The black-armored Young Sect Master said coldly, "All of you leave first!"
Since the ritual had already begun, these red-robed deacons were of no use. Staying here would only expose their identities.
They were all experts from various sects and were only sent here for the blood ritual. They would not meet normally.
Apart from him, no one knew their true identities.
"Yes!" Several red-robed deacons received the order respectfully.
A miniature array rose and these deacons entered it. They were instantly teleported hundreds of millions of miles away and their auras disappeared.
Only the Young Sect Master was left in the valley.
Inside the altar, it was a mess. Only some bones were left.
A weak source energy rose from the altar. It could not be called a source energy but a power that had never been seen before. It contained everything in the world.
It was a pity that it was too little.
Its power was only comparable to an ordinary Imperial Emperor's source energy.
After reaching out to grab the source energy, the black-armored Young Sect Master's eyes revealed a strange look.
He could not help but roar, "Old man, isn't this your last time? Why isn't it enough?"
A shocking scene appeared. A spirit flew out of the black-armored Young Sect Master's body and floated in the air.
"You can't blame me for this. The people in the ritual this time are too weak. If it was a rank four Imperial Emperor, one would be enough." The spirit said aggrievedly.
The black-armored Young Sect Master's face was filled with disgust. He grabbed the weak source energy and threw it to the spirit.
"You really dare to say that. If a rank four Imperial Emperor is here, we're all finished."
The spirit smiled and quickly flattered, "How can that be? With your current strength, can't you escape if you can't win?"
"Hmph, it's easy for you to say!" The black-armored Young Sect Master could not be bothered and said, "Hurry up and come in. Someone is rushing here and he's not weak."
"Oh?" When the ghost heard this, he revealed a meaningful expression.
If he was not weak, it meant that he could fight and even kill him.
After seeing through the spirit's thoughts, the black-armored Young Sect Master sighed, "He's not just anyone. He's an acquaintance. Let's go!"
After hearing this, the spirit did not dare to say anything and entered the black-armored Young Sect Master's body again.
Swoosh!
A black-robed head monk moved extremely quickly and arrived at the valley in an instant after the black-armored junior sect master left.
Looking at the blood-red altar on the ground, the black-robed head monk's face revealed anger.
A girl around twelve or thirteen years old grabbed his thigh, not daring to look at the blood-red altar. Her wide sleeves swayed as she grabbed his thigh.
When he lowered his head to look at the girl, a smile appeared on his face.
Once upon a time, he had also been in such a situation. That person had also given him a smile, making him feel at ease.
"Brother!" The ragged little girl's eyes were clear and bright. As she looked at the blood red altar, a sense of unease appeared in her heart.
The surrounding aura tore apart the world. Mortals simply couldn't stay here for long.
The head monk shook his head. With a wave of his hand, he collected the blood-red aura in the area, leaving behind only a bare altar. There was still some congealed blood on top of it.
The two of them slowly descended. As soon as they landed, the little girl rushed towards the arena.
She could feel that her brother seemed to have been here before.
Plop.
It was unknown what she tripped over. The little girl propped herself up with both hands and struggled to stand up. She looked at the protruding area behind her.
The head monk stood to the side and did not stop her. With his status and strength, he could see the little girl's past and future at a glance.
Although she used to be poor, she used to be radiant.
Her future was murky. Even if he took her in, her future was unfathomable.
He closed his eyes. In an instant, countless pairs of eyes stared at him.
The sacrifice here had destroyed countless people. To think that it could trigger such a powerful karmic force. However, he was unable to determine who had sacrificed here.
When he opened his eyes again and looked at the little girl, there was pity in his eyes. The little girl was only a reflection of the countless pairs of eyes. At the same time, there were many people in the same situation as the little girl.
Since they did not fear karma, they were clearly demonic cultivators.
At some unknown time, a wooden puppet had appeared in the little girl's hand. There were also crooked words on it.
It was left behind by her brother before he died.
"Little Sister, live well!"
This was something he had used all his strength to leave behind before he died. For some unknown reason, it had not been destroyed.
If the junior sect master knew of this, he would definitely be shocked!
Perhaps, he might even be shocked right now.
On the cliff of the valley, there was a person hidden in a void gap. He glared at the wooden puppet in the little girl's hand coldly.
"Old man, is it really as serious as you say?"
"We only have one life. Why would I kill you? Seems like this is the result of the sacrifice. I've been feeling uneasy for a long time now. Seems like it's because of this item that even the sacrifice cannot destroy."
The person hidden here was the black-armored junior sect master.
"Forget it. As long as I reconstruct an essence for you, you'll be free of this completely. I hate days like this."
The old man's voice sounded once more in a deep voice, "No matter what, kill this person first. He's just a Dao Lord. There's nothing to be afraid of!"
"You're telling me what to do!" The black-armored junior sect master's voice was cold.
However, the person within was stunned.
Why would the usually cold-blooded junior sect master hesitate?
"No, no. I'm just suggesting that you get rid of that wooden puppet. There's karma between us on it and it can't be left alive!"
The black-armored junior sect master ignored him and merely stared at the head monk. Eventually, he shook his head.
On the altar.
The little girl knelt on the ground and sobbed. The head monk took a step forward and squatted down. He patted the little girl's shoulder and said, "Don't let your brother down!"
"Yes!" The little girl raised her head and looked at the head monk. Then, she asked, "Why did my brother die?"
The head monk was stunned for a moment because he realized that the little girl's future had changed again. It was originally turbid, but now it was dark.
It seemed that another extraordinary figure was about to appear in this world.
Of course, this referred to the Grand Xia Ancient Nation.
"Let's go. I'll take you to see it!" The head monk took the little girl's hand and soared into the air.
The two of them instantly tore through the air and left.
After they completely disappeared, the black-armored junior sect master hidden in the void slowly revealed himself.
He looked at the place where the other party had disappeared with a trace of yearning in his eyes.
"Huiqing, long time no see!" His voice was very low, and it was no longer as cold as before.
Whoosh.
The black armor disappeared into his body. He changed into a black robe and slowly took off his mask.
This black-armored junior sect master was "Jian Wushuang", who had disappeared for more than a thousand years.
At this moment, even his hair had turned white.
"You're crazy. Aren't you afraid that someone will see you?" The voice within his body sounded again.
Jian Wushuang's eyes instantly turned sharp as he shouted angrily, "Shut up!"
That person was none other than the White Sovereign King who had abducted him.
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