Chapter 956 - 345: A Bountiful Harvest, Sacrifice, Manifestation of the True Dragon (Ten-Thousand-Word Combined - )_6

Chapter 956: Chapter 345: A Bountiful Harvest, Sacrifice, Manifestation of the True Dragon (Ten-Thousand-Word Combined Chapter)_6

Watching the Resentful Spirits rushing over, he didn’t dare to be negligent at all, his hands quickly formed seals while muttering incantations.

Boom!

A huge earthen-yellow shield appeared in front of the two.

The Resentful Spirits collided with the shield, making crackling noises, with ripples emerging on the shield, but fortunately temporarily blocking a wave of attacks:

"You beast, die!"

Tianyang Han relaxed slightly seeing this; although these Resentful Spirits weren’t low in tier, they seemed mindless with extremely simplistic attacks. Hurriedly, he summoned a long sword emitting blue light, and as the blade swung, it unleashed sharp Sword Qi, dispersing the approaching Resentful Spirits.

Seizing the opportunity.

The Second Elder Celestial Yang Ming quickly scanned the surroundings:

"Third Brother, this place isn’t suitable to stay for long, the power of these Resentful Spirits is too bizarre, we must find a way to break through!"

Tianyang Han responded while desperately fending off the Resentful Spirits: "Second Brother, but the surroundings are sealed, there’s simply no way out!"

The same scene.

Unfolding in various corners of the Ancient Battlefield.

However.

This place is so vast they couldn’t see each other’s figures at all.

....

Meanwhile.

On the western side of Dragon Transformation Mountain.

Accompanied by a thunderous noise, a hundred-foot high altar is seen slowly rising.

The Chief Celestial Yin, with a sullen expression, sits at the top end of the altar.

On various positions of the stone steps below the altar, over twenty Great Cultivators of the Purple Mansion from Celestial Yin Tribe sit, donned in black garments, emanating a fierce aura with a trace of determination and fanaticism in their eyes.

Chief Celestial Yin looks up at the sky.

Seeing the last vestige of dusk in the west vanish.

With a wave of the sleeve.

Snap, an ancient Token floats before him, engraved with obscure blood-colored runes, with faint sounds of dragon roars:

"The hour has come, let’s begin."

"Yes!"

With one command.

The twenty-plus Great Cultivators of the Purple Mansion below respond collectively, forming seals with their hands, muttering incantations:

"Blood spills on the earth, souls wail; bones shatter, tendons snap, spirits burn... All vengeful spirits gather, Blood Evil power rises to the skies. I open this path with flesh and blood, Blood Dragon Essence Soul, come quickly."

With the fall of the curse!

Boom!

Waves of black Spiritual Power erupt from their bodies, extending along the stone steps, converging on the altar.

Buzz!

The runes on the altar glow increasingly luminous, emitting a piercing blood-red light. Shadows of countless grievance-filled spirits appear faintly, emitting chilling screams, seemingly forcibly awakened from the ground, filled with agony and resentment.

Chief Celestial Yin spots the perfect timing.

A Daoist Technique strikes the ancient Token in hand.

The Token shudders slightly before being precisely inserted into the central groove of the altar.

Boom!

The Token perfectly aligns with the groove, instantly unleashing a powerful force. This force, with the altar as its center, spreads outward, enveloping the entire western side of Dragon Transformation Mountain in an eerie bloody light.

"Using blood as a guide, using spirit as a sacrifice, Blood Evil Sacrifice Array activated!"

Chief Celestial Yin presses the Curse Seal forcefully onto the altar.

With the fall of the curse.

Rumble!

A dull rumbling sound comes from underground, as if some colossal existence is awakening. The ground shakes violently, and cracks spread from the altar in all directions. From the cracks, black mist continuously emerges, laced with a pungent scent of blood.

In the Ancient Battlefield, the Second Elder of the Celestial Yang Tribe, Celestial Yang Ming, and Tianyang Han’s faces change dramatically as the surrounding Resentful Spirits vanish in an instant:

"This...."

Tianyang Han, however, feels no joy, looking towards the western side of Dragon Transformation Mountain, a terrified expression spreading across his face:

"Second Brother, what is that? How can there be such a powerful force fluctuation?"

Celestial Yang Ming senses a breath of death rapidly approaching him, decisively: "Third Brother, I will use Celestial Yang Secret Skill to send you away, hurry!"

"Second Brother, no!"

Once the Celestial Yang Forbidden Secret Technique is activated, the one who performs it sacrifices their Life, leaving no chance of survival. But Celestial Yang Ming doesn’t wait for Tianyang Han to stop him, immediately casting the spell, reciting incantations. Bang! His blood mist explodes, forming a Teleportation Vortex in the air:

"Go quickly!"

Celestial Yang Ming shouts.

Tianyang Han, eyes filled with hot tears:

"Second Brother!"

Grinding his teeth, he immediately shakes his body and enters the vortex; the moment the vortex closes.

Boom!

A powerful suction force is transmitted from the west.

This suction force, like a black hole, pulls everything around towards it.

"Third Brother, you must survive!"

Just as the thought lingers, with a boom, Celestial Yang Ming is instantly pulled into the altar by the force.

Meanwhile.

The remaining Purple Mansion Cultivators on the battlefield utilize Body Technique, attempting to flee far from the west.

But the suction force is overwhelmingly strong, even Great Cultivators of the Purple Mansion couldn’t escape, and in an instant, they are all dragged into the altar.

As more Purple Mansion Cultivators are sacrificed, the power of the Blood Evil Sacrifice Array grows stronger. The underground rumbling intensifies.

Rumble!

Rocks fly.

"Roar!"

Accompanied by a roar.

A gigantic Blood Dragon Essence Soul bursts out from underground in Dragon Transformation Mountain.

The Blood Dragon Essence Soul is wrapped in dense blood mist, within which mysterious runes flicker. It opens its massive dragon mouth, letting out a deafening roar, causing the entire Dragon Transformation Mountain to tremble.

Chief Celestial Yin sees this, a gleam of excitement flashes in his eyes. From his hand, he retrieves an Artifact — a golden alms bowl. The golden alms bowl emits gentle golden light, its surface engraved with various mysterious runes.

"Capture!" Chief Celestial Yin raises the golden alms bowl, chanting a Spell, attempting to capture the Blood Dragon Essence Soul within the bowl.

The Blood Dragon Essence Soul feels the threat of the golden alms bowl; it furiously writhes its body, spewing a surging blood column towards the alms bowl.

Boom!

The blood column impacts the alms bowl, producing a dull sound, dimming the golden light instantly.

Chief Celestial Yin’s expression changes; he intensifies Spiritual Power output, attempting to stabilize the golden alms bowl. However, the power of the Blood Dragon Essence Soul is beyond his imagination. The Blood Dragon Essence Soul swings its tail fiercely, directly impacting the twenty-plus Purple Mansion above the altar.

Bang bang bang!

The twenty-plus Great Cultivators of the Purple Mansion, usually commanding wind and rain outside.

This moment, instantly blasted away, spewing large mouthfuls of blood in the air, severely injured:

"You beast, how dare you act recklessly!"

Chief Celestial Yin infuses rolling Mana into the golden alms bowl, the light on the alms bowl brightens, suppressing the Blood Dragon Essence Soul weakens its momentum.

"Capture for me!"

Chief Celestial Yin rejoices, urging the golden alms bowl again, veins throbbing on his forehead.

"Roar!"

The Blood Dragon Essence Soul won’t succumb easily.

It sways its tail powerfully, preferring to break rather than submit, heavily colliding with the golden alms bowl. The bowl is sent flying, its tail blown off by the alms bowl’s explosion.

Without the restraint of the golden alms bowl, the Blood Dragon Essence Soul swiftly turns its head, glaring viciously at Chief Celestial Yin. Its dragon mouth opens, swallowing the ten-odd severely injured Purple Mansion Cultivators below from Celestial Yin Tribe, its body flashes with blood light, darting into the Void, vanishing instantly:

"No!!!"