Overdraw the future and become a peerless martial god

Chapter 152 Blood Sacrifice, Beginning

Even more terrifying is that those blood-written characters seem to be alive.

They are not just engraved on the surface of the bone pillar, but are strands of blood embedded in the bone marrow, like bloodworms, moving back and forth between the bones, sometimes congealing into words, sometimes breaking into incantations.

Thick, dark red blood seeped from the runes, dripping down the pillar. Upon landing, it didn't splash, but instead slowly crawled, forming a name:
"A female entertainer with a deep, resonant voice."

At that moment, the ice seemed to take a deep breath, and then a heavy, heart-pounding thud resounded.

Chu Ning's pupils contracted sharply, and the female voice with the incantation that had been swirling in the wind and snow earlier floated into his mind.

He slowly raised his head, landing right in the center of the confluence of blood pillars, where a stone altar suspended upside down beneath the ice suddenly appeared.

It hangs between several "bone chains" as thick as towering stone ropes, like some kind of ancient pendulum, swaying slightly in the still air and emitting a low "mourning sound".

"Boom...boom..."

The sound was like an ancient war drum, yet it was a call to guide the soul of the deceased.

—That was an anti-altar.

Its bottom faces the snow below, resembling a bloody mouth hanging upside down from the sky, with a fist-sized hole in the center, clearly used to contain a "sacrifice" for a life core.

The stone altar is covered with reliefs.

Twelve hideous, malevolent figures are sculpted around the hollow space, some standing with axes, some laughing while playing bone flutes, some wearing fox masks, and some emitting fiery feathers. All of them are descended from the fallen kings, demon kings, and divine generals.

Their faces were disfigured, their soul eyes were filled with blood, as if they had lost all the glory of their lives, and were left only with the obsession of dedicating themselves to the pursuit of eternal life through blood alchemy.

The air suddenly turned cold, and the wind and snow fell silent.

As Chu Ning slowly stepped beneath the altar, an invisible whisper suddenly resounded from the four reliefs:
"The Thunderous Body...descends beneath the sacrificial gate..."

"The blood candles are not lit, the soul lamp is not extinguished... I return your soul to the eternal lamp..."

The voice was gentle, yet it felt like a blade piercing his thunderous platform. The thunderous heart deep within his consciousness trembled slightly, as if it were sensing something.

He was about to take action to purify his mind.

"rustle……"

Suddenly, the sound of ice shards sliding around my feet rang out.

Chu Ning looked down and saw that the snow beneath the altar had silently cracked open in several places, and several red-clad puppets slowly crawled out.

Their limbs were bent backwards, their faces were blurred, but they were covered in tattered sacrificial robes with exposed veins. Their steps were stiff, and with each step, blood seeped from their feet, forming a small array.

It's another blood puppet, a probing puppet soldier used by the Blood Refining Hall before their sacrifice.

They are not there to kill enemies, but only to test whether the target has sacrificial value.

The presence of a blood puppet signifies the presence of a chief priest.

Chu Ning's eyes suddenly turned cold.

The next instant, deep within his sea of ​​consciousness, Lei Xin trembled violently, and five thunderbolts roared in unison, as if he had already sensed the corrupting aura that did not belong to heaven and earth.

Chu Ning raised his head and looked at the only uncarved empty space on the altar.

There, a soul lamp, yet to be lit, floats silently.

That was a soul candle.

Its light was extremely faint, yet a weak fox flame clung to the wick, and on that soul candle, a name was clearly engraved:
"Qingli."

The air suddenly froze.

The world seemed frozen, and not a single snowflake dared to fall.

At this moment, even Lei Xi calmed down.

Chu Ning slowly raised his hand, his left hand with his five fingers slightly closed, and lightning energy gathered in his palm. Before the blade was raised, its sharpness was already evident.

This palm strike was not intended to defeat the enemy, but only to extinguish the lamp.

But right now.

"Boom..."

The soul candle trembled slightly, and two eerie red flames suddenly lit up in the eyes of the "Ghost Throat Diva" relief in the center of the altar.

The next moment, a strange blood energy drifted out from the wick of the soul candle, piercing through the thunderous aura and condensing into a soft, melodious female voice.

Her voice was ethereal and otherworldly, yet it carried a chilling tenderness.
"If you disturb my soul lamp, I will make sure your body is never to be found."

The voice was as soft as a lover's whisper, yet its gentleness carried a chilling curse, as if every word could seep into the soul and turn into a poisonous thorn. Chu Ning's eyes remained unmoved, his expression unchanged.

His silence was not hesitation, but judgment.

Within his sea of ​​consciousness, Lei Xin emitted a very faint "whistling" sound, as if it were a warning sign.

But he remained motionless until ripples suddenly appeared in the surrounding air, and the voice abruptly resounded from all twelve malevolent shadow reliefs around the altar:
"The sacred beast of the far north is merely a catalyst for blood refining."

"Blood Sacrifice Gate, wait for me to turn on the lights..."

Before he finished speaking, streaks of blood-red runes suddenly exploded around the altar.

The blood lines, like an inverted spiderweb, suddenly opened up, sealing the entire space within an upside-down blood bell.

The bell tolled deeply, like the heartbeat of a deity.

"Boom-thump-thump-"

The sound of the bell did not ring in one's ears, but rather resonated deep within the spine of one's soul.

Chu Ning slowly raised his left arm, his five fingers coming together again, but he did not draw out the Thunder Heart again.

That's a trump card; it shouldn't be shown to others easily.

His figure slightly lowered, his left foot stepped forward, his left arm slightly turned, and the Broken Snow Blade was revealed in his palm.

After losing his arm, this was the only hand he could use to wield a knife.

Indeed, that's his most powerful move right now.

Directly below the altar, two streaks of blood shot out, locking onto his heart and the altar, the curse like ropes, the soul threads like bonds.

Chu Ning uttered a sentence in a low voice:
"Qingli is not your sacrifice."

next interest.

With a flick of his left hand, a blade flashed out, cutting through the lightning.

"Qiang!"

A beam of lightning-white light slashed down from the sky, unhurried and gentle, like a wisp of moonlight falling through frost and snow.

But the moment it landed, a deafening roar erupted, tearing through the blood array.

"Boom."

The first bloodline barrier was severed directly, like a candle flame going out, and blood mist scattered in all directions.

The Soul-Sealing Bell vibrated as if it were about to crack.

Chu Ning simply sheathed his sword.

One strike is enough.

The aftershocks of the lightning had not yet dissipated, yet the ancient altar, suspended upside down beneath the ice, continued to emit a low, trembling sound, like the faint beating of an ancient heart.

Chu Ning frowned, then turned his gaze to the twelve bone pillars surrounding the altar.

At this moment, those bone pillars that originally only had basic runes were quietly changing during the battle.

Whenever a blood puppet approaches Chu Ning, the blood seeping from its severed limbs slowly drifts toward the bone pillar, as if it were offering itself as a sacrifice.

"hiss……"

He gasped as he watched the blood streaks slowly climb up the pillar, eventually converging at the top and illuminating a ring of crimson patterns.

The first course... the second course...

His gaze swept around and he was astonished to find that eleven bone pillars had already lit up with complete blood patterns.

Now, just one more bone pillar is needed for all of them to light up.

Beneath the altar, deep within the ice, a colossal creature seemed to roar, like a ferocious beast awakening, or an ancient evil spirit murmuring.

Such a sacrifice, if not for the Ghost Throat Actress herself, is to open the "Gate of Blood Eyes".

He finally understood the "blood sacrifice logic" behind this battle. The formation set up by the Blood Refining Hall required the activation of the core remnant soul of one of the twelve evil spirits, using the self-destruction of the blood puppet as a medium to ignite the soul imprint of the bone pillar one by one.

When all twelve pillars resonate, will the "Gate of Blood Eyes" open? And behind it, there must be something even more terrifying.

"This is... to open the door for that thing?" Chu Ning's heart skipped a beat.

(End of this chapter)