Perfect World

Chapter 575: Chapter 575: Blood Sacrifice to Heaven and Earth
 

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In the higher realms, within an ancient hall where the wall’s plaster had cracked and peeled.

“I already seem to see the blood-stained cosmos, countless life forms withering away.” One person spoke, their voice calm as they were shrouded in the chaotic mist.

“The twilight of the Heavenly Kingdom, the eulogy of life, a path built with blood and bones, the blood moon hanging high in the sky, will open a rift in the void.” Another, on a meditation cushion enshrouded in mist, was dim and eerily enchanting.

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In the Lower Realm, Three Lives Mountain.

Shi Hao had been in seclusion for two months. This day, he sensed something, his mind restless, awakening him from his Enlightenment State.

“It’s been peaceful for a long time, could something happen?” he murmured to himself, standing up and looking around—at the lush green mountains brimming with vitality.

He left the mountains and arrived at a small town, sitting in a tavern, suddenly longing to return to Stone Village. An inexplicable nostalgia for those people surged, and he yearned to see his parents immediately.

“What’s gotten into me, suddenly missing my family, longing to see them?” Shi Hao talked to himself, already feeling reluctant to leave the Lower Realm.

A group of children frolicked playfully; the older ones ran up and down the alley, while the younger stumbled after them, with the youngest eventually falling and bursting into tears, wiping his eyes.

Momentarily, several older children ran over to lift him up. The little one, with teardrops on his lashes, cried and laughed until he was overjoyed.

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Shi Hao was touched, their pure laughter and happy tears transporting him back to his carefree childhood, running around thoughtlessly all day.

“Truly a joyful time.” He stood up.

Half an hour later, Shi Hao was followed by a troop of children, chattering noisily as they walked together through the streets.

“Big brother, I want to eat candied gourds.”

On Shi Hao’s left shoulder sat a little girl, around two or three years old, stretching out her hand towards the candied gourd stall in front, subtly swallowing her saliva.

“I want one too!” On his right shoulder sat another small boy, who had only recently learned to walk and had previously been drying his tears after a fall. He too swallowed his saliva, reaching out.

“Boss, give each child a skewer of candied gourds,” Shi Hao said cheerfully.

“Sure thing!” The vendor beamed.

The children immediately cheered, swarming forward and surrounding the candied gourd stall, eagerly stretching out their little hands with faces full of longing.

Eventually, everyone was satisfied and beaming with happiness, clustered around Shi Hao as they walked on.

Shi Hao reflected, wondering if he had missed something. A child’s heart is the simplest and easiest to satisfy, carefree, while he himself was set on reaching the higher realms, tangled in a whirlpool, always struggling to cross over.

“This is my path, yet these children too will eventually grow up.” He looked at the passersby on both sides of the street, bustling for their livelihoods, and in a dozen years, these children would join their ranks.

Comparatively, he pursued the path and sought transcendence, with a much higher starting point; he should be content, smiling every day.

“I shall smile and be joyful, even if I leave my family and enter the higher realms; I must keep myself in such spirits.” Shi Hao laughed heartily, flashing his bright teeth and declared, “Those bastards, if they’re determined to mess with me, I’ll eat them all up!”

“Wow, it smells so good, Earth Dragon meat buns, said to contain strong vitality. Such ferocious beasts are very powerful, and I’ve never had the chance to eat them before.”

As they passed by a large bun shop, a slightly older child’s Adam’s apple bobbed, murmuring softly with an old sleeve hiding his shy state.

Hearing him, the other children also peered forward, their little dirty faces bright-eyed, secretly swallowing saliva.

“If you want to eat, I’ll treat you all, eat to your heart’s content,” Shi Hao smiled.

“Really? That’s great!” The children erupted in cheers, extremely excited and delighted. Even the two little ones on his shoulders became restless, almost scrambling down to jump around on the ground.

In the end, Shi Hao led them, eating and walking along the way, satisfying the bunch of little ones with a variety of street food. When it came time to part, the children reluctantly held on to his sleeves, not wanting to let go.

“Goodbye!”

Shi Hao left. After exiting the town, he flashed and disappeared, returning to Three Lives Mountain. He introspected that despite his increased cultivation, he felt no desire to hold himself aloof from worldly cares; on the contrary, he relished this feeling.

“I am a person with flesh and blood; I don’t understand why those so-called deities look down upon the people from high above. In that case, why come down at all; just be your god,” he pondered.

In the Flood Region, within a marshland.

Mists wafted, heavy with yin energy, and mud crocodiles lurked, waiting for their prey.

Ahead, a ritual altar stood eerie and somber, black as obsidian, shimmering, etched with many Divine Demon characters, as if it could pierce through the nine hells.

Several figures descended upon the altar, silent as they each stood at a corner, carefully inspecting, checking if there were any flaws in the characters of the altar.

Finally, a figure in a gray robe spoke up, his voice hoarse, “Let’s begin.”

As he spoke, they all flew away from the altar, standing in the distance, chanting spells; the altar suddenly lit up, black light piercing the heavens, daunting myriad spirits.

In just an instant, the crocodiles in the marsh went into a frenzy, fleeing desperately, but it was futile. They burst open almost immediately, their blood and souls turning into red light and drifting towards the altar.

“Blood sacrifice the cosmos, the twilight of the deities, opening the path to eternity, the coming of the Heavenly Kingdom.” Someone whispered, like a magician’s spell, making the trees shiver and leaves fall in disarray.

Boom!

A person in gray shook their robes, and there—countless people wailed as they poured down from the skies, densely falling like raindrops onto the black altar.

This was a catastrophe, akin to a human purgatory.

Some people landed on the altar while others exploded in midair, turning into a blood rain, emanating strands of red light flying into the Divine Demon characters on the altar.

In this moment, the altar seemed to transform into a world of its own, unable to be filled regardless of how many people fell from the sky, all being absorbed. The blood flowed, staining the foundation stone, soaking through the patterns.

One character after another lit up, each one wriggling like a serpent, turning into lightning, accompanied by bloodlight, soul energy, and the wails of countless people.

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This was a human tragedy!

Millions of lives and their blood were offered as a sacrifice to the Devil Altar, solely to connect with the higher realms and summon the supreme deities, opening a pathway.

“Boom!”

Another person acted, opening the Blood Gourd in their hand; countless creatures fell out, some exploded in the void, some died upon the altar, a most ghastly sight.

Elsewhere, several others also made their move at the same time, displaying their Divine Skills, throwing the captured creatures onto the altar, where souls burst forth, and countless vibrant lives withered.

At the altar, the blood was brilliant red, as powerful soul energy and life essence converged, making it even more bizarre, as if it could suck away one’s soul.

“I don’t want to die, what’s happening, why am I here?” a Cultivator screamed, but it was futile, they still plummeted, their bones shattered and tendons snapped.

If captured Cultivators were in such a state, let alone ordinary people.

“Mother, where are you, what’s happening, we…” some children cried out, but as they fell through the air, the cold wind entered their mouths, and soon they could no longer speak.

“Heavens above, open your eyes, how could this be allowed, evil demons rampant, ravaging the world…” an elderly man with white hair wailed.

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Nothing could change the outcome; countless people were thrown into the altar, turned into blood essence, their soul energy collected—it was a tragedy too harrowing to witness.

“Blood—sacrifice!”

Eventually, all the cries and wails were drowned out by these two callous words, as Venerable Ones in the heavens orchestrated the ritual to its apogee, to the final stage.

Atop the altar, soul energy surged with the glow of blood and black mist, eerie and terrifying, momentarily after it had connected with the higher realms, ready to open up a portal.

In the higher realms, within a mysterious temple.

“I have heard the call, the blood sacrifice has begun, let us join forces, open the passage, and allow the beings who have ignited divine flames in the Lower Realm to search for those various fortunes,” a dreamlike figure sitting cross-legged spoke, starting to form hand seals.

Beside them, someone waved a sleeve.

A huge skeleton appeared, standing in the ancient temple, with the void around it blurring, bending, and scattering apart, revealing various passages automatically.

This was a Void Beast, its strength once rivaled supreme behemoths, fallen in the Netherworld, and now became just a skeleton, well-preserved, capable of breaking through worlds.

“This is a treasured artifact of my Netherworld’s sect, even searching the entire higher realms, you’d struggle to find a few Void Beasts like this one, let’s begin,” the Netherlord spoke, his voice chilling, his figure immense, seated on a cushion.

“It’s not enough, please sacrifice the Void Beast Skin so we can truly open a path, helping us fight against the heavenly will, allowing my disciples and followers to stay in the Lower Realm forever, not just temporarily,” someone said.

A moment of silence ensued, and the ruler of the Netherworld raised a hand, a massive Beast Skin flying out and landing on the skeleton, covering it.

“Let them be on their way!” someone announced.

Instantly, over a dozen beings appeared from various races, all having ignited divine flames, immensely powerful in the mundane world, invincible!

“We cannot choose any stronger, or else we’ll be annihilated when fighting the heavenly will, leaving no hope for success.”

These individuals all flew into a Copper Furnace to be protected by it, a treasured artifact of the sect, one which ordinary Divine Spirits could not refine, possess, or even have ever seen.

“Void Melting Furnace!” someone murmured softly, a gesture of immense expenditure.

The furnace shrunk to the size of a fist, then disappeared into the skull of the Void Beast and vanished.

“Blood sacrifice to heaven and earth!”

“Fight against the heavenly will!”

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These voices echoed in the temple, and then all present formed hand seals, joining forces to open a passage, connected with the altar in the Lower Realm.

The place was immediately filled with howling winds, chaotic mist swirling, and the palace itself twisted and blurred.

Meanwhile, in the heavens, an eerie lightning appeared, transforming into a Heavenly Blade that cleaved towards the temple, and with a loud crash, split it open, sending debris flying.

It is known that this place was protected by a Peerless Great Formation, yet it was still cleaved open, the temple damaged.

“Fight against the heavenly will, join forces, or if we’re backlashed, the consequences will be dire!”

Crack!

That was Chaotic Lightning, a phenomenon that only emerged at the creation of the world, seldom seen under normal circumstances, yet now it filled the skies, pouring down.

These Sect Hierarchs glowed brightly, each becoming a vessel for the Tao, bursting with Immeasurable light, characters filling the void, everywhere!

Hiss!

In the heavens above, the light of primal chaos engulfed the area, even more vast than before, faintly revealing some terrifying shadows forming.

Boom!

Finally, after one more massive collision, many groaned.

A crack opened, the passage was established, and the Void Beast dove down, heading for the Lower Realm in an instant.

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