Chaotic World Book
Chapter 368 - 360: The Fierceness of Ancient Times

Chapter 368: Chapter 360: The Fierceness of Ancient Times

Zhao Changhe took a deep breath and slowly stepped forward.

The sacrificial altar was not high, being low and wide. However, around it was a Blood Pool filled with who knows how much fresh blood, emitting a pungent smell of blood. The scent of blood surrounded the altar, with strange blood-colored patterns spreading toward the center, encircling the Array Plate as if nourishing it.

This blood must be human blood, but it was not known how many people had been killed... However, it didn’t look very fresh. The slaughters by the Blood God Sect had been rare over the years, most likely accumulated from earlier years.

It was also unknown whether such offerings to the Holy Object were of any use. Wouldn’t the Holy Object get angry...

Zhao Changhe suppressed his feeling of nausea and stepped onto the narrow bridge over the Blood Pool.

The nature of the Blood God Sect had always been the same; it was good enough that things had improved a bit over the years, cursing was meaningless. If he, as the interpreter of the sect’s teachings, could guide this power toward a righteous path.

If you want to kill people... kill Evil Demons, kill the Alien Clan, where can’t you kill? Are you proving your manliness by targeting civilians?

This should be manageable, he thought.

With a shift of thought, he had already crossed the Blood Pool and stood before the Array Plate.

The Array Plate’s light grew brighter, and the "returning home" intention, which couldn’t be blocked by the Blood Token and beads, almost burst through the confines of the ring.

Zhao Changhe ignored them and assessed the Array Plate himself.

The material of the Array Plate was unknown, it even looked somewhat like bone, but where could such large bones come from?

Actually, the main body was intact, with at most some extremely fine cracks... The so-called damage was mainly due to the inlay missing some pieces here and there, making the surface uneven, unable to form a complete array. There were many bead-type inlays, and he did not know where his own bead corresponded.

Since this was an array, missing these fittings meant it couldn’t form a proper array, and naturally, it had no power.

At the very center of the Array Plate was a square inlay slot... Judging by its shape and size, it appeared to be for the Blood Token, but it seemed not to contribute to the formation of the array, rather serving more like a key to activation.

Apart from the significant amount of missing inlays, the main body of the Array Plate was intact. This must have been where the creator spent the last moments of his life pouring all his efforts, embedding his lifetime’s understanding of Martial Arts, which was quite clear. If someone were to reside beside it long-term, deriving a Cultivation Technique from it was definitely feasible.

For him, who possessed the Heavenly Book, he didn’t even need to rely on others’ compiled insights; he could see everything clearly with the help of the Heavenly Book.

Zhao Changhe closed his eyes and gently touched the Array Plate.

His spirit connected with the Heavenly Book, and the scene suddenly changed.

Before him was a cataclysmic scene of lands quaking and earth sinking; everywhere stones flew and thunderfire filled the sky, with cries of despair traveling from a far distance, unknown who had perished due to the cataclysm.

In this apocalyptic landscape, a man, wounded all over and drenched in blood, sat cross-legged in the midst of blood that lapped over his ankles, calmly going about his task—using a thick-backed single-edged saber, very similar to the Sect Hierarch’s Blood God Saber, as a carving tool, slowly etching the Array Plate.

It was likely that the Sect Hierarch’s Blood God Saber was specially crafted in imitation of this saber after a predecessor of the Blood God Sect had sensed its design, probably not the same one.

At this moment, the Great Han was engraving the Array Plate, placing inlays. The blood stains on his body—whether they were his own or someone else’s—he seemed indifferent. Blood flowed from his wounds, falling into the pool of blood on the ground, absorbed into the Array Plate as if completing the final masterpiece with his life.

The collapsing mountains and sinking lands, unable to affect him, as the Array Plate seemed to emit an invisible barrier, keeping the natural disaster at bay.

"Clang!" Outside, it seemed the barrier was broken by someone barging in: "Lie! You’ve stolen the Blood Turtle Shell of our clan and yet dare sit openly in this wilderness. Did you really think our clan has no one?"

This name... without a surname, a single character? Was it common in ancient times, or was it just his characteristic?

As Zhao Changhe had this thought, several figures flew toward them, not yet close, but their Sword Light had already traveled far, aiming directly at Lie’s neck.

Zhao Changhe suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

Such fast movements, such swift sabers, such strong Saber Qi! This performance was just like Cui Wenjing’s sword strike that had come from the sky.

Could it be that any Ancient Martial Artist was on Cui Wenjing’s level?

Suddenly, a flash of blood light.

The Blood God Saber, which was being used to carve the Array Plate, suddenly transformed into a flash of Sword Light.

The impending Saber Qi, as formidable as it was, completely dissipated. Several figures in black appeared close by, their heads suddenly flying off, forming several spurts like fountains around.

Lie, without turning his head, continued carving: "Why am I carving this Array Plate here in the wilderness? Because I need you to come and make sacrifices."

The spray of blood painted the scene around them, blood spilled on the ground, quickly merging into the bloody water on the floor, continuing to be absorbed by the Array Plate.

The bone-white hue of the Array Plate grew more vivid.

With such intense Evil Qi, no need for a ferocious expression was necessary, his demeanor remained calm, yet the ferocity surged skyward.

Accompanied by the apocalyptic surround, thunderous explosions and fiery havoc, mountains collapsing and rivers breaking... such was hell.

Someone’s head had fallen to the ground and yet he was not dead. How he managed to speak without vocal cords was a mystery, but he truly spoke, "Your own blood... is also flowing... Could it be that you too are a sacrifice..."

Lie spoke indifferently, "The heavens are collapsing, there’s no distinction between you and me, with heaven and earth as the furnace, who isn’t a sacrifice?"

The head: "..."

"At this point, why bother about the Blood Turtle Shell belonging to your family..." Lie sneered, "Planning to take it into the coffin? A bunch of fools, if I weren’t so busy, I’d wipe you all out to spare myself the irritation."

The head, "Don’t boast, your strength is not the top level..."

Lie continued carving without pause, speaking lightly, "So what? I’m enough to kill you."

The head: "..."

"You say my strength is not the top level, but this blade I used to kill you all is top-level," Lie proudly stated. "This blade will be etched into the Array Plate, and if someone else gets it in the future, they could comprehend a complete set of Saber Technique from this blade and my engraved intent... perhaps it could be called... the Blood Evil Saber?"

As the three words settled, the surrounding blood began to churn, as if rejoicing.

The head incredulously said, "You... still think about the legacy? Haven’t you always claimed to live only once..."

"People change," Lie responded calmly. "I was a slave, comprehending the Dao amidst countless deadly sand battles and blood battles, with no one to help me, no gods to care for me. Humans only wanted me to work, gods only wanted me to kneel... so I killed them all, both humans and gods."

Zhao Changhe: "..."

Impressive... A slave understanding the Dao, without anyone teaching him? Was it the spiritual energy of the last epoch, or is this person a genius?

Lie continued, "I forged my own Asura body, established my intent to kill, plotting to dominate this life with no one to hinder me... What do I care about what happens after I am gone? Whether you call me Blood God or Blood Demon, be it eternal infamy or glory, what does it add to me!"

"And now?"

"That was ’don’t provoke me,’ and now it’s ’I will provoke you.’" Lie looked up at the blood-colored sky, his face which had been calm until now finally showing the ferocity belonging to the "Blood God," "A closed heaven, a game of gods and demons. If he dies, does the world end? Why should it!"

The head: "?"

It was no longer able to comprehend what he was saying.

"Crack..." Lie finally made one last cut. The Array Plate glowed fiercely with blood, seemingly complete.

He carefully embedded various embedded objects he carried into it, saying, "The world doesn’t need to depend on anyone... if he dies, he dies, at most the epoch collapses, the world still remains. If by any luck I survive the collapse of the epoch, I will personally shatter this heaven. All so-called gods and Buddhas can fuck off."

"What if you don’t survive?"

"Then there will be those who come after me, with my blood, once again crack the heavens!"

"Snap!" With the sound of his words, Lie finally embedded a Blood Token.

Just at that moment, the entire wilderness began to collapse, even the sky cracked, thunder and lightning furiously striking, the fires of hell burning across the human realm.

Those corpses, including the head, were directly burned to ash.

Meanwhile, the Array Plate’s bloody light soared into the sky.

"People call themselves Emperor Ye, Sword Emperor, thinking they are gods... but it turns out, as the Heavenly Dao crumbles, all are but dust."

In the midst of the blood light, a figure holding a saber rose, slashing towards the universe: "No matter what lies beyond the Heavenly Dao... as the heaven and earth collapse, can you not slash open to see!"

"Roar!"

The entire world turned into blood-red, completely losing sight.

Unkown how much time had passed, the sky began to leak blood rain, lightly sprinkling the universe.

The collapsing Array Plate scattered, the cracked marks on it, witnessing a scene like Don Quixote, furiously slashing the heavens.

Zhao Changhe fell silent.

Yuxu the old Taoist, is this what you said, this Demon God wasn’t very strong? Maybe he wasn’t too strong before, but at this final moment, he had clearly reached the utmost pinnacle...

Oh right... today’s people think they are demon gods... but in Lie’s eyes, the gods and Buddhas who should roll away are others.

It’s very likely they actually do not exist... These marks of the blade merely recorded the struggle of ancient humans.

Zhao Changhe looked down at his own body.

Just now Lie had said one phrase... I forge my own Asura body.

It seems this Saint Heir can’t shirk that.