The Sacrificial Summoning

As blood-red lightning tore across the sky, it was accompanied by a downpour of blood rain. At the same time, gusts of yin wind began to blow, and the corpses of gods and demons receded into the distance.

The Primordial Battlefield Forbidden Zone was unfathomably mysterious. The sights witnessed were enough to inspire both awe and fear. They had already seen the Ninety-Nine Stone Steps and several colossal Heavenly Steles—would they encounter other sacred relics?

Just as unease began to settle in their hearts, the sky was torn open once more by lightning. An Oracle Bone Diagram flashed past, its surface covered in intricate, profound patterns, leaving a trail of white light across the heavens.

"The Oracle Bone Diagram!"

"So this is what the assembled Oracle Bone Diagram looks like... It is the sacred bone fragment from the Great Palace of the Chaotic Land!"

Xiao Chen finally confirmed that the Oracle Bone Diagram, which had been shattered into many pieces scattered across the Death World, was the treasured relic of the Chaotic Land from a bygone age. It was the matrix that had birthed the Divine Diagram. When these bone fragments were assembled, they closely resembled the intact sacred bone seen within that great palace.

"The master of the palace from that ancient era gathered the complete Oracle Bone Diagram and ventured into the deepest part of the Death World, where he once saw the future. If we could gather it completely, would we share such an opportunity? What kind of place is the true depth of this forbidden zone?"

Thinking about this, Xiao Chen and the others all showed expressions of shock. This Primordial Forbidden Zone was truly inscrutable, holding mysteries that defied imagination.

However, reaching this point, it was already becoming difficult for them to advance further, given their strength.

In the end, everyone except Xiao Chen entered Keke's Paradise Lost. Xiao Chen, with the Divine Diagram suspended above his head, the Ancient Scroll draped over his body, stepping upon a King-tier Divine City, with three Heavenly Steles and the Paradise Lost arrayed beside him, condensed the divine rhythm of the Great Dao and advanced in full battle array.

With so many supreme treasures at hand, if danger still remained, then this was a place of absolute peril, and retreat would be the only option.

"Wuwu..." The yin wind howled across the desolate battlefield of the dead. In the sky, blood rain fell in torrents, and the atmosphere was one of deep gloom and sorrow.

The deeper he went, the greater the pressure. Every step Xiao Chen took left a deep footprint on the ground. The path behind him was clearly marked with these impressions, and even the earth trembled from their weight, causing great cracks to spread into the distance.

A peak-level Ancestral God of the Ninth Heaven was so burdened in this forbidden zone; for an ordinary powerhouse, reaching such depths would be utterly impossible.

"Crack!"

The blood-red lightning in the sky finally began to strike him, falling relentlessly from above.

"Om, Ke, Ah, Hou, Mou, Duo, Zao, Dao..."

At this moment, Xiao Chen did not immediately deploy his various supreme treasures as a shield. Instead, he intoned the Eight Origin Sounds. Even in this perilous environment, he did not forget to temper his combat skills.

He had already cultivated these eight tones to great mastery, but he still needed to make another breakthrough. The pinnacle of the Ninth Heaven could no longer satisfy him, and this very moment presented the perfect opportunity.

Thunder roared, lightning flashed, blood light burst forth. The world was a vast expanse of blinding, piercing radiance. The deafening thunderclaps resounded alongside the Eight Origin Sounds as the blood-red lightning clashed with the power of the Origin, contesting endlessly.

Around Xiao Chen, blood light was everywhere. Countless bolts of lightning had already engulfed him.

He seemed to have put on a thick suit of blood-red armor, but this armor radiated light that connected to the very dome of the sky.

He accepted the baptism of ten thousand bolts of blood lightning. Only a Ninth Heaven powerhouse like Xiao Chen at this moment would dare to do such a thing. He intoned the Eight Origin Sounds again and again, refining the baleful thunder essence, absorbing the pure energy of heaven and earth, and tempering his physical body. Even if his realm did not break through, he could feel his Ancestral God flesh becoming ever more indestructible.

But this was an extremely dangerous endeavor, for the blood-red lightning of the Primordial Forbidden Zone was by no means comparable to ordinary bolts of lightning stretching ten thousand zhang. This was a destructive light that could harm even a powerhouse.

After advancing several hundred li, Xiao Chen's pace grew slower and slower. It was as if a colossal primeval beast lay sleeping ahead, its emanating aura making it difficult to approach.

Having penetrated this deeply into the region, flight was utterly impossible. He could only advance on foot, and the pressure grew heavier with each step. Every stride Xiao Chen took sank to his knees into the hard, cold earth.

It was as if he was burdened by a million mountains, bearing an unimaginably immense pressure. And this was not limited to his physical body—his divine sense felt the same, as if a great spiritual boulder was crushing down upon his heart.

Before long, Xiao Chen once again saw several Heavenly Steles crossing the sky. Although he knew these were most likely not real imprints, he was still affected, involuntarily unleashing the Four Killing Hands, the Big Dipper Sealing Divinity, and other Heavenly Stele Profound Arts to resist the ever-increasing pressure.

Finally, he even took out the genuine Heavenly Stele and held it in his arms, attempting to summon the colossal stele shadows that frequently traversed the sky.

"O Primordial Ancestor, O Great Prophet, hear your descendant's call and descend once more upon this world..."

It was at this moment that Xiao Chen suddenly heard such faint, indistinct prayers. His heart was shaken.

Within the forbidden zone of this Primordial Battlefield, why would such eerie, baleful sounds arise?

Although they were very faint, barely audible amidst the tremendous thunderclaps, Xiao Chen was certain they were no illusion. He had truly heard them.

Xiao Chen's light suddenly blazed forth. He activated his various treasures, and the pressure on his body greatly lessened. He began to walk toward the source of the sound.

"O Ancestor, who roamed the world with no equal, your descendant has come here by chance, discovering the indelible marks you left behind. With blood, we summon your return..."

Like a demonic incantation, that voice grew clearer and clearer. Its spiritual fluctuations pierced through the mysterious power blocking the forbidden zone, echoing through the dark and gloomy sky, such that even the thunder and lightning could not drown it out.

Xiao Chen advanced another fifty li and finally knew who it was. He could now clearly perceive everything.

"O Sacred Ancestor, who overlooks all the heavens and myriad worlds and stood undefeated through life, your most devout descendant offers up his soul, summoning your return..."

That demonic, incantation-like voice grew even more vast. The oath became increasingly solemn. A demonic power surged, causing dread in the hearts of all who heard it.

"The Peerless King of the Ages, Meng Degang." Xiao Chen stood in the distance. Blood rain fell around him, and he stood motionless like a demon god.

He had long since concealed all his aura, fixing his gaze on the gloomy sky thirty li away, where mysterious fluctuations occasionally surged forth.

When Sha Polang and the others learned from Xiao Chen that Meng Degang was ahead, they were all greatly alarmed.

However, they were not worried about being exposed, as the Paradise Lost controlled by Keke could isolate everything outside.

Meng Degang had also come here and was summoning an Otherworld Ancestor. Could it be a peerless figure who had fallen in the Primordial Battlefield eons ago?

If so, it would be extremely dangerous. They absolutely could not allow a supreme powerhouse who had participated in the Primordial War to be revived, or else it would be an unimaginable catastrophe.

Xiao Chen, like a ghost, advanced silently through the rainy night, utterly silent, allowing the blood-red lightning to dance around him. His eyes were filled with cold, stark killing intent.

Ten li from the Peerless King of the Ages, Meng Degang, Xiao Chen climbed a hill to gaze upon everything ahead.

He was not alone. The True Wood Female Sage, that woman claiming to be undefeated beneath the Ancestral Gods, was also there. Both supreme powerhouses knelt piously, constantly praying.

Before them lay a ruined ancient city, which amidst the thunder and lightning and the torrential blood rain, appeared extraordinarily sinister and terrifying. Countless phantoms of divine and demonic corpses continuously manifested, falling into the dilapidated ancient city.

Blood rain gathered into rivers on the ground, raging across that region. The two great powerhouses sat unmoving, surrounded by layers of shadow.

"O Sacred Ancestor, we have followed the indelible marks you left behind and found a Primordial Demon City, setting up this eternal summoning formation, awaiting your descent..." The voices of these two great powerhouses were truly enough to make one's hair stand on end.

"With our blood and soul power, we activate the formation and awaken your return..."

At this moment, the Peerless King of the Ages, Meng Degang, and the True Wood Female Sage slit their wrists. Stone-Men blood continuously spilled, flowing along the surface of the blood water toward that ruined ancient city, converging upon it.

It was at this moment! An ancient altar slowly rose within that battered and broken city. It was covered in densely packed script. Suddenly, a brilliant light blazed forth. The blood rushed from the ancient city toward it.

After being soaked by the Stone-Men blood, the densely packed characters on the altar became even more dazzlingly bright, as if they had come to life, all trembling.

"Ya-ya... Quickly stop them!" Keke transmitted a faint spiritual fluctuation to Xiao Chen from within Paradise Lost, offering a warning.

"No harm done. Let's wait and see." Xiao Chen responded like this, but he was also feeling uneasy. All this was so incredible. Could these two great powerhouses, by making such a grand show of force, truly resurrect this so-called Primordial Ancestor?

"Boom!"

The entire ancient demon city burst into flames. Beneath the dark sky, it was exceptionally dazzling and brilliant. Boundless great fire blazed fiercely. The blood rain continuously evaporated, emitting a pungent stench of blood.

The demonic city was burning. Its divine power all surged toward the altar suspended in the air, providing it with vast divine energy!

The altar grew more and more resplendent. The densely packed characters upon it all flew out, arranging themselves in a highly ordered pattern in all directions. Each one was crystalline and translucent, utterly mysterious. A demonic power shook the heavens!

"What do those writings say?" Keke asked with a childish, puzzled voice.

"I'm looking now." The greatest gain from Xiao Chen's two trips to the Celestial Realm was learning many ancient languages and scripts, originally to prepare for studying the profound arts on the Seventh Heavenly Stele. He hadn't expected to use them here as well.

These were the common divine script of the myriad worlds from a billion years ago. Even with all that Xiao Chen had learned, he still could not recognize all of it; he only understood a very small portion.

Xiao Chen drew in a sharp breath. The text on the altar mentioned a place, seemingly the world to which the Ancestral Dragon Skin Map pointed.

"How terrifying... That so-called Sacred Ancestor seems not to have died. He is sealed with some others in the world the dragon-skin map points to. After gaining something, they find themselves unable to find their way back."

Xiao Chen had only roughly understood this part of the information. There were more ancient divine characters behind, but he simply did not recognize them.

"This altar was sent back here by a supreme power."

Hearing these words from Xiao Chen, everyone in Paradise Lost looked at one another. The Ancestral Dragon Skin Map used the sacred relics of all the myriad worlds as guides, pointing toward an unknown, mysterious region.

Could it be that all this was not an empty fabrication, that such a place truly existed?

And what connection did this Primordial Forbidden Zone have with that place?

"We shall create history and rewrite the fate of all the myriad worlds!"

At this moment, the Peerless King of the Ages, Meng Degang, and the True Wood Female Sage were nearly ecstatic. They knelt on the ground, praying piously, offering up a portion of their soul power, which surged toward the altar suspended in the sky.

The burning Primordial Demon City! The two great powerhouses offering up their own soul power! All erupted with earth-shattering divine light. An immense blaze roared, and even the blood-red lightning and blood rain in the sky could no longer approach this place.

At this very moment, the radiant altar illuminated even the darkness of the Primordial Forbidden Zone. Above it, a faint, indistinct gateway appeared.

A majestic voice rang out: "A billion years... I have finally seen hope. A strand of my incarnation shall at long last descend into this world. Find the sacred relics of all the myriad worlds, and I shall fight my way back!"

"We welcome the descent of the Sacred Ancestor!" The Peerless King of the Ages, Meng Degang, and the True Wood Female Sage cried out in veneration.

"Where the hell did you come from? Go back to where you belong!" At that moment, a great shout interrupted everything ahead.

Xiao Chen had already cast out the true Heavenly Stele. It soared into the clouds, its pressure like a mountain, shaking the Primordial Forbidden Zone, and smashed toward the most crucial item ahead—the altar.