Sage of Humanity
Chapter 1031 - 1029 Sacred Master

On the spirit mountaintop of Central Island in the Righteous Blood Sacred Land, Jian Guhong and others returned to report their mission, recounting in detail what they did and saw.

After Jian Guhong finished speaking, the ghost cultivator elder opened his mouth and said, "It's truly a pity that we didn't manage to kill that Star Moon Saintly Venerable this time. I originally had a chance to succeed, but the guy was too alert and reacted at the moment I struck. In the end, I only wounded him, alas."

The Sacred Master shook his head and said, "The Sacred Seeds of this realm are all blessed by the heavens and earth. They can be said to be the Destined Ones of this realm. They are not so easily killed. It's already remarkable that Senior Wuchang could injure him."

Everyone present understood the prowess of the Sacred Seeds, which were not something ordinary of the Blood Race could be compared to. Take Wuchang, for instance; he mentioned having an opportunity to succeed, yet, in reality, not succeeding is still not succeeding. Even if given the same opportunity again, it would still be impossible to succeed.

Jian Guhong had also faced a Sacred Seed in direct confrontation. With the powerful foundation of a sword cultivator, he could only fight that Sacred Seed to a draw.

This shows the strength of the Sacred Seeds. It can be said that the Blood Race Sacred Seed does not have a single one weaker than these people here.

Yet even such powerful Sacred Seeds have been known to be beaten to death alive.

And the one who achieved this was none other than the Sacred Master in front of them!

It was precisely that battle that made top experts like Jian Guhong and Wuchang willingly acknowledge the middle-aged man's identity and status as the Sacred Master.

It should be understood that whether it was Jian Guhong or Wuchang or that female magic cultivator, they were all formidable figures renowned across the domains, considered the top combat power of the human race. Each was proud and unruly, each capable of shaking the heavens in anger, each had dominated an era, and getting such people to submit was not something just anyone could achieve.

Before the emergence of the middle-aged man, Jian Guhong and others were like loose sand scattered throughout the Blood Refinement World, opposing the Blood Race because they were strong enough, and because none of them accepted the other.

It was the appearance of the middle-aged man that brought these scattered sands together, establishing the Righteous Blood Sacred Land in the Empyrean Sea and providing a Pure Land for the human race.

Standing strong until today!

But now, Righteous Blood Sacred Land has reached its most perilous moment.

"This time, the Blood Race's forces are more numerous than ever, seemingly intending to achieve victory in one fell swoop," the Sacred Master spoke slowly. "Messages have been sent back from the east, south, and west. Each battlefront has multiple Sacred Seeds stationed, with hundreds of thousands of soldiers each. In total, the Blood Race's forces number at least 1.3 million or even more from all four directions."

Jian Guhong and others furrowed their eyebrows.

This number is much greater than before. Though the Blood Race had repeatedly waged war, they had never reached a million in numbers before, and thus the Righteous Blood Sacred Land had been able to hold them back.

But the Righteous Blood Sacred Land has also paid an extremely heavy price for this.

When Lu Ye arrived this time, he saw the Righteous Blood Sacred Land with its outer oval-shaped islands scattered around a central Big Island, but initially, the terrain was not like this at all.

Originally, the Empyrean Sea's center was filled with many scattered islands, at least four times as many as now.

Through battle after battle, those islands on the far outside had been smashed and sunk, leaving only the inner layer of islands intact.

If this time even these innermost islands cannot be preserved, the Righteous Blood Sacred Land will be left with only the central Big Island, and then there will be no natural defenses left.

So this time, the Sacred Land's critical point is whether they can preserve the outer islands, whether they can withstand the strong assault of the Blood Race. If they can fend off everything, then all will be well; if not, once the Blood Race lands on the islands, they will surely destroy the islands immediately, breaking a hole in the Sacred Land's defense line.

Judging from the Blood Race's deployment this time, it is undoubtedly difficult for the Sacred Land to hold off the Blood Race and keep the enemy outside.

"In the worst case, we go out and fight them. The Blood Refinement World is vast; we can fight the Blood Race wherever we go," Wuchang said.

Jian Guhong shook his head. "It's easy for us to fight our way out, but what about the others on the island? They will undoubtedly be subjected to the Blood Race's wrath, and then I'm afraid no one will survive."

The number of humans on the island is vast, as they were moved to the Sacred Land from a hundred thousand miles around the Empyrean Sea early on. Decades of accumulation have led to humans living in peace, and the population has grown even larger. It is precisely due to this substantial human base that the Sacred Land receives a constant supply of cultivators to become a force to resist the Blood Race.

Cultivators and ordinary mortal people have always been interdependent, sharing honor and disgrace. This remains the same whether in the Nine Provinces or the Blood Refinement World.

Wuchang said, "We can't possibly perish with them; there's no logic in that."

Though he spoke so, should it truly come to that point, it's uncertain how many of the top human experts would be willing to flee alone.

The female magic cultivator who had remained silent spoke, "What can our homelands provide?"

These people are not without roots or sources; they all have backgrounds.

The Blood Race has never understood how, under the circumstances in the Blood Refinement World, so many powerful human beings suddenly appeared. If it were just one or two, it might be excusable; with such a large human population, there would inevitably be one or two lucky ones with certain opportunities. But there aren't just one or two such powerful humans; there are dozens or even hundreds!

This is the fundamental reason why the Righteous Blood Sacred Land has stood firm under repeated Blood Race assaults, as the number of top experts there is sufficient to repel the Blood Race armies, inflicting heavy losses each time.

The Sacred Master shook his head, "This is precisely where my doubts lie. Recently I tried contacting our homeland, and the feedback was that they had already provided us with aid."

But he hadn't seen any aid.

"Already provided?" The female magic cultivator frowned, suddenly thoughtful, "Could it be..."

Jian Guhong evidently realized something as well and was about to speak when the Sacred Master suddenly looked down the mountain, his face puzzled, and in the next instant, his form flashed, disappearing on the spot.

When he reappeared, he was at the foot of the mountain, in front of a stone monument.

Lu Ye stood in front of this stone monument, looking at the line of characters on it, gently reciting: "Righteous Blood Flows Forever…"

This shocked him greatly because beneath the mountain gate of the Righteous Blood Sect, there was also a stone monument with this very line carved on it.

However, the stone monument at the Righteous Blood Sect can only be considered half, with the other half at the Loyal Heart Sect side. The two monuments combined are the complete one.

It is said that decades ago, the Sect Leader of the Loyal Heart Sect personally carved them, and then divided them into two, sending one to the Righteous Blood Sect and leaving one at the Loyal Heart Sect, symbolizing the friendship between the two sects.

Yet, over a mere few decades, the friendship between the two sects has split into two just like the original complete monument, invoking much lament.

Lu Ye didn't expect to see something similar to his sect here.

After reciting one sentence, he could not help but recite the next one.

"Loyal Heart Illuminates Ten Thousand Years."

He couldn't help but frown; his sect was the Righteous Blood Sect, and here was the Righteous Blood Sacred Land, along with a similar stone monument to his sect's base. This coincidence was quite astounding.

Suddenly, Dao Thirteen's aura surged, and the Divine Sea Realm's pressure spread.

Lu Ye was shocked, his thoughts interrupted, and he instinctively pressed his hand on the Boulder Mountain Saber at his waist. When he turned his head, he saw a middle-aged man with hands behind his back, standing not far from him.

He hadn't noticed when this person arrived; if not for Dao Thirteen's reaction, he might not have noticed at all.

Swish, swish, swish, several figures swiftly approached and stood in front of the middle-aged man; they were Jian Guhong and the others.

At the same time, Lu Ye clearly sensed numerous powerful Mental Consciousness emanating from various parts of the Central Island, focusing on this area, obviously detecting what was happening here.

But soon, these consciousnesses withdrew.

Lu Ye broke into a cold sweat, realizing that he had underestimated the depth of the Righteous Blood Sacred Land's foundation; just from the trace left by the rush of consciousness a moment ago, it appeared there were dozens of Divine Sea Realm cultivators gathered on the island now.

And these were just those who had revealed their presence, what about those who hadn't?

He steadied his mind, scrutinizing the middle-aged man closely. At first glance, he strangely felt that this person seemed somewhat familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere before.

Yet Lu Ye knew he had never met this person before.

As for the identity of the newcomer… just by Jian Guhong and others' positions, he could guess that this must be the Sacred Master of Righteous Blood Sacred Land.

"Dao soldier?" The middle-aged man didn't observe Lu Ye first but instead looked towards Dao Thirteen, with powerful Mental Consciousness surging, thoroughly examining Dao Thirteen's details.

The spiritually naive Dao Thirteen was undoubtedly enraged by his unrestrained probing, roaring angrily, he charged forward and swung a punch at the middle-aged man.

Lu Ye's expression changed, hastily shouting: "Stop!"

But he ultimately shouted a bit late.

With a boom, the middle-aged man remained motionless, merely raising one hand to effortlessly block Dao Thirteen's full-power attack. Visible shock waves spread out, blowing his hair and clothes into a flutter.

He suddenly raised another hand and pointed at a certain spot on Dao Thirteen's chest.

His actions weren't fast, even Lu Ye could see them clearly, yet there was an ineffable grace about them.

What astonished Lu Ye was that Dao Thirteen didn't evade this strike.

With a finger point, Dao Thirteen seemed to be struck by lightning, his entire body rigid, and his head drooped downward, falling into a sitting position on the ground.

Lu Ye's pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints, an endless chill washing over his body, his hand on the Boulder Mountain Saber, unsure whether to draw or not.

Lu Ye knew Dao Thirteen's strength. He wasn't considered the strongest in the Divine Sea Realm, but certainly not weak either, yet he was subdued so effortlessly by the person before him?

Lu Ye didn't even know what he had done.

This guy… possesses a terrifying degree of cultivation.

"Relax, he's just asleep." The middle-aged man seemed to notice Lu Ye's concern, proactively stating.

Lu Ye quickly looked at Dao Thirteen, finding that he indeed appeared to be merely asleep, even snoring a bit, leaving him speechless for a moment.

"The crafting method of this Dao soldier is flawed, resulting in low spiritual intelligence." The middle-aged man raised his head to look at Lu Ye, "How is Mount Tai?"