Overdraw the future and become a peerless martial god

Chapter 151 The First Sound of the Blood Curse

At that very moment, Tun Yuan made his move.

Instead of offering gentle advice, he suddenly extended his soul thread.

Strands of jet-black, blood-red leeches emerged from his fingertips and quietly wrapped around the crack below Lei Xin's heart.

"Tsk... Crack... What a perfect door prepared just for me."

He chuckled like a demon, his soul threads like worms, emitting a soft "sucking" sound, and spiderweb-like black patterns quickly appeared on the surface of the lightning core.

Lightning corrosion is occurring; the lightning core is being corrupted.

Chu Ning felt a sudden chill run through her body, and frost lines reappeared on her brows and eyes.

Tun Yuan's voice grew increasingly smug, as if victory was already assured:

"Aren't you afraid she'll die?"

"Didn't you want to reunite with her?"

"Then hand over Lei Xin, and I will prolong your life and soul."

"I... will protect her for you."

At that moment, a tremor ran through the depths of Lei Xin's heart, and the radiance suddenly contracted, like a frightened beast, wanting to be silent and die.

Chu Ning remained motionless, but his eyes held a deathly stillness like that before a deep-sea storm.

He closed his eyes.

Seeing that scene, a victorious smile finally appeared on the corner of Tun Yuan's mouth:

"That's human nature... not stupidity, but exhaustion."

however.

next moment.

Chu Ning's fingertips moved.

His knuckles trembled slightly, lightning flashed like scales, his eyelashes fluttered, a chill surged forth, and a scene suddenly appeared in his mind:
The wind and snow are still there.

He was very old, his right arm was empty, and he sat alone on the snowy plain, holding the pendant in his palm.

The fox's head was cold, its eyes devoid of light. Qing Li remained silent, and he did not move either.

There is only a utterly extinguished emptiness.

Without sadness, anger, or movement.

All that remained was a desolate chill, as if the person had already died before they even died.

At that moment, Chu Ning's soul was jolted, as if struck by lightning.

"Do not……"

He growled, yet it sounded like thunder piercing the heavens:
That's not the end!

"That's not me!"

He slowly raised his fist, his five fingers forming sharp edges, and lightning energy burst forth from his bones, with purple lightning tearing through his soul.

Even if it burns out my lifespan...

"I too will carve out a way to survive!"

"boom!"

The fist landed on the sea of ​​consciousness.

Thunder roared and boiled, the sea of ​​souls surged and the Devouring Abyss's soul body was torn apart like paper.

He was filled with shock and anger:
"Ugh—you're crazy."

Above the Thunder Heart, the divine rune suddenly shone brightly.

Like the eye of an ancient deity, it slowly opens, overlooking the sea of ​​consciousness.

His eyes blazed with fury, his divine might as a pillar.

Thunderous Intent Suppresses Soul.

The tattered and mangled soul of the Devouring Abyss was violently blasted to the edge of the sea of ​​consciousness, where it was torn apart like a piece of withered paper stuck to a wall.

Chu Ning stood beneath Lei Xin, his face as cold as ice, his gaze sharp as a knife, and coldly uttered a sentence:
"My life..."

"I'll decide for myself."

Thunderous intent, like a vow, permeates the soul.

Chu Ning sat quietly in the ice cave for a long time until his spiritual energy was completely calmed before slowly getting up, pushing open the stone wall sealed by a thick layer of snow, and walking out of the cave.

The snowstorm had just stopped, but the sky in the far north was still as heavy as lead, with dark clouds pressing down like a tomb.

He had just stepped out of the ice cave when the wind and snow had not yet stopped, and the lingering echoes of the thunder in his mind's sea of ​​consciousness still lingered in his ears.

Suddenly—

"Om."

There was a slight tremor under his feet, not from a snowfall or an ice crack, but from an unusual echo, as if something reached out from the ground, through the wind and snow, and touched his feet.

Chu Ning lowered her eyes, her pupils slightly contracting.

A bright red handprint suddenly appeared on the snow.

—No, it was a bloody palm that “emblazoned” from beneath the ice!

With fingers spread wide and palms curled up, the knuckles stiffly stretched out towards the depths of the icy plain, as if beckoning or warning.

He slowly squatted down, his fingertips brushing along the edge of the palm print. The ice and snow melted, revealing a clearer mark.

It wasn't fresh blood, but a dark red, frozen blood, like the hand of someone who died in battle a thousand years ago, struggling to emerge from the ice, leaving behind a final plea and curse. Even more bizarrely, a strange pattern was engraved in the center of the bloody hand.

It is a hanging drum made of human skin and bones, with broken bones as the drum frame and fox fur as the membrane, but in the center is a human face—distorted, laughing, crying, as if praying, or as if mocking.

Chu Ning's expression hardened, and he murmured:

"...Blood Refining Hall".

The three words were uttered in a deep, thunderous voice, yet they could not conceal the shock and suppressed emotions within.

And just as his fingertips were about to touch the bloodstain.

The wind and snow suddenly stopped.

The world was as silent as a tomb.

The next instant, a woman's voice drifted quietly from the depths of the icy plain, neither hurried nor slow, neither bright nor dim, yet it pierced through the wind and snow, whispering close to his ear.

"Skin you to make a drum...draw your bones to make a flute..."

"Ignite your soul as a lamp... to purify my path to eternal life..."

The sound was like weeping, like chanting, and like a lament from another world.

The incantation was icy cold, like needles piercing the soul. Chu Ning felt a tightness in his spine, and subtle ripples appeared on his soul platform, as if the voice was whispering around Lei Xin.

His breath hitched.

It's not fear, but an instinctive defense.

"Is this... a soul-summoning incantation?"

"The target is me and Devouring Abyss?"

"Or...Qingli?"

In an instant, anger surged like needles, piercing his heart.

He suddenly raised his foot, "Bang!"

He crushed the blood palm with a single kick.

Snowflakes swirled, cracking the lines on my palm.

But the moment the bloodstain shattered, a pool of pitch-black blood seeped out from under the ice, as if something had been awakened and was stirring up from underground.

The blood flowed slowly, gathering and wriggling, twisting into characters as if it were a living thing.

Chu Ning's gaze sharpened as he saw a cross-shaped blood-red script appear on it:
"When the Blood Eye is activated, it is the day the Blood Sacrifice begins."

Each word was as ferocious as if it were carved, as if it were burning on the Soul Platform, causing Lei Xin to tremble slightly.

Chu Ning's expression was as cold as ice. He raised his hand and a burst of lightning shook the line of blood-red writing into black smoke, but he knew that there was no way to avoid it now.

"The Blood Refining Hall..."

"They...have their eyes on Qingli's vertical pupils."

He slowly raised his head and looked toward the end of the icy plain that the blood-red palm pointed to.

The vast天地间 (heaven and earth) remained deathly silent, but the direction of the wind and snow had changed.

It no longer fluttered, but instead rolled back like a silk thread, twisting and spiraling into the depths of the ice field, as if the heavens and earth themselves were drawing it into the game.

Chu Ning withdrew his gaze, his lightning aura becoming as restrained as a prison.

He remained silent, but silently uttered a vow in his heart:

"You want to use her to light the lamps?"

"Then I will... burn you to ashes with lightning."

The next moment, he stepped onto the snowfield.

However, the wind and snow at this moment are different from before. They are no longer just the natural cold, but seem to be the resistance of all things in heaven and earth.

Weathering turns into needles, piercing flesh and bone; snow becomes ice blades, scraping across the very soul.

Every step felt like entering a battlefield of giant corpses, and every inch of snow seemed to hold the souls of some distant era.

But he never stopped.

Thunderous breath reverberates through the veins; willpower is the blade.

He is not heading towards the unknown, but stepping into an inevitable collision.

The blood sacrifice is about to begin, and he must be the first to enter the fray.

Chu Ning followed the direction indicated by the blood-red palm, trudging through the snow for more than ten miles.

Deep in the far north, the wind and snow were no longer as swirling as when they first met, but rather like threads tightly binding the surrounding land, rolling back in the opposite direction, as if the entire world was resisting his approach.

until that moment.

"Click."

The ice beneath my feet suddenly caved in, and a sharp crack like a bone breaking was deafening.

In the center of the snowfield, a deep black rift, seemingly capable of swallowing everything, slowly opened, as if cleaved open by time and wronged souls.

Within that unfathomable ice crevice, towering white bone pillars, dried up to a thousand years old, were clearly visible. They hung down in various heights, resembling the remains of chains supporting some ancient crime.

Each stone pillar was covered with densely packed runes.

That wasn't the script of the Great Qian Dynasty, nor was it any martial arts script that Chu Ning had ever learned; rather, it was a "sacrificial incantation."

A language that has long since disappeared from all continents and was used exclusively for "blood sacrifice rituals".

(End of this chapter)