stick flipping over.
In a short while, a bottomless whirlpool appeared, as if something was rising slowly. Although they really wanted to walk to the other side, their legs seemed to be covered in plaster, and they could not move at all.
Soon, a huge head emerged from the pool, followed by a sharp face. They could tell that it was actually a stone statue. Perhaps the carving was too exquisite, so they felt that this statue could come to life at any time …
"Blood Moon Sovereign!!!"
After seeing the face of the stone statue, they spoke in unison. Their trembling voices were enough to prove the apprehension and fear in their hearts.
Although the people of the Diabolism had become a pile of loose sand, they had never given up on the great cause of reviving the Diabolism. The most crucial part of this was the Blood Moon Sovereign, which was also a trump card of the Diabolism.
It was said that the Blood Moon Sovereign was a Demon God of the ancient times, and he had the ability to destroy heaven and earth. However, he was besieged by the heaven-defying ancient masters, and after seven days and seven nights of killing, the Demon God's body was destroyed. Even so, he did not completely die. This statue was secretly created by the people of the Diabolism, but to revive the Blood Moon Sovereign, some extremely complicated conditions had to be met.
This Bridge of Helplessness was something that they had meticulously designed. It was undeniable that everyone had some shortcomings. They were also afraid of being thrown into the Blood Spirit Pool, and in a state of extreme panic, the spirit energy in their bodies was absorbed by the Blood Spirit Pool. As a result, when their spirit energy reached the requirements, they summoned the stone statue of the Blood Moon Sovereign.