Chapter 398 - 140: Sully My Name and Bide My Time? I Will Be the Eternal Empress

Several blood-colored Spells flew out in all directions as a faint yet majestic aura surged into the ground, forming a web of continuous, vein-like patterns.

In an instant, the blood-colored mist in the area grew even thicker.

The men even felt their Cultivation Techniques stir within them as if awakened. It was as if they were in the presence of the Blood Immortal Ancestor, inspiring awe and an urge to prostrate themselves in worship.

"So it’s Senior Brother Ye Ming..."

The man in the black robe clearly held an unusual standing among the group.

After witnessing such methods and hearing the name, he immediately broke into a smile. He cupped his hands and said, "I didn’t expect Senior Brother Ye Ming to be here. The Elders ordered us to construct this altar. If you wish to use it, Senior Brother, then please, be our guest. We will stand by and act as your Guardians."

Upon hearing the name "Ye Ming," the expressions of everyone present changed slightly. Clearly, they all recognized it.

After all, the incident in the Purple Mist Mountain Range had caused a massive uproar throughout the Celestial Central Province, and the disciples of the various Immortal Sect Lineages despised the name with a passion.

Countless young Celestial Prides had been trapped and slaughtered by him in Purple Mist True Monarch’s Secret Realm... His vicious reputation was legendary.

And now, Ye Ming had appeared here without a sound...

"Sensible enough."

The slender figure shrouded in the blood-colored mist glanced at the man in the black robe. He then waved his hand, and a crystal-clear Blood-Colored Treasure Pearl, wreathed in a crimson radiance like water vapor, hovered before the man.

"A Blood Puppet Treasure Pearl..." The man in the black robe clearly recognized its value. His eyes lit up at the sight, and he accepted the Blood-Colored Treasure Pearl with great excitement.

The others couldn’t help but look on with envy and amazement.

"The Holy Sect has paid a great price for this plan. We must succeed; failure is not an option. In a moment, I will coordinate with the Elders to seize the National Treasure of Great Xia..."

"If we succeed, you will all be richly rewarded. If we fail, then for the sake of our shared loyalty to the Holy Sect, I will personally erase the relevant memories from your minds."

"You are not to tell anyone I was ever here."

In a flash, the blood-colored figure appeared in the center of the altar and sat down cross-legged. His gaze was cold and detached. After issuing a few more commands, he seemed to enter a meditative trance.

One by one, blood-colored Runes came to life, weaving and circling around his body like a terrifying, blood-red cocoon. With every breath he took, a dense, bloody light seemed to pulse outward.

The expressions of the man in the black robe and the others changed slightly before turning solemn. They transformed into streaks of divine light, taking up positions around the altar to diligently act as Guardians.

Meanwhile, deep within the Qianyuan Cave Realm, streams of blood-colored essence were being drawn by some unseen force, surging toward a single region.

A hazy, blood-colored radiance lay dormant within the earth’s veins. As the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi converged, the streams of blood essence rapidly gathered toward it, like a hundred rivers flowing to the sea.

’This altar is a crucial hub in the Ten Thousand Transformations Blood Array set up by the Blood Immortal Sect. The Ten Thousand Transformations Blood Array is one of the top ten Absolute Killing Arrays in the Blood Immortal Sect’s entire legacy.’

’Even the Elder who laid this array probably doesn’t know that by controlling one of its hubs and reversing the way the Grand Array absorbs energy from the earth’s veins, you can turn it into a feedback formation, similar to a Spirit Gathering Array...’

’This prepared Essence Blood is just enough to raise my Ten Thousand Spirits Blood Puppet to the next level.’

Jiang Lan reined in his thoughts, pushing aside all other concerns. This was the perfect chance to fleece the Blood Immortal Sect again and pin the blame on Ye Ming.

After being so grievously wounded by him, it would take Ye Ming at least three or four days to recover. That was more than enough time for Jiang Lan to get a lot done.

The real show would begin once Xiao Teng awakened.

As Jiang Lan immersed his consciousness into the Ten Thousand Transformations Blood Array...

Deep within the Imperial Palace, inside Changsheng Hall, the battle was incredibly fierce. Runes flashed, and powerful, terrifying auras surged like tidal waves. The surrounding palace halls trembled, and a monstrous, blood-red light filled the sky. The scene was apocalyptic, with bodies flying through the air and littering the ground.

Emperor Xia’s clone seemed like the Emperor incarnate, shrouded in endless Dragon Energy and radiating a brilliant divine light. Her every move commanded the indescribable power of the world itself.

Surrounding her were three mysterious masters, attacking in unison. Each one’s power far surpassed that of an ordinary Seventh Realm expert; they were on the verge of stepping into the Eighth Realm.

One of them brandished a pair of Ancient Swords, one long and one short, that radiated a chilling evil aura, as if they had slaughtered all life under heaven. Their blades were a translucent blood-red, like they were forged from Blood Jade, and both were wreathed in an endless crimson light.

With every slash, phantoms of endless skeletons and a rain of blood would fly forth. Amidst the carnage, one could almost see gods and buddhas being executed, and the bodies of falling Immortals covering the land.

A mere wisp of its Evil Qi was enough to annihilate an ordinary Sixth Realm cultivator.

Emperor Xia, too, wielded a Divine Sword. It shone a brilliant yellow, like the sun at noon, casting a magnificent radiance. As its Sword Qi surged, visions from an ancient era appeared: an Emperor offering sacrifices to the heavens, the common people kowtowing in worship, and endless demons being beheaded.

This was the Xia Yu Sword, also known as the Xuanyuan Sword. It had been forged by the founding emperor of Great Xia. The forging of its Sword Embryo alone consumed tens of millions of *jun* of Shoushan Copper, making it a true Emperor’s sword.

In the Emperor’s hands, the Xia Yu Sword erupted with boundless might. If not for the dense web of Array Patterns throughout the Imperial Palace, a single beam of its light could have easily sundered rivers and mountains in the outside world.