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Chapter 139: The Descendant of the Divine Vein? What do you think, Sect Master?

Chapter 139: Chapter 139: The Descendant of the Divine Vein? What do you think, Sect Master?

"Centuries of scheming, all gone up in smoke."

Upon hearing these words, the old woman in the courtyard had already seized a piglet, ignoring its struggles as she held it in her embrace.

"If you want to kill it, then kill it. Since that memory descended, these beings are useless to me."

"Relying on their faith, it would take at least a hundred years to break the seal."

"I fear that by then, the Divine Emperor would have already ascended here personally, to deliver me to oblivion."

The old woman sighed lightly.

Then she turned to the piglet in her arms and opened her mouth to inhale.

A great amount of True Qi, Qi-Blood, and spirit surged out of the small pig’s body, mixing together, and were swallowed by the old woman.

The piglet visibly withered at a speed visible to the naked eye, its pig eyes filled with a spirited fear, hatred, and bitterness.

Smack!

A piece of pigskin fell to the ground, and with a casual wave of the old woman’s hand, it turned to dust.

"Do you want to die?" the Sect Master of Demon Spirit Sect whispered.

"Of course, this old mother wants to live, but relying on you people, I’m afraid I’m doomed."

The old woman took out an old handkerchief from her bosom and wiped her lips.

"After I break through the Divine Veins and step into another level, I will surely be able to find that person and restore the world to its proper course."

"Ha! Ha! Ha!"

The old woman seemed to hear a joke, laughing out loud for the first time.

Meanwhile, the Sect Master of Demon Spirit Sect simply looked coldly towards the mountaintop.

"The Demon Spirit Sect has carried on for a thousand years, girl, do you know the realm after the Divine Veins?"

"Celestials!"

"Yes, Celestials."

The old woman’s voice was full of wonder.

Their murky eyes were filled with solemnity as they murmured softly,

"But such a name should have appeared only two years ago, after that memory descended, and became known to everyone."

"Before that memory descended, we called the realm after the Divine Veins the Perfect Being, the Godly Being, the Martial Saint, with various names that varied, filled with the fantasies of all the different paths."

"What do you mean?"

The Sect Master of Demon Spirit Sect’s aura suddenly exploded, fracturing the land for miles in every direction.

"Is the meaning I’m conveying not clear enough, girl?"

"On the Martial Path, after the Divine Veins, there are no other realms. Countless heroes and champions of ancient and modern times have tried and paved the way."

"And so have I!"

"I, who am merely at the level of Divine Veins, how could I possibly illuminate the path ahead for you."

"How is that possible, you have lived for more than eight hundred years, yet Divine Veins’ natural lifespan is merely three hundred years."

The voice of the Sect Master of Demon Spirit Sect was hoarse.

"Merely some underhanded techniques to prolong life, nothing more. Living longer doesn’t change that I’m still at the level of Divine Veins."

"Although my strength has grown stronger, there has been no qualitative change."

The old woman seized another piglet and began to draw from it.

While absorbing the energy from the piglet’s body, she chanted with a sing-song reverence,

"Celestials, that must be the path that person will pave in the future. All the incredible heroes and champions of past eras are nothing compared to him."

"What a pity, what should have been the best start for you has now become a losing game."

"A losing game? I don’t believe it. If that person could walk the path, there’s no reason I can’t."

The Sect Master of Demon Spirit Sect felt the Magic Artifact in her embrace, filled with the Qi-Blood and resentment of countless creatures.

She turned!

And walked toward the direction away from the mountains.

No regrets in her move, she would walk on no matter what.

After all, as bad as it was, compared to her future self from the memories, it was still much better.

The old woman watched the back of the Sect Master of Demon Spirit Sect as she walked away, her murky eyes holding a hint of mockery.

The talent of the Sect Master of Demon Spirit Sect was like a fish crossing the river, not a rarity throughout history.

Did she really think that with enough Qi-Blood, she could pave a new path forward? That would be underestimating their predecessors too much.

Only after the Sect Master of Demon Spirit Sect had completely departed did the old woman finally look up at the sky, where she saw in the depths of the firmament, thunderbolts densely covering hundreds of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains.

"Heaven’s favor!"

...

Meanwhile,

Liang Hui had returned to Qingyang City but stopped outside his family’s courtyard.

A cold light flashed in his eyes as he sensed a familiar Qi-Blood.

He stepped forward.

Creak!

The door had just been pushed open.

A pair of enormous fists, stirring up a raging wind, hurtled towards him at high speed.

The youth’s expression remained unchanged, continuing to move forward as if he hadn’t seen the incoming strike.

Bang!

The fist stopped one meter in front of the youth, unable to advance even an inch further.

"Mana Field, you are a Daoist."

"I come from the Barbarian Tribe, I just wanted to test your strength..."

The awkward Chu Nation dialect emanated from the towering figure before him.

But Liang Hui had no desire whatsoever to respond.

Golden-red Mana converged between his fingers and palm.

With a gentle lift of his finger, he suddenly slashed downwards.

Slash!

The incredibly sharp blade light swept across the courtyard.

The brawny man stood frozen in place, a fine line of blood appearing at his neck.

Thud! Bang!

Liang Hui moved forward, and the brawny man’s head slid off, rolling to the ground before his feet, the house behind the body tilting down as well.

He lifted his foot, stepping on the head.

"I don’t like talking to someone with their head raised."

Bang!

With an exertion of his foot, the head instantly turned into a puddle of blood and was then incinerated into ash by blazing flames.

Walking over to the headless corpse, guided by his Divine Skills’ perception, Liang Hui searched the body and pulled out a palm-sized statue.

The statue was golden, depicting the form of a Barbarian, posed in an extremely bizarre manner.

’Such a posture, it seems to be involved in physical cultivation,’ Liang Hui murmured to himself.

However grand the secret of the statue might be, it had to come after entering the dream.

On the golden statue, there was an essence of ’entering the dream’ at a higher quality, possibly at the level of True Realization or Blood Exchange.

Beyond that, there were no other valuables.

"A fine treasure; seems like the damage to the house was worth it,"

"However, I wonder if this item has anything to do with the Liu Family’s chase."

Liang Hui toyed with the golden statue.

He recognized that the dead brawny man was the Barbarian he had encountered on the way to the black market, who for some reason was hiding in his courtyard.

He didn’t care too much, no matter what troubles this Barbarian might bring.

Be it the Liu Family or any other power, if they wished to trouble him, so be it. He was fearless until the green talismans were expended.

He stepped over the ruins of the room and made his way to the back yard, entering a storage room.

Sitting cross-legged on the floor, his Inner Strength began to flow into the statue, but there was no change to it.

Frowning slightly, Liang Hui dispersed his Inner Strength.

He began to try channeling Mana into it, yet the statue still showed no change.

’It’s neither Inner Strength nor Mana, was my previous conjecture wrong? Can I only enter the dream first?’

Liang Hui, holding the golden statue, was about to enter the dream directly when suddenly he thought of something.

He halted the activation of his Divine Skills.

The surging Blood Qi within started to seep outward, coating his body in a layer of red membrane.

This was something Liang Hui could do only after breaking through Blood Refinement, beginning the Warm Nurturing of his blood, allowing Blood Qi to flow outside his body.

With a thought, Blood Qi began pouring into the statue.

As he turned around, the golden statue started to turn crimson.

A red light rose from the statue, forming dense scripts, and below the scripts were tiny figures performing various movements.