Chapter 6: bl**d of All Spirits Formation (3)
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“Trying to run?”
Lin Nan, who was probing the Ling You Palace with her mind, suddenly detected a powerful wave of consciousness racing towards the entrance of the Underground Palace after having slipped away from the Male Character.
Ignoring the bitter glare from the small boy cowering beneath the Ling You Palace, she quickly teleported, firmly blocking the fleeing consciousness in front of her.
How dare you possess the Male Character casually?
Doesn’t he know that Lin Nan isn’t someone to be trifled with?
No matter what kind of deal Frost North Snow had with you back in the day, if you encounter her now, you will pay the price.
This is a battle of the mind!
From Luo Ying and her companions’ perspective, Lin Nan and the Male Character suddenly fell into silence, their bodies frozen in place.
However, they could vaguely sense that above the Underground Palace, two immensely powerful forces were locked in a standoff.
“Foolish! Do you really think you can stop me from leaving?”
A humanoid shadow floated in the air, and as it spoke, its figure flickered in and out like ripples in water.
“Absolutely. From now on, even if you want to possess someone, you’ll have to check with the master first! So, I must teach you a lesson today.”
“Interesting. Aren’t you afraid of the consequences?”
“Those who are all bark and no bite usually talk too much.”
Lin Nan, recalling her earlier memories, had already guessed its identity—The Preacher.
But this Preacher was more cautious and knew how to protect itself compared to others before.
Typically, their true forms remained in the Divine Realm, while their split consciousness would possess suitable vessels in the continent to carry out their preaching duties.
However, after thousands of years of accumulation, the tradition of cultivation had already formed on the continent. Even among the monster race with no lineage, some Little Demons could unexpectedly cultivate into Great Demons.
The role of the Preachers had diminished,
And most of the time, they were merely responsible for monitoring the Way of Heaven.
Lin Nan had no intention of showing mercy; these Preachers were loyal lapdogs of the Divine Clan, considering all three races beneath them, including the once-glorious Frost North Snow.
As someone from another world and a product of proper education, she sincerely despised these lofty and arrogant beings.
Conversely, the more rampant they were,
The stronger her will to resist became.
Ha, so the so-called Way of Heaven was actually in the hands of these pieces of trash!
Though she had followed a survival policy since entering “The Way of Inquiry”, she found it impossible to endure such arrogance.
After all, this guy originally intended to drag everyone left in the Underground Palace down with him for a scapegoat.
d*e!
Within the Underground Palace, Lin Nan could manifest in any form.
Once she made up her mind, the humanoid shadow was instantly enveloped in intense flames.
“Frost North Snow! How dare you go against the Divine Realm!
Just wait, two years from now, the Divine Army will descend, and you will be ground to dust! There will be no escape!”
“Ahhhh…”
As the Preacher struggled to utter his last words, Lin Nan, now aflame with resolve, turned him into nothing but ashes.
With her consciousness returning to her body, she promptly opened her eyes.
At that moment, the Male Character was pale, drenched in cold sweat from the pain.
During the time he was held by the Preacher, his consciousness had resided quietly in the background. So when he returned to his body, the agony of dozens of poles piercing his flesh almost made him faint.
Yet, he didn’t make a sound,
Not wanting to trouble anyone else.
Only when Lin Nan hurriedly withdrew all the poles and White Peach stepped in to cast a healing spell did he let out a faint groan.
Luo Ying knelt down, resting his head on her thigh.
Such piercing pain is not something an ordinary person could bear.
If it weren’t for the fact that Frost North Snow had been forced to take such actions against the uninvited intruders, she would have still felt the need to vent her frustrations onto the Male Character.
“So, this is the bl**d of All Spirits Formation?”
Lin Nan looked at White Peach, who was healing the Male Character.
The latter’s body stiffened for a moment before she finally nodded.
“Can you tell me everything?” Lin Nan asked seriously. “The Flowerless Palace sacrificed so many innocent lives; I believe I have the right to know.”
Fatty’s knees had mostly recovered thanks to White Peach’s earlier healing.
At this point, even a fool could see that this collective bl**d sacrifice by the Flowerless Palace was not aimed at gaining power. Instead, it seemed to have blocked some sort of hole in the sky through sacrifice.
Initially thinking he had misjudged the situation, Fatty felt a grim sense of loss. But now, his heart was filled with sorrow as he recalled the nearly ten thousand vibrant lives snuffed out. He would have preferred it to be a nightmare and wished to wake up soon.
White Peach’s movements didn’t pause.
Her voice remained cold yet steady, as though recounting an everyday occurrence.
“Five hundred years ago, before the Great Palace Master succeeded the position, she found an ancient stone carving deep inside a cave while traveling the continent. However, the characters were not consistent with the ones we use today.
The Great Palace Master took an imprint of it back to the Flowerless Palace, spending nearly forty years piecing together its meaning. During this time, she continuously collected relevant material.
Fortunately, scattered records and text were unearthed from various burial sites across the continent.
Eventually, the Great Palace Master understood all the content of the stone.
It was then she was certain.
In the East Sea, there is a mysterious Underground Palace where people can hold grand bl**d sacrifices to plead for mercy from the heavens.
Once the deity accepts the offerings, they will not interfere with the mortal realm for at least two years.
Humans are greedy,
And human society is fragile—once offerings exceed what humans can endure, it will inevitably trigger societal turmoil.
The longer the bl**d sacrifice is interrupted, the more severe the backlash from the deity becomes.
Throughout millennia, the ups and downs of the Three Races have proven this time and again.
This history stretches back at least five thousand years, and apart from the Great Palace Master laboriously investigating, no one else cared or was willing to unearth the dust of history.
Based on the aforementioned data, the Great Palace Master also sorted through nearly five thousand years of historical context.
She was shocked to discover that while the bl**d sacrifices had vanished from history, large-scale wars were surprisingly cyclical, occurring roughly every four hundred years when the strongest from the three races engaged in chaotic battles, countless lives lost.
It was as if the whole world routinely cleared out the strong—this undoubtedly alarmed the Great Palace Master further.
The subsequent war where the Monster King unified the Three Races just confirmed her hypothesis.
While there are still four hundred years until the next great battle of the three races, her predictions through the Way of Heaven left her with even more terrifying conclusions.”
At this point, White Peach’s emotions finally wavered, her chest heaving violently.
“The next harvest will be for the entire Three Races!”
