The Vermilion Bird Palace rotated, and the inheritors quickly went to another palace.
Their journey had only just begun.
The Original Star was just the starting point. They still had a long way to go, but they were close to where their dreams began.
Ten thousand years passed in the blink of an eye.
The four secret realms.
The Earth Domain.
In the Wilderness.
The Great Xia Ancient Nation.
In a Wilderness mountain range, a blood sacrifice was being held.
Scarlet flames rose, making everything in the valley look extremely strange.
On the altar, several masked red-robed cultivators were maintaining order.
Apart from them, there were also tens of thousands of Dao Lords and countless mortal cultivators gathered here.
They were the targets of the blood sacrifice.
"Young Sect Master, everything is ready!" the red-robed emissary said respectfully.
A masked man in black armor who was hidden in the mountain slowly walked out of the void. Just one look from him was enough to make the red-robed emissaries tremble in fear.
Although these people had only started following the Young Sect Master in the recent thousand years, they were abnormally fearful of this Young Sect Master.
This was because the Young Sect Master had sacrificed countless Dao Lords in the past thousand years. He didn't even let off mortals. His combat strength was unfathomable.
He had once killed a rank two Imperial Lord instantly without giving him a chance to fight back.
"Let's begin!" The masked Young Sect Master's voice was deep and cold.
The imprisoned cultivators below glared at the red-robed emissaries above. When they saw the Young Sect Master in black armor, they hated him to the core.
"How dare you imprison me? I'm the Ninth Prince of the Great Xia. You're courting death!"
A tall and sturdy young man with a resolute appearance roared furiously. He was also the strongest amongst these people. He had already reached the Half-step Imperial Emperor Realm.
But here, any red-robed emissary was comparable to an Imperial Lord. They couldn't resist at all.
When the Young Sect Master heard this, his eyes flickered. He seemed to have thought of something fun. He raised his arm slightly and moved his fingers.
The red-robed emissary behind him instantly understood. He slapped out, turning into a black mist that enveloped the young man who called himself the Ninth Prince of the Great Xia.
Black fog swirled around the Ninth Prince, and he arrived in front of the Young Sect Master in an instant.
"The ninth prince of the Great Xia, interesting. I heard that the Great Xia is preparing to launch a large-scale attack on the Mo Luo Nation. Is that true?" The voice of the black-armored Young Sect Master was filled with amusement. He did not take the person in front of him seriously at all. It was as though he was looking at a prey.
In the beginning, the Ninth Prince was still very unyielding. After all, he was the Ninth Prince of the Great Xia Dynasty. He had been in a high position since he was young and was used to oppressing others.
But when he stood in front of the black armoured Young Sect Master, for some unknown reason, he couldn't be unyielding anymore. His eyes were filled with fear and his heart had shrunk into a ball.
Originally, he didn't want to answer, but when he saw that pair of cold eyes, he stuttered and said, "Yes, there is such a thing!"
"Exterminate the Devil Sect? The name of this expedition is indeed in accordance with the will of the heavens! " The black-armored young master stretched out his sharp claws and grabbed the head of the Ninth Prince of the Great Xia Dynasty. In an instant, countless images appeared in his mind.
After about three breaths, the black armoured Young Sect Master then slowly let go of his hand.
However, the person in his hand had already turned into a corpse.
His origin source, divine body, and even his memories and cultivation techniques had all been wiped clean. All that was left was a withered body.
"From now on, I am him, the Ninth Prince of the Great Xia Ancient Nation, Xiamang Guanyu!"
With that, the red-robed deacon officially activated the Blood Sacrifice Array.
Countless people were transported to the altar.
Everyone's faces were filled with a thick aura of death.
The Earth Realm was too chaotic. Every day, there were demons performing blood sacrifices. The various ancient countries were constantly at war with each other. The environment for cultivators was very bad. Even some sects that had been passed down for billions of years could be annihilated overnight.
Even the temples where the Gods were stationed would be attacked.
Not to mention the countless people here.
"Am I going to die?" a young man muttered to himself.
His face was not deathly still. Instead, it was filled with worry.
The red-robed deacon shouted, "Quick, pour the God Blood and God Crystals. Don't stop for a moment!" “
While these people were busy, the Young Sect Master crossed his arms and floated in the air. He was more than a meter above the ground, quietly watching everything.
As the God Blood poured in, the world lost its color.
Countless people were tossing and turning inside. The young man wiped the blood off his face. He endured the weakness of his body with all his strength and tightly held onto a wooden puppet. There was a name carved on it.
From the name, it should be a girl.
It was his younger sister.
The two of them depended on each other. He was just a Body Refinement Realm mortal. If he wanted to survive in the Earth Domain, he needed someone to rely on.
In order to support his younger sister, he worked as a coolie in a mortal sect. He thought that he would have someone to rely on, but in the end, he was implicated by that sect. Everyone, from the sect master to the coolie disciples, was robbed and brought here.
"It's fine if I die, but my younger sister is still young!" The young man's eyes were red, and tears flowed out in the next moment.
He was not afraid of death. He was afraid that if he died, there would be no one to protect his younger sister.
His sect was destroyed, and his younger sister was still waiting for him to return home. But now, he could not go back. He could not go back anymore.
As the God Blood boiled, the young man gradually collapsed on the altar.
Although he was weak, his willpower was terrifyingly strong. He was actually able to fall with those Great Ascension Realm cultivators.
Plop!
As he fell, in a blur of blood and tears, he thought of his childhood.
In a small courtyard, his father was a hunter. He raised the family by hunting in the mountains. It was quite comfortable. Moreover, he was the only son.
When he was a child, his father brought his younger sister back from the mountains.
"Little Fan, you have a younger sister!"
"Little Fan, you must remember that you are a man. You must protect your younger sister and mother. Come, pick up the saber and continue practicing!"
Later, wild beasts attacked the village. In order to protect him and his younger sister, his parents charged into the beast tide.
"Little Fan …"
The brother and sister left their home and begged for a living.
Fortunately, he had been practicing martial arts since young. Whether he worked as a coolie or a servant, he always had a meal.
But now, without him, what would his younger sister do?
"Big Brother, let's go home!"
When the young man closed his eyes, the last thing he saw was his younger sister standing at the gate of the fenced courtyard, holding a bowl of water and waiting for him to come home.
People kept falling on the altar.
Now, even the Earth Immortals had fallen. Then, it was the Heaven Immortals and the Daolords among the Heaven Immortals.
The division of strength in the Earth Realm was still based on the names of the most ancient times.
In the Earth Realm, Grand Yan Immortals were Heaven Immortals. Yan Immortals were Earth Immortals. Great Ascension Realm cultivators were Progenitors.
The Lord of Mortals was also a Great Ascension Realm cultivator.
The black-armored young master's expression changed. A hint of surprise appeared in his eyes as he turned to the north.
This scene gave the red-robed deacon a fright.
This young master was a fearless lord. Even he was shocked. Could it be that a powerful Imperial Emperor had come?
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