Chapter 238 Bloody Forbidden Land
As soon as Mo Juren got into the silver carriage, he discovered that there was indeed a different world inside.

The carriage, which looked like it could only fit five or six people at most, actually had a huge space like a hall.

The sixty or seventy independent cultivators who had entered first sat cross-legged on the huge ground, without saying a word to each other.

But it is understandable if you think about it. After all, they all come here to participate in the unlimited elimination tournament. Even though they have nothing to do with each other now, once they step on the ring, they will be opponents who will fight to the death. If they let slip a word or their weakness is caught by others, it may mean the difference between life and death in the ring.

Besides, the temperament of this White-haired Evil King is unpredictable. Maybe everyone's every move is completely under his control. If you offend him carelessly with a single word, he can make you suffer with just a flick of his finger.

In this quiet environment, Mo Juren also found a corner, sat cross-legged, and began to practice quietly.

This huge hall-like space was surrounded by tall walls on all sides. Apart from a black hole at the entrance, one could not see what was happening outside, nor could one feel the vibrations from the carriage being driven.

No one knew where they were, where they would be taken, or even how much time had passed.

After about two days of silence, a monk finally couldn't stand it anymore and asked others,

"Everyone, where will this white-haired evil king take us? Do you have any opinions?"

Although everyone had a lot of questions in their mind, many people opened their eyes after hearing this, but no one answered him. After a long time, an elderly monk with white hair and beard said,
"Since the White-haired Evil Lord said that this is the intention of the seven major sects, it is useless for us to speculate here without any basis."

"Anyway, I think that with the White-haired Evil Lord's cultivation, if he wants to harm us, he can crush us to death with just one hand. What's the point of us thinking about it?"

Another monk also said,

"That's right. Everyone is here for the Foundation Establishment Pill. Anyway, the White-haired Evil Lord has said that as long as you get on the chariot, you will have a chance. What difference does it make if you get there earlier or later?"

No one could figure out what was going on and could only continue to practice in silence. Fortunately, there was good spiritual energy in this space, so everyone had something to do.

About three days later, in the quiet hall, the White-haired Evil Lord's unique feminine voice suddenly rang out,
"Everyone, in half a day, we will reach the entrance of this trial site. During this time, I will give you a few more instructions so that you can understand the purpose of this trip."

Mo Juren sensed something was wrong when he heard this. Trial ground? What was that? Wasn't it supposed to be a place for the elimination rounds?
All the casual cultivators listened quietly, only to hear the White-haired Evil Lord continue,

"I'm sure you all know that according to the unlimited elimination tournaments in previous years, at least half of the cultivators here would die in order to grab the Foundation Establishment Pill!"

“But only three or five of them will eventually get the pills, and all of them who stand to the end on the ring are covered in wounds. Even if they take the foundation-building pills, their chances of building a foundation in one fell swoop will be slim.”

"In view of this, instead of letting everyone sacrifice themselves in vain on the stage, it is better to change the method so that more people can get the opportunity to obtain the Foundation Establishment Pill."

The scattered cultivators looked at each other in bewilderment. It seemed that there would be some changes in this year's knockout round.

"This time, I have brought you to this place according to the wishes of the seven major sects. It is called the 'Bloody Forbidden Land'. This is an ancient secret realm jointly controlled by the seven major sects. The elixirs they need to refine the foundation-building pills all come from here!" Mo Juren was shocked when he heard this. It turned out that this Bloody Forbidden Land was the source of the three main medicines for the foundation-building pills jointly controlled by the seven major sects that Manager He of Wanbao Tower had told him about!

The independent cultivators also showed some joy on their faces. They did not expect that the seven major sects would allow them to get in touch with the true secret of the Foundation Establishment Pill. This was much more exciting than three or five Foundation Establishment Pills!
In response to the shock and joy of the crowd, the White-haired Evil Lord let the emotions ferment for a while before continuing,

"This forbidden area was originally sealed by a formation and is only opened once every five years. The spiritual medicines inside are all left over from ancient times, and many of them are unique items that cannot be found in the outside world."

"Of course, this blood forbidden land is not a good place, and spiritual medicines are not picked up for free. There are monsters guarding many places, and there are various formations and traps."

"More importantly, in addition to you, the seven major sects will also send their own disciples into this place. In order to compete for the spiritual medicine, fighting is not prohibited inside."

"Disciples of each sect respect strength and decide life and death by fate, so every time the forbidden area is opened, there will be bloodshed, and this is also the origin of the name of the Blood Forbidden Area!"

"There is also good news. That is, the formation of this blood-colored forbidden land will prohibit cultivators above the foundation-building stage from entering. In other words, your opponents will also be in the Qi-refining stage. This is not much different from you participating in an unlimited elimination tournament. I believe that you will be able to handle it with ease."

"Your main task is to enter the Blood Forbidden Land and pick the three main herbs for the Foundation Establishment Pill. After seven days, as long as you can bring out three spiritual herbs, you can get a Foundation Establishment Pill on the spot!"

Upon hearing this, the emotions of the group of casual cultivators became excited. Three spiritual herbs could be exchanged for a foundation-building pill, which was a much better chance than standing to the end in a knockout tournament.

After the White-haired Evil Lord finished speaking, he said nothing more, leaving everyone in the hall eager to try, some even impatiently.

Soon, after arriving at the place, a group of wandering cultivators once again walked out of the dark entrance and exit of the carriage with its mysterious interior.

The carriage landed in a desolate mountain whose location was unclear. Apart from being rather desolate, it did not give the impression of being a forbidden area at all.

After all the cultivators had come down, the White-haired Evil King lifted the magic horse chariot into the air again, as if he was waiting for something.

Mo Juren and a group of independent practitioners had no idea what was going on, so they could only find a place to wait.

Not long after, a sharp whistling sound was heard from the horizon, and a huge flying bat slowly approached, its huge wings flapping silently, casting a shadow that was almost ten feet long, covering the sky and the sun.

The flying bat hovered above everyone's heads, and suddenly more than twenty people jumped off its back.

Judging from their colorful clothes and the various bags covering their bodies, Mo Minren could tell at a glance that they were disciples of Lingshou Mountain!

Although he was not afraid of being recognized by others when mixed in the crowd, Mo Juren still couldn't help but shrink towards the crowded places...

(End of this chapter)