Daily life of a cultivation judge-Chapter 1119 - The last battleground (2)

1119: The last battleground (2)

1119: The last battleground (2)

As for why even those as powerful as them would dare to take such a risk, the answer was simple.

Cultivation, at its core, was the pursuit of strength.

And as deplorable as it was, blood refinement cultivation offered one of the fastest paths to power.

With its greatest weakness eliminated, it was inevitable that many would be tempted—whether they were struggling with weak talent and no foundation or were already fairly talented with sufficient backing.

The allure of strength was something most cultivators could not resist.

Whether they admitted it or not, once they embarked on the path of cultivation and felt power coursing through their bodies, once they experienced the exhilaration of advancing realms and transcending limits, they became hooked.

Strength might not have been the reason they first stepped through the door, but it almost always became the reason they kept walking.

That temptation was what fueled the meteoric rise of the Crimson Wave Tide Sect, allowing it to expand at an astonishing pace.

The shockwaves it sent across the continent were so profound that even a holy land, known for its indifferent nature, was forced to take action.

The Radiant Sword Sect eventually stepped in, taking on the mission of eradicating the Crimson Wave Tide Sect, who had hoped to use them as whetstones to temper their disciples whilst at the same time establishing their prestige.

Yet, despite their supreme status, formidable strength, and the elite lineup they fielded, they ended up paying a price they likely never expected.

Several of their elders and core disciples fell in battle, and their forces came dangerously close to being completely routed—until, at the last moment, they were forced to invoke and summon one of their supreme elders to salvage the situation.

The battle between the two sides had raged across nearly half the continent, its effect creating shockwaves all over the continent.

Countless cultivators and factions were drawn into the conflict, whether through direct involvement or by offering support, proof of how far-reaching the Crimson Wave Tide Sect’s influence had become if organizations would clamor in support despite it meaning facing off against a holy land.

In the end, they were defeated, and their founder fell with them—though unverified rumors persisted that he might still be alive.

The blood refinement art he created was lost in the chaos, its whereabouts unknown to this day.

Some believed it had been destroyed in the sect’s downfall, while others speculated that it might still exist somewhere, ownerless or with one.

Yang Qing, ever the skeptic, found it hard to believe that such a profound art had simply vanished.

It wasn’t entirely impossible that the Radiant Sword Sect had it in their possession.

After all, to the victor go the spoils.

And while the technique was undeniably fiendish, it was still a high-grade art—one rumored to have reached the fabled purple grade.

Even Yang Qing couldn’t deny he developed a little bit of curiosity when he first read about it.

Not to cultivate it, of course— as it was the antithesis of both his physique and his dao.

But studying it could offer valuable insight into how the Crimson Wave Tide Sect’s founder had bridged the gap between mind and body.

Understanding it might also prove useful in dealing with blood refinement cultivators in the future.

After all, no one knew them better than the founder of the Crimson Wave Tide.

And perhaps, he mused, that was one of the reasons the Radiant Sword Sect might have chosen to keep the art—if they truly had it.

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Countless battlefields were rehabilitated, restored, and transformed into places teeming with life—concealing the tragedies that once unfolded there.

All except for one.

The place Shao An had mentioned.

That battlefield remained the last witness to the war.

But it wasn’t because the damage had been too severe for time to mend.

Far from it.

Even the most devastating battleground—the site where the Crimson Wave Tide Sect’s founder had fallen—had been restored, despite the fact that the battle had torn through space itself, leaving the region exposed to the void domain and its leaking energies.

No, the reason this battlefield endured was no accident.

It remained because of a deliberate effort by the Radiant Sword Sect.

A warning.

A reminder of what fate awaited those who dared follow in the footsteps of the Crimson Wave Tide Sect and its founder.

And though it hadn’t been the primary battleground, its message was no less potent.

More than a dozen domain experts and countless palace realm cultivators had perished within its confines.

That battleground had once been the territory of the Banyan Empire, the rank two empire that had thrown its lot with the Crimson Tide Wave Sect.It had been home to numerous domain experts and other powers whose numbers only swelled further when they joined up with the fiendish sect.

Yet, just like the Crimson Wave Tide Sect, it had been cut down under the mighty sword of the Radiant Sword Sect.

It was rumored that the body of one of their emperors, a peak-stage domain expert, had been nailed to the palace gates—and that, even to this day, it remains there, hanging limply, held aloft by a Radiant Sword Sect blade.

Whether that was true or not was of little consequence to the matter at hand as far as Yang Qing was concerned.

What did matter was that the battleground was treacherous, a place where even domain experts tread carefully, and where countless palace realm cultivators had met their deaths for daring to venture in.

Because of the battle’s scale and the number of fallen experts, there was no shortage of cultivators willing to risk their lives to enter, chasing after so-called fortune.

To put it bluntly, they were there to loot corpses and scavenge the battlefield—after all, with so many domain experts, palace realm cultivators, and powerful figures having perished there, who knew what treasures remained buried within?

Despite the dangers, thrill-seekers and fortune-hunters never ceased trying their luck.

But until now, Yang Qing had never heard of a palace realm cultivator surviving such a place—let alone escaping it alive.