World-Ending Demon Emperor
Chapter 255: One hundred and fifty-seven: Enter the temple, the supreme treasure!

Chapter 255: One hundred and fifty-seven: Enter the temple, the supreme treasure!

Jiang Xue paid no more attention to Suo Lun, his gaze fixed on the vast blood sea.

Then, he drew the Dragon Gold Sword and swiftly cut off more than a dozen jade slabs from the ruins, before tossing them into the blood sea.

He attempted to use these stone slabs to step across the blood sea.

However...

In an instant, the jade slabs were corroded into a thousand holes and shortly after, they melted into a pile of sludge, vanishing without a trace.

Seeing this, Suo Lun was nearly dumbfounded.

This blood sea was so terrifying that, he feared, anything that lived, anything at all, would be corroded and melted.

Jiang Xue frowned slightly and then set his gaze on the sword in his hands. After a brief hesitation, he threw the Dragon Gold Sword into the blood sea.

Immediately, Suo Lun nearly cried out in shock, his heart pounding.

Please, he knew you were rich and handsome, but... but this was too wasteful.

The Dragon Gold Sword, a treasure whose value was beyond measure—only five were known to exist in the world—and he had just thrown it into the blood sea. What if it was corroded?

But...

This beautiful and transparent Dragon Gold Sword was not served, floating above the blood sea, still radiating shimmering light.

Jiang Xue floated gently and landed on the Dragon Gold Sword in the blood sea. Although only the tips of his toes touched the blade, not a speck of the blood sea touched him.

Then, with a light push from his feet, he swiftly glided toward the Holy Temple at the center of the blood sea.

Leaving behind a stunned Suo Lun.

At this moment, thousands of words in Suo Lun’s heart condensed into one sentence.

"Damn it!"

Rich and handsome Jiang Xue had gone on the Dragon Gold Sword, leaving him alone, lamenting over the blood sea.

Suo Lun was also an absolute rich and handsome figure, so why was there such a big gap between rich and handsome people?

...

Jiang Xue, standing on the Dragon Gold Sword, swiftly glided, and in just half an hour, he had already reached the Holy Temple at the center of the blood sea.

He jumped down from the sword and stepped onto the temple floor. Then, releasing dragon power from his hands, he drew the floating Dragon Gold Sword in the blood sea back into his hands.

Then, he frowned slightly.

For the Dragon Gold Sword in his hands had turned completely ugly.

The initial Dragon Gold Sword was light and transparent, incomparably beautiful. After using it to cross the sea, the Dragon Gold Sword turned a blood-red color, its blade twisted and terrifying.

Anger flashed in his eyes, and he threw the ugly Dragon Gold Sword to the ground.

The Dragon Gold Sword, of which only five existed in the world, although slightly corroded by the blood sea, he just discarded it like that.

That was truly too wasteful. If anyone saw this, they would genuinely spit blood in dismay.

By this time, the doors of the temple had already swung open, and Jiang Xue walked in empty-handed.

The temple was vast, but nearly empty inside. The ceiling above was pitch-black as if it were a dark sky.

There was a time when the ceiling of this temple, like that of the Dragon Temple, seemed to twinkle with countless stars. But now, these stars had all been extinguished.

Jiang Xue’s gaze swept around the temple, finally settling on a sword suspended in the air at the center of the temple.

The sword’s sheath was ancient, as if bearing countless years, with mysterious and simple engravings that were extravagant, yet unadorned, and faintly exuded a transcendent aura.

His eyes suddenly brightened, and he floated up to grasp the sword, yanking it fiercely from its sheath.

The blade was like water, even seemingly fluid, glinting with luster as if it were Belle Glance herself.

With a light swoosh of the sword, a streak of sword light shot out, silently slicing through the temple’s massive stones.

And faint sounds of singing could be heard from within the sword, hinting at a mysterious force.

"A fine sword you are, from now on, you belong to me," Jiang Xue said, "Your name shall be ’Belle Glance’!"

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..." He swung the sword a few more times, the sword light fierce, chopping at the temple’s dark ceiling.

"Crack crack crack..." Suddenly, several cracks appeared on the black ceiling.

"So much for the feared Bloody Shore Lost City!" Jiang Xue laughed again, his voice unexpectedly soft and delicate.

"Cough..." He hurriedly coughed a few times, regaining his previous voice.

Then, he walked out of the temple, picking up the Dragon Gold Sword that had been thrown on the ground, planning to reuse the waste, and continued to tread on it out of the blood sea.

But then, his gaze fell on the mysterious and powerful sword he had just acquired, named Belle Glance.

Suddenly, his eyes, which were as fluid as water, were again filled with an eager destructive desire as if anything precious in his hands was something he yearned to destroy, to see if it would really be ruined.

And then, he actually drew the mysterious Belle Glance sword and threw it into the blood sea.

This, this truly alarmed one’s heart—a wastrel to the core!

Then, a miraculous scene occurred.

As the sword blade touched the water, the surging blood around it instantly became clear, then solidified into ice.

Jiang Xue’s eyes, more radiant and moving than a woman’s, widened in surprise, and he gently stepped onto the ice, which did not corrode.

How astonishing.

So, just like that, he used the Belle Glance sword to purify the blood and turned it into ice, directly exiting the blood sea.

After leaving the blood sea, the sun had already set.

One after another, the undead emerged from the streets. Countless undead crowded every corner of the city, dense and innumerable.

Jiang Xue’s eyes turned cold, ready to murder a path and rush into the nearest Holy Temple.

But unexpectedly, all the undead ghosts that saw him scattered out of the way, as if they were greatly afraid.

He was taken aback, then his face lit up with delight. Clearly, it wasn’t him that these undead were afraid of, but the sword in his hand!

The night in Bloody Shore Lost City had come, and the entire city’s defense mechanisms had lost their energy and were thus directly disabled.

Thus, these city plates would not move anymore, the labyrinth no longer existed, and neither did the deadly traps. Originally, due to the countless undead, one could not appear anywhere at night outside the Holy Temple, nor could they walk the city streets.

But now, with this mysterious and powerful sword in his hand, he could move unobstructed.

In this manner, he galloped along the main road, and wherever he went, the undead on both sides, like an ocean, parted for him.

In less than half an hour, he charged out of the Bloody Shore Lost City and then let out a whistle.

Immediately, a huge griffin flew from afar, landing on the cliff to the north of the Bloody Shore Lost City.

"Coward, you dare not fly inside," he once again taunted crisply, then lightly hopped onto the griffin’s back and flew toward the north.

Next, he took out a map from his bosom, densely covered with labyrinthine paths and exceedingly complex calculation formulas.

This so-called treasure map was now useless; with a gentle rub of his palm, the treasure map instantly turned into dust.

...

The sun was gradually setting!

Suo Lun was in a state of extreme anxiety, because once the sun set, darkness would fall immediately, and then countless undead would surge out.

And at this time, he was still a few thousand meters away from the nearest Holy Temple.

Should he return to the Holy Temple first? Or wait for darkness to fall to see what changes the Sea of Blood might undergo?

Suo Lun had to make a choice; if there had been no opportunity all day, perhaps at night, there might be a chance to cross the Sea of Blood?

However, if he could not cross it, Suo Lun would be attacked by countless undead, and this time, there would be no Jiang Xue to rescue him.

Suo Lun closed his eyes, once again waiting for that voice’s guidance.

However, his heart was now utterly silent, no sound arose.

Suddenly, the sun set, and night descended.

Innumerable undead crawled up from the ground, drilled out of the ruins, thousands, tens of thousands, or even more.

The undead, like a tide of green water, surged violently towards Suo Lun.

Suo Lun kept his eyes closed, waiting for the call of that enchanting voice to sound once more.

Yet the silence remained unbroken.

Suddenly, his heart stirred, feeling a breeze brush his face, he couldn’t help but open his eyes.

Instantly, he saw a white boat drifting near from atop the Sea of Blood.

Behind him, the sea of countless undead drew closer and closer.

And the white boat on the Sea of Blood also approached nearer and nearer.

"Ahhh ahhhh ahhhh..." Countless undead transformed into numerous streams of light, ferociously pouncing towards Suo Lun.

With all his strength, Suo Lun leaped powerfully onto the small boat in the Sea of Blood.

"Swoosh swoosh swoosh swoosh swoosh..." The countless undead, unable to stop their momentum, charged into the Sea of Blood, then emitted a series of shrieks, dissolving completely, reduced to ash and smoke.

The snow-white boat moved on its own, gently drifting toward the central temple.

The snow-white boat was exquisite and magnificent, pure and flawless, looking like the elves’ curved boats from the movies.

...

The snow-white boat drifted, neither quickly nor slowly, and two hours later, it reached the middle of the Sea of Blood—a tremendously huge Holy Temple.

This Holy Temple, like a small mountain, towered dozens of meters tall, spanning tens of thousands of square meters.

Suo Lun disembarked, stepped onto the temple’s stairs, the enormous double doors stood open, and Suo Lun walked in.

Inside, it was completely empty, void of anything.

Above him, the temple’s dome was as dark as the celestial canopy.

But... there was absolutely nothing here, no treasures or any Dragon Mark relics?

Suo Lun searched over and over again, no treasure to be found!

"Yao Xing, Jiang Xue must have arrived first and taken the treasures," Suo Lun said.

"Not necessarily," Yao Xing replied, "Master, you should search again."

Suo Lun searched throughout the entire Holy Temple once more, still finding nothing; not a single treasure nor even an extra stone could be found.

Jiang Xue had clearly been here and all signs pointed to her taking something.

However, at that moment...

"Crack-crack-crack..."

A tearing sound came from the Holy Temple’s dome.

Suo Lun looked up to see what appeared to be several cracks forming on the gigantic black dome.

Was this Holy Temple about to collapse?

Following that, the entire temple started to shake, and the Sea of Blood outside began to roil.

Meanwhile, from the cracks in the temple’s black dome, suddenly burst forth a beam of golden light.

"Crack-crack-crack..." The dome continued to tear.

Gold light shone through the cracks, growing brighter and wider.

Eventually, it was as if sunlight itself were shining through, intensely brilliant and dazzling.

"Boom..."

The entire dome of the temple completely collapsed.

That beam of golden light, the radiant and captivating treasure, slowly fell from above!

...

Note: Here’s the first update, brothers, I humbly ask for some monthly tickets, thank you!