Heavenly Unbound: The System Maker!
Chapter 189 – The Bloodstone!

Hengsheng observed the scene from the dimensional map. By now, he already had some guesses about what might happen to all these mortals.

"This can't be… There are too many people," Hengsheng murmured in disbelief.

He gazed at the destination where multiple waves of mortals were marching—toward a certain location that had a gigantic altar as big as a small mountain at the center.

It looked similar to the one that had been present in the last stronghold he and his army attacked months ago.

He was certain it was this location because multiple high-ranking demonic cultivators were guarding it. More than a thousand Grand Unity Realm experts were there—he couldn't mistake it.

And at the top of the altar, he saw the object he had seen before not long ago—a basketball-sized round stone with a rough texture, similar to the moon in the night sky, but crimson red like blood. This was the second time he had seen it.

The first time was only a month ago, when he chased after an elder of the Blood Fiend Palace. That old man fled in secret from the stronghold alone, abandoning his subordinates to die in the allied siege.

Fortunately, Hengsheng spotted this and chased after the old man, eventually killing him. However, before dying, the old man brought out the crimson moonstone. Its distinctive appearance made it hard to forget.

At first, Hengsheng thought it was some kind of secret weapon, a final struggle to bring an enemy down with him, or a ticket for the old man to survive.

However, this old man just cast an unknown spell with the talisman, and the moonstone disappeared without anything happening. It was an unexpected moment for him, making him puzzled—what was the point of bringing it out before he died?

He never thought he would see it again. No—more accurately, he never thought he would see it again this soon.

"What should I do…" Hengsheng murmured. From his guess, all these billions of people might become some sort of resources for cultivation, or for some other purpose.

He couldn't be sure, since there were too many people.

How could someone dare to kill this many?

Would the Heavenly Dao allow such an evil deed?

If that really happens, what should I do—save them?

Hengsheng became stressed. He had no idea how to deal with this problem.

If what he assumed was right and he did nothing—because it was too dangerous to go there and fight against thousands of Grand Unity Realm demonic cultivators, not to mention the multi-millions of demonic cultivators in lesser cultivation realms—then it would be too much, even for a super Heaven-Defying genius and handsome cultivator like him.

If he chose to stay safe in his mansion and let all these helpless, unknown mortals die, would the guilt haunt him later?

Even though he had already made up his mind not to risk his life for the other people, a billion lives were hard to overlook.

"Meow…" Yunsu also saw the scene. She could sense Hengsheng's inner struggle, so she licked his hair in an attempt to soothe him.

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While Hengsheng’s mind was in a mess, the situation in the Great North Region continued to develop.

The great march of a billion people continued. One after another, groups of people reached the destination. They lined up in an orderly manner, obediently following the instructions of the Blood Fiend Palace's cultivators, surrounding the blood altar.

The Blood Fiend Palace's elders, all of whom were at least in the Grand Unity Realm, watched from above, controlling and commanding the other members to ensure the ritual would proceed correctly.

At the center of these elders was a woman who stood proudly: The Grand Elder of the Blood Frost Clan of the Blood Fiend Palace, Hanbing.

She did no work—only watched and complained when someone made a mistake—looking down on the mortals below in disgust, and even her fellow demonic cultivators were targets of her disdainful gaze.

"Hurry up! The Yin Moon cycle is nearly over. If we miss this window, we’ll have to wait another thousand years!" Hanbing shouted at the elders, her voice sharp and cold. Several flinched—some immediately flew off to manage the field themselves.

"Lady Hanbing, the number of sacrifices has reached the minimum threshold for initiating the ritual. Shall we start now, or wait for all of them to be present?" an elder said as he appeared from behind.

"Let's wait for now. If we start too early, the remaining sacrifices will try to run. Keep your eyes open—I want to know if there's a traitor among us, or if another blood clan plans to interfere," Hanbing said coldly.

The elder nodded in understanding and disappeared to urge the other members overseeing the mortal march to move faster.

With the organization of millions of the Blood Fiend Palace's demonic cultivators, the transport of large numbers of ordinary mortals became possible.

Using various approaches such as the Ground Shrink techniques, airships, flying treasures, and all sorts of methods they could think of, within a matter of days, a billion mortals had gathered in one place.

A billion people packed tightly together, shoulder to shoulder, covered a large area—roughly 500 square kilometers around the altar.

Most mortals were confused. Some knew this might be their last day alive; others had no idea what was going to happen. But they were all amazed by the sheer number of people.

In all their lives, they had never seen so many people in one place. Everything in their sight was full of humans, nothing else. Even the ground was hardly visible, covered by the massive crowd.

Seeing that everything was ready, Hanbing ordered the elder at her side to proceed with the ritual.

The elder nodded and flew toward the top of the altar along with hundreds more elders. When they arrived, they surrounded the Bloodstone and began to chant, glorifying the Blood Fiend—the Godfiend they esteemed as tall as their ancestor.

The Bloodstone began to glow with a crimson light, like fresh blood, and the stone itself slowly lifted from its base, floating into the sky.

It then emitted a faint crimson light onto the ground below, like the glow of moonlight.

When this light touched the cultivators of the Blood Fiend Palace, they could feel their Blood Fiend bloodline being stimulated—it made them feel stronger.

However, when the crimson light touched the mortals gathered at the foot of the altar, they immediately fell to their knees and began to scream in agony.

Their heads tilted upward as they screamed, their eyes turned red. Blood began to rise from their eyes, ears, noses—even seeping through their skin—as they experienced a pain unlike anything they had ever known.

The crimson light continued to spread as the Bloodstone floated high into the sky, slowly enveloping those marked as sacrifices, one after another.

The mortals watched in horror as the people in front of them collapsed to the ground. Their survival instincts kicked in, and they began to flee, trying to run from the approaching blood moonlight.

Of course, they couldn’t escape—whether because they were too slow, or because the demonic cultivators ensured none of them could get too far.

The father used his entire body to shield his daughter from the red light. Even in unbearable pain, he made sure not to let the light touch his precious one.

Hanbing, seeing the ritual proceed smoothly, began to relax. There were no signs of other blood clans coming to interfere, nor any sign of a traitor. How could things go wrong at this point?

The moment the Bloodstone replaced the moon, this continent would become theirs without them even needing to actively fight to conquer, just like it once happened in the Blood Origin Continent!

"This continent will be mine! HAHAHAHA!" Hanbing manically laughed like a third-rate villain, confident that their plan had already succeeded.

However—

"What is that?!" one of the elders noticed something happening at the foot of the altar. He shouted and pointed his finger.

This drew the attention of all the Blood Fiend Palace’s demonic cultivators. Their eyes were all tuned to where the shouting elder pointed.

What they saw were countless big and small purple vortex clouds appearing here and there, enveloping the sacrifices one after another and making them disappear from the place.

Hanbing became furious after witnessing this—someone had come to interfere!

"Destroy them!" Hanbing shouted as she commanded the demonic cultivators of the Blood Fiend Palace.

Following Hanbing’s command, the demonic cultivators sprang into action. They didn’t know who or where the people causing the purple vortex clouds to appear were. All they could do now was attack the clouds themselves!

Countless Qi attacks from the demonic cultivators flew toward the clouds, destroying them before they could envelop more sacrifices and take them away. The clouds were very durable, but under countless assaults, they began to disperse and disintegrate.

Hanbing gritted her teeth as she watched the clouds continue to appear, even as her men kept destroying them.

To stop this for good, she must find who was causing it. But after spreading out her Divine Sense, she could detect no one suspicious. She assumed whoever did this was hiding somewhere close by.

She decided to use her weapon. She brought out the Divine Artifact—the icy blue staff with the crimson ruby at its end.

Waving the Divine Staff, the Dao of Frost manifested. Hanbing cast the spell, performing a wide-range attack technique. She smashed the staff into the empty air.

A blizzard rapidly formed around her before she unleashed icy waves outward in all directions!

BOOM!

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