"My time is running out!"

Suddenly, Ye Xuan whispered heavily.

The person who emerged from the Chaos River gave Ye Xuan an overwhelming sense of urgency, filled with murderous intent in his departing gaze.

Ye Xuan was certain that the person wanted to kill him, as easily as crushing an ant.

However, this taboo figure from the Chaos River seemed to have some concerns, thus refraining from taking action against him.

"What is he worried about?" Ye Xuan muttered, puzzled.

For a long time!

Ye Xuan couldn’t figure out the key, but he could determine one thing: this person held great hostility towards him.

"No, I must speed up my cultivation, and the plans must be implemented faster."

Ye Xuan stopped pondering; no matter how much he thought, only strong cultivation was the foundation. Otherwise, what difference would it make if he knew the truth?

That day, Ye Xuan emerged from his cave abode and initiated his ruthless plan.

Slaughter! Plunder!

That was Ye Xuan’s initial plan.

But the plan changed slightly.

Ye Xuan’s initial plan was simple.

The Hundred Scions Battlefield had countless opportunities, where each participant searched until the top ten strongest emerged.

Ye Xuan chose to go into seclusion while these so-called Divine Sons and Saint Heirs fought for opportunities, planning to reap the rewards later.

Once these people had exhausted the opportunities in the Hundred Scions Battlefield, he would appear to seize them all.

However, Ye Xuan’s plan changed slightly now. He wanted the opportunities in the Hundred Scions Battlefield, and the lives of those participating Divine Sons and Saint Heirs too.

Don’t forget, those who could participate in the Hundred Scions Battlefield had a minimum cultivation of the second stage of Immortality. They were all great supplements.

By hunting them down and devouring their cultivation, he could greatly accelerate the cultivation speed of his true self.

The only regret was that if Ye Xuan killed them, no one would look for opportunities in the Hundred Scions Battlefield for him, causing him to miss out on many chances.

But it didn’t matter.

Ye Xuan was already determined; he would hunt only the highly cultivated Divine Sons and Saint Heirs.

Not only could he seize their opportunities, but he could also devour their entire cultivation.

As for those with weak cultivation, Ye Xuan could temporarily spare them, keeping them in the Hundred Scions Battlefield to search for opportunities for him.

Until millions of years passed, these nurtured Saint Heirs and Divine Sons would also rise in cultivation, each finding significant opportunities. Then Ye Xuan would capture them all.

...

The Blood Sea surged sky-high, vicious to the extreme!

Ye Xuan took the initiative, holding the Green Treasure Gourd in his hands. His established hunting plan turned the Hundred Scions Battlefield into a blood-red hell.

Opening the Nine Heavenly Gates, overwhelmed by the Power of Destruction, who in the Hundred Scions Battlefield could rival Ye Xuan, except for the most mysterious young Heavenly Prides?

From east to west, from south to north.

Ye Xuan became a killing machine; anyone with the cultivation of opening seven Heavenly Gates became Ye Xuan’s target.

Saint Heirs wailed, Goddesses fell.

Regardless of which Daoist or Great Sect you hailed from, if Ye Xuan marked you as prey, you were slaughtered. Your cultivation absorbed entirely into the Green Treasure Gourd.

Along with the opportunities they had just acquired, even their Qiankun Bags became Ye Xuan’s possessions.

As Ye Xuan carried out his slaughter, the entire Hundred Scions Battlefield was in extreme turmoil; even the heirs of Supreme Daoists retreated, not daring to face Ye Xuan.

Moreover, two great demonic prodigies also hid away, clearly unwilling to provoke Ye Xuan’s ferocity.

Unless the two demonic prodigies opened the ninth Heavenly Gate, they would never fight Ye Xuan, especially as the Chaos Divine Son was a previous lesson.

In a hurried two million years.

The Hundred Scions Battlefield was filled with wailing; only less than 200 people remained, with most Saint Heirs and Heavenly Prides dying at Ye Xuan’s hands, sparing only a few.

Ye Xuan had become the nightmare of the Hundred Scions Battlefield; if anyone opened the seventh or eighth Heavenly Gate, he would appear to hunt them.

Furthermore, should he hear of anyone getting a significant opportunity, he would go to their cave abode to demand it. If refused, he would obliterate them without mercy. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

His ferocity was unparalleled, causing shivers of fear.

The Hundred Scions Battlefield was entirely sealed; these Saint Heirs and Goddesses couldn’t escape, forced to hide daily to evade Ye Xuan’s lethal hand.

Indeed, they were barely surviving, extremely humbled.

Of course, some went to seek an audience with Ye Xuan, hoping to become his followers and thus avoid being hunted by him.

Unfortunately.

Those who sought Ye Xuan, if they had strong cultivation, were obliterated by him.

Those with weak cultivation were simply thrown out by Ye Xuan.

According to Ye Xuan, they were just worthless trash; how could he take trash as followers?

Finally!

Under the oppressive shadow, Ye Xuan suddenly became eerily quiet, staying hidden for a full million years without emerging.

This allowed the remaining few Saint Heirs and Holy Daughters to finally breathe a sigh of relief, momentarily easing their hearts, and temporarily preserving their lives.

After five million years of nightmares, these Saint Heirs and Holy Daughters finally understood Ye Xuan’s motive for killing.

Anyone who opened the seventh Heavenly Gate or higher was Ye Xuan’s target.

This led to a peculiar phenomenon where everyone began suppressing their cultivation, refusing to break through even when capable of opening new Heavenly Gates.

Because once they broke through their realms, Ye Xuan would appear like a nightmare, mercilessly stripping away their lives.

...

Inside the cave abode.

Ye Xuan sat cross-legged, the Nine Heavenly Gates rotating behind him, the teleportation channel between his avatar and true self opening.

On the other side of the channel, his true self’s seven Heavenly Gates shone brilliantly, surrounded by burial lights, with mountains of Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures transforming into surging Spiritual Energy pouring into his true self.

But it wasn’t over!

A Green Treasure Gourd was reversed, pouring torrents of the Blood Sea towards the true self, which was absorbed and devoured insanely.

Ye Xuan had killed countless Saint Heirs and Holy Daughters, plundering their opportunities and even the Spiritual Objects within their Qiankun Bags.

This unimaginable treasure was now all pouring into his true self, causing his true self’s cultivation to soar frighteningly.

Rumble!

The eighth Heavenly Gate came into formation, following a tremendous roar, seamlessly forming without any hindrance.

With the true self opening the eighth Heavenly Gate, his cultivation and combat power soared again, the very Underworld seeming unable to contain the terrifying aura of his true self.

"Only one Heavenly Gate opened?"

Ye Xuan spoke in disappointment. Though he smoothly opened the eighth Heavenly Gate, one should know he used countless Blood Soul Essences and many gained opportunities and Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures.

To put it plainly.

Just the cultivation of these hunted Saint Heirs and Holy Daughters, alongside the mountain of Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures, should be enough to forge a half-step Supreme existence.