Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 956 [The Golden Throne - Ignite!]

As the torrent of memories in "Shared Knowledge" slowly subsided, Xia Xiu stood before the unfathomable Temple of Flesh and Blood, remaining silent for a long time.

In his consciousness, fragments of thoughts, as if recorded by a brass pen, had not yet dissipated, and the memories of Otrava, the unsung hero, still lingered in his mind.

This is a sorcerer, a seeker, a... true hero who inherited the path of Yern's lust for flesh.

He was not a madman, not one of those insane people who used flesh and blood as a means of cannibalism, not one of those flesh-loving cultists who indulged in sacrifice and plague.

Ottlav is calm, restrained, and rational.

He knows the darkness, but is not fascinated by it; he wields flesh and blood, but is not addicted to power.

He refused to sacrifice others to seal Chaos, and ultimately chose to use his entire body to build the Temple of No Sleep, becoming the Sealer and Night's Watchman of the Second Archon.

He accomplished what Yern originally wanted to convey—not to obey flesh and blood, but to lead flesh and blood.

It is not about sacrificing blood with blood, but about using blood to subdue the gods.

Xia Xiu lowered his head slightly, his right hand gently stroking the [Lever of Heaven], as if paying homage to this ancient sage.

At that moment, the final scene flashed through his mind.

The cave lights had long been extinguished, leaving only faint, flickering specks of light in the thick blood plasma.

Otrava had long since disassembled his skeleton into a bow and strings, wrapped his internal organs and nerve network into the foundation of the cave, and woven his skin into the outer wall of the cave, forming layers of writhing—the divine patchwork of corpses.

The outer layer is composed of fat, muscle, and blood vessels, rising and falling gently like breathing; the inner layer is composed of cartilage and tendons, fused with the rock wall, as if the altar and flesh coexist.

The entire space is like a great living being who lives on in death—sleepless, restless, and unyielding.

The melody he played lulled the Second Consul, who even the Crowned One could not suppress, to sleep.

The melody had no name, no rules, and no explanation, yet it sealed the Second Consul within the cave.

The images in my memory begin to become abstract and hazy, like a montage technique, with the span of time gradually widening.

At the end of that memory, a group of figures wearing hoods and crimson robes broke the seal on the grotto.

They entered the Temple of Flesh and Blood, like a swarm of flies climbing the altar.

Next, they forcibly plundered the Second Consul from the seal.

Chaos began to awaken, the aura of flesh and blood became restless, and the music ceased.

Without a doubt, these are the followers of the Blood God. They stole the Second Consul and fused him with the Blood God's supreme divinity, creating the monster sent to sabotage the opening ceremony—the Ultimate Creature.

That was the Blood God walking among mortals, a calamity disguised as a pawn, a catastrophe initiator that should not exist in the baseline reality.

"I see……"

Xia Xiu slowly raised his head, his eyes reflecting the constantly splitting black sphere of light. Clumps of chaotic matter, like cancer cells, were swelling, breaking, and replicating in the cave, like a morbid cosmic logic that desecrated reason, gradually devouring all order.

“Ottlava,” he murmured, his tone as calm as if stating destiny, “I will finish the unfinished final chapter for you.”

Before he finished speaking, Xia Xiu raised his right hand, the blood vessels between his five fingers flowing like crimson silk threads extending from his knuckles.

He activated the spell he inherited from the remnants of the heroic spirits—"Flesh and Blood Shaping: Zane's Harpist".

The entire flesh and blood domain of the Second Consul suddenly trembled, as if it had heard the call of its ancient master. The divine flesh and blood that were attached to the rock walls, seawater, and air began to slowly writhe, spiraling out from the top, bottom, and four walls of the cave. The tendons, ligaments, and nerve lines, like the brush of a craftsman, wove a completely new temple under Xia Xiu's will.

This is not the Hall of Flesh and Blood that Otrava once single-handedly built.

This is a true ensemble hall, a hymn gallery composed of thousands upon thousands of flesh-and-blood musicians.

Hundreds of performers, constructed from bones, tendons, blood vessels, and nerves, hang along the cave walls like chimes woven from human skin. Each body hangs upside down, its internal organs coiled around the ribs, transforming into tubes and bagpipes.

Their bones were extracted to make the pillars of a harp, their tendons were stretched to make the strings, their throats were hollowed out, and their vocal cords were wrapped around the blood-stained harp to produce eerie sounds.

They have no faces, no eyes, no souls; they possess only the instinct to play. They are organs of flesh and blood and the laws of divinity.

[The crown unfolds—]

[World Modulation Mode - Hall of a Thousand Melodies - Zane's Harpist's Domain!]

Play begins.

A blood-red sound emanated from the temple, initially a whisper-like chordal resonance, then layering up like multiple heartbeats echoing from the abyss. It carried no attack, no oppression, but was merely a purely constructive sound, causing the Second Archon's original, rampaging form—the endlessly replicating and splitting black sphere of light—to tremble.

The split-off orbs of light, like bubbles accidentally triggered, burst open one by one, silently and without a trace, as if they had never existed.

In the end, only the central primordial nucleus remained, unmoved, unbroken, and emitting a faint glow.

Xia Xiu took a deep breath, stepped forward, and began the final containment operation.

He pressed his palm against the root of the earth's veins in the flesh and blood land, and mentally constructed a spiral clam-like flesh and blood sac.

The entire temple then shrank, and a thousand musicians began to reconstruct the primordial light sphere, their flesh and blood intertwining and the structure sealing off, enveloping every inch of space within the cave into this organ.

Dozens of fleshy membranes form from the inside out, nested within each other. In each layer, hundreds of performers play different melodies, without interfering with each other and completely blocking each other out.

A round, heart-like organ—a new type of containment known as the [Shelter's Pouch]—finally took shape.

Its pulse is slow, and its skin is covered with rotating eyeballs and blood vessels.

Xia Xiu gazed at the flesh and blood organ, gently closed his eyes as if listening to the lingering echo of Ottrava within, and then opened his eyes.

“Adapass,” he called, “take me to the inner sanctum.”

His response came from a soft, trembling sound emanating from the bloodline, like an ancient bell being struck from the earth:
[Link confirmed: Throne of the Witch King - Successor]

[Authorization Verification: Temporary Seal of the Second Consul Completed]

[Open the entrance passage - leading to the inner sanctum]

[Those who offer poems, please step onto the spine of consciousness.]

Xia Xiu's figure slowly merged into the spiral-like spinal cord structure, swallowed by the twisted yet orderly flesh and blood pathways.

……

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As Xia Xiu stepped into the passage woven from flesh and spinal cord, it was as if he were being gently pushed by some ancient will, crossing the boundary called reason and falling into the abyss within divinity.

The doors to the inner sanctuary slowly opened.

The next second, Xia Xiu's five senses seemed to be completely stripped away, peeled off, and reconstructed—he instantly lost his sense of time and could no longer define the concepts of space or distance. He felt as if he were being cleansed by an invisible divinity, as if crystal flames were being injected into his veins, stepping into that legendary place amidst a mixture of pain and solemnity.

When his consciousness returned and his feet touched the ground, he was already standing on that indescribable sacred realm.

"The city of uncountable and unspeakable sins".

A paradise for lustful desires.

This is a temple city built upon the mountains of flesh and blood within His boundless body—magnificent beyond description, vast as a radiant holy realm floating in the universe.

The sky seemed to be split open, and the Milky Way poured down from above like a waterfall, sprinkling onto the ground made of gold and jade.

The temple entrance was wide and magnificent, with two giant bronze pillars supporting the lintel. The capitals of the pillars were entwined with mythical lotus carvings, and symbols that Xia Xiu had never deciphered were engraved on the bronze pillars.

The temple walls were inlaid with a large number of gemstones, and starlight shone through the dome, making the entire palace seem as if it were wrapped in the Milky Way—jade, amethyst, red jasper, aquamarine... These glitters intertwined and reflected on Xia Xiu's face, as if bestowing upon him a mask of a chosen one by the gods.

Outside the temple are the twelve gates and jade walls that encircle the entire main city.

It was a divine wall built of pure gemstones: the first foundation was jasper, the second sapphire, the third green agate, the fourth emerald, the fifth red agate, the sixth ruby, the seventh yellow tourmaline, the eighth turquoise, the ninth red tourmaline, the tenth jadeite, the eleventh agate, and the twelfth amethyst.

Each gemstone shines like a star, its brilliance constant.

The twelve colossal gates were crafted from perfectly polished pearls—pearls beyond human capability. Deeper still, four divine rivers flowed from the temple, running like veins throughout the entire area:

The land encircled by the first divine river was covered with gold, its pure light seemingly melting the eyes, with occasional red agate and pearls floating among it.

The second divine river meanders through a forbidden area, where twin trees that have never borne fruit grow, representing the unfulfilled promise of the gods.
The third divine river nurtured the dense forest garden, where trees flourished and seven-colored fruits hung from the branches and leaves.

The fourth divine river envelops a sacred land known as the "land flowing with milk and honey," where the air carries a sweet and abundant aroma, like the breath of the Holy Spirit.

This time, Xia Xiu did not descend into the deepest part of the Inner Temple through the folding of consciousness or the projection of spirituality.

Before his feet even touched the ground, with just a thought, he and the Second Governor who had been contained were pulled into the core space at the bottom of the Holy Domain by the entire system of lust and flesh.

It was a silent transfer, like blood flowing into the heart, like consciousness sinking into its origin.

And the moment he opened his eyes again, he saw it.

That legendary throne, the origin to which all carnal memories, rituals, sacrifices, and cruel glory point—the throne of the Witch King.

It stands there, like a myth brought to life, like a golden altar slumbering in the heart of a land of flesh and blood.

It was a throne cast from tons of gold alloy, towering like a mountain and solemn like a statue of an eternal god.

Its high-backed chair pierces the sky, its top sharp and pointed like a spire, resembling a spearhead piercing through the fleshy canopy.

Around the spire, countless small crystals are scattered and embedded, like stars sleeping within, occasionally emitting a divine pulse of ethereal blue, like the Milky Way whispering in the night sky.

The throne is covered with intricate patterns and holy symbols carved by Yann himself. Each pattern carries a peculiar rhythm, as if it were the breath of flesh and blood, or the whispers of the old kingdom.

In the resonance between metal and divinity, the throne seems not to be an inanimate object, but a sleeping being.

On either side of its armrest are two semi-floating circular chambers, inside which six empty rune holes shimmer silently—those are the Archon containment devices.

Legend has it that Yann sat upon this throne, wielding the power of the six Archons to command the Dragon Queen, suppress the Abyss, and sweep away all enemies during the Age of Gods.

The throne's seat is wide and heavy, with woven metal tubes and fleshy conduits growing along its front edge. These tubes meander down to the ground, connecting to the throne's base like an umbilical cord.

They burrowed deep into that wall of flesh.

This is not the foundation of a palace built of ordinary objects, but a "wall of flesh," the pillars of a temple forged from the blood and flesh of countless prisoners of war of the Desire Empire assimilated with lime.

The walls undulated with barely perceptible breathing, and occasionally, blurry human faces, joints, fragments of the spine, and pale finger bones would appear on their surface, like nailed souls crying out, or like offering sacrifices to the splendor of a throne.

This also symbolizes the decline of the empire of lust.

In the years following the disappearance of Yann and the gradual vanishing of the Six Commanders, the flesh-loving believers could no longer freely enter and leave the inner sanctuary.

If they wanted to maintain their access to the inner sanctum, they had to sacrifice a thousand powerful enemies every day, offering their souls, flesh, and will to the throne. The priests would chant incantations to guide the sacrifice, infusing it into the flesh wall, barely ensuring that the throne's "access to the throne" would not be interrupted.

Only in this way can the inner sanctum's doors be partially opened to the flesh sorcerers.

With the empire long since crumbled and the Four Saints disappearing without a trace, the believers were no longer able to raise such a vast amount of offerings. The throne of the Witch King, having lost Yern, began to reject the increasingly twisted believers of lust. In the end, the inner sanctuary closed its doors to all believers of lust.

Xia Xiu stood before the throne, silent as a mountain.

That throne of the sorcerer, cast in gold, stands deep within the temple where flesh and civilization meet, bathed in the eternal divine radiance.

It stood silently, as if gazing at him.

It was as if they had known a thousand years ago that someone would eventually emerge from between the mortal world and the abyss, climb the steps, and inherit his heavy burden and honor.

Xia Xiu looked down at the containment sphere core in his palm—a concentrated core of flesh and blood that the Second Governor had been compressed into, floating quietly and emitting extremely faint yet fundamentally trembling divine fluctuations.

He took a deep breath, raised his hand and waved it, and the Second Consul was steadily placed into the empty containment device on the right side of the throne.

"Click——"

At this moment, a containment tube woven from gold and bone silently emerged from deep within the seat, probing into the blood core like a divine finger.

The next moment, an ancient, stagnant, and torrent-like mysterious power surged back, instantly penetrating the entire conduit system of the throne.

The golden throne was set ablaze.

A faint blue pulse emanated from the interior of the gold casting, and light flowed from the armrests to the tower-like backrest, with star crystals lighting up one by one at the top.

This is the response of the carnal spectrum.

An ancient panel made of parchment slowly appeared before him; it was a divine call and an echo of will.

On those flesh-like, writhing pages, lines of text emerged from the void like burning laws.

"The path of lust begins at the throne of the old king, with the six rulers as his pillars and the four saints as his ministers."

"Those who gain power must bear responsibility; those who ascend to the throne must fulfill their oaths."

"In the past, Yann forged the world with his flesh and blood, nurtured dragons with his bones and flesh, wove the kingdom with his laws, and ruled the Dragon Mother with his throne."

"Now that the king is absent, the empty throne is unsettling; may the new son fulfill his wishes, ascend the high position, and become the master of the lineage of desires!"

Xia Xiu raised his eyes, and his eyes reflected the golden throne and the Heavenly Revelation Seal of the Twelve Rings.

Directly in front of the throne, two openwork golden staircases slowly extend outwards. The staircases seem not to be made for the body, but for the spirit—they lead to the symbol of divinity, to the supreme position left by the ancient will.

He took a step.

The escalator is flanked by railings forged from blood steel, adorned with obsidian amulets, each inscribed with the prayers and fragments of contracts of unknown beings.

As he stepped onto the first step, a divine mark was deeply etched into his soul, as if the seal of destiny were hanging upon it.

In the second stage, the body begins to tremble slightly.

In the third stage, whispers echoed in the sea of ​​consciousness.

The fourth stage is when the fire of law ignites within the blood.

He went step by step, without hesitation or retreat, until he reached the very top.

The golden throne is within reach.

He slowly turned around and took one last look at the entire inner sanctuary—the magnificent city forged from gems and flesh, the sacred structure supported by sacrifices.

Then he sat down.

The golden throne emitted a deep and heavy echo, like an ancient god awakening.

[The process for determining the successor in the Desire for Flesh has been initiated—]

[The City of Uncountable and Unspeakable Sins has added a new heir to the throne list.]

You are currently the fifth in line to the throne!

[Searching for other heirs in line—]

[First in line to the throne: Saint Nadox - No response!]

[Second in line to the throne: Saint Ravata - Abnormal response!]

[Third in line to the throne: Saint Oroch – Abnormal response!]

[Fourth in line to the throne: Saint Saen - Abnormal response!]

You have gained partial control over the Golden Throne.

Your current level of physical desire is changing—

A new saint of lust is being born—