The next day.
It was a rare day for the Creation Entrance to be lively.
The Sacrificial Ceremony resonated with the blood essence.
If it was in the past, the descendants of the Secret Craftsmen from other cities might have come to observe the ceremony. However, such situations were getting rarer and rarer. Firstly, there was a lack of manpower. Secondly, the connections between the cities were gradually decreasing.
Ferocious beasts wreaked havoc not only in the wilderness, but also on the official roads. Although no one said anything, they all knew what was going on.
The former Secret Craftsmen's descendant, who was the white-haired elder, had been cremated. His ashes were enshrined on the altar. The eldest disciple wore a yellow robe and prayed sincerely.
The sky was covered with red clouds like a sea of blood. Deep within the clouds, there was a whirlpool that looked like a bloody eye.
This could be the phenomenon caused by the condensation of blood essence.
Heavenly King Luo was a little dispirited. Although the iron-blooded disciples were polite to the elders, they did not show any special respect. The former Secret Craftsmen's descendant did not pay much attention to them. Perhaps the successor's eldest disciple did not ask for anything from him.
The Creation Entrance was indeed an important force in King City that everyone had to respect. Unfortunately, this force could not be roped in by anyone.
Heavenly King Luo finally understood and felt that he had wasted his efforts in the past few days.
Sha Wuchou and Qiu Fengye had just recovered from their injuries and also came to observe the ceremony.
They were heavily injured by Nie Ma 'er in the beginning and did not know what happened later. When they heard from Guang Shengjun that it was Shen Zhenyi who dealt with the beast spirits, they were skeptical.
"However, the descendant of the Secret Technique Master Craftsman seemed to believe it without a doubt. Therefore, in the end, he used his essence blood to help his three female disciples gain enlightenment and increase their cultivation. This time, the Abandoned Sword Manor has really profited greatly."
Sha Wuchou said impatiently, "It has nothing to do with us anyway. The resources in the city will not be less than what we have. After this matter is over, I will go back and cultivate in seclusion. I am too lazy to watch. Let these capable young people do more work. "
The Abandoned Sword Villa's power was expanding and they could not stop it even if they wanted to.
Fortunately, they no longer had the intention to fight for power. If the Abandoned Sword Villa had the ability, they could simply hand over all the mundane affairs in King City and focus on cultivation to see if there was a one in a million chance of a breakthrough.
Guang Shengjun glanced at them and laughed inwardly.
The two old men were still like this. They couldn't let go of anything in their hearts, but they insisted on acting like they were in seclusion. With their current state of mind, it was absolutely impossible for them to break through.
Military Advisor Hei Ze's expression was solemn. His mind was elsewhere, but no one knew what he was thinking.
"The ceremony is about to begin!"
Cynanchum Chinense followed behind Shen Zhenyi. She clicked her tongue in wonder as she watched the world change color.
Human blood essence could actually affect the weather to this extent. One could only imagine the ability of this secret technique master craftsman.
— — Even further, Shen Zhenyi, who was able to guide a master craftsman of secret methods, was even more unfathomable.
"Even after a thousand years, his essence blood is still so pure. His desire to save the world is still so deep."
Shen Zhenyi sighed softly.
This kind of ability to transform essence blood into life, if it wasn't for the cultivator's unchangeable obsession, it was impossible for it to last so long. After a thousand years, it was still fresh. This was the strength of the soul and spirit.
Princess Long seemed to understand but not fully. She asked, "Is this the legendary External Incarnation Technique? The descendants of the secret technique master craftsmen all over the world are actually his clones, and they cultivate this way? "
This was just a mysterious legend and myth, but it sounded similar to the secret technique master craftsman's method of transforming flesh and blood into iron.
Shen Zhenyi laughed involuntarily. "How can it be so powerful? Although the spirit of the secret technique master craftsman has been passed down, every descendant of the secret technique master craftsman still has their own independent consciousness. They are not the secret technique master craftsman himself. "
He paused and sighed again. "Even if there is a great opportunity in the future to gather essence blood and be reborn as the secret technique master craftsman himself, he is actually two different people from a thousand years ago. At most, he will have the memories and emotions of the past."
Inheriting the essence blood of the secret technique master craftsman would allow one to inherit his power and divine abilities, and also his will.
One must transform flesh and blood into iron and build a majestic city to protect the human race.
Of course, this inheritance could only be inherited by people who shared the same spirit and were willing to sacrifice themselves. However, they were not completely transformed into the secret technique master craftsman himself. They just inherited his memory and knowledge.
Even if every descendant would feel that they were the secret technique master craftsman.
But the real secret technique master craftsman had already fallen into eternal sleep a thousand years ago, and died without a complete corpse.
"That is to say, there is no real rebirth?"
Cynanchum Chinense lamented. "If that's the case, why is he so determined to cultivate this kind of divine ability?"
After experiencing the pain of the essence blood scattering in all directions, his spirit still had to stay in the world and keep repeating the pain. If it was for cultivation and he could make a comeback after a few years, then he might be able to grit his teeth and endure it. But if his true self was dead, and the one who was reborn was not himself, then what was his purpose?
— — Cynanchum Chinense knew that she was wrong as soon as the words came out of her mouth.
What the secret technique master craftsman diligently pursued was only to save the world and people. As long as he could save one more person, he was willing to let him suffer any more pain.
This kind of sacrificial spirit was already a holiness that was difficult for people to understand.
"This old man … is actually quite amazing."
She thought about it and finally made an evaluation.
Cynanchum Chinense couldn't imagine what the secret technique master craftsman looked like a thousand years ago. She could only subconsciously think that it was the white-haired old man who had just died.
Anyway, on the spiritual level, the two overlapped.
"But … if it were me, I definitely wouldn't sacrifice like this."
She felt that she wasn't so noble. "If you want me to save people, I'm willing. Sometimes, when blood surges up, even if I lose my life, at most I will regret it before I die. But to suffer so much piecemeal and not see any return, I really can't do it. "
Cynanchum Chinense was very frank. She couldn't be such a person.
"It's okay."
Shen Zhenyi also didn't think that everyone had to be so heroic.
"It's good that you have your own beliefs."
The higher the cultivation level, the more important it was to adhere to one's beliefs. This was the so-called "Dao."
Everyone's "Dao" was slowly walked out by themselves. With countless fragments of the past, they gathered into today's person.
"Yes, yes, yes."
Cynanchum Chinense and Princess Long nodded together in agreement.
Zi Ningjun silently lowered her head. She didn't need Shen Zhenyi to remind her of her own persistence.
Whoosh —
At this moment, the vortex in the red cloud in the sky suddenly spun faster, and the air was filled with the smell of blood.
"It's coming!"
Eldest Senior Brother, who was presiding over the sacrifice, was overjoyed. "Our hearts are sincere. The blood of the secret technique master craftsman has gathered and is about to descend!"
The blood eye in the sky seemed to open, and a little red light shot out like an arrow, drawing a dazzling arc in the air.
The iron-blooded disciples shouted together and raised their hands, full of expectation, hoping that this little bit of blood would fall on their heads.
However, the blood seemed to deliberately avoid them. It circled in the air, chose a target, and flew quickly.
It flew right between Cynanchum Chinense's eyebrows!
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