Chapter 119: Blood Sacrifice!

  "Xing Hao, Qing Yuan, and Dan Qu are here too," Yang Tian muttered, his gaze settling on a mountain peak where three figures stood. A smile spread across his face.

  "That little girl probably won't make it, huh?" After scanning the area and not spotting Yun'er, Yang Tian nodded to himself. The inheritance of the Array Sect falling into the hands of the Thundercloud Sect had drawn a lot of attention.

  Rumors had it that several mysterious experts had visited the Thundercloud Sect, prompting the sect to activate its protective killing array, which ended up killing one of the intruders.

  This act of deterrence had its intended effect. Many forces that had been eyeing the sect backed off, realizing the immense power of a super sect. With a heavenly artifact and a killing array capable of injuring even the most powerful experts, the Thundercloud Sect was not to be trifled with.

  But the Thundercloud Sect wasn't done. An ancient powerhouse who had been in seclusion for countless years emerged, wielding a peak-tier Dao artifact. He paid a visit to the Huang Family in Martial City without a word, nearly killing the family's patriarch.

  The super sects operated with overwhelming force, and many major families grew even more wary of them. These sects practically ruled the Eastern Continent, and no one dared to provoke them.

  With the Thundercloud Sect in a foul mood, even the Huanglong Valley dared not cross them.

  "The cave is about to open. Do you think Yang Tian will show up?" Dan Qu's gaze was fixed on the spatial corridor, which was now trembling violently.

  Xing Hao clicked his tongue and said softly, "I hope he doesn't. This place is too dangerous, and too many people are after him."

  "Maybe he's already here," Qing Yuan suddenly interjected, a hint of amusement in his eyes.

  "How do you know?" Xing Hao gave Qing Yuan a skeptical look. He found it hard to believe. The place was like a trap, and Yang Tian's life wouldn't be worth much here.

  "Well, the Yin-Yang Joyous Sect and the Li Family have always coexisted peacefully, even maintaining a good relationship. But recently, they inexplicably started fighting. Huang Li and Li Hongtao have been killing each other's disciples. Don't forget, the Qian Yuan Cauldron, a semi-finished Dao artifact, is something very few juniors possess..." Qing Yuan clenched his fist and smiled.

  "That... seems a bit far-fetched," Dan Qu widened his eyes, his face filled with disbelief. According to Qing Yuan's analysis, Yang Tian was not only here but had also stirred up trouble.

  "Then wouldn't Yang Tian have exposed himself?" Xing Hao muttered, clicking his tongue.

  "Honestly, I just want to know if the rumors about the Holy Maiden and Gu Mo are true. If they are..." Qing Yuan smirked mischievously.

  "Hahaha..." The group burst into laughter, drawing curious glances from those around them.

  Meanwhile, Yang Tian's gaze shifted to another mountain peak, where a handsome young man in his early twenties stood. He exuded a sharp, intimidating aura that kept others at a distance.

  "Li Xuan, debts will be repaid sooner or later..." Yang Tian clenched his fist, hiding a cold killing intent deep within. He would never forget the moment when a mere wisp of pressure had nearly crushed his will to fight.

  "Are you sure Yang Tian took the Qian Yuan Cauldron?" Li Xuan glanced at the purple-robed youth beside him, his brow furrowed.

  "Brother, why would I lie about this? Yang Tian definitely took it. Besides, I just left the family today. I'm sure many of our disciples have already fallen to him," Li Hongtao said, his voice filled with venom.

  Li Hongtao had endured countless humiliations recently. Losing the Soul Crystal and being humiliated in Martial Mountain had driven him to the brink of madness.

  "That little bastard, if I ever catch him, I'll skin him alive," Li Xuan clenched his fist, his eyes filled with bone-chilling killing intent. His handsome face turned icy.

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  "Li Hongtao, I never thought I'd run into you again. What a coincidence," Yang Tian sneered as he spotted Li Hongtao beside Li Xuan. He then shifted his gaze elsewhere.

  The area was packed with people, and more were arriving by the minute. The sheer number of cultivators was overwhelming, their combined presence enough to shake the heavens.

  As Yang Tian closed his eyes to rest, the spatial corridor ahead began to tremble violently. The tremors grew stronger, and the surrounding space started to ripple, cracks spreading like spiderwebs.

  "It's about to open!" Countless eyes snapped open, filled with burning desire as they stared at the spatial corridor. The cave of a War King was an irresistible lure for these cultivators.

  To create a spatial corridor, this War King must have been a figure of immense power during his lifetime.

  "Is this a tomb?" Yang Tian muttered as a surge of overwhelming resentment emanated from the corridor. This place was likely the burial ground of the War King.

  *Boom!* Suddenly, a deafening explosion erupted, and the surrounding void shattered like a storm sweeping through. The ear-splitting sound was like a falling star, creating a terrifying scene.

  The tremors lasted about ten breaths before the spatial corridor stabilized. However, fragments of space still lingered, and those with higher cultivation levels could easily trigger the energy within the spatial rifts.

  *Thud... thud...* The crowd went wild, their eyes bloodshot as they surged toward the spatial corridor like a tidal wave.

  "Something's not right..." Yang Tian was about to rush forward when he noticed that the people on the mountain peaks weren't moving. He paused, a thoughtful look crossing his face.

  "Ahhh—!" Just as the crowd reached the spatial corridor, a thick black mist surged out, carrying an overwhelmingly evil aura. The mist was filled with ghostly wails, and within it, skeletal figures could be seen moving.

  "Fall back!" Some people shouted in panic, but it was too late. The black mist swept over them like a tidal wave, engulfing the crowd.

  "No—!" Desperate screams filled the air, echoing to the heavens. Those who had been slower to approach felt their scalps tingle as blood flowed within the mist, coating the skeletal figures.

  "Is this... a blood sacrifice?" Yang Tian felt a chill run down his spine as he watched the hellish scene unfold. The blood of the fallen dyed the entire spatial corridor red.

  "No wonder those people weren't moving. This cave requires a blood sacrifice to fully open," Yang Tian muttered, glancing at the mountain peaks where some were already preparing to move.

  As more blood flowed, the spatial corridor began to glow with a sinister red light, resembling a sea of blood churning in the sky.

  "How many people just died?" Yang Tian wondered as the black mist dissipated, revealing a ground littered with skeletal remains. The air was thick with resentment.

  *Buzz...* At that moment, a blood-red gate appeared before the spatial corridor, radiating an eerie crimson light.

  Many who had been frightened by the earlier events hesitated, too scared to approach. A cave that required a blood sacrifice was a rare and ominous sight.

  "Let's go. It should be safe now," Qing Yuan said, glancing at the blood gate. The three of them dashed forward, heading straight for the gate.

  As they moved, the crowd below surged forward again, cramming into the blood gate like a swarm of locusts.

  Yang Tian hesitated for a moment before joining the crowd, rushing toward the gate.

  "The resentment here is overwhelming!" As soon as Yang Tian stepped through the gate, a wave of intense resentment assaulted his mind. He quickly summoned his vital energy, dispersing the resentment with a surge of power.

  Inside was a long, thousand-foot-wide corridor. Many people had already collapsed, their minds shattered by the resentment. Some were even attacking each other.

  "Is this really the tomb of a War King?" Yang Tian wondered as he walked through the corridor. He punched an attacker, reducing the body to a mist of blood that scattered into the surroundings.

  Along the way, Yang Tian encountered countless corpses, all reduced to skeletons. The place was vast, an underground world filled with a sinister aura.

  Many had been driven mad by fear, desperately trying to escape. The ground was littered with bones, and some female cultivators were vomiting from the horrific scene.

  "Woof..." Little White, whom Yang Tian had summoned, sniffed the air and let out a low whine. The resentment was too thick, overwhelming even his keen sense of smell.

  Yang Tian reached a bridge that spanned a sea of blood below. The bridge was crowded with people, many of whom had already perished halfway across due to the overwhelming resentment.

  "This has to be the tomb of some evil cultivator. Everyone's dead... everyone..." one man wailed, his companions all gone, leaving him alone.

  Many looked uneasy, but few were willing to turn back. Similar tombs had appeared in the past, and those who braved the dangers often emerged with priceless treasures.

  At the end of the bridge, a group of powerful individuals, protected by precious robes, were nearly across. The resentment couldn't touch them.

  *Roar...* Just as they were about to cross, the sea of blood below churned violently. Ghostly wails filled the air as a monstrous figure cloaked in black mist emerged, radiating an overwhelming evil aura.

  "What is that thing?" Many were terrified, including Yang Tian. The creature was a hundred feet tall, its entire body exuding a malevolent presence.

  "Could this tomb have given birth to an evil creature?" Some considered retreating. If the tomb had spawned such a being, it must have existed for tens of thousands of years, making the journey even more perilous.

  The towering figure, shrouded in black mist, fixed its blood-red eyes on the people on the bridge, letting out a sinister laugh.

  *Buzz...* Suddenly, the Ancestral Dragon Ring inside Yang Tian trembled violently, as if it wanted to break free and destroy the creature.

  "Don't you dare come out!" Yang Tian was alarmed. He had no idea why the ring was acting up, but he quickly calmed it with his thoughts. If it really attacked the creature, it would definitely draw unwanted attention.