Chapter 123: “Bring Me the Blood of Blood Shadow Undying Child.”
The women of the three Evil Lotus factions knelt before the young man on the black jade throne, who surveyed them, the Demonic Lotus Heavenly Yin radiating from him.
His sharp, angular features, his prominent hooked nose, and the two naked girls at his feet gave him a sinister, demonic aura.
The demonic flames flickered and danced, the hall itself seeming to pulse like a living heart under his gaze.
This bizarre scene, combined with the oppressive aura of the Demonic Lotus Heavenly Yin, made it seem as if he could crush them all with a mere thought.
“The Sect Leader will soon return,” he said slowly, his voice echoing through the hall, “Until then, I will oversee the affairs of the Evil Lotus Sect. But before that, there’s something you must do. Bring me the blood of Blood Shadow Undying Child.
“If you succeed, I will reunite the three canons and use the Secret Canon to help you advance your cultivation.”
He looked down at the three leaders: Xuan Feng Huanzhi, Yue Yaotai, and Sha Lingshan.
Xuan Feng Huanzhi, in her green robe, her hair in a high bun, her phoenix crown gleaming.
Yue Yaotai, her skin fair, her figure curvaceous, her colorful robe flowing around her, her hair in a cloud bun.
And Sha Lingshan, the youngest of the three, her figure slender and graceful.
Under his gaze, they felt the oppressive weight of the Demonic Lotus Heavenly Yin.
Without it, they couldn’t advance beyond the fifth rank. The promise of further progress filled them with a mixture of excitement and apprehension.
Xuan Feng Huanzhi, gritting her teeth, bowed her head and asked, “Which Sect Leader are you referring to?”
This was the question on everyone’s mind.
Since the Evil Lotus Sect’s division, each of the three factions had its own lineage of “Sect Leaders,” although none were true inheritors. After two hundred years, there had been many.
Which Sect Leader was he referring to? And was this Sect Leader truly worthy of leading the entire Evil Lotus Sect?
The young man on the throne sneered. He snapped his fingers, and the demonic fire flared, pushing the other women back.
Dragon Girl, Snake Charmer, Zhu Ping, Huan Tingting, Peach Blossom Lady, Plum Blossom Lady, and the others, startled, tried to move forward, but the flames, like an impenetrable wall, held them back.
Xuan Feng Huanzhi, Yue Yaotai, and Sha Lingshan remained prostrate, motionless. They knew that having entered the Demonic Lotus Palace, their lives were in his hands.
And this mysterious young man clearly didn’t intend to kill them; he simply didn’t want others to hear what he was about to say.
The Emerald Beauty, floating in the air, sneered, “Who else could it be but the Evil Lotus Sect’s true leader? Or have you forgotten her after three hundred years?”
Her words stunned them… Three hundred years? The Evil Lotus Sect’s true leader?
Indeed, none of their current leaders were the true inheritors.
The last true leader of the Evil Lotus Sect… the legendary figure who had united the demonic sects, commanded the dark path, and forced even the Supreme Emperor of the barbarian court to retreat.
And in that moment, they understood… why the Keeper of the Canon hadn’t appeared in all these years, hadn’t chosen a true successor from among their disciples.
The Keeper of the Canon was merely a failsafe, a backup plan.
If the Sect Leader was still alive, the Keeper couldn’t intervene.
For generations, they had wondered why the Keeper hadn’t appeared, why no one had received the true inheritance. This question had plagued them, a mystery they couldn’t solve.
And now, they finally understood. They had overlooked the simplest answer… the Demon Empress was still alive!
This realization, both terrifying and exhilarating, made their blood run cold, then hot.
The Demon Empress, who had vanished three hundred years ago, would return, in this era of chaos and upheaval!
The Demon Empress would return! This thought ignited a fire within them, a sense of anticipation and excitement. They were living in extraordinary times, about to embark on an incredible journey.
“We greet the Young Master!” they exclaimed, bowing their heads in unison, their voices filled with awe and reverence.
The two naked girls beside the throne, awakened by their voices, sat up, looking at the three kneeling women with sleepy confusion…
The Gates of Hell opened, flaunting in public.
The black carriage, carrying the black coffin, slowly approached the chasm, the golden energy swirling within, like an inverted waterfall, flowing towards it.
An army of corpses, the bodies of those who had fallen in battle outside, stumbled towards the chasm, their movements jerky and unnatural.
Among the dead were Shark Dragon Gang members, barbarian soldiers and officers, and even martial artists from other sects, lured by the promise of “treasure,” caught in the crossfire.
They rose from the ground, their movements stiff and unnatural, their cries sharp and piercing, and shambled forward.
The Ghost Extreme Sect, their full strength revealed, attacked the altar, while elite barbarian soldiers, hidden until now, emerged from the shadows, further adding to the chaos.
The Ancestral Altar priestesses, kneeling before the stone piles, oblivious to the surrounding carnage, continued their chanting, their voices a low murmur, the unique incantations of the Jin clan intertwining, plumes of green smoke rising from the stones, forming figures that clashed with the approaching corpses.
The experts of both sides also fought, explosions of energy echoing, blades flashing.
Grandmother Ba remained motionless on the altar, the golden energy swirling around her, drawn towards the pearl before her.
The black carriage reached the center of the swirling golden energy, and the black coffin rose upright.
The golden energy surged towards the coffin, like a tsunami, its power absorbed, then unleashed as a wave of dark energy.
The coffin lid burst open with a bang, revealing an old man within.
Peng Tianwang, the “Heaven’s Folly Ghost Sorrow,” leader of the Ghost Extreme Sect.
He had long white hair and a beard, his robe pristine white. And strangely, behind him, an endless expanse of darkness stretched, as if he stood at the gateway to another world.
Although just a small coffin, the old man within seemed to stand at the boundary between two realms.
Behind him, in the darkness, countless shadowy figures writhed and surged.
“Grandmother Ba!” Peng Tianwang’s voice echoed through the cavern, “The Gates of Hell are open. Step aside, or face the wrath of the underworld!”
Grandmother Ba, her gaze fixed on the pearl before her, its golden light intensifying as it absorbed the swirling energy, said calmly, “The Gates of Hell, connecting the realms of the living and the dead. Your actions will destroy this city, killing millions, mostly Chinese.
“If you Chinese don’t care, why should I? If China falls, and the mortal world becomes a ghostly realm, we, the Jin clan, will simply return to the northern steppes. It’s a harsh land, but we can survive. As for trying to kill me… heh, even your master couldn’t do it. You’re not worthy.”
Although Peng Tianwang was over a hundred years old, Grandmother Ba addressed him as a “youngster.” She was of his master’s generation.
Peng Tianwang snorted, “Very well. There’s nothing left to say!” He proclaimed, “Foolish mortals, clinging to wealth, race, power, and lineage, not realizing that whether rich or poor, Chinese or barbarian, noble or commoner, in death, we are all equal.
“The Confucians speak of universal harmony, but only in death can true equality be achieved. Tonight, I bring the underworld to the mortal realm, creating a kingdom of death, a kingdom of equality.”
The coffin behind him exploded, revealing a large, black archway. The golden energy surged towards him, forming a golden bridge beneath his feet, connecting the two worlds.
Countless ghostly figures poured through the archway, their screams echoing. The barbarian soldiers, caught off guard, their flesh and blood peeling away as the ghosts attacked.
They screamed and writhed, their bodies quickly reduced to skeletons that crumbled into dust.
The Ancestral Altar priestesses watched in horror. The woman in black shouted, “Keep chanting! Don’t stop!”
They hurriedly continued their incantations, the green smoke from the stone piles swirling around them, forming a protective barrier against the ghostly figures.
Grandmother Ba finally opened her eyes, her gaze fixed on four black pearls floating above the archway. She murmured, “The Four Pearls of the Underworld. You actually managed to refine them. No wonder… no wonder. With the Yellow Springs formed, and the Gates of Hell open, Dàxīng City is doomed.”
She looked down at the pearl before her and, raising her hand, channeled her power into it, its golden light intensifying.
Peng Tianwang sneered, “Still clinging to that sliver of hope, trying to gather more True Dragon energy? It’s useless… no one will escape Dàxīng City tonight!”
A woman’s voice echoed from above, “Don’t be so sure.”
Her voice, soft and ethereal, reached everyone present. Grandmother Ba and Peng Tianwang, sensing a powerful presence, looked up.
A colorful cloud platform, formed from swirling clouds, descended from the sky, a beautiful woman floating down, chanting, “Idle gaze upon the Azure Sky, singing songs of ancient lore, while moon rabbits are caught on mountain high, seizing destiny’s essence, illuminating the Great Clarity’s sky.”
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