Since the sky was covered, the heavens began to show their holiness

Zhou Xian tilted his head slightly, the teasing in his eyes became more intense, and the corners of his lips curled up in a provocative arc. He crossed his arms across his chest, staring at the blood crystal staff with a hawk-like gaze, and slowly spoke with a tone full of ridicule: "What? You can't beat Aatrox's broken sword, right? You were bragging so much just now, and you even had the power to kill gods, why are you silent now?"

The runes around the blood crystal staff flashed wildly, as if it was angered by these words, but it could not refute and could only emit bursts of unwilling humming.

Zhou Xian didn't care how the blood crystal staff struggled or what it was thinking. His eyes were as cold as lightning, and he swept across the staff. Then, as he raised his hand, complex and mysterious magic runes flashed like starlight, and quickly wrapped around the blood crystal staff with a faint blue light. As the runes flashed, a powerful force like an invisible shackle locked the staff's movement.

As he waved his arm, the light around the staff dimmed and it fell into his hands. This time, the blood crystal staff had no power to resist and lay quietly in Zhou Xian's hands like a dead object.

Leblanc narrowed her eyes slightly, pursed her lips, and a barely perceptible surprise flashed across her face. She stood quietly by the side, watching Zhou Xian control the unruly Darkin weapon as if it were his own arm, and her estimation of his strength was rewritten again.

This blood crystal staff had made her and Vladimir rack their brains and expended countless efforts to seal it, but in front of Zhou Xian, it was easily suppressed like a docile lamb. This method was beyond her imagination.

She gently stroked the staff in her hand, a complex light flashed in her eyes, not knowing whether it was fear or admiration, she murmured in a low voice: "It seems that I still underestimated you..."

Zhou Xian looked calm, with a faint smile on the corner of his lips, and said lightly: "It's just a trivial trick. If it was his real body, it might be worth looking at." After saying that, he turned his head slightly and glanced at the bookshelf beside him.

The bookshelf was filled with books. The old covers had a dull luster and exuded a heavy atmosphere of time, as if telling the long time in the past. There seemed to be ancient words gently jumping between the yellowed pages, which aroused Zhou Xian's curiosity, and he walked forward slowly.

Every book here is like a door to a different world. His fingertips brushed across the spine of the book, and he felt the rough marks left by the years. The fragments of the ancient Shurima Empire, with yellowed paper and worn edges, seemed to tell the glory and vicissitudes of the former empire; the literary works since the founding of Noxus, with beautifully bound covers, included everything from passionate war songs to obscure tactics; the forbidden magic research of Demacia, with neat and rigorous handwriting, revealed vigilance and exploration of magic between the lines; the legend of the demigods of Freljord, with the chill and mystery of the ice field, seemed to be able to hear the whispers of the gods in the wind and snow. These books spanned the vast territory of Rune Continent, carrying the history, culture and wisdom of different city-states, like a grand picture scroll slowly unfolding before his eyes.

Zhou Xian's eyes suddenly fixed, his gaze like a hawk fixed on the book with a strange glow. "Blood magic?" He whispered in a low voice, with a hint of surprise and curiosity in his tone.

The book was filled with a faint bloody smell, as if there were wisps of dark red mist lingering on the spine. On the old cover, strange runes were looming, exuding a frightening pressure. I didn't expect that in this treasure house, there was actually a blood magic secret book of Vladimir, one of the founders of the Black Rose.

This is forbidden knowledge that allowed Vladimir to survive for a thousand years. I didn't expect that he would be so confident in letting Leblanc keep it in the treasure house.

Zhou Xian slowly stretched out his hand, and just as his fingertips touched the cover, he felt a cold and sticky touch, as if countless wronged souls were whispering in the darkness, trying to tell the horrific secret behind the blood magic.

As soon as Zhou Xian's hand touched the blood magic book, a cold and disdainful voice came out from the blood crystal staff.

"Humph, they have only stolen a little bit of blood magic. How can lowly mortals like them understand the real blood magic?"

The spirit of the Blood Crystal Staff seemed to be angered, and its voice was full of contempt. Zhou Xian raised his eyebrows slightly, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He certainly knew that blood magic, as the key to the power of the Darkin, contained the secret of immortality, which was far beyond the blood magic that Vladimir mastered and had many hidden dangers. "Oh? So, you know the secret of real blood magic?" Zhou Xian's tone was indifferent, but a sharp light flashed in his eyes. He stared at the Blood Crystal Staff closely, as if he wanted to see through the staff and see the Darkin in the Blood Crystal Staff.

"Of course. Once you accept my power, you will know the power of blood magic."

The darkin's voice from the staff was deep and seductive, as if wrapped in a layer of sticky darkness, and every word was extremely bewitching. The voice echoed in this quiet treasure house, with a hint of impatience.

Zhou Xian raised a mocking arc at the corner of his mouth, a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes, and he shook his head slightly and said: "It seems that you still don't see the situation clearly."

After saying that, Zhou Xian's eyes instantly became as sharp as ice blades, and a chill filled the air. A dazzling white light bloomed vigorously in his palm, and in an instant, the dazzling lightning danced like a silver snake, tightly wrapping the blood crystal staff. Fine arcs of electricity jumped and flashed on the surface of the staff, making crackling sounds.

"what--"

A shrill wail rang out from the blood crystal staff, the sound seemed to be torn apart by severe pain, full of pain and unwillingness. The power of the Darkin struggled frantically under the violent thunder and lightning, but could never break free from the shackles of the thunder, and could only allow the destructive force to continue to erode itself. Zhou Xian watched all this expressionlessly, without any mercy in his eyes, and said in a low voice: "Be honest, or you will be in trouble."

"Damn Star Spirits! Damn Humans! I will tear you into pieces!"

The Darkin in the Blood Crystal Staff roared wildly, his voice reverberating in the treasure house like rolling thunder, full of resentment and unwillingness. The runes on the surface of the staff flashed wildly, and the dark red light collided with Zhou Xian's lightning, stirring up layers of energy ripples.

Zhou Xian frowned slightly, a hint of impatience flashed in his eyes, and he snorted coldly: "Shut up! If you continue to be so ungrateful, believe it or not, I will completely destroy you and leave not even a trace of your soul!" After that, the lightning on his hand became stronger, and the strands of electric current wrapped tighter like vines, as if ready to give the Darkin a fatal blow at any time.

"Humph, the Ascended Ones are immortal. Even those damned Star Spirits can only seal us. Do you think you can kill me?"

The contemptuous snort came from the staff, carrying the innate arrogance of the Darkin. Although he was tortured by Zhou Xian's thunder power, the Darkin was still tough and had no intention of giving in. The blood crystal staff trembled violently in the lightning, and the runes on the surface twisted and flickered, as if accumulating strength to prepare for resistance.

Zhou Xian's eyes glared, and a dangerous arc appeared at the corner of his mouth. The lightning in his hand intensified again, and he sneered, "Immortality?"

(End of this chapter)