Chapter 681: Bloodthirst for Survival

Su Che muttered some chaotic thoughts to himself as he slowly rose into the air. He had already noticed a fist-sized hole in the statue’s forehead—undoubtedly, the Holy Demon Blood needed to be drawn out through that hole and swallowed.
“So disgusting! What a feeling!”
“Never mind, just drink it! As Lao Hei said, it’s lucky it’s Holy Demon Blood and not Holy Demon urine…”
About ten feet away from the statue, Su Che hovered in midair and used a minor spell to draw the liquid out of the hole. Immediately, a stream of black liquid shot straight toward him…
Ugh!
Even before drinking it, Su Che felt like vomiting. Yet he forced himself to prepare to drink it, but…
The stream of black liquid, which was less than three feet away from his lips, suddenly stopped moving and could no longer be drawn in!
What was going on?
The black-armored giant floated over and warned sternly, “If you try to secretly steal the Holy Demon Blood using spatial magic and pretend to drink it, it will be considered cheating. I will kill you without mercy!”
“You should have said that earlier. This is just a waste of my time!” Su Che retorted irritably.
Actually, the black-armored giant’s warning came at just the right time. Su Che and Lao Hei had planned to pretend to drink it while actually using the Immortal Prison in their minds to collect the liquid.
Would he discover such a trick? If exposed, they would face merciless death. Could Su Che bear such a risk of cheating?
“Let’s take a few sips first. If I can’t handle it, I’ll use the Immortal Prison to cheat…”
Su Che made up his mind, opened his mouth, and a stream of black liquid rushed in.
Gulping…
Su Che swallowed it with a grimace. It wasn’t because of the taste—it was simply too intense!
Think about it: this was the blood of some demon, stored here for who knows how many tens of thousands of years…
Was it expired? Rotten? Had strange, multi-limbed parasites grown in it?
“Huh?”
After actually drinking it and swallowing it, Su Che was surprised: the taste wasn’t bad at all!
It wasn’t bitter, foul, sour, or astringent—instead, it had an indescribably sweet flavor, with even a lingering aftertaste that left a pleasant sensation.
“Well, just based on the taste, it’s enough to comfort me…”

Time was pressing, and Su Che didn’t have time to express his feelings. A statue over thirty feet tall—when all the liquid inside it was poured out, it could definitely fill a small pond, and there would be no problem using it to bathe an elephant. Drink quickly! What was meant by “drinking” wasn’t to swallow it all into the stomach; after all, Su Che’s stomach didn’t have any abnormal storage capacity. Instead, it meant absorbing and transforming this liquid into one’s own internal energy. Only by doing so could one fully assimilate it. Absorbing the Holy Demon Blood and converting it into one’s own internal energy—without suffering from demonization… Presumably, this meant the challenge was successful. Su Che believed that the ultimate test of the Immortal-Demon Battlefield was to prove to certain people: I am the nemesis of the Origin Demons. If not, die! Gulp… As the Holy Demon Blood was swallowed in large quantities, like a whale devouring food, Su Che also struggled desperately to absorb it. In the blink of an eye, an extremely terrifying force of demonization swept through his body like a tsunami, turning Su Che completely black. His skin became as dark as the black statue opposite him. The two of them now looked very similar… In fact, Su Che also wanted to challenge himself. At least at the beginning, he didn’t plan to cheat using the Immortal Prison. He had this thought in mind: If I’m not that person, then who has the right to be? The black-armored giant floating nearby remained silent, but he understood best the horror and terror of the Holy Demon Blood. The black-armored giant could see that Su Che didn’t know what the Holy Demon Blood was, which was why he drank it so heartily—truly embodying the saying: Ignorance breeds courage! “The Holy Demon Blood is the true blood of the Origin Demon Emperor. The strength of the Origin Demon Emperor is equal to that of an Immortal Emperor in the Immortal Realm, only ranking below the Nine Great Demon Ancestors. Its power of demonization is infinitely terrifying.” “A single drop of Holy Demon Blood can drive an Immortal Emperor in the Immortal Realm to the path of darkness; ten drops can demonize a Great Luo Golden Immortal; drinking a hundred drops can make even an Immortal Emperor lose himself.” “This young man has drunk tens of thousands of drops in just a few gulps. With his current cultivation level of a half-immortal not yet recognized by the Heavenly Dao, he should have been demonized instantly. It seems he still has enough clear reason. Could he be that person…?” “Having drunk so much Holy Demon Blood, if he fails the challenge, he will eventually become another Origin Demon Emperor. He must be killed on the spot—this is my duty.”

The Blood of Saints and Demons, the true blood of a Demon Emperor—for ordinary beings in the world, it is utterly deadly, the most vicious substance imaginable. Touching it leads to possession by demons, with no chance of survival. Yet for the Origin Demons, it is the most precious nourishment, equivalent to the inheritance of a Demon Emperor’s power, second only to the inheritance from the Demon Ancestor. If such a significant amount of this Blood of Saints and Demons were placed before the Golden-Winged Demon Kings on the Battlefield of Immortals and Demons, they would surely fight each other to the death to seize it. It is believed that the strongest Demon Princess would without hesitation slaughter her father, uncles, and aunts to claim it all for herself… She may not care about power or status, but she will never give up on an inheritance of a Demon Emperor’s power. There’s no doubt about that! Of course, Su Che is unaware of all this. At this moment, he feels an overwhelming surge of demonic energy raging within his body, almost bursting it apart. “I must quickly transform this into my own power and store it. Otherwise, if I drink a few more sips, I’ll explode.” Fortunately, his meridians have been transformed by the Immortal Prison Pagoda, granting them a hundredfold to a thousandfold capacity to withstand amplification. The originally small channels have instantly expanded into vast rivers, with the surging demonic energy roaring within them. But unfortunately, he still doesn’t have a vast ocean to hold all this energy—his Immortal Infant surely can’t accommodate it. “What exactly is this Blood of Saints and Demons? Why does it contain such terrifying energy?” Su Che has consumed countless colorful spiritual fruits and is completely immune to the Origin Demonic Energy, so he can ignore its corrupting effects. What puzzles him now is that the energy within this Blood of Saints and Demons is extremely powerful, second only to the ancient demonic blood of the Sky-Devouring Rat he once absorbed, as well as the primordial blood of the Witch God. “The Sky-Devouring Rat and the Witch God are both at the peak level… Could it be that this so-called Blood of Saints and Demons is the true blood of some Demon Emperor among the Origin Demons, second only to the peak-level Demon Ancestor?” After all, Su Che possesses the mind of a ‘Creator God,’ and with a quick thought, he considers this possibility. But at this moment, it no longer matters whose blood this is—it’s crucial to figure out how to effectively absorb and transform it, and how to drink up the entire pool of black water within an hour. Survival first! Old Black offers a suggestion: “Master, you’ve already drunk this foul water. Now, if you just transform it into demonic energy and send it into the Immortal Prison, it shouldn’t count as cheating, right?”

“Who cares if it is or not!” Su Che roared in his heart. “If I don’t cheat now, I’m done!”
Indeed, if he continued to delay like this, Su Che would really burst. A mere Human Immortal, even if capable of resisting the demonic corruption from the Origin Demon Emperor’s inheritance, couldn’t bear such an overwhelming ocean of energy.
It’s like a mosquito that can ignore blood infected with a virus, but no matter what, it can’t suck all of a human’s blood into its stomach at once.
Drinking too much would only result in bursting from overfilling.
Huhuhuhu…
The surging magical energy from the massive waves reached the Immortal Prison, and Su Che immediately felt the pressure in his body decrease, allowing him to continue drinking the Sacred Demon Blood.
Even more fortunately, the black-armored giant beside him remained indifferent, saying nothing—clearly unaware of the Immortal Prison Pagoda within Su Che’s body, so there was no possibility of exposing his cheating.
Then let’s continue. There’s still such a large pool of black water—just a few sips so far!
In fact, the black-armored giant only cared whether Su Che truly drank the Sacred Demon Blood into his stomach. He didn’t care about any mysteries within Su Che’s body or how he transformed that demonic blood.
The black sand in the hourglass was slowly flowing, and the black-armored giant was ready at any moment to strike and kill Su Che, who had lost his humanity after being demonized—this was his duty.
Gurgle…
The Sacred Demon Blood kept flowing into Su Che’s mouth, swallowed endlessly. There was no doubt about it—it was purer than pure gold!
At the same time, the massive waves of magical energy kept pouring into the Immortal Prison. Lao He stored this energy in a certain place in the Immortal Prison world and then boldly drew out a small portion, combining it with life energy, Black Stone Clear Flow, and Chaos Energy to transmit it to the Creation Divine Tree on the sixth layer of the Immortal Prison.
Lao He’s idea was: if the Origin Demon Energy combined with the three energies of the Immortal Prison and went through the energy transformation of the Creation Divine Tree, it could produce colorful exotic fruits. So, what kind of fruit could this clearly more advanced Sacred Demon Blood create?
Su Che continued to drink blood in large gulps. On the sixth layer of the Immortal Prison, as a result of Lao He’s bold experiments, a multicolored fruit was slowly forming on one of the branches of the Creation Divine Tree.
The seven colors weren’t red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple, but white, cyan, black, red, yellow, gray, and purple.
“White represents metal, cyan represents wood, black represents water, red represents fire, and yellow represents earth…” Lao He murmured. “These five colors are clearly the colors of the five elements, but what about gray and purple?”

It wasn’t just this doubt; Lao He also felt that gray was the most dominant color, clearly overshadowing the other six, making the entire fruit appear dull and gloomy, not in good health at all.
“Something is missing, it seems to be…”
Lao He rested his chin in his hand and thought for a moment before nodding and saying, “Then add more!”