In the chaotic void, the boundaries of space were distorted and time flowed at different speeds. But at this moment, it was covered in a layer of blood.
Madame Kang's knowledge was extraordinary as her heart immediately grew heavy, "… Blood Devil Plate?!"
Yan Zhaoge extended his hand and pierced the tip of his finger. Using his finger as a pen, he used his own blood essence to quickly write an entire incantation in the air.
The surrounding characters were not the words that people were used to seeing. Instead, it was a strange and rare special language. It was hard to understand, and its meaning was profound.
The blood-red incantation was engraved in the air, fusing with the blood-red screen of light.
Yan Zhaoge roared in a low, strange tone that no one else could understand, "Sacrifice!"
The blood-colored light seemed to come to life, and an extremely ancient will descended from the void.
That will was illusory and indistinct. It was unknown whether its master was alive or dead, but right now, it seemed to have traveled through endless time, releasing a heart shaking roar.
The entire wound of the sky suddenly tore open even further, and the spatial fissure expanded by more than two or three times!
Kang Maosheng and Kang Jinyuan, who were outside the wound of the sky, couldn't escape in time and were instantly sucked into the crack.
Madame Kang was greatly shocked as she could no longer attempt to seal the wound of the sky in place. Expanding her sword-light, she enveloped Kang Maosheng and Kang Jinyuan, intending to leave first before anything else.
However, as Yan Zhaoge executed this sacrificial ritual, the wound of the sky seemed to possess a life of its own as it resembled a truly brutal, massive beast.
Wherever the bloody light passed, the void crack would be sealed. One could only enter, not exit.
Space rotated, forming a huge blood-colored vortex that wanted to devour everyone.
Yan Zhaoge and the Northern Ocean Clone were in the same predicament as the mutated wounds of the sky were similarly brutal and brutal towards everyone and everything within it.
Tan Jin and the others of the Radiant Light Sect were hard pressed to escape as well.
The only thing that allowed Madame Kang to heave a sigh of relief was that the current variant wound of the sky was in utter chaos. Its light had completely dispersed, and the power of dimensions was no longer so interweaving and distorting.
In this way, Kang Jinyuan and Kang Maosheng who possessed cultivations below the Seeing Divinity Realm were able to stay here for a long period of time and not be crushed by the energy of the region.
Similarly, Yan Zhaoge kept his paper fan and turned to the Northern Ocean Clone, trying his best to stabilize his figure so as to avoid being completely devoured by the bloodred vortex amidst space.
He knew very well about the sacrificial ritual he had created himself.
Those that fell into the blood colored vortex wouldn't be swept away by the chaotic flows of space, but would instead become sacrifices for the sacrificial ceremony. They would be sacrificed on the spot and would die without a doubt.
The three parties fell into a stalemate once again. Everyone was trying their best to stabilize themselves so that they wouldn't be swallowed by the scarlet vortex. They couldn't care less about each other.
As the creator of the sacrificial ritual, while Yan Zhaoge was also threatened by it, he was still able to deal with it easily for the time being.
Madame Kang and the Lord of the Radiant Light Sect's Illusory Light Hall, Tan Jin, possessed higher cultivation bases and were able to just barely hold on.
After all, the duration of the sacrificial ritual was limited. They believed that as long as they persisted for a period of time, they would be able to successfully escape.
While they were enemies, the two female experts of the fifth level of the Martial Saint realm were both feeling incomparably despondent at this moment, wishing that they could just kill Yan Zhaoge and be done with it.
If the two of them joined hands, it would be no small matter. Yet, they were completely unable to make a move at all as they had been trapped by Yan Zhaoge's mutated wound of the sky, being badly battered.
Coincidentally, both sides made up their minds that as soon as they escaped, they would first take care of Yan Zhaoge.
Otherwise, only the heavens knew what other strange methods Yan Zhaoge might display.
Even as Yan Zhaoge resisted the suction force of the scarlet vortex, he was also carefully analysing the changes in space before him.
Abnormalities had occurred with the wound of the sky, temporarily losing the ability to leave the World beyond Worlds and descend to the lower worlds as the pathway had been sealed.
The bloodred light resembled a barrier that obscured this entire region of space. Whether it was Madame Kang and her son, those of the Radiant Light Sect or himself, they were all temporarily confined here, none of them able to leave.
The layers of folded space resembled a bright, crystalline wall as they combined with the bloodred light, forming a bloodred crystal wall that resembled a solid.
Meanwhile, the changes in space outside the bloodred crystal wall gradually stabilised and made sense.
It was even more stable and calm than usual.
Two completely different worlds appeared within and without a streak of bloodred light.
The more stable spacetime was, the more beneficial it would be for him to search for the Floating Gate World. While he was unable to leave due to the bloodred crystal wall, it was not that he was completely powerless.
Yan Zhaoge wielded the Myriad Dragon Palace, stabilising his figure alongside the Northern Ocean Clone before taking out the jade pendant that he had obtained from Bai Ziming once more.
As his true essence was infused into the jade pendant, jade green smoke instantly emitted from it once more.
As the smoke came into contact with the bloodred crystal wall, it was not obstructed by it as it instead slowly permeated through the bloodred crystal wall formed of folded space.
After passing through the bloodred crystal wall, the jade green smoke drifted amidst space, spreading far into the distance as it gradually condensed into a single line which extended into the distance.
A portion of Yan Zhaoge's mind merged with the jade green smoke, seemingly drifting into space along with it.
There seemed to be some existence guiding the way for him amidst the unseen world.
After who knew how long, light gradually appeared amidst the jet-black space before him.
The jade green smoke that had originally been drifting aimlessly suddenly sank, seemingly having found a foothold as it merged within that light.
As the light faded, various scenes appeared before Yan Zhaoge. Mountains, rivers, lakes, and beautiful lands were all within his eyes.
"This is the Floating Gate World?" As Yan Zhaoge pondered, his mind was swept along with that jade green smoke as they speedily flew into the distance.
The scenes before him suddenly changed, pure white snow appearing.
"This old man hails from Great Snowy Mountain of the northern border of the Floating Gate World." Bai Ziming's words resounded by his ears once more. Looking at the scenery of the north, Yan Zhaoge knew that the target of this jade green smoke was Bai Ziming's sect in the Floating Gate World, Great Snowy Mountain.
It was just that he was not a guest Elder of Great Snowy Mountain.
As the jade green smoke rapidly traversed the horizon, Yan Zhaoge pondered as he saw the scenes before him change once more. A continuous mountain range appeared, enveloped beneath ice and snow.
Amidst the snowy mountains, an ice palace entered his sight. Yan Zhaoge's mind followed the jade green smoke as it descended towards the ice palace.
The jade green smoke that resembled formless jade green smoke activated the protective formation of the ice palace.
Streams of radiance intermingled, merging as one with the jade green smoke, not repelling it as it instead guided it through the majestic ice palace.
Yan Zhaoge's mind followed the smoke all the way to the back hall, where he saw that there was clearly a memorial tablet of a divinity enshrined within.
Looking carefully at that divinity statue, it was no different from Bai Ziming in appearance.
Before Yan Zhaoge could think carefully, the jade green smoke directly shot into the divinity statue.
The divinity statue shook, its eyes suddenly lighting up as the memorial tablet beneath it shone brightly as well.
Regaining his wits, Yan Zhaoge discovered that his field of view was clearly the same as that divinity statue, as though he was currently residing within it.
At the same time, numerous martial practitioners were gathered within the great hall before him, all of them being the higher echelon of Great Snowy Mountain. (To be continued.)
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