Immortal Martial Saint, starting with unlimited stat points

Throughout Xingde County, shouts of battle rang out everywhere, casting a bloody veil over the entire city.

As time went by, the bloodstains from the battle flowed and gathered in the low-lying areas, forming pools of blood.

Inside a coffin shop in the west of the city.

The shop door was tightly closed, with only a faint candlelight shining through the cracks.

Deep inside the shop, Old Wang, the owner of the coffin shop, was kneeling on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly.

Behind him were coffins of various shapes and materials, filled with a strong smell of blood.

Before him was an altar table with intricate carvings on its surface, side rails, and even legs, far surpassing all the other furnishings in the shop in terms of exquisite beauty.

There are no ancestral tablets like those in ordinary households on the altar, only a small clay statue of a deity.

The altar standing in front of the statue is inscribed with four ugly yet eerie characters: "Eternal Mother".

The statues are more bizarre in appearance than the text.

His face was blurred, and his body was covered in dark red paint, which looked as if he were flowing with blood in the candlelight.

Three offerings were placed in front of the statue: a bowl of water, a pinch of coarse salt, and a bloody, steaming severed limb.

Old Wang pressed his forehead against the cold brick floor, his lips moving as he muttered something.

Behind him, an old woman and two children were also kneeling on the ground, trembling all over.

"The Unborn Mother, the Realm of Emptiness..."

The voices coming from inside the coffin shop were hoarse and frenzied, repeating themselves over and over again.

Suddenly, the two red crystals embedded in the statue's eyes emitted a faint light, and the severed limbs placed in front of the statue exuded a thick bloody aura, which flowed into the tip of the statue's nose.

At the same time, the supply of clean water and coarse salt decreased rapidly.

Old Wang was originally an honest and hardworking coffin maker. A year ago, he was dragged by his neighbors to participate in a "no-life gathering" and has been involved ever since.

At first, I just thought those fellow believers were nice to talk to and helped each other.

Later, he gradually discovered that people who did not make offerings to their mothers would always encounter various "accidents"—while those who did make offerings to their mothers actually saw their businesses improve.

He didn't know how those "accidents" happened.

All he knew was that making offerings to his mother would ensure peace and prosperity.

A clicking sound came from outside the door.

Old Wang tensed up and turned around to look.

A burly figure with a full beard squeezed through the crack in the door; it was Liu the butcher from next door.

Butcher Liu pushed open the half-closed door, holding a pig-slaughtering knife in one hand and a fresh, live head in the other.

He nodded to Old Wang, then silently knelt before the offering table, placed the severed head on the ground, clasped his hands together, and a strange piety quickly appeared on his face.

Soon, several more people came in.

Grandma Sun selling tofu on the street corner, peddler Zhang San, and even the instructor of a small martial arts school in the north of the city.

When everyone entered the coffin shop, they were carrying something in their hands, mostly human organs and viscera.

The small coffin shop was packed with people, all with flushed faces and eyes gleaming with fanaticism.

Their eyes were fixed on the Eternal Mother, and they murmured incantations, as if they were waiting for the final moment to arrive.

Coincidentally, chanting of the Wusheng doctrine could be heard in various secluded houses throughout Xingde County.

"The Unborn Mother, the Pure Land of Emptiness. The Unborn Mother, the Pure Land of Emptiness..."

The chanting was deep and rhythmic, echoing in the closed room, carrying a hypnotic magic.

"Creak..."

After more than half an hour, the powerful families in the city still had not decided who would win.

A tall, imposing figure pushed open the door of the coffin shop and strode in.

He wore a reddish-yellow Taoist robe, and his face was terrifying, covered with black spots, yet his features were obscured.

Old Wang and his men felt a shadow looming over them from behind, the atmosphere incredibly oppressive.

"You did a good job." The burly figure, feeling the rich bloody aura inside the coffin shop, was filled with delight and couldn't help but praise him.

Seeing the group of people staring blankly at him, he smiled and quickly walked to the offering table.

The next moment, he produced a bright red, bleeding heart from who-knows-where.

With a "snap," his heart was crushed by his tightly clenched right hand.

Pinkish-white blood and flesh slid from between his fingers, then clung tightly to the body of the statue of the Eternal Mother, slowly congealing as if draping a blood-red robe over it.

The statue's eyes suddenly lit up, and a hint of joy appeared on the corner of its clay body's mouth, as if it were enjoying the offerings from the believers.

The believers inside the coffin shop trembled violently, and their chanting grew increasingly frantic.

The burly man nodded at the statue's appearance, then immediately put a crimson-gold mask on his face.

Although the stronghold was destroyed, the foundation of the Wusheng Sect has never been based on inanimate objects.

Chi Chengzi glanced at the crowd kneeling before the offering table; they came from all walks of life.

They were peddlers, merchants, clerks, or beggars on the street.

The Great Qian Dynasty had accumulated many evils, and the people's resentment had long been boiling, but it was constantly suppressed by the martial arts families who had vested interests.

The Wusheng Sect is now their hope for overthrowing everything and starting anew.

The foundation of the Wusheng sect rests on these believers who yearn for a home of emptiness.

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"Eternal Mother, please accept this offering!"

"Eternal Mother, please accept this offering!"

"Eternal Mother, please accept this offering!"

The moment Chi Chengzi finished speaking, the eyes of the statues in the hidden houses throughout Xingde County lit up simultaneously.

Eerie, blood-red lights shot out from the eyes of the statue, piercing through houses and walls, weaving into a huge blood-red net under the bright sunlight, covering the entire Xingde County.

Inside the coffin shop, the lids of coffins of various shapes and sizes exploded open at the same time, revealing the corpses of martial artists that Old Wang had taken advantage of the situation to move. The corpses were still full of blood.

From the mouth of the Eternal Mother, strands of blood-red silk shot out like spider silk, connecting to the corpse.

In the blink of an eye, all the corpses had been dried into mummies.

Immediately afterwards, the Eternal Mother spat out four blood-red orbs of light, one large and three small, which entered the foreheads of Old Wang's family of four.

Their skin began to flush with an eerie red, and faint grayish-white patches appeared.

At the same time, a loud bang came from inside the four men, and their thin bodies swelled up like inflated balloons.

His muscles, as if cast in bronze and iron, ripped through his clothes, arousing envy and jealousy from the surrounding believers.

Chi Chengzi looked at the four members of the Wang family, and among them, the old man who had received the largest share of the light orb was already approaching the level of marrow cleansing.

His wife and two children have also broken through the Inner Strength realm, reaching approximately the level of a Yi Jin Jing martial artist.

Then, the Eternal Mother separated many tiny, blood-red orbs of light, which entered the brows of the believers sitting below.

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Crimson Flame Martial Arts School.

Zhou Chen looked up at the blood-red net in the sky, his brows furrowed.

Within the perception of the spiritual trace, the aura of calamity was becoming increasingly dense, even approaching the density of some areas within the Qiankun Realm.

The lightning that used to arrive in an instant has yet to appear.

"Could it be that these blood-red nets are preventing powerful beings who control the thunder from spying on us?" Zhou Chen speculated.