Living Sacrifice of an Ancestral God!

Within the Curse World, blood rain and a bloody gale swept the heavens. The blood-red light of an Ancestral God's life essence blazing in sacrifice stained the entire world crimson.

Two Heavenly Marks stood beside him, silent as tombstones, while the Divine Diagram hovered in a hazy rotation around him. Still and moving, they alternately merged with him and separated from him.

"Ah!"

Amid the blazing blood-light that filled the sky, the Otherworld Ancestral God Leng Xingyi roared unceasingly. He suffered unimaginable agony—the pain of being sacrificed alive by another was beyond description.

The forbidden heretical techniques left by the Martial Ancestor shook the ages, revealing their extraordinary profundity as they vivisected an Ancestral God in a living sacrifice.

The agonized roar of a peak-level Ancestral God shook the Curse World, sending chills through all who heard it. A being at the apex of the pyramid, wailing in torment—it was utterly horrifying.

"Return to the origin! Spirit and soul, seize!"

Leng Xingyi was utterly unwilling. At this life-or-death moment, he roared out an inverse taboo incantation, hoping to counterattack and severely wound Xiao Chen before he perished.

A mighty Ancestral God's primordial spirit condensed into a death knell as vast as a mountain, floating in the blood rain as it slowly began to vibrate.

"Dong..."

As the dreaded sound emerged, mountains and rivers shook, stars trembled, and a terrifying force gathered, instantly enveloping the divine source in the sky. But the hazy Divine Diagram trembled lightly, and the death knell's sound-wave ripples that rushed forward shattered and vanished in an instant.

Meanwhile, the two Heavenly Marks transformed into stone tablets that smashed toward the mountain-sized death knell.

"Dong!"

The death knell boomed. Its body cracked, and with a crash, it split apart in the sky. Leng Xingyi's anguished roar shook the entire Curse World as his primordial spirit shattered amid the blood-light of the living sacrifice.

"I will not die..."

Leng Xingyi howled, but he was helpless. His flesh and soul were imprisoned, vivisected by this world in a living sacrifice.

Crack, crack...

In the sky, within the divine source, Xiao Chen's old skin cracked and slowly peeled away, revealing snow-white, jade-like new flesh beneath. In just half a quarter-hour, his flesh and blood had been reborn once, growing even more powerful.

His nearly translucent physique shimmered with divine radiance, blooming with dazzling light. A terrifying aura spread as Xiao Chen's war body was further elevated.

Such was the immense power gained from sacrificing an Ancestral God. If he could comprehend the universe's origin and the myriad world's divine laws, he would be a strongman even among Ancestral Gods—for the divine power contained within his flesh had reached an appalling level.

The living sacrifice continued. The divine source in the sky grew ever brighter.

Again, a light shell formed on Xiao Chen's body surface, while within, even more vigorous flesh and blood took shape. The old shell on the surface was as hard as a divine shield.

"I will not die..." The Otherworld Ancestral God Leng Xingyi's voice grew weaker and weaker.

He was falling. Divine blood flowed, spilling into every corner of the world.

Above, the sky was filled with burning blood-light; below, torrents of blood rain poured down, staining the earth of the Curse World red.

And high in the sky, Xiao Chen, wrapped in the old shell, radiated flowing light. His newborn power grew ever mightier.

To vivisect an Otherworld Ancestral God alive was a heaven-defying feat that shocked every cultivator in the Curse World to the core.

Only one Ancestral God—Leng Xingyi—had been suppressing this world. The other Otherworld Ancestral Gods, separated by the world barrier, could not perceive what was happening here. But at that moment, in the Eternal Unknown, a Supreme Ancestral God abruptly opened his eyes, shooting out two piercing beams of light.

Leng Xingyi was his descendant. Through some blood connection, he already sensed that Leng Xingyi was fading away.

"Boom!"

An ancient pagoda of thirty-three stories suddenly materialized, tearing through space in an instant and appearing in the sky of the Curse World.

Ten thousand divine rays shone forth. The pagoda was as vast as a mountain and continued to expand. Each level could suppress a world. The thirty-three-tiered divine pagoda's might covered the heavens, blotting out most of the Curse World's sky.

"Supreme Ancestral God, save me..."

Leng Xingyi, at the end of his strength, cried out as if grasping at a lifeline.

An Ancestral God was not so easily killed. Even if Xiao Chen completely sacrificed him, a wisp of his primordial spirit might remain, hard to extinguish.

At the same time, in a mysterious region of the Curse World—the ten-thousand-man pit—a colossal beam of black light suddenly burst forth. With a rumble, it struck the thirty-three-tier pagoda, shaking it several times, then rolled violently, swallowing the sky-filling blood-light into the pit.

At that moment, Xiao Chen fell into the abyss beneath the Heavenly Steles.

In the Eternal Unknown, that Supreme Ancestral God's eyes shot out two blazing divine beams, directly piercing the world barrier to gaze upon the Curse World.

He did not see Xiao Chen. He only saw the ten-thousand-man pit sweep away Leng Xingyi's blood and soul. Even someone as mighty as he frowned.

"The Curse World's forbidden formations truly are extraordinary..."

One could imagine how indifferent he was—a descendant of his falling, yet he felt no grief and made no rash move.

With a flash, his two beams vanished. The Supreme Ancestral God in the Eternal Unknown was once again still, like a fossilized statue from ages past.

The abyss in the Curse World had already closed. Below, the Heavenly Steles trembled lightly, sealing everything within, just barely avoiding the sweep of the Supreme Ancestral God's gaze.

Crack! The old shell on Xiao Chen's body cracked. The newborn flesh that emerged was no longer snow-white jade but had returned to a bronze hue—a return to simplicity. The solidity of his physical shell was now such that few among Ancestral Gods could match it, and the divine power within his body was as vast as an ocean!

"Once upon a time, there was a turtle. This turtle raised a person..."

Deep in the abyss, the old stone turtle was telling a story to Keke.

Seeing this, Xiao Chen was quite speechless.

The little snow-white beast's big eyes sparkled. It listened very quietly off to the side, and when the old turtle stopped, it asked in a childish voice like a good baby: "And then?"

"And then that person died, and the turtle died too. The end." The old turtle spoke unhurriedly.

"Old liar!" Keke, who had been like a good baby, immediately glared with round eyes, huffing angrily. "You're lying!" Without caring about anything, the little thing charged over and stomped wildly on the old turtle's shell.

"Alright, you should leave now. When you have collected all the Heavenly Marks, come back here. When the seven steles unite, there will be a surprise." Having said this, the old stone turtle lifted a claw, and the abyss above opened. Then it, along with the Heavenly Steles and the Dead Lake, vanished from here, as if sinking into deeper layers of the earth.

The Curse World was not destroyed. All the blood vanished completely.

Even without the black light from the ten-thousand-man pit, Xiao Chen could have fully sacrificed Leng Xingyi.

After a long time, Wu Ming, Totti, and the others appeared one after another. The Curse World became a base camp for these fugitives, as everyone hid among the mountains and secret lands.

The tall and imposing Bo Shi carried the two-year-old little bald head on his shoulders. The little one's big eyes sparkled with cleverness, and he pressed his hands together in a passable imitation of a monk's greeting toward Xiao Chen. "Master, you're really amazing! O-Me-Too-Fo! From today on, you're my master!"

Xiao Chen laughed, patted the little bald head, then looked at Bo Shi and Miaochi. "It is time to find him a master. But I have no time to teach him now." Then he turned to Wu Ming, Totti, and the others. "Quickly spread the word and gather everyone. I want to send you all to a completely new world, so you don't remain here under the constant threat of the Otherworld powerhouses."

"Good!" Hearing this, Totti's face lit up with joy.

"Boom!"

Just then, the void suddenly shattered. A massive Ancestral Lord War Ship appeared above the primeval mountain range of the Curse World. Several hazy figures stood silently upon it.

They were Yan Huang, the old Ancestral Dragon, and several other Ancestral Gods of the Nine Provinces!

Xiao Chen was greatly startled. The several Ancestral Gods had vanished into the Death World more than thirty years ago. He had not expected them to appear in the Curse World today aboard the Ancestral Lord War Ship.

"Greetings, Ancestral Gods!" Even though Xiao Chen was now very powerful, he still treated these figures with utmost respect. All the surrounding cultivators showed astonished expressions. Having their own Ancestral Gods filled them with great excitement.

"Rise. Come quickly with us back to the Death World!" Yan Huang's authoritative voice rang out.

Xiao Chen paused. The Ancestral Gods had come specifically for him, asking him to return to the Death World. This was truly strange—clearly, matters were far from ordinary.

Without any hesitation, he swiftly boarded the Ancestral Lord War Ship with Keke. Together with the Ancestral Gods, they vanished from the Curse World in an instant.

"That is..." When they returned to the Death World and saw the scene before him, Xiao Chen was utterly shocked.