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Chapter 1838: Small Sacrifice, Source (Update)

"go!"

In the blurred time and space, accompanied by Xu Xin's shout, the three towering figures gradually disappeared and dispersed, and opposite them, the nine-in-one figure stood alone for a long time, and finally suddenly separated and dispersed into nine figures.

In the otherworldly land, there are broken thunders, exploded cauldron marks, broken sword lights, nearly dry chaos, and devastation everywhere. The traces of Tao left in this battlefield are enough to kill even an Immortal Emperor if he breaks in.

Nine tall black shadows were silent and depressed, and they did not move for a long time. Their figures were blurry, their aura was dim, their bodies were covered with cracks and blood, and they looked like they would explode at any time.

"Why let them go?"

"It's not the best opportunity to start a war. The outcome is unpredictable."

"Now is the best time to start a war. Otherwise, if we wait until next time, we might not be facing three people."

"It's not that easy to make a breakthrough in the Way of Sacrifice."

"We still have a chance to find fellow black-blooded Taoists, or train new black-blooded Taoists. Only when we are perfect can we win."

There were conflicts among the nine ancestors. Some thought that they could catch the three of them in one fell swoop, while others felt that only by gathering the ten ancestors together could they be truly sure of success and perfect.

Otherwise, the result of a hasty fight to the death would surely be the death of someone. They could sense it just now, it was just a little bit short.

Now the ancestor is still very weak. His origin has been pierced many times, his arms are broken and bleeding, his eye sockets are torn, and half of his face is gone. If it weren't for the ancestral land, he would have died.

Even with Gao Yuan providing him with great strength, he and several others' bodies decayed, the fire of their souls dimmed, their forms and spirits were riddled with holes, and they were almost completely dead, the kind that even Gao Yuan could not revive.

This battle destroyed the inherent belief in invincibility in the hearts of the ancestors. Even their ancestral land could not protect them, and they are still frightened to this day.

The nine of them worked together and just kept deducing. Even if they could win in the end, it would definitely be a miserable victory. At least six ancestors would be dragged along by the three men, and they might not be able to wipe out all three. There was a possibility that they would escape.

This variable is the mysterious third person, with his ghostly face and blurry figure, which makes them unable to sleep or eat.

They knew that Emperor Huang Tian and Emperor Ye Tian were both tough guys who cared about the world, and that threatening all living beings and the people they cared about could force them into a decisive battle.

But the third person only knew that he had a great cause and effect with Emperor Huang Tian. As a powerful priest, he had been hiding his head and showing his tail. He was even more like a rat in the gutter than them, despicable and shameless, and would do anything to achieve his goal.

A powerful priest of the Dao actually attacked secretly, and even attacked from behind. When the fight broke out, he let his teammates Huang and Ye take the blame while he attacked himself. His actions one after another completely shocked all of their ancestors.

They can be sure that he is a guy who has no bottom line, does not care about means, and basically does not care about all living beings.

It was too dangerous and disturbing for a guy like this to be mixed up with Huang and Ye, but there was nothing they could do.

Although they have clashed several times, they have not been able to find out the identity of that person. They don't know how to target him based on his identity and force him to fight.

Huang and Ye both have people they care about. They can use those people to force them into a situation where they will fight to the death, but that person... is that okay?
Although the nine ancestors asked themselves this question in their hearts, they all answered firmly... No.

"I don't know whether to be thankful or unfortunate. Although it was tragic, it finally made us wake up in advance and find a way out of the situation, rewriting the horrible ending that made us tremble and shudder in our dreams."

"In that dream, there was a vague figure, crying and laughing. That ghost face was probably a human!"

"That's good. We can find all the variables at once. Although we can't wipe them out at once for the time being, as long as they leave any trace, we will be able to find them again sooner or later."

"Before that, the Black Blood Ancestor must be returned to his place."

"I can only apologize to fellow Daoist Blackblood."

"When we return to the plateau, we will immediately release the supply of ancestral substances and original substances. Not only the ten great ancestors, but also the ten great immortal emperors must be replenished."

"When the ancestor returns to his throne, a great sacrifice will be made to the world and offered to the highest."

"Kill them all, and from now on there will be no emperor in the world except for my clan!"

The nine ancestors spoke one after another, and suddenly a cold wind blew inexplicably. They, who were almost beyond the cause and effect of the world, suddenly felt a little cold. They looked at each other, quickly disappeared, and returned to their ancestral land to recuperate.

At this moment, if those three people came back, their situation would be worrying. They might be ambushed and several of them would die.

At the end of the plateau, the nine ancestors were surrounded by a thick and strange substance. The supreme substance submerged them and allowed their injuries to slowly recover.

Even while repairing their injured bodies and restoring their shattered essences, the nine ancestors still did not relax and kept trying to deduce and try to find the three people who had lost their traces.

Soon, they felt a chill in their hearts. The nine weak ancestors found it increasingly difficult to find any clues when they joined forces.

What they saw before them was a fog, and they could no longer see the three people clearly.

"Recall the Immortal Emperor and Quasi-Immortal Emperor. The Original Ancestor Plan cannot be delayed."

The faces of the several ancestors were cold and their eyes were intimidating. As their cold voices rang out, one after another imperial shadows crossed over the outer world, returned to the plateau, and came to the end of the plateau.

Four emperor shadows that transcend time and space stood in the front. These were the only four remaining immortal emperors of the strange tribe. Behind them were numerous emperor shadows, each of whom had surpassed the realm of the Immortal King. The best among them could be called Dao Ancestors.

In the ancient ancestral land, at the end of the plateau, there were already nine figures standing, as if they had existed before the creation of the world, looking down at the strange creatures.

"Ancestors... nine, no, ten. There are actually ten great ancestors?"

It was the first time for many quasi-immortal emperors to come to the end of the plateau for an audience, and it was also the first time they knew that there were nine...ten ancestors in the plateau.

Each ancestor is a powerful being beyond the level of Immortal Emperor. There are a total of ten such beings in their strange tribe. No wonder they are invincible in the world.

Many quasi-immortal emperors were shocked, and the four strange immortal emperors were also shocked. They were not shocked that there were ten ancestors, but were shocked at the state of the ancestors. As immortal emperors beyond time and space, they were only half a step away from the ancestors and could perceive the great war taking place outside of time and space.

They didn't know the outcome of that battle, but judging from the current state of the nine ancestors, the situation was probably not good.

"We have decided to grant you the original substance of black blood. As long as someone can withstand the baptism of black blood, he or she will have the opportunity to step into the ancestral realm and be on par with us."

An ancestor spoke, and ancient syllables echoed, as if something was rubbing against a stone slab. It was so creepy that all the emperors trembled with fear.

But after the fear, they fell into ecstasy.

Black blood primordial substance? A chance to be on par with the original ancestor.

Although success is not guaranteed, it will give you the possibility to step into a wider world. "Let's get started!"

"The four of you, as well as Fellow Daoist Blackblood's descendants, all come forward!"

The strange ancestor opened his mouth, and many figures walked out from among the many emperors. The front ones were naturally the four strange immortal emperors. They were closest to the ancestor's realm. They only needed to take another half step forward in the immortal emperor realm to become the new ancestor.

Of course, there are also troubles. The four strange immortal emperors are not from the black blood lineage.

Although all the weirdness originated from a "sick" supreme being, they are after all from different original branches. Forcibly changing the path of the Immortal Emperor will ultimately be dangerous, and the possibility of success is not high.

However, this was the choice of the four strange Immortal Emperors after all. No one was willing to give up the opportunity to progress and become the ancestor.

In addition to these four people, there are also quasi-immortal emperors of the black blood lineage. These people have a greater possibility of fusing the black blood primordial substance, but their realm is too low. They must first be promoted to immortal emperors and then become ancestors, which takes too long.

In fact, the best candidate to replace the Black Blood Ancestor would be the Black Blood lineage's chief priest Immortal Emperor, but unfortunately, two generations of Black Blood chief priests had been completely killed.

Now it seems that all this was planned by the enemy!

The nine ancestors were helpless, but since things had come to this point, they could only make a choice.

"Although we did not completely complete the grand sacrifice this time, we did harvest a lot of sacrifices. We can perform a small sacrifice to protect you."

One of the ancestors opened his mouth, and the nine ancestors worked together to display a terrifying force that transcended time and space. The nine hanging coffins behind them stirred up great power. The last coffin, an ancient coffin belonging to the black blood lineage, slowly floated out, and the coffin lid kept shaking, and was about to open.

"Sacrifice, rise!"

An ancestor opened his mouth and with a casual stroke of his hand broke through time and space. The endless blood-red ocean outside the plateau was turbulent, the sacrificial sea was surging with waves, and large pieces of broken world were shattered.

Even God, even the heavens, are like isolated islands in front of it. Bloody waves crash into the sky, and countless times and spaces from ancient times to the present are stirred and shattered.

This is the infinite universe that was destroyed in the past. Every wave was once brilliant. It was the vibrant world of the past. But they were all sacrificed by the strange tribe and turned into the smoke of history. Now only the broken and shattered world remains. The vitality has dissipated, forming a bloody sacrificial sea.

The sacrificial sea is vast and boundless, and even the Immortal Emperor can easily get lost in it. He needs clear coordinates, otherwise he may fall into an unknown place where ancient and modern times are confused, or a place of death.

Deep in the bloody ocean, there is an altar, majestic and tall, silent and still.

As the ancestor took action, the altar slowly rose from the waves. The surrounding waves stopped and calmed down, unable to touch it.

At this moment, the nine ancestors all prayed solemnly, full of piety and awe.

Many Immortal Emperors and Quasi-Immortal Emperors knelt down and bowed their heads, kowtowing towards the altar, waiting for the grand sacrifice and baptism.

An ancestor tore through time and space, countless blood lights flew, and finally sank into the altar.

The enemies who died in battle and the strongest opponents were all excellent sacrifices. With their remaining blood and their brilliance, they were offered sacrifices on this ancient altar.

But unfortunately, they were unable to collect any valuable remaining blood of the strong this time, and could only harvest some ordinary creatures.

Therefore, this time it cannot be considered a big sacrifice, at most it is a small sacrifice.

The altar rose up, and a strange power filled the air. The pitch-black ancient coffin at the end of the plateau reacted. Bits of debris stained with black blood flew out, seemingly very sparse, but the moment they appeared, a pitch-black whirlwind swept across the plateau.

"The original substance, that person's... ashes..."

The oldest of the four strange immortal emperors knew many secrets, including speculation about primordial matter.

Throughout history, some people have suspected the source of the mysterious power, the truth behind the great sacrifice, and the nature of the ominous power, but no one has ever been able to explore it to the end.

But even the Road-Ending level creatures in the Land of Calamity were only following orders, not knowing who they were sacrificing for. Over a very long period of time, many strange Immortal Emperors did not even know the ultimate meaning of this ritual.

However, in recent times, with the birth of the first ancestor, some secrets were revealed, and the truth of the great sacrifice seemed to be to honor an ancient powerful being.

The few words of the ancestor revealed part of the truth. The source of their power, the real source of the weirdness, refers to a certain existence that once left traces in the world.

When he first learned about this, even the Weird Immortal Emperor was horrified and filled with fear.

But as they learned more, they became more curious.

That ancient creature seemed to no longer exist, passed away.

The reason why this strange tribe keeps on offering sacrifices is to pursue stronger power, hoping that the traces that person left in the infinite universe will be revealed, or even revive a wisp of his thoughts, giving them inspiration and helping them to step into a higher level.

The source of the strange power and the origin of the ominous creatures all point to one living being?
When they first learned the truth, even the creatures at the end of the road felt their scalps tingling. How could such a monster exist in this world?

A pitch-black whirlwind swept to the end of the plateau, along with wisps of dust stained with black blood. The Immortal Emperors and Quasi-Immortal Emperors were all submerged and covered by the endless darkness.

"what……"

"It hurts!"

"My origin."

"It's more painful than having my bones pulled out and replaced. My origin... is rejecting me... I feel like I'm going to be annihilated..."

"Do not……"

Large amounts of black blood exploded, and one after another, the quasi-immortal emperors from other branches became sacrifices for the black blood baptism, and also became the nourishment for this small sacrifice.

The four strange Immortal Emperors are still able to hold on, and among the quasi-Immortal Emperors of the Black Blood lineage, there are also several who have performed outstandingly and have the possibility of transforming towards the Road End level.

Just when the nine ancestors thought that everything was under control, suddenly, in a trance, they seemed to hear a faint, almost inaudible sigh, which seemed real and illusory, coming from outside the plateau.

"This is……"

"How can it be……"

At this moment, many ancestors no longer paid attention to anything on the plateau. Their eyes were all looking out to the outside world. The altar rising in the sacrificial sea was even older than the plateau.

On the altar, vaguely... there is a blurry figure looking back. Is he gazing at the past road, or is he climbing up high to reminisce about something?
(End of this chapter)