Overdraw the future and become a peerless martial god

Chapter 156 The fisherman gets a profit
Whoever falls first is his prey.

As the thunderous explosion subsided, the lingering souls floated in the void like scattered candles, and the Devouring Abyss suddenly appeared.

"Heh..." He let out a low laugh, like iron chains rubbing together, like night rain dripping into a dry well, chilling to the bone.

"Old friend, long time no see."

As he spoke, his soul suddenly blossomed, and countless soul threads spread out like a black spider web, tightly binding the remnant soul of the Ghost Throat Actress and forcibly dragging her to the edge of the core of her sea of ​​consciousness, Thunder Heart.

The ghostly female entertainer let out a shrill cry, her blood-red mouth wide open, the sound waves impacting her divine sense, yet she could not shake that eerie soul net.

"Swallowing Abyss? You're still alive!" she cried out in anguish.

Tun Yuan chuckled softly, but his expression was cold to the point of madness.

"Alive? Ha, I died once when you guys were trying to kill me by sacrificing ghosts."

"What a pity, even though you destroyed half of my soul, you still couldn't devour me."

The soprano was furious: "You have betrayed the 'Heavenly Blood Curse,' betrayed the Blood Refining Hall! You are unworthy of the position of High Priest!"

Tun Yuan's voice suddenly deepened, chillingly cold: "I have performed countless blood feats for the Blood Refining Hall, and the position of High Priest should have been mine. But you used the 'Eternal Sacrifice Method' to forcibly strip away my soul, just to refine that so-called 'Body Without Sacrifice'."

"The Twelve Evil Spirits... you are nothing but failed attempts to prolong your lives by borrowing each other's corpses."

"You've come at the perfect time! I'll borrow your remnant soul to rebuild my former divine spirit!"

"Om-"

A jolt ran through his mind, his black robe billowed like a tide, his Devouring Abyss soul soared high, arms outstretched, and he chanted an ancient blood incantation:
"Using the soul as a catalyst, I offer this broken body as a sacrifice to return my divine soul!"

His soul threads suddenly surged, like thousands of tentacles, piercing out from the void.

Each strand of soul thread is engraved with ancient blood runes from the Blood Refining Hall, intertwined and coiled like a slender snake spitting its tongue.

Beneath his feet, soul threads rapidly wove into a pitch-black soul altar, its surface covered with swirling patterns, as if a thousand eyes were peering out, with ghostly flames blooming at its center.

"This is your destiny," Tun Yuan's voice was like an ancient bell. "The souls you have banished will eventually devour you one by one."

"You're the first one today, but in the future... I'll make them all kneel back!"

Tun Yuan chuckled, his voice like iron chains scraping against the soul's bones.

He opened his arms and recited a forbidden incantation from the Blood Refining Hall that had long been lost:
"Return to the source of blood—with corpses as bones, souls as fuel, and hatred as lamps—the seat of my lord in the past, I now inherit."

The entire sea of ​​consciousness trembled.

A damaged sacrificial rune appeared beneath his feet; it was the soul altar sacrificial array once reserved for the "chief priest" of the Blood Refining Hall.

The remaining soul of the Ghost Throat Diva struggled in the air, her bloody mouth gaping open, emitting broken incantations as she tried to escape back to the sealed land.

But it was too late.

"Soul Lock".

With a low growl, Tun Yuan caused a black-gold lock to appear in the center of the Soul Altar, which fell like a blade and firmly embedded itself into the Ghost Throat Soul Shadow.

She screamed, as if a million wronged souls were wailing at the same time, her soul twisting and struggling, yet like a candle flame being flicked by fingers.

He stared at the remnant soul of the ghostly courtesan, his eyes burning with a mad and venomous light:
"You possess corpses to refine your souls, devouring each other, yet you claim to be immortal?"

“You have betrayed the seat of priests, expelled me from the hall, and attempted to seize the key to immortality.”

"Today, I will make you, this wretched soul, the catalyst for the reconstruction of my divine consciousness!"

He roared, and the Soul Net suddenly closed in, countless soul threads coiling like venomous snakes, fiercely enveloping the remnant soul of the Ghost Throat Maiden and dragging her into the depths of the Soul Array.

The female entertainer screamed repeatedly and struggled desperately: "Weren't you already... eliminated..."

“I’ve died once,” Tun Yuan sneered. “But you won’t die a second time.”

Thunder and lightning rise again, and murderous intent arises.

The remnant soul was extinguished like a candle flame, and black mist surged into the Soul-Devouring Platform. He closed his eyes and exhaled, his aura rising steadily.

A sacrificial ceremony was quietly completed.

"Lei Xin..."

As he devoured the energy, he looked up at the five-colored lightning ball above his sea of ​​consciousness, a dark firelight flickering in his eyes.

"You will eventually be unable to hold on to it."

"The day your soul is exhausted will be the day my main soul returns to its rightful place."

He murmured, a faint, rekindled light igniting in his eyes, as if his thousand-year-old obsession had finally returned to normal.

Chu Ning was unaware of this change. Lei Xin trembled slightly and subsided. He sheathed his sword, and the wind and snow returned. The world temporarily fell silent.

He slowly sheathed his sword, his left arm slightly stiff, but the thunderous intent still swirled within him.

Chu Ning looked up at the sky. Snowflakes fell again, as if heaven and earth had finally exhaled a breath of gloom, burying this cruel sacrifice in the wind. He had won.

But he felt no joy.

His brows were furrowed, not out of fear, but out of a premonition.

A clear sense that "the war is not over yet".

The Blood Refining Hall set up this ice field sacrifice not only for Qing Li's soul, but also to awaken someone's blood eyes.

Chu Ning slowly closed his eyes, and five-colored lightning streams flowed like five meridians within his heart, sinking into the center of his spiritual platform.

He murmured to himself, "They...have their eyes on me."

He slowly walked out of the dilapidated, upside-down altar. The blood array, shattered by the battle, hung like a torn animal hide at the edge of the world.

With each step he took, a crisp "crack" sound rang out beneath his feet, as ice crystals mixed with broken bones shattered the once immortal dream.

The fox head pendant swayed gently on his chest, the soul fire had long since sunk deep into the soul platform, leaving only a wisp of warm light flickering with his heartbeat.

Lei Xin has returned to silence.

But in the silence, Chu Ning suddenly felt a slight, inexplicable restlessness, as if some whisper was quietly rising from the deepest part of Lei Xin's heart, like the echo of an ancient bell in the distance, which had not truly dissipated.

He stopped and turned to look at the battlefield he had just stepped onto.

Then, he saw it.

At the very edge of the snowfield, a sturdy, undamaged bone pillar stands alone, as if forgotten by fate.

On that bone pillar, an extremely fine blood rune was slowly emerging.

It wriggles like a living creature, its texture hazy yet familiar, a unique incantation of the Blood Refining Hall.

Chu Ning's eyes sharpened, his lightning aura subtly shifted, and a faint lightning bolt gathered in his palm.

However, before he could even look at it, the blood talisman quietly disappeared into his bones, as if it had never existed.

As the wind and snow swept by, the bone pillar trembled and rustled, as if silently mocking his belated reaction.

He didn't move and stood there for a long time.

Within his sea of ​​consciousness, Tun Yuan still smiled, like a soul that had been silent for a thousand years, finally smelling the familiar scent of decaying blood.

He lingered in a corner of the Soul Platform like a shadow from the past. The outline of his soul, shrouded in black mist, was even more solid than before, with a hint of bloodlust flickering in his eyes.

"You killed her quickly," Tun Yuan said with a faint smile. "But you should know that she wasn't the last one."

Chu Ning said coldly, "Are you reminding me?"

“No.” Tun Yuan’s voice was like peeling away old bones. “I’m waiting for… the next sacrifice that’s sweeter than her.”

At that moment, Chu Ning clenched his fist tightly.

Lei Xin shuddered, and five-colored lightning surged like a sea, as if responding to his master's killing intent.

Devourer retreated into the depths of the shadows, murmuring softly:
"You think the Twelve Evil Spirits are just a bunch of vengeful ghosts that won't die?"

“Wrong. They were once the main pillars beneath the altar, the creators of the sacrificial system… The true core of the Blood Refining Hall was never ‘sacrifice’—but ‘nurturing’.”

Chu Ning frowned and whispered, "Raise what?"

Tun Yuan slowly said, "Nurture a 'god,' nurture a 'new master.' Perhaps... it's nurturing you."

“You’re just what they want.” Tun Yuan chuckled, a morbid excitement in his eyes. “Thunderous Body, Primordial Body, flawless soul, and you’ve also cultivated the Origin Thunder Dao… In their eyes, you’re more like a Blood Lure than Qing Li’s eyes.”

"The priests won't have to wait much longer; they... will come in person."

Chu Ning was silent.

He finally understood that this was not an accidental encounter, but a sacrificial path that fate had led him onto.

He is caught in the middle of it all, but he will not run away.

He looked up and gazed northward.

The far northern ice plains still stretched endlessly, with distant clouds like layers of dark iron recasting the sky, pressing down relentlessly. Between heaven and earth, an aura so thick it almost seemed to solidify into blood flowed silently.

There lies an even deeper icy hell, the source of the sacrificial bones that seals the true twelve chief priests.

The energy of lightning gradually rose around him, and the lightning meridians in his bones were reactivated like star tracks.

"Qingli, I will never let them touch you again." He slowly extended his left hand, took the pendant off his neck, held it in his palm, and closed his eyes for a moment.

"The real blood feast... has only just begun."

(End of this chapter)