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Chapter 938 - 938 481 was defeated that year hope you can win

Chapter 938: 481 was defeated that year, hope you can win (4200)_2 Chapter 938: 481 was defeated that year, hope you can win (4200)_2 “Thump after thump,” the impacts came with a unique rhythm.

Casio instantly entered the zone, and his vision was suddenly clouded in blood.

The very next second, he felt as though he stepped into the perspective of an onlooker, witnessing a grand ritual unfolding. July 1st, the Moonless Night, the Blood of Longevity. This was an ancient, gruesome ceremony conducted by Alpha’s Direct Bloodline, requiring nearly a hundred humans as sacrifices, along with various ritualistic tools and materials.

All humans were slain, their blood left on the surface of the altar, funneled into the center via dense arrays of carved grooves. In an instant, all of the glyphs lit up, pulsating at a special frequency, as if communicating with some unknown entity. Soon, the will of that distant being descended.

Every sacrifice was taken away, while some potent blood was left behind.

Members of the Direct Bloodline were ecstatic, drinking the Blood of Longevity with fervor. The heart, the core of the blood, rapidly strengthened and toughened, filled with vigor.

They believed they had absorbed the power bestowed by the progenitor, becoming stronger. However, unbeknownst to them, all gifts had been secretly marked with a price. Some of the Direct Bloodline met with unexpected deaths, collapsing to the ground as blood gushed out. The very Blood of Longevity, presumed to have been absorbed, suddenly began to secrete outwards, drawing upon the full blood energy of the Direct Bloodline just like a living creature, until there was nothing left to drain from the bodies.

After everything ended, the Blood of Longevity seeped into the cracks of the soil.

This cycle repeated itself, over and over; it was impossible to tell for how long it had continued.

Even the High Order Blood Clan couldn’t resist the process, each succumbing to the same reversal at the brink of death. At the same time, this clan seemed particularly prone to physical decay, necessitating prolonged periods of slumber as if parasites were constantly competing for nutrients within their bodies.

Once, Casio had heard a theory. Blood is the currency of the soul; it can harbor the existence of one’s spirit and soul. Could it be?

Moreover, where has the Blood of Longevity that had been seeping into the soil of Alfama Mountains for hundreds if not thousands of years gone? Casio refused to believe that this blood from the Ultimate Dark Entity could simply be diluted away or absorbed by plants. Gradually, a conjecture formed in his mind.

Then an exceedingly rare failure of the Blood of Longevity Ceremony that followed corroborated his thoughts. Everything in the ritual proceeded as usual, quite smoothly. However, at the very last moment, the Blood of Longevity appeared as it always did, but was closely followed by an insidious power like poison leeching into the bones.

Boom, boom, boom…

The Blood of Longevity on the black stone column exploded, bursting inch by inch, resonating inch by inch. Even as splatters rocketed mid-air, onto the ground, and over the surrounding circle of the Blood Clan, it fragmented into thousands of pieces, unceasingly detonating. It was an endless explosion.

The surrounding area of the altar seemed bombed by a cluster munition, pocked and dented, the ground hollowed out. The losses within the Direct Bloodline were severe, with even Elder-ranked individuals being blasted to pieces.

This situation persisted for several hours before it gradually came to a halt.

Casio’s heart chilled; he was too familiar with this power, the Echo Strength of the Southern Dipper Sound Snake Fist! Both the characteristics of explosion and vibration were present.

And it was extremely potent, terrifying in its endurance and destructive force.

In comparison to it, Casio’s Echo Strength was practically insignificant.

He had encountered this situation before; it was the South Dou Red Vulture Fist.

The old Tyrant Fist, who had passed on the complete Deathfang Power to Casio.

The intensity was identical to the Echo Strength he was witnessing.

Connecting some information in his mind, he immediately came to a conclusion that was nearly certain: the True Ancestor of Blood, Umirah, just like Totem King Cassius, was entangled with an ancient saintly martial artist of the Southern Dou realm!

Even the powers from different realms were intertwined.

Wait, a flash of insight streaked through Casio’s mind. He acquired the Southern Dipper Sound Snake Fist right here, in these Oyon Ruins. On the fifth level of the ruins, he and Feng Liusi stumbled upon a corpse of the Extreme Fist!

Could that old man have been the one tangled with the True Ancestor of Blood?

And the direct descendants of the Blood Clan settled in the Alfama Mountains, even making the Oyon Ruins their lair. Could they have been driven by the progenitor to descend into the depths of the relics in search of the corpse of the Extreme Fist for some purpose?

All this, one cannot help but ponder deeply.

What is noteworthy is that the True Ancestor of Blood, Umirah, seems to have been transmitting power to the Real World for thousands of years. She disguised herself as the harmless Blood of Immortality and hid away after growing stronger through her hosts, seemingly wanting to trick everyone in a grand deception and shed her skin like a cicada. She might be seeking to break free from the shackles of the World of Calamities and ensnare the eternal ties with that Extreme Fist existence.

If that’s the case, there’s bound to come a time of eruption. Perhaps pushing forward a hundred years from now, two hundred years, or several centuries, the True Ancestor of Blood, Umirah, will resurrect in the Real World? It is bound to happen one day…

Casio’s head suddenly shook, and he woke from that illusion.

Clearly, this was another vision similar to the last one with the magic puppet secret weapon absorbing the flesh and blood of the Moon God, revealing the causal line of an event. Thinking about it carefully, none of those Dark Ultimate Entities were simple beings, all possessing various cryptic and mysterious methods. The True Ancestor sought the Blood of Longevity that could deceive and replace. The Totem King utilized the Ouroboros stone tablet to open the Disastrous Tunnel and cast the proxy, the Evil Mother, into the Real World. The only one that was somewhat laughable was the Moon God, who was directly shattered by the White Bird Sacred Fist, yet still managed to leave behind a contingency for rebirth—also situated within the Real World.

It seems they are all trying everything possible to break free from the clutches of the World of Calamities?

Wanting to descend upon the surface world, to set foot in the Real World.

If it weren’t for the ancient sages of the Southern Dipper Secret Transmission holding them back, these Dark Ultimate Entities might have already succeeded, breaking the barriers between the two worlds.

And how long can this terrifying balance last?

If a Dark Ultimate Entity truly descends to the surface world, it would undoubtedly be a catastrophic disaster. This feeling of not having control over one’s life or death, but rather being dictated by an external force, is extremely unpleasant, leaving Casio with no sense of security.

His heart originally held only an antagonistic plan against the Door Organization and Xiadu. Now, there is a newly formed simple logic surfacing in his mind.

Should the Dark Ultimate Entities resurrect or descend in the Real World, as a Nan Dou Successor, he could not escape his fate. That was the price he had to pay for acquiring the powerful strength of Southern Dou’s Power—while there are gains, there are also losses. Casio had no regrets.

On the contrary, right now, his killing intent was fierce, and his desire for battle was intense.

Since they were destined to be enemies, then he was determined to be thorough and ruthless. The Totem Temple, the Lunar Eclipse Meeting, the Moon God statue, the direct Blood Clan, and the Blood of Immortality! Casio wouldn’t let any of them slip away, whether it was in the Era of Retrospection or the Real World. Initially planning on making some trade-offs on this trip to the southeastern part of the Hong Li Empire, it now seemed he had no choice but to annihilate all at once.

He came back to his senses and pressed a hand against his heart.

Just like when devouring the flesh and blood of the Moon God, Casio also acquired a somewhat redundant auxiliary ability after ingesting the Blood of Longevity. After killing dark creatures, he could extract and refine their blood to nourish his heart. The heart, being the blood’s hub, would undoubtedly allow for greater mobilization of bodily strength the more powerful it was. Over time, this would benefit his physique.

Of course, this thing was like poison—discussing only the effect and not the dosage is meaningless. At this stage, this auxiliary ability was similar to the blood-red halo above the magic puppet’s head, merely an embellishment. It seems he would have to specifically seek out rare resources such as the Moon God’s flesh and blood or the Blood of Longevity to enhance these two auxiliary abilities, to strengthen their effects.

He could intentionally collect them later in the Real World or the Era of Retrospection.

In the canyon.

“Huff…” Casio slowly exhaled a warm breath.

He turned to look around, planning to lead his numerous followers in a retreat. However, he didn’t know when, but wisps of pale white fog had begun to drift between the mountain forests. It flowed low over the ground like a living thing and spread across the ground swiftly. It seemed like thick slurry, yet also like flowing sheer fabric. The valley was filled with swirling white fog, rustling with sound. The ground, the woods, and the mountain itself appeared blurry within the fog, as if separated by a veil.

At the entrance to the cave in the Oyon ruins, a hazy figure suddenly appeared as if it were a sculpture, completely motionless, watching Casio’s strong retreating back, seemingly hoping for something silently.

“Sounds of friction… Nan… Dou… Secret Transmission… Sounds of friction…” The voice was light and airy, as if it was whispering.

“To think… Sounds of friction… someone… Sounds of friction… succeeded… Sounds of friction… both paths…” The voice was dreamy, faint, seeming to murmur.

“In the past… Sounds of friction… we lost, hope… Sounds of friction… you can…”

“Win!”