"A person's blood is limited."
Even if he had cultivated to the True God Realm and had abundant blood essence, it was still too insignificant compared to a majestic city.
"Using his own blood to create millions of refined iron … this is …"
Cynanchum Chinense was usually eloquent, but now she was shocked speechless.
"Of course, a person's blood is not enough."
Shen Zhenyi sighed.
"Even if the Secret Technique Master Craftsman was talented and his blood could create a sea, it was still not enough, let alone his successor …"
He paused for a while and said, "This majestic city was created by the successor of the Secret Technique Master Craftsman. Generation after generation, they sacrificed their blood and flesh to obtain it. It's not ordinary. Although the successor of the Secret Technique Master Craftsman is a True God Realm warrior, his lifespan is less than sixty years. Every thirty years, there will be a new Sacrificial Master. "
"Sixty years?"
Princess Long was shocked.
"That means, the old man — is less than sixty years old?"
She looked at the white-haired old man who was sitting on the ground. This person's skin was wrinkled and his hair was white. He was actually … so young?
The most important thing for a warrior's cultivation was the lifespan of the body. A Peak Mortal Realm warrior could live for a hundred and fifty years. A True God Realm warrior could live for more than three hundred years. The average lifespan of a True God Realm warrior was five or six hundred years.
This Sacrificial Master could only live for sixty years. Didn't that reduce his lifespan to one-tenth?
— — Compared to a mortal, he did not have any advantage.
"Moreover, once he becomes the Sacrificial Master and offers his blood essence, it means that he will become one with the Iron Gate. He will never be able to leave."
Shen Zhenyi's gaze also landed on the white-haired old man. There was pity and respect in his eyes.
"With the continuous loss of blood, his body will gradually weaken. His limbs will be crippled, and he will become deaf and blind. One day, he will lose all his five senses and become paralyzed. He will become a living dead."
"Even so … his tragic fate is not over yet."
Shen Zhenyi's tone was emotionless as he described the cruel fate.
"The next Sacrificial Master must use his blood and flesh to grow and obtain the blood essence seed. Only then can he become the successor of the Secret Technique Master Craftsman."
"Back then, when the Secret Arts Grandmaster died, he also died without a complete corpse."
… Not only did he die without a complete corpse, but his bones were probably ground to dust, leaving nothing behind.
— — Shen Zhenyi was vague in his explanation. He didn't explain how he used flesh and blood as a guide.
However, Cynanchum Chinense, Princess Long, and Zi Ningjun were all intelligent people and could guess what was going on. They couldn't help but shudder.
"Why would they be willing?"
Cynanchum Chinense did not understand.
Completely dedicating one's life, staying in one place for one's entire life for one's sole purpose, just like a lamb that had its blood drained. Even … sacrificing one's own death?
How tragic was such a life?
Why would anyone be willing?
Was she being forced?
Shen Zhenyi was silent for a while, then said respectfully, "This is called sacrifice."
"Sacrifice?"
Cynanchum Chinense and Princess Long looked at each other in confusion.
"Sacrificing the individual in exchange for the reproduction of the group. Sacrificing the individual for the greater good. "
"It's easy to say, but what kind of miracle is it to do it?"
Shen Zhenyi looked at the distant starry sky. In the endless sky, there were the same people, the same race.
Such things were happening in every corner of the thousands of worlds.
It was just that there were small and big sacrifices, great and ordinary sacrifices.
"The human race in the Seven Wounds World had already reached the end of their road. The rise and reproduction of the beasts was a tragedy that the human race could not resist."
"Once the beasts began to erupt, many powerful beings would quickly appear at the level of the Deity Realm. This was something that the human race who cultivated step by step could never compare to."
"Originally, in less than a thousand years, the human race would have been wiped out. When our Moon Decapitation ascended to immortality, I'm afraid that what we would see would only be a world ravaged by beasts."
Shen Zhenyi had also considered this possibility.
But fortunately, they came to the Seven Wounds World.
There was a city.
Where there was a city, there were people.
A thousand years ago, there were people who used their flesh and blood to form a great wall, blocking the invasion of the beasts, preserving the human race's survival and bloodline.
Although a thousand years had passed, many people had already gotten used to the existence of the city. Most people did not know where the city wall came from, and had no way to pay tribute to the sacrifices of the Iron Blood Tribe.
But they … were still silently sacrificing their lives.
"If the city lives, the people live. If the city dies, the people die. Flesh and blood are like iron, my heart will not die … "
The Iron Blood Tribe disciples, with the white-haired old man as the center, sat in many circles, clasping their hands and singing loudly.
Many people's masks were broken, revealing their bloodied faces. Their eyes were calm, and their expressions were firm, showing no intention of retreating.
They knew that they could not interfere in the battle between the Sixth Order God Realm Nie Maer and the Elders Guild, but the Iron Gate was their last line of defense. No one thought of taking this opportunity to escape.
"Bastard!"
Sha Wuchou's heart was like an ancient well. He thought that after cultivating for several hundred years, he had long lost his hot-bloodedness. But when he saw this situation, he still could not help but feel his blood rushing to his head. He roared and turned into an even more blazing fireball, like a moth flying into a flame, crashing into Nie Maer's bone claw.
"Troublesome!"
Qiu Fengye closed his eyes. His long sword was like frost. He no longer held back and took out the profound sword skills he had studied for so many years. His attacks were like a tidal wave, disregarding life and death — — or it could be said that he completely trusted his companions.
— — Originally, these guys could not be trusted.
"Profound Light Illumination!"
Guang Shengjun also risked his life. He took a deep breath and his body suddenly expanded, turning into a round ball. Three hundred and sixty acupoints on his body spurted out arcs of light, turning into barriers in front of everyone, forming a solid protection and protection!
"Really a bunch of hot-blooded idiots …"
Advisor Hei Ze sighed quietly. His figure flashed and retracted, appearing and disappearing like a ghost. Even he suddenly increased the intensity of his attacks, risking his life to sneak attack Nie Maer's vital points.
Shen Zhenyi's face revealed a faint smile.
"The human race … … has not reached the point of extinction yet."
The hot-bloodedness was still there, the city was still there.
At the final juncture, even if they were cunning people, even if they usually tried to deceive each other, brothers would still fight against each other!
At this moment, everyone could only trust their companions and fight with their last bit of strength.
Because this was the only way they could survive!
"Flesh like iron, my heart will not die!"
"Flesh like iron, my heart will not die!"
The Iron Blood Warriors chanted loudly. The originally damaged Ten Thousand Blood Black Iron Formation also started to recover. The two unbroken Iron Dragons let out a sky-shaking roar, rose up, and started to attack Nie Maer again!
Flesh like iron, my heart will not die!
This was the last line of defense of the human race.
The Iron Xuan Gate was not destroyed, the city would not fall. This was related to the lives of billions of people.
— — No one could retreat.
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