chsdbacks Chapter 132 Blood Sacrifice
Chapter 132 Blood Sacrifice
The entire Wangjia Village was shaken once again!
But this time, it wasn't the dull tremors from the ground; it was something far more eerie and terrifying—the space itself was shaking!
Centered on the ancestral hall, a blinding, viscous, blood-red light shot into the sky!
That red light wasn't flame, nor energy; it was more like... liquid. Like countless buckets of blood being splashed into the sky, it instantly dyed the entire night sky red! The collapsed ink painting-like afterimage in the sky was soaked in the red light, turning into an eerie dark red, like a grotesque, resentful ghost painting drawn with blood.
And those red lights, as if they were alive, began to flow, spread, and converge.
They surged out from the depths of the ancestral hall, flowed along the village road, climbed the walls, and soaked the ground, like countless scarlet blood vessels, growing and spreading wildly on the "body" of Wangjia Village.
Finally, all the red light, all the "vessels," converged in the same direction—
Wang Ai.
"Ughh ...
Wang Ai let out an extremely shrill scream, a sound that no human could make, like the howling of countless wronged souls, like the wailing of evil spirits in hell!
His body swelled and twisted like an inflating balloon! Countless blood-red runes appeared on his skin, writhing and crawling like living creatures, spreading from his chest to his limbs, then to his neck, cheeks, and even the top of his head! His hair turned white, dried, and fell out at a visible speed, like autumn leaves. His skin quickly withered and wrinkled, like the bark of a thousand-year-old tree, covered in cracks from which dark red blood seeped. His eyes sunken deep into their sockets, the pupils turning pure blood red, without pupils or whites, only two burning flames of blood.
He is burning.
He burned his life essence, his lifespan, his soul, and everything that could burn, forcibly breaking the final seal buried deep beneath the ancestral hall by the Divine Array—a seal that even successive patriarchs had forbidden to use.
Then, control of the formation... is transferred to oneself.
Using his body as the core of the formation, his blood as the sacrifice, and his soul as fuel, he detonated the earth vein power and resentment power accumulated over hundreds of years in the entire Wangjia Village, dragging that gray-haired youth... to perish together.
"Grandpa!" Wang Feng's expression finally changed. It was no longer the gentle, calm expression he had shown. Instead, for the first time, he revealed anxiety, worry, and even... a trace of fear.
He tried to step forward to stop them, but as soon as he took a step, he was pushed away by an invisible, sticky, and malicious force! The force was like an invisible giant hand, pushing him away violently, and he staggered back several steps before regaining his footing.
"Don't come any closer!" Wang Ai roared, his voice no longer human, but like the howl of some monster. Yet, within that roar, one could still hear a trace of "Grandpa's" final tenderness: "Remember! Live on with the Wang family!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he slammed his hands together!
Their fingers interlocked, forming an ancient and eerie hand seal!
"Blood Sacrifice—Return of All Souls to Their Origin!"
"Buzz—!!!"
A red light flashed, and it exploded.
It wasn't an explosion, it spread. Like ripples on water, it spread instantly from Wang Ai to the entire village, enveloping everyone.
Those Wang family members lying on the ground wailing, those clan elders desperately trying to stop Nie Lingfeng, those women and children trembling in the houses, those who had died but whose bodies were not yet cold... all of them were enveloped in red light.
Then, something strange happened.
Those who were still alive felt the "qi" within their bodies surge out uncontrollably, like a floodgate being opened, turning into thin red streams that flowed from their mouths, noses, pores, and even wounds, converging towards Wang Ai...
"No... my power... is draining away..."
"Grandpa! No! I'm your grand-nephew!"
"Help...help me...I don't want to die..."
Screams, wails, and pleas for mercy filled the air, even more desolate and desperate than during the battle.
But Wang Ai paid no heed. He just stared intently at Nie Lingfeng, at the gray-haired youth who was still fighting madly under the red light, his eyes filled with nothing but a crazy, pure, and destructive killing intent.
"Nie Lingfeng...let's die together!"
"Not good!" Nie Lingfeng's expression changed drastically. He finally understood what Wang Ai was planning to do.
This old bastard has gone mad! He wants to use the power, life force, and even the souls of everyone in Wangjia Village to activate the final form of the Divine Array, dragging him down with him... to perish together!
No, it's not just him, it's everyone in the entire Wangjia Village!
This was a blood sacrifice! A frenzied blood sacrifice, with the entire Wangjia Village as the offering!
"We must stop him!"
Nie Lingfeng gritted his teeth, no longer entangled with those elders. He unleashed his Three-Part Returning Qi to its fullest extent, punching away one elder who was blocking his way and kicking away another, forcibly carving a bloody path and rushing towards Wang Ai!
But it's too late.
The red light had reached its peak.
Wang Ai's body, like a humanoid, scarlet sun, emitted a blinding light and terrifying energy fluctuations. The space around him distorted and collapsed, emitting a hissing sound like shattering glass. Centered on him, the ground cracked open with bottomless fissures, from which gushed a dark red, viscous liquid, like blood or magma.
He raised his head, looked at Nie Lingfeng rushing towards him, and grinned, revealing a ferocious, crazed smile.
In that smile, there was hatred, relief, pleasure, and... a deep sadness.
"Nie Lingfeng... come with me... to hell!"
He spread his arms, about to detonate the terrifying energy within him, enough to flatten an entire mountain—
"grandfather."
A calm voice rang out.
The sound wasn't loud, but it clearly pierced through the hum of the red light and the roar of energy, reaching Wang Ai's ears.
Wang Feng had somehow already walked up to Wang Ai's side.
His footsteps were light, like a cat's, without making a sound. His expression was calm, so calm it was almost... eerie. The fleeting anxiety and fear from just moments before had vanished, replaced by a deep, indifferent gaze, as if he were looking at something completely unrelated to himself.
He reached out his right hand and gently, steadily, placed it on Wang Ai's shoulder.
The moment he touched her, Wang Feng could feel the violent, explosive, terrifying energy within Wang Ai's body, and the boundless resentment and destructive desire contained within that energy.
But he did not back down.
"That's enough," he said, his voice soft but clear, as if stating a fact. "The rest... is up to me."
Wang Ai's body stiffened.
The mad, bloodthirsty glint in his eyes faltered slightly, followed by a flicker of bewilderment, confusion, and disbelief.
But then, the bewilderment turned into relief, the confusion into joy, and the disbelief into... complete peace of mind.
He smiled.
The smile was faint, bitter, but... reassuring.
It felt like a heavy burden had finally been lifted, like the final mission had been completed, like I could finally... rest.
"Okay..." he said, his voice so weak it was almost a whisper, "It's up to you now..."
"The Wang family... I'm begging you..."
As soon as he finished speaking, the bloodlust in his eyes quickly dimmed and went out, like a candle that had burned out. His swollen and twisted body, like a deflated balloon, rapidly shriveled and withered, his skin turning grayish-black, like charred tree bark. Finally... he became a skeletal, curled-up, desiccated corpse on the ground.
"thump."
The mummified corpse fell to the ground with a slight thud.
died.
Wang Ai, the current head of the Wang family, one of the Ten Elders, and who had been in charge of the Wang family for sixty years, has died.
At the moment of his death, all the red light and all the energy seemed to have found a new master, surging wildly towards... Wang Feng.
Wang Feng closed his eyes and opened his arms, like a devout believer welcoming the blessings of the gods.
No, it's not a gift.
It's a curse.
It was Wang Ai who paid the price of his life and the entire Wangjia Village for... this power.
A crimson, viscous power, filled with resentment and destructive desire, engulfed him like a tidal wave. His body, like a dried-up sponge, frantically absorbed that vast, chaotic energy, containing the pain and despair of countless people.
On his skin, dense, crimson runes appeared, just like Wang Ai's, but more complex, more mysterious, and more like some ancient, forbidden totem. These runes moved, merged, and changed across his body, finally settling down like a scarlet suit of armor, branded onto his skin.
His aura surged at an alarming rate.
From its initial gentle and clear state, like a mountain stream, it quickly becomes violent and chaotic, like a raging flood; then it becomes deep and heavy, like ancient ice; finally... it becomes strange and unpredictable, like a bottomless abyss.
A few seconds later.
The red light faded.
All the energy, all the resentment, and all the blood-red runes were absorbed, digested, and made into Wang Feng's own.
He slowly opened his eyes.
His eyes were filled with blood red.
It wasn't the frenzied crimson of Wang Ai's blood; it was a deeper, more restrained, dark red, like congealed blood. Deep within his pupils, faint, intricate runes seemed to flow, writhing like living things.
He slowly turned his head and looked at Nie Lingfeng.
A strange, blood-tinged smile, yet still maintaining a gentle exterior, curled at the corners of his lips.
"Nie Lingfeng, right?"
He spoke, his voice still gentle and clear, yet it sent chills down one's spine.
"Now……"
He took a step forward.
The footsteps landed silently.
But the entire Wangjia Village seemed to tremble slightly with this step.
"It's my turn."