When the ancestors were in despair, when the doyens were imagining things, when Luo Mei was screaming … …
Xie Tian was doing his own thing.
Ever since Little Bell called him father, Xie Tian had started to plan. After hundreds of years of deduction, planning, denial, and confirmation, he finally had a chance to put his plan into practice in the Thirty-Six Blood Worlds.
However, the core of his plan was subverted when he was trying to save Little Bell who was on the verge of death from the pressure of the Thirty-Six Blood Worlds.
After discovering the connection between the blood pond essence blood and Rakshasa's first blood, a completely new path that might be better for Little Bell appeared in front of him.
After that … …
He walked through the entire Blood Mist World.
He unified the Blood Mist World.
He walked to the Blood Decay World.
He walked through the thirteen blood worlds.
He created a little Luo Zheng that was half Luo Zheng.
… …
After destroying Luo Shang's Evil Execution Conference … …
He knew where the Doyens were.
So he walked through the Thirty-Six Blood Worlds.
He perfected the blood essence of the thirteen clans to the greatest extent.
… …
Even though the core of his plan was subverted, he did not stop. On this road, he walked confidently, domineeringly, and easily, but he also walked with a mind as vast as the sea.
Avenging Little Bell was just a small interlude in his grand plan. He cared, but he did not care.
When he heard that there was an Ancient Blood Pool deep within the Doyens, he knew that this was the second accident. It pointed out where he should go after the Thirty-Six Blood Worlds.
There was a third accident.
It was when the Doyens suddenly took the initiative to attack after a long period of silence.
This incident allowed him to vaguely guess that the Crimson Palace in his hand was no trivial matter.
Other than the third accident, which temporarily prevented him from reaching the Ancient Blood Pool, everything was under his control.
The appearance of the nine ancestral palaces meant that the Doyens were starting to plot against him. But it also meant that Xie Tian had truly come into contact with the core existence of the Thirty-Six Blood Worlds.
After he refined the blood essence in the blood colored palace, there were still dozens of Warm White Jade left.
This was something he couldn't understand.
He didn't know if the thirteen Grand Elders understood, but he saw it. When the thirteen Grand Elders were forced into a disadvantageous position by the ancestors led by little Luo Zheng, they used the nine Ancestral Halls.
With the thought that they would at least be able to control it, Xie Tian appeared.
The purpose of his appearance was to figure out exactly what the Ancestral Hall that Grand Elder had mentioned was, and what sort of profoundness it possessed.
At the same time, when he realized that only twelve of the thirteen ancestral palaces had appeared, the thought of filling the Luokong clan's Blood Essence spontaneously arose in his mind.
Throughout the entire process, he did not make a move or resist.
Everything he had was used to explore the nine ancestral halls, as well as the thirteen grand elders' methods of using them.
As he sank deeper and deeper into the bloody river, the thick fog in front of him was gradually parted by him …
He saw the thirteen founding elders spurting blood from their mouths and the method they used to activate the Blood Ancestor River.
He saw how the Blood Ancestor River caused the nine Ancestral Halls to change.
He saw how the nine Ancestral Halls turned into nine giants and changed the trajectory of heaven and earth.
He saw how the thirteen clans' Blood Essence and the nine Ancestral Halls that represented the nine great clans worked together during the entire process. Although they couldn't be said to have a tacit understanding, they could still work together.
…
He had seen a lot.
But it also gave rise to even more doubts …
But at least he, who had escaped from the bloody river, had found some of the profoundness of the nine Ancestral Halls.
These profoundness were not enough for him to be completely confident …
But the preemptive eruption of the thirteen clans' Blood Essence in the butterfly's body did not allow him to continue peeking, nor did it allow him the opportunity to complete the thirteen Ancestral Halls.
Fortunately, there was still hope.
Hope was beautiful.
What this beautiful hope brought to Xie Tian was the Luokong clan's Ancestral Hall.
Regardless of whether it was the Ancestral Hall's Blood Essence or the warm white jade, they were all created from nothing as the aura of hope slowly changed.
These four words almost scared the thirteen founding elders crazy.
The Luokong clan's Ancestral Hall?
How could the Luokong clan have the right to own an Ancestral Hall?
Even if they did!
How could the successor of the Evil Emperor create it?
…
Amidst the terror that shattered their common sense, they couldn't even react to Xie Tian's swift action of snatching control of the nine ancestral halls.
And because of this hesitation, they completely lost the possibility of seizing control of the Ancestral Halls.
Because it was not only their methods that allowed Xie Tian to control the Ancestral Halls, but also the aura of hope.
Now that he was far away from the butterfly, he was also far away from Rakshasa's first blood, so it was impossible for him to impersonate Rakshasa.
But the aura of hope was clearly of a higher level than Rakshasa's first blood. Not only could it become Luo Zheng's natural enemy in the battle against Luo Zheng, it could also help Xie Tian control the Ancestral Halls at a higher level.
The nine Ancestral Halls, plus the Luokong clan's Ancestral Halls that were created from nothing, made a total of ten.
As he waved his right hand, the left antenna of the butterfly beside Little Bell lit up slightly, and dozens of warm white jade, along with the blood essence of the three clans, shot toward him.
Before they even got close, they automatically merged into three Ancestral Halls based on his understanding of the Ancestral Halls.
The Thirteen Ancestral Halls.
The final trump card of the Thirty-six Blood Worlds was called the Thirteen Ancestral Halls by the founding elders …
But the appearance of the Thirteen Ancestral Halls was not something they had ever seen before, nor was it something they knew of.
Therefore, when the ancestors gradually freed themselves from the pain of the Blood River Purgatory and looked at Xie Tian's actions in confusion …
The thirteen founding elders were on the verge of a mental breakdown.
Such a grand feat that should not have existed in the Thirty-six Blood Worlds was actually being carried out by a being that was not Rakshasa …
After all, who was the Rakshasa? Who wasn't?
The most terrifying thing in the world was to doubt one's own existence.
The degree of doubt was thousands of times more terrifying than Xie Tian's loss of connection with the word 'truth'.
Any living creature would use the craziest methods to extinguish such a terrifying thing as soon as it appeared.
Unfortunately, even if the thirteen founding elders wanted to go crazy, they did not know how to go crazy.
Until …
As Xie Tian madly vomited blood …
The Thirteen Ancestral Halls.
They merged into one.
They flew toward the sunken ground.
They crashed into the thin curtain of blood formed by the screaming Rakshasa's first blood.
With the shapeless curtain of blood, they brought the confused Little Bell into the hall.
These scenes were like sparks that burned in a flash, and it affected their memories and ignited their madness.
"Fuse … fuse with the blood essence of the thirteen clans …"
"No, that's impossible …"
"Even if the thirteen Ancestral Halls all appear …"
"This … this is the Blood Ancestor's Restriction …"
"Ha, haha, hahaha …"
…
Madness.
That was why they laughed crazily.
They suddenly realized that Xie Tian's actions made them doubt their own existence. It was far less ridiculous than Xie Tian's challenge of the Blood Ancestor's Restriction.
Because they were only questioning their own existence …
Xie Tian was questioning the Blood Ancestor, who had created the Rakshasa Clan.
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