On the Mount of the Healing Soul, Ling Xian stood up. His eyes shot out electricity and his Qi exploded.
Since the ancestor had made his move, it was time for him to make his move.
Thus, he left the Painting of the Nine Immortals and returned to the grand hall.
The moment he appeared, he smelled the heavy scent of blood. It was everywhere and it was extremely dense.
At the same time, there was also an infinite amount of hatred and crying. Ling Xian's expression darkened and anger grew.
Whether it was blood or hatred, it was enough to prove how many living beings the ancestor had killed. Why wouldn't he be angry?
At the same time, he was on high alert.
It was obvious that the ancestor was gathering the blood he had accumulated over the years. In other words, that life was about to be born.
"I cannot revive you, but I will avenge you."
"The ancestor's hope, I will make him fail!"
Ling Xian's gaze turned determined and his words were like an oath.
Then, he tore apart space and arrived at where Mei Yan and the others were trapped.
They were like statues. Not only were they unable to break the seal, they couldn't even move.
This made Ling Xian sigh in relief.
The ancestor had made his move and no one could be alive in the grand hall. Seeing that they were fine, he naturally sighed in relief.
But in the next second, his expression darkened.
All because there were more than 10 dried corpses on the ground. All of their blood had been sucked dry.
"Latecomers …"
Ling Xian softly sighed. Flapping around his sleeve, he lifted everyone's seal.
Then, a series of words of gratitude arose.
"Thank you, Young Master. I had eyes but failed to recognize you. Please forgive me."
"If it weren't for you, all of our blood would've been sucked dry and we would've become dried corpses."
"I will never forget your kindness. If you have any orders, I will not refuse!"
Everyone chimed in. There was gratitude and fear.
Even though they were sealed, they still had their sight. Thus, they witnessed the bloody scene with their own eyes.
More than 70 powerful beings, many of whom were level-eight powerhouses, were sucked dry of their blood essence in an instant!
This scared everyone out of their wits. They finally understood why Ling Xian sealed them up.
In other words, the seal saved them. Or else their blood would've been sucked dry and they would've become dried corpses!
"No need to thank me."
Ling Xian glared at everyone, "As long as you don't blame me."
Everyone's faces burned with embarrassment when they heard this.
Remembering how they cursed at Ling Xian made them want to find a hole to hide in.
"Brother, you saved me again." Mei Yan Rou gave him a meaningful look.
"It's nothing much, don't take it to heart."
Ling Xian brandished his hand. Other than seriousness in his eyes, there was also some helplessness.
He was powerless to stop the Sacred Ancestor, so he could only wait for that life to come into being.
"Fellow Daoist, can you tell me what's going on?" Soft Mei frowned.
"Knowing too much won't do you any good."
Ling Xian softly sighed. Then, he closed his eyes and began to rest.
Seeing this, everyone hesitated. They didn't know if they should stay or leave.
"I won't stop you if you want to leave, but you'd better stay by my side."
Ling Xian spoke softly, making everyone decide to stay.
They knew very well that once that mysterious being attacked again, they wouldn't be able to resist at all. Only by staying by Ling Xian's side would they have a chance of survival.
"Soon, very soon."
Ling Xian mumbled. Then, he calmed himself down and waited patiently.
At the same time, he manipulated the Primitive Technique to elevate himself to his peak condition in order to prepare for the upcoming battle.
Time passed by silently.
The smell of blood intensified. It was as if they were inside a sea of blood, making it hard for them to breathe and their faces pale.
Half an hour later, an earth-shattering explosion shook the entire hall.
HOMMMM!
The palace shook and space crumbled. It was as if they had returned to when the world was created and the entire universe was being destroyed.
Everyone's eyes revealed their shock and their bodies shook.
Only Ling Xian was as steady as a rock and didn't move an inch.
He felt the faintly discernible and terrifying Qi. Coldness surged and heavenly energy exploded.
"An ant dares to stop me?"
A emotionless voice arose. Then, the Ancestor of Alchemy appeared.
However, he didn't have the demeanor of an immortal. Instead, he was wearing a black robe and was full of demonic energy.
This meant, right now, he was being controlled by the ancestor's soul.
"Ant … are you referring to me …"
Ling Xian straightened his back and stared at the ancestor with his eyes as sharp as swords.
"What do you think?"
The ancestor glared at Ling Xian, "Don't think that just because you control the array, you can stop me. You are merely a mantis trying to stop a chariot."
"How would I know if I don't try?"
Ling Xian spoke softly. His voice was as firm as a rock and he was fearless.
This made everyone admire him, but they also felt ashamed of him.
The power of the ancestor had made them quiver all over. They couldn't even straighten their backs, let alone look him in the eye.
Yet Ling Xian was fearless. Why wouldn't they feel ashamed at this level of courage?
"Do you know what the price of trying is?" The ancestor stared down at Ling Xian like a god.
"Death."
Ling Xian's expression was calm, "But, I am not afraid."
"You sure are not afraid."
The ancestor stared at Ling Xian, "You are relying on this array. When he is here, you can control everything. But when I am here, you can only use half of it."
Hearing this, Ling Xian's expression remained calm and unfazed.
He had realized a long time ago that he could only use half of the array. The other half was controlled by the ancestor.
To him, this was very disadvantageous. It was the same as losing an arm.
But he was not afraid. The key to destroying the ancestor's plan was not this array.
"It's been a long time since I've seen someone so calm."
The ancestor glared at Ling Xian, "You are not bad. Sadly, you are dumb enough to be my enemy."
"Perhaps."
Ling Xian's expression was emotionless, "What are you waiting for? Are you afraid? "
"Afraid?"
The ancestor smiled, "Back then, when the Ancestor of Alchemy brought the demon slayer, I was never afraid. Why would I be afraid of an ant of the seventh level?"
Hearing this, everyone was shocked and became even more fearful.
Why wouldn't they be afraid of someone who could fight against the Ancestor of Alchemy and the demon slayer?
"If you are not afraid, then why aren't you making a move?"
Ling Xian softly grinned, "I can't wait anymore. Breaking the second incarnation of a cultivator … just thinking about it makes me excited."
"Do you know who I am? You dare to talk to me like that? You are seeking death. "
The ancestor's gaze turned cold. He was an undefeatable cultivator, who dared to talk to him like that? Why wouldn't he be angry?
"I don't care who you are."
Ling Xian's eyes shot out electricity and his dominating statement echoed throughout the world.
"If you are a God, then I will slay a God. If you are Heaven, then I will go against Heaven!"
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone was overwhelmed with emotions and their blood was boiling!
"You are seeking death!"
The ancestor screamed and pressed down with his hand. As if the sky was collapsing, it destroyed everything in its path.
Instantly, everyone puked out blood. They were defenseless.
Ling Xian puked out blood as well. This was under the circumstance that he was using the array's power.
What could he do? Not only was the ancestor powerful, but he could also use half of the array's power. Ling Xian naturally couldn't defend against him.
However, he didn't plan on fighting.
His goal was the invisible body behind the ancestor.
"Thank you. Thank you for attacking me before the second incarnation was fully formed."
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