Overdraw the future and become a peerless martial god

Chapter 63 Cellar
"The Wang family's direct lineage of the Burning Heaven Force?" Chu Ning had already raised his eyes and looked up, his expression indifferent, as if he were casually watching a rainstorm and thunder. "It's not as good as my wisp of the Awakening Thunder."

The aftershocks had not yet subsided; the deafening thunder still roared in our ears, as if it were about to tear our souls apart.

Before Wang Yue even landed, he stumbled back several feet before barely managing to regain his balance, but the Heaven-Burning Energy around his body had already begun to dissipate.

Wang Yue suddenly roared to the sky, his eyes wide with rage, his blood surging like a tidal wave.

"You think... you can defeat me with just these tricks? Chu Ning, don't underestimate the Wang family!"

He bit his tongue, spitting out a thick mist of blood. His palms rapidly formed hand seals, and the light of the runes surged. A blood-red array pattern exploded beneath his feet!

"Blood Flame Soul Burst!"

"boom."

In an instant, intense red flames, almost burning away his soul, rose around him, like demonic flames rising from the depths of purgatory, illuminating the entire cellar as red as blood.

Li Jing'an's eyes narrowed, and he whispered in a deep voice, "He's gone mad... He actually used the Wang family's most treasured forbidden technique."

Chu Ning was slightly surprised upon hearing this, and her gaze narrowed slightly.

Li Jing'an continued, "'Blood Flame Soul-Burning Explosion' appeared twenty years ago during the internal strife of the Wang family. With one move, three ninth-rank elders were seriously injured, and two of them have not yet recovered... Using soul-burning power is a method that kills a thousand enemies but also harms nine hundred of your own."

"Now... he's planning to take you down with him."

Wang Yue was engulfed in blood flames, his eyes bloodshot like a demon's. "If you die, my Wang family will have peace! If you live, my Wang family will lose all face!"

The blood flames, carrying the power to burn the heavens and destroy the earth, rushed towards Chu Ning, but in Chu Ning's eyes, it was as if a slow-motion replay was taking place.

Instead of retreating, he advanced, raised his knife in reverse, and lightning flashed in his eyes.

"Cloud-Splitting Style".

Countless bolts of lightning descended from mid-air, like ten thousand thunderbolts crashing down from the sky, engulfing Wang Yue within them.

"boom"

Amidst a deafening roar, the flames collapsed, the blood-red flames vanished, and Wang Yue's entire body was torn apart by lightning, crashing to the ground with a thud. His clothes were tattered, his body charred black, and he couldn't even stand up.

He struggled to lift his head, his eyes were already glazed over, and he was choking on blood.

Chu Ning walked forward slowly, holding the knife in one hand, his eyes cold.

Where is the blood pill that the Wang family refines hidden?

Wang Yue gritted his teeth, his lips trembling, as if he still wanted to hold on.

"You wouldn't know, but after the sacrifice is completed, the ancestor will gain eternal life."

"Sacrifice?"

He turned to look at Li Jing'an.

"Old Li, it's up to you now."

Li Jing'an nodded, his gaze both gentle and sharp: "Leave it to me."

He slowly approached Wang Yue, a thin, golden talisman appearing in his hand, its surface shimmering with spiritual patterns, resembling some kind of soul-sealing array.

Wang Yue's expression changed, and the stubbornness at the corner of his mouth finally softened a little: "You... what do you want to do?"

"I just want you to tell the truth, that's all," Li Jing'an said softly, his tone as gentle as a spring breeze, yet it sent a chill down Wang Yue's spine.

"Don't even think about it!" Wang Yue roared, barely managing to stay calm, but the next moment, he pointed a finger and the golden talisman suddenly disappeared into his brow.

"Boom—" Wang Yue's mind jolted, his eyes rolled back, and he roared in pain, as if his soul was being torn apart by a knife. He convulsed violently, clenching his teeth, but even the strength to speak was slipping away.

“Say what you fear losing most, and it won’t be erased.” Li Jing’an said casually, as if stating a fact. “Otherwise… you won’t even have the chance to regret it in your life.”

After a moment of silence, Wang Yue finally broke down.

"Hidden in the cellar... beneath the blood well leading to the ancestral altar... that is... the final altar..."

He collapsed to the ground, his eyes completely glazed over.

Li Jing'an nodded, put away the golden talisman, and clapped his hands lightly: "Not difficult."

Chu Ning's expression remained unchanged, but a flash of lightning appeared in his eyes, as if he already knew the outcome.

He turned around and slowly walked towards the edge of the wall shattered by the lightning strike. A deep stone path was quietly opening, and a cold wind blew out from it, carrying an ancient and gloomy bloody aura.

"He's already said, let's go."

Chu Ning moved with the speed of the wind, lightning leaping across his back, reflecting the indistinct lightning patterns on the broken stone wall, like a thunder god about to step into the Yellow Springs, silent and chilling.

Deep inside the cellar, the firelight illuminated the mottled stone walls, and the air was filled with the sweet, pungent smell of blood.

Chu Ning held a flame-patterned dart in his hand and slowly spun it. His face was calm as water, yet it revealed a resolute determination.

"It's time to finish."

He suddenly raised his arm, spread his five fingers, and channeled lightning power into it, hurling the Flame Pattern Dart into the center of the cellar.

"Rumble--"

The flame-patterned dart pierced through the rune array, causing the spirit patterns to explode instantly, the blinding flames seemingly igniting the entire cellar. An intensely hot torrent of heat poured out.

The stone wall cracked inch by inch, and the blood and qi were chaotic like the eye of a storm. Several sealing talismans flickered and wailed in the air, and then turned into dust like burnt paper ash.

Thick drops of blood seeped from the cracks in the cellar dome, hissing and burning as they fell onto Chu Ning's shoulder armor. He raised his hand to wipe away the bloodstains, and the lightning patterns on his palm condensed into purplish-black ice crystals upon contact with the poisonous blood.

At the very core of this fusion of purgatory and inferno, a crimson flame slowly condensed.

It was a blurry yet towering figure, clad in a robe of fiery feathers, inscribed with grotesque and twisted burning bone runes. Its eyes were hollow, yet burned with two crimson flames, and the entire being seemed to be forged from flames, standing within a vortex of blood-red fire.

"Wang Lin...?"

A wisp of remnant soul hovered above the sea of ​​blood, the bone runes on the fiery feather robe writhing like living creatures. With each rune that cracked open, a distorted human face emerged, emitting a silent wail.

Chu Ning narrowed his eyes and discovered that those faces were exactly the same as the portraits on the county government's missing persons list.

“Use living souls to nourish the array, and use resentment to forge the robe,” Li Jing’an’s voice came from the shadows. “No wonder the Thunder Blade Sect and Xunfeng Sect were wiped out overnight twenty years ago. It turns out that their life essence was fed to you, you old ghost.”

The crimson-robed phantom slowly raised its head, flames roaring in its eye sockets. Its deep voice reverberated throughout the blood sacrifice cellar, like the wailing of ten thousand souls and the blazing inferno:
"Boy...you've ruined my century-long plan!"

Wang Lin's remnant soul suddenly sneered, and the bone runes on his fiery robe twisted like centipedes: "The soul fire of three thousand boys and girls is just enough to nourish the blood pool. Do you know how beautiful their wails are? Every scream nourishes my soul seed. You didn't destroy the formation, you destroyed art!"

"What a blood-soaked pool that devours people!" Chu Ning swung his sword, severing a lock of his white hair and throwing it into the pool. "I will use my 'sinful blood' to send you to your deaths!"

As the last word fell, the surrounding space seemed to be scorched by the blazing sun, twisting and collapsing, with waves of flames rolling like a tidal wave.

Wang Lin raised his palm, and a crimson-gold fire dragon suddenly rose from the void, roaring and sweeping across, its flames dozens of feet long engulfing everything, burning the sky and destroying the earth.

Chu Ning's gaze was as still as dead water. Frost lightning condensed in his palm, and a chilling wall of lightning suddenly rose up. The cold air collided with the fire wave, and in an instant, the cellar wall completely collapsed, charred rocks flew everywhere, and broken stones flew into the air.

"So what if you've planned this for a hundred years?" Chu Ning said coldly. "Your remnant soul hasn't dissipated, and you're clinging to life here by the blood of ten thousand souls. How dare you talk about immortality?"

(End of this chapter)