The Living Sacrifice

The heavens trembled, the starry river shook, the sun and moon dimmed—this world was collapsing.

The Heavenly Steles enlarged, bearing down like two colossal tombstones toward the lone remaining head of the Otherworld Ancestral God, Leng Xingyi.

“Heaven and earth split, the starry river pours down!” Leng Xingyi was shocked in his perilous situation and roared instantly.

The sky of the Curse World quaked, starlight blazing. In the distant heavens, endless stars condensed into a vast, roiling river that surged forward with overwhelming force.

A mysterious and terrifying curse art!

Leng Xingyi refined stars into a divine river, cascading down toward the abyss to counter the two ever-expanding Heavenly Steles.

This was a horrifying collision. The starry river blazed with billions of divine beams, attempting to engulf and shatter the two steles.

At the same time, the Steles trembled, their aura as vast as the sea. The two steles grew like ancient demon mountains, piercing the sky as they rose to meet the divine river.

The heavens were unbearably bright, eyes unable to open, the sound deafening. Yet at the very center where the starry river and the colossal steles collided, all sound ceased—chaotic light and black holes coexisted there, the aura of annihilation spreading.

“Boom!”

Finally, one tremendous explosion. The starry river in the sky was obliterated. The two steles swept across ten directions, and the surging divine river of condensed stars instantly turned to dust.

Xiao Chen’s eyes blazed with divine light. He gave a slight shake, and his indestructible, mighty body—radiant with specks of light—shattered heaven and earth in an instant, appearing before Leng Xingyi’s head.

He reached out and grabbed it, his hard palm, crystalline and nearly translucent, might crush worlds. With a ‘bang,’ he crushed the Ancestral God-level head.

As the head shattered, blood light inundated the sky, divine power surged like an ocean, and a torrential rain of blood fell across the entire Curse World.

Deep in the distant primordial mountains, many people witnessed this terrifying scene. Xiao Chen had crushed the head of an Otherworld Ancestral God with one hand—it was too shocking. Many could not help but cry out.

Above the abyss, Xiao Chen did not relax. The divine light in his eyes blazed even fiercer, like two balls of divine fire. Two sharp beams shot out thousands of zhang, sweeping across all ten directions.

Because he knew that Leng Xingyi had not truly been destroyed. The battle was far from over!

Now, the Curse World was dark and gloomy, with a fierce wind and a bloody rain pouring down. The sky was soon covered with a world of blood-red.

Xiao Chen stood bathed in the blood rain. His large hands slowly swept across the sky, then he gave a mighty shake, gathering all the blood rain toward his palms.

At that moment, a hazy world appeared between his fingers—a world of its own, capable of containing all things.

An icy voice echoed in the dark, blood-red sky: “Making me bleed means that countless living beings will die forever. The blood of an Ancestral God cannot be borne by ants. This whole world will be destroyed!”

Indeed, Leng Xingyi had not died. An Ancestral God was undying through the ages—very difficult to kill!

“Bang!”

Xiao Chen did not speak. He gave a light leap, pierced through heaven and earth, and appeared in the sky, grasping toward a brilliant red light.

His hands, filled with magic power, silently enveloped heaven and earth. The blood light struggled, but it was futile.

A wisp of blue smoke rose between Xiao Chen’s fingers. The divine power within his terrifying flesh instantly refined the blood light away.

“The entire Curse World is raining blood. Every drop in this world is my incarnation. Tens of thousands of Ancestral God aspects scattered across heaven and earth—how will you kill me?” Leng Xingyi’s voice grew even colder, like an emotionless ice man.

In the midst of the endless blood rain, Ancestral God afterimage after afterimage emerged—all of them Leng Xingyi’s figures, filling the sky, each one coldly staring at Xiao Chen.

This terrifying sight made one’s scalp tingle. After all, this was a powerful Otherworld Ancestral God. His afterimages covered the entire world. How could one fight such a foe?

In an instant, all Leng Xingyi’s figures reached out and tore through the sky. All kinds of mysterious curse arts came surging toward Xiao Chen like a tidal wave.

“No matter how many curse techniques you use, my body is imperishable and undying.” Xiao Chen stood calmly, unmoved, standing in the sky, his divine body hazy, exuding a faint light.

Endless curse arts and divine laws completely drowned his surroundings.

But his flesh was too powerful—an indestructible shell. At this moment, Xiao Chen displayed an unimaginable strength: he propped up the heaven and earth, standing apart from the world, no longer belonging to this sky.

Yes, the endless curse arts and divine laws could not touch his divine body. Even if some very powerful curse forces broke through, they were instantly shattered into nothing by the divine light flowing over his flesh shell.

His terrifying divine body shocked even Leng Xingyi. It was simply the bane of curse arts—a physique so solid and absurdly powerful, propping up the great world while standing outside it. This was truly horrifying.

“Bang!”

Xiao Chen took a step, walking through the countless curse techniques, and in an instant arrived before a mass of divine radiance.

Moving through the endless curse techniques of an Ancestral God as if strolling through a garden—this monstrous physique shocked all cultivators watching this battle.

A Heavenly Mark appeared between Xiao Chen’s fingers. He pressed forward. In the dark, blood-red sky, the mass of divine radiance composed of many Ancestral God afterimages instantly collapsed.

The blood rain poured down in sheets. Heaven and earth were a vast crimson ocean.

“Leng Xingyi, today I will kill you!”

Xiao Chen stood firm in the sky, letting the blood rain drench him. His gaze gradually turned icy.

“Killing me is impossible. But that the Curse World must lose countless living beings is already decided.” Leng Xingyi’s cruel voice echoed across the long sky. “My blood will flow through the Curse World. Mountain ranges will collapse, plains will sink. All living creatures will turn to white bones.”

Such was the terrifying power of an Ancestral God. Even though his divine blood had been diluted, as long as he willed it, he could use his blood scattered across the Curse World to shatter mountains and destroy all life.

“Shiiing!”

All the falling blood rain suddenly trembled. Countless drops of blood turned into blood swords, shooting toward Xiao Chen.

This was a terrifying forbidden curse art, passed down from ancient times, filled with demonic power. It devoured the life force of the entire Curse World, endlessly empowering this taboo technique.

“Blood Light Refines the God!” Leng Xingyi cried out coldly.

Now all the blood drops transformed into blood swords, becoming blazing blood light, like a raging inferno, trapping Xiao Chen in the center.

This was an attempt to burn Xiao Chen alive, to refine him completely.

Xiao Chen’s hands tore open the sky. Two Heavenly Marks appeared in his palms, beginning to extinguish the blood-colored purgatory.

At that moment, a cold laugh echoed through the Curse World.

“Death-Hymn of Soul-Snatching—Soul-Depriving Record, Seize!” Leng Xingyi had used countless forbidden techniques only to conceal his true purpose. He did not believe Xiao Chen could lock his primordial spirit. He had exhausted all manner of deceptive means.

At this moment, he transformed into a thousand avatars, closing in, unleashing the highest primordial spirit destruction technique—trying to destroy Xiao Chen from within. If the primordial spirit perished, then no matter how powerful the flesh shell before him, it was just a walking corpse.

A death knell suddenly appeared in the sky, tolling with a vast sound that shook heaven and earth.

The Soul-Snatching Song was demonic and heaven-defying. At this moment, the terrifying deathly sounds completely drowned Xiao Chen. One could clearly see death patterns rippling around him.

Even Xiao Chen’s powerful body dimmed for an instant, the specks of light on his metallic divine body fading.

“Summon the primordial spirit—nine splits, nine fissures—deprive!” Leng Xingyi’s voice was icy-cold, like an icicle piercing one’s spine, making one shiver with dread.

Xiao Chen’s primordial spirit within his skull constantly trembled, as if at any moment it would break through his cranium and depart.

“Dong…”

The death knell rang out, all its sound focused on Xiao Chen alone. Other areas were unaffected. Yet even so, dozens of nearby mountains turned to ash, and the few cultivators who had not retreated had their primordial spirits instantly snatched away, reduced to powder.

The death knell was Leng Xingyi’s primordial spirit incarnate—using his primordial spirit to capture the enemy’s. Its power was so great it was nearly demonic.

“Ten thousand laws cannot touch me; evil spirits retreat. My body is immortal, undying through the ages!” Xiao Chen’s hair flew wildly. At this moment, his momentum climbed sharply, pressing down like a great mountain. His flesh blazed with divine radiance. He burst through the layers of magical patterns from the death knell, directly shattered heaven and earth, and arrived before the death knell. With his Ancestral God-body, he struck out the Hand of the Supreme Being.

“Dong!”

The death knell resounded, then instantly cracked, and with a ‘boom’ it shattered.

A cold snort came. In that instant, eight death knells suddenly appeared around Xiao Chen, surrounding him.

The shattered death knell had been only part of his primordial spirit—it was just bait. Now, killing intent was fully revealed. Eight death knells appeared, forcibly trying to snatch away Xiao Chen’s primordial spirit.

“Dong dong dong!”

Xiao Chen felt a sharp pain in his head, unbearable. His primordial spirit uncontrollably battered against his skull, trying to shatter the cranium and burst out.

Two Heavenly Marks quickly appeared between his fingers. Xiao Chen shook the eight death knells with all his might. At the same time, the incomplete divine diagram slowly rotated, hazy and indistinct, pressing toward the death knells.

Although he knew that the Heavenly Marks and the divine diagram were unmatched in power, Leng Xingyi still did not immediately flee. He wanted to endure severe injury and still capture Xiao Chen’s primordial spirit, annihilating his soul.

Because he was already very close to that step!

But in the end, he underestimated the terror of Xiao Chen’s flesh. Even the heaven-defying evil art that specialized in attacking the primordial spirit had not succeeded.

Moreover, the two Heavenly Marks transformed into Heavenly Steles, and the divine diagram appeared—all exuding a world-suppressing power that shook heaven and earth. In the moment they manifested, they shattered several of the death knells.

Fearfully, Leng Xingyi fled. His shattered primordial spirit painfully reassembled. He had been grievously wounded.

In his heart, alongside fear, was immense rage. This ant before him was clearly not an Ancestral God, yet possessed such terrifying offensive means—it made him feel extremely frustrated.

“Fine, you leave me no choice. Today I will make a sacrifice of you to heaven!” Amid the pouring blood rain came Leng Xingyi’s cold, emotionless voice.

With a rumble, dark clouds rolled across the sky; the firmament split open.

In the distant, dark sky, the entire blood rain caught fire. The sky of the Curse World seemed ablaze with blazing divine fire.

“Sacrifice to Heaven!”

Leng Xingyi spoke only two words, but they shook heaven and earth.

His physical body transformed into a blood light that diffused across the Curse World sky, blazing fiercely. He sought to ignite the Curse World itself, using the power of the world to sacrifice Xiao Chen to heaven.

This was an ancient and terrifying secret art, extremely dangerous. Even those who knew it rarely dared to use it, because it could easily cripple the user.

But the power of this ancient curse art was truly immense. Even an ordinary Ancestral God caught in it would likely fall.

At this moment, Xiao Chen’s spirit shook, his flesh ached. He sensed an extremely dangerous aura.

Using oneself to activate the full power of a great world, sacrificing the opponent to heaven and refining them into nothing—that was truly heaven-defying. Leng Xingyi had unleashed his strongest forbidden curse!

In the dark sky, the blazing blood light was dazzlingly bright, like countless giant lightning bolts weaving together, forming a crimson tide.

The burning blood light connected with the vast power of the Curse World, trapping Xiao Chen as the sacrifice to heaven began.

Xiao Chen used the incomplete divine diagram to shield his back, the two Heavenly Marks formed into Heavenly Steles to block in front, while simultaneously shaking and destroying the endless blood-colored divine power to resist this heaven-defying curse.

“It’s useless. Even if you have heaven-defying treasures, your divine power will eventually run dry—then you will be sacrificed to heaven!”

Even as he said this, Leng Xingyi was not relaxed. This ancient curse truly harmed the enemy eight hundred while losing one thousand of one’s own. He was burning his own vital essence.

The blazing blood light blazed across heaven and earth, clashing with the two demon-mountain-like Heavenly Steles, sending up colossal beams of light that pierced the sky.

The sacrifice-to-heaven curse was truly terrifying. All kinds of ancient voices now cut through the distant depths of time, carrying the great power of various worlds to simultaneously suppress and refine Xiao Chen.

The two Heavenly Steles and the divine diagram trembled together, exploding like nine-day thunder. Wild divine power poured down from the heavens, filled with a terrifying force that shattered millions of blood lights and made the entire Curse World tremble—yet could not destroy the root of the spell.

But Xiao Chen was not panicked. At this moment, his heart was extraordinarily calm. He recalled the heaven-defying essence of the Martial Ancestor’s Taboo Chapter—the Holy Sacrifice.

That text mentioned a special condition. If it could be met, one could perform a Holy Sacrifice on a living Ancestral God: a special sacrifice—the Living Sacrifice.

The conditions before him were absolutely perfect—as if prepared specifically for a Living Sacrifice.

Leng Xingyi was using himself as the medium, channeling all the power of the Curse World to try to sacrifice Xiao Chen to heaven. The prerequisite was that he first burned part of his own divine power and flesh. That was the perfect start to a Living Sacrifice: a voluntary offering!

Could the special case of the Holy Sacrifice—the Living Sacrifice—have been designed precisely to counter this ancient, heaven-defying curse technique? Xiao Chen had this thought.

But now was no time for wild speculation. He directly began the heaven-defying act: to perform a Living Sacrifice on an Ancestral God!

For this special case, his primordial spirit had to leave his body, because the other party was already offering themselves in sacrifice.

Xiao Chen merged with the two Heavenly Marks, borrowing their vast power to initiate the Living Sacrifice.

At the same time, the incomplete divine diagram slowly rotated, sending the mysterious power of the Living Sacrifice vibrating outward.

Soon, the powerful Otherworld Ancestral God Leng Xingyi sensed something was wrong, and then suddenly cried out.

“Ahhh…”

He discovered that the target of the sacrifice-to-heaven seemed to have been mistaken—he himself was being sacrificed alive!

“How is that possible?!”

“Nothing is impossible!” Xiao Chen replied coldly.

The endless blood light burned. The purest divine power gathered toward Xiao Chen.

Leng Xingyi roared in terror. He felt himself losing control. A mysterious power in the heavens and earth fused with him and ignited.

A Living Sacrifice of an Ancestral God!

Ancient heavenly tones, songs of the apocalypse, vibrated through the ages, carried down from the distant past, making all hearts tremble with fear.

A heaven-defying feat was taking place.