There did not seem to be anything special about the jar, but there was a unique aura coming from it.
At the same time, almost at the instant Wang Baole arrived, the auras of the seven emotions descended around him. They turned into the figures of the Joy Master, the Rage Master, and the others. They all looked at the clone of the Lord of Desire.
Due to the Law of Desire, they were no longer able to lock onto Wang Baole, much less see his condition. Hence, they only learned about what Wang Baole had gone through after being informed by Wang Baole.
Wang Baole was also well aware that the other party's method would not be so simple. They wanted to get rid of his God Soul. If he was the one setting up the trap, he would definitely have a backup plan. Once the other party found him, he would also have to face a killing trap.
In truth, Wang Baole's judgment was not wrong. The clone of the Lord of Desire had tried three days ago, and when he realized that Wang Baole's resistance was so strong, he began to make preparations. The underground palace had already been turned into a killing formation by him.
Hence, there was no panic in his eyes, only hatred.
When the Joy Master and the others arrived and saw everything in the underground palace, especially the jar of blood, their expressions changed drastically. The Joy Master even cried out anxiously.
"That's … that aura …"
"That's the Emperor's blood!"
"Impossible! The Emperor's blood has already turned into the body of the Law of Desire. How could there still be a drop left?!"
The expressions of the seven emotions' masters changed drastically, and they quickly retreated. However, it was too late. The Lord of Desire's clone threw his head back and laughed maniacally.
"I guessed that you would come. Since you're here, why are you in such a hurry to leave? Explode!"
Even as the words left his mouth, the blood jar suddenly began to tremble. A moment later, cracking sounds could be heard as cracks spread out across its surface. A vast aura spread out from within the jar, filled with boundless pressure and terror. It was as if it could sweep away everything in its path, as well as a will that could look down on Heaven and Earth. The Seven Emotions and the others all had expressions of unprecedented panic on their faces. It was as if they were being reminded of painful memories.
Wang Baole's expression changed as well. However, deep in his eyes, there was a strange glow that flashed past.
In the next instant, the cracks on the blood jar reached their limit and it collapsed with a bang. The aura within it erupted and formed a blood-colored mist that surged madly in all directions and swallowed everything!
The expressions of the Lords of the Seven Emotions changed drastically, and they retreated simultaneously, as if they did not dare to touch the blood-red fog in the slightest. Only the Lord of Desire threw his head back and laughed madly. There was joy on his face, and madness appeared in his eyes.
"Die! All of you must die!!"
In the blink of an eye, the blood mist engulfed everything, including Wang Baole. As for the Seven Emotions and Four Sovereigns, because they had fled in the nick of time, they were able to escape the necropolis. Outside of the ancient well, their faces were pale as they did their best to expel the effects of the blood mist. Only the Joy Sovereign looked anxiously at the ancient well.
"There's no need to look. We've failed this time."
"Who could have imagined that the madman Lord of Desire would have a drop of the Emperor's blood!?"
"From the looks of it, he must have refined it from that body many years ago and turned it into his own trump card …. If he had it with him when he was possessed, then I'm afraid we would have suffered a great loss."
The Fury Sovereign and the others all had grim expressions on their faces as they spoke.
"Perhaps … that's not necessarily the case," the Joy Sovereign suddenly said.
The Fury Sovereign arched an eyebrow, but didn't say anything. However, a look of disapproval could be seen on his face.
At the same time, in the necropolis within the ancient well, the blood mist spread out in all directions. Only the laughter of the Lord of Desire's clone continued to echo out. At the same time … as the mist churned, illusory figures began to fly out from the cracks in the walls.
Each and every one of those figures … looked exactly like the Lord of Desire. However, their auras were much weaker. This was … the second of the four clones of the Lord of Desire!
The second clone was very cunning. The method he used to conceal himself was to split himself up again into a hundred parts, each of which were hidden away. This time, because he had sensed the plan of the other clone, he had taken the initiative to cooperate and complete the attack.
At that moment, the avatars that were formed again were like sharp blades that charged into the fog and stabbed crazily towards where Wang Baole was. Even though the Desire Lord believed that no one other than himself could survive in the fog of the Imperial Lord's blood, he still made backup plans.
The sharp blades formed by the clones all stabbed into the spot where Wang Baole was. Popping sounds could be heard, and the stench of blood seemed to grow thicker.
"No matter how you calculate, what can you do? If it's not yours, then it's not yours." Off to the side, the Lord of Desire's clone laughed madly, and his eyes shone with anticipation. He was waiting for Wang Baole to be destroyed, for the blood mist to converge and form a new fleshly body, waiting for him to fuse with it.
Once he fused with it, he would complete the reversal and become the Lord of Desire once again. At that time, he would no longer care about the seven emotions outside.
Without Wang Baole's influence, and after fusing with the other clones, and being in his own Desire City, he was confident that he could suppress the seven emotions.
If it really didn't work, he could break through the seal of the Lord of Rage and summon the Emperor Spirit.
Soon, what happened next matched the Lord of Desire's clone's judgment. The blood-colored mist that filled the area suddenly began to seethe as if it were boiling. In the blink of an eye, it began to gather and shrink.
However, even as the Lord of Desire's clone was filled with anticipation … his expression suddenly flickered violently. That was because … he saw a figure walking out from the depths of the blood-colored mist as it shrank!
As it walked out, the sharp blades formed by the clones that had pierced into the mist turned into blood mist and were absorbed by it!
A body formed by the laws that was not occupied by a consciousness could not move on its own, nor could it devour the sharp blades formed by the clones. To be able to do this, it could only mean … that there was someone controlling the body at that moment!
"This … This …" As the Lord of Desire's clone's expression changed drastically, the figure in the blood-colored mist became more and more visible. As it walked out, the mist in the area gathered madly towards the figure and surged into the figure through the pores of his body.
When the last bit of mist fused into the figure, it arrived in front of the Lord of Desire's clone. Its entire body was crimson red, and even its hair was blood-red. Its eyes shone with a red light, and a violent aura that brought with it an unparalleled pressure enveloped the area.
It was Wang Baole.
He calmly looked at the dumbfounded Lord of Desire, who had an expression of extreme shock on his face.
The Lord of Desire's body trembled, and his eyes were filled with disbelief as he cried out hoarsely, "You, you, you … Who are you? How could you absorb my Master's blood?!"
Wang Baole remained silent. He raised his right hand and pressed it down on the Lord of Desire's head, who had already been shocked to the core and was unable to dodge in fear.
He pressed down slightly, and the Lord of Desire's clone trembled. His body crumbled at a visible rate, and before his body and soul were destroyed and he died completely …
His expression suddenly became a little dazed as he stared blankly at Wang Baole. For a moment, he seemed to have seen something, and he muttered softly.
"You are … Master …" Only these four words left his mouth before the Lord of Desire's clone disappeared into thin air, turning into thick blood mist that flowed into Wang Baole's body through his right hand.
Wang Baole did not speak from beginning to end. He stood there for a long time before he finally sighed and turned to leave.
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