Chapter 519
The Huàn Mó Sect may not be very serious, but it’s not foolish either; there are quite a few little geniuses among them.
Li Mo’s Tianming Divine Eye had never been closed.
He had seen many recent encounters of the sect members, but those ordinary followers were merely there to snatch women, never managing to catch anything substantial.
Suddenly, he spotted the figure of the Blood Refining Hall Master in the crowd.
**[Name: Lu Ziqing]**
**[Age: 86]**
**[Root Bone: Blood Omen Body]**
**[Realm: Eighth Layer of Law Body]**
**[Tianming: Purple with Gray]**
**[Evaluation: The Blood Refining Hall Master of the Huàn Mó Sect, on the surface a revered master of the Qingmu Society’s alchemy, he is indeed a genius in alchemy, having produced many potions with extraordinary effects, though their side effects are hard to describe, including the dispersal of divine power. There are also potions that can keep one eternally youthful, but turn their flesh into stone, transforming them into living stone sculptures; and potions that can enhance male vitality, but will turn men into feminine figures... ]**
**[Recent Encounter: Awakened the remnant body of the Blood God within the Jiangshan Sheji Map, assisting the Blood God in awakening in the Tianren City, using it as a fulcrum to pry open the Jiangshan Sheji Map and break free!]**
“Not good!”
A flash of lightning crossed Li Mo’s mind.
In the Blood Refining Hall’s stronghold, that arm parasitizing the Yin-Yang Hall... the Armament Conference, the rampant dispersal of divine power... the Hundred Flowers Festival, where the Qingmu Society spent a fortune to compete, only to have him show up unexpectedly...
Was it all to awaken the Blood God?
Was the remnant body of the Blood God sealed within the Jiangshan Sheji Map?
Just as everyone thought that the Huàn Mó Sect’s farcical ambitions were about to be extinguished without any surprises...
Surprise struck.
In the crowd, a figure hidden among the martial artists suddenly began to sing an ancient, deep melody. The people around her were suddenly engulfed in dark patterns, bursting into a shower of blood light.
Qu Songyun’s chest split open, and a withered, dark red arm reached out, its blood-colored sheen swirling as it extended a palm toward the Jiangshan Sheji Map.
This palm was simple to the extreme, yet dark enough to ripple through the void, breaking free from the constraints of the Jiangshan Sheji Map.
It contained a terrifying vitality, but just a glance at it gave the unsettling illusion that one’s own vitality no longer belonged to them.
“Evil and heretical!”
Qian Gong let out a cold snort. The other side was already a threat to the emperor, who was currently activating the Jiangshan Sheji Map; he couldn’t afford to hesitate any longer.
He reached out into the void, and lightning crackled to life, coiling in his palm to form a spear of divine punishment.
The electric light tore through the air, obliterating everything in its path.
The palm did not evade, nor did it retaliate, even as horrific wounds appeared upon it.
It surged toward its original target—the entrance to Tianren City!
Crack—
Veins bulged on the arm, its size swelling, and in an instant, compared to the gaping portal of Tianren City, it was no longer insignificant!
“Damn it!” Qian Gong abruptly halted the lightning spear.
He couldn’t attack his own Jiangshan Sheji Map.
“Where are the royal family members? Why haven’t they arrived yet? Is the emperor really going to have to take action himself?” another master of the Xuan realm shouted, but received no response.
Crack crack—
Tianren City attempted to close, but the power of the Blood God’s remnant body was beyond comprehension.
Having been sealed for so long, it had already grasped certain rules of this ‘cage.’
It was like a person locked in a prison, becoming the head of the cell; although they couldn’t swagger out, they could still use the rules of the cage to get things done, like asking the guards for an extra chicken leg or delaying the locking of their cell by a few minutes...
Boom—
Another arm reached out from Tianren City, exuding boundless blood energy.
It grabbed those members of the Huàn Mó Sect who had been secretly gathering.
No, it didn’t immediately refine them.
Instead, it aimed to pull them all into Tianren City before it closed!
It wanted to bring its people into Tianren City to aid its escape!
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**Chapter 587: Agreement**
In the imperial capital, with people flooding in from all over, the population had swelled to over ten million, all gazing anxiously at the Jiangshan Sheji Map, unable to find peace.
This artifact, which protected the imperial capital and represented the destiny of the Dayu Dynasty, had been pried open at one corner by two colossal hands, and people had been dragged inside.
The destiny artifact was the foundation of the nation and a symbol of the dynasty’s authority.
But no one had expected that the Huàn Mó Sect could ‘leave a hand’ in this matter.
In an instant, the hearts of the people in the imperial capital were in turmoil.
It was understandable that the emperor hadn’t acted personally.
But what about the royal family’s eighth realm?
In a nation that commanded the heavens and earth, the Dayu Dynasty, was there really no eighth realm?
Just as this absurd thought began to fester in people’s minds, a cold snort echoed from within the imperial city.
The voice reverberated through the heavens and earth, indistinguishable in gender or age, like the sound of rivers crashing against the shore, a natural resonance from the earth itself.
A small yellow flag materialized in the void.
Its vast and imposing presence illuminated the sky, the depth of its pressure making even those at the sixth realm feel faint, their spirits dimming, the world around them freezing, and their divine powers dissipating.
Another seventh realm had made a move?
No, this was not merely a seventh realm, but a genuine eighth realm, a being of divine might.
From the small flag came the sound of dragon roars, hundreds and thousands of them, as the national fortune from the Jiangshan Sheji Map coalesced into dragon scales, forming a dragon shape in an instant.
This dragon was of an unknown length, with five claws, dragon horns, and whiskers, yet its face bore no eyes.
The dragon shot through the air, heading straight for the Jiangshan Sheji Map.
The dragon’s shadow pierced the sky, illuminating the heavens.
A blood droplet emerged from the portal of Tianren City.
Blood mist obscured the sky, with layers of blood shadows, the crimson light seemingly igniting the Jiangshan Sheji Map, staining this destiny artifact with a bewitching strangeness.
In the next moment.
The dragon plunged into the sea of blood, the waves it stirred reaching heights of tens of thousands of meters, as the two forces clashed, engulfing everything above the imperial capital.
Strange light coalesced and shattered, a power beyond the comprehension of ordinary people clashing against each other.
The world within the Jiangshan Sheji Map transformed into a kaleidoscope of colors, beautiful yet terrifying.
“Second Imperial Ancestor...”
The civil and military officials present knelt to the ground, and those commoners and martial artists who were not protected by the seventh realm also followed suit.
Li Mo nearly buckled at the knees.
Fortunately, Bing Tuozi held onto him, her cool, soft hand inexplicably igniting a sense of defiance within him.
The unremarkable stick in his small world emitted a thunderous sound, its imposing aura gradually straightening his back.
“This is the eighth realm, a transcendent being...”
Li Mo couldn’t help but feel his throat dry.
They were even fighting within the Jiangshan Sheji Map, with only a few stray energies leaking out.
If they truly fought above the imperial capital, even though this was the imperial capital, those ordinary people without the protection of seventh realm masters would likely find it hard to survive.
“Bing Tuozi, have you ever seen an eighth realm battle?”
Li Mo had just managed to straighten up.
Ying Bing, however, remained unfazed, her calm demeanor making it seem as if she were not standing on the ground; though she looked up, her clear, cold gaze felt like it was looking down from above.
“Not in this lifetime.”
“Then why...”
“Jiang Wen is at the bottom of the eighth realm; his power doesn’t rely solely on himself.”
Ying Bing’s tone was gentle, but her words made Li Mo lean back slightly.
How did she know that?
It sounded as if she had fought him before...
“Hmph, isn’t it just borrowing the power of national fortune?”
Shang Wu wrinkled her nose, displeased, and rolled up her sleeves, seemingly still in a fighting stance.
“Master, let’s give them a break today.”
“Alright, for the sake of my precious disciple, we’ll let them off this time. Next time, we’ll take back what’s ours from the Dayu.”
Shang Wu brazenly took advantage of the situation, her ambitions spilling out.
“Who do you think will win in the end?” Li Mo asked.
Ying Bing furrowed her brows slightly, pondering:
“It's a tie; if the Jiangshan Sheji Map fully favors Jiang Wen, then his chances of victory are ten out of ten; it’s just a matter of time.”
The destiny artifact is enough to tip the scales of victory in the eighth realm...
Li Mo gained a new understanding of the destiny artifact, but then he thought of something that didn’t quite add up:
“The Jiangshan Sheji Map has been controlled by the Dayu royal family for so many years, and the awakened Blood God is merely a prisoner sealed within; there’s no reason for it to wield the power of the destiny artifact, right?”
“But it seems to be... intimately familiar with this divine object, as if it had participated in its creation...”
Ying Bing expressed her feelings.
Li Mo found it quite mysterious as well.
But the little genius Li had a somewhat unreliable guess: he might not understand those grand principles or the destiny artifact, but he could explain it using experiences from his past life.
The Jiangshan Sheji Map was like a program, and the Blood God, having been suppressed within for many years, had gradually become a virus within this program.
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