Chapter 119: Blood Sacrifice!

"Xing Hao, Qing Yuan, and Shan Qu have also come." At this moment, Yang Tian's gaze converged on a mountain peak. When he saw three figures, a smile spread across his face.

"This little girl probably can't make it, right?" After scanning for a while, Yang Tian didn't spot Yun'er's figure, then nodded. The inheritance of the Array Sect falling into the hands of the Thundercloud Sect had drawn considerable attention.

According to rumors, several mysterious experts had once visited the Thundercloud Sect. This move alarmed several powerful figures from the sect, who directly activated the sect-protecting killing array, killing one of them.

The tactic of killing the chicken to scare the monkeys had some effect. The forces that were eager to make a move also calmed down. The foundation of a super sect was too strong, with a celestial artifact guarding it, and the sect-protecting killing array could injure even a mighty expert.

But the Thundercloud Sect didn't let the matter rest. An old monster who had been in seclusion for countless years made a move, carrying a peak Dao artifact, and paid a visit to the Huang family in Martial City. Without a word, he nearly shook the Huang family's old patriarch to death.

When a super force acted, it was overwhelmingly domineering. Some great families became even more awed by super forces. These people could walk sideways in the Eastern Continent, and no one dared to provoke them.

The Thundercloud Sect was currently in a rage, and even the Yellow Dragon Valley dared not stroke its tiger's whiskers.

"The cave dwelling is about to open. Will Yang Tian come?" Shan Qu's gaze fell inside the spatial passage, where the fluctuations had become very intense.

Hearing this, Xing Hao smacked his lips and said softly, "I'd rather he didn't come. It's too dangerous inside, and many people have their eyes on him."

"Maybe he's already here." Hearing this, Qing Yuan suddenly smiled, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes.

"How do you know?" Xing Hao cast a suspicious glance at Qing Yuan. He didn't believe it; inside was like a net spread from heaven to earth, and Yang Tian's small life wouldn't be enough.

"Heh, the Yin-Yang Bliss Sect and the Li family had always kept their distance and even had good relations. But some time ago, the two sects inexplicably started fighting. Huang Li and Li Hongtao both made moves to kill each other's disciples. Don't forget the Qian Yuan Cauldron, that half-finished Dao artifact. Very few among their younger generation possess one..." Clenching his fist slightly, Qing Yuan smiled.

"This... is a bit impossible, right?" Shan Qu's eyes widened, full of disbelief. Qing Yuan's analysis suggested that Yang Tian was here and had even stirred up conflict.

"Then Yang Tian must have revealed his hand..." Xing Hao smacked his lips and muttered.

"Hehe, right now I just want to know if the rumors about the old saintess and Gu Mo are true. If they are..." Pursing his lips, Qing Yuan gave a lewd smile.

"Hahaha..." The group burst into laughter, drawing sidelong glances from those around them.

At this moment, Yang Tian's gaze converged on another mountain peak. A handsome young man, around twenty-one or twenty-two, exuded a sharp aura that was extremely terrifying, making people dare not approach.

"Li Xuan, debts must be repaid sooner or later..." Clenching his hand into a fist, a cold murderous intent was deeply hidden. He would never forget that scene—being crushed by a mere aura, unable to lift himself, his martial will nearly annihilated.

"Are you sure Yang Tian took the Qian Yuan Cauldron?" Glancing at the purple-robed youth beside him, Li Xuan frowned and barked.

"Big brother, would I lie to you about this? He really took it. Besides, I only left the family today. Many of our family's disciples have probably died at his hands." A trace of venom flashed in Li Hongtao's eyes as he shouted.

During this time, Li Hongtao had endured nothing but scorn. His soul crystal was taken, and he was beaten down at Martial Mountain. He was nearly going mad.

"That little bastard, if I ever get my hands on you, I'll cut you into a thousand pieces." Clenching his fist, Li Xuan's eyes surged with bone-chilling murderous intent, and his handsome face turned completely cold.

"Li Hongtao, I didn't expect to run into you again. We really are fated." When he saw the person beside Li Xuan, Yang Tian sneered coldly, then shifted his gaze elsewhere.

There were many people present, and more were still flying in from afar. A sea of black heads; if each person stomped their foot, it would scatter the clouds.

Just as Yang Tian closed his eyes to rest, the spatial passage ahead trembled violently. As the tremors grew, the surrounding space also churned, and cracks like spider webs spread out.

"It's about to open!" Countless people opened their eyes, their gazes burning as they stared fixedly at the spatial passage. A War King's cave dwelling held immense allure for them.

Able to construct a spatial passage, this War King must have been a figure of immense power and influence in life.

"This should be a tomb, right?" As waves of astonishing resentment burst forth, a flicker of surprise passed through Yang Tian's eyes. This should be the burial ground of a War King!

Boom! Suddenly, a deafening explosion erupted. The void around them burst apart, like a storm sweeping in all directions. Ear-splitting blasts sounded like falling stars, a scene of terrifying spectacle.

This fluctuation lasted for about ten breaths, and the spatial passage ahead finally stabilized. However, the surrounding space fragments still existed. Anyone with slightly stronger cultivation could directly draw energy from the spatial cracks.

"Slap... slap..." Countless people went mad. Their bloodshot eyes swept over the spatial passage as they surged into it madly. The dense mass of heads was terrifyingly oppressive.

"Something's not right..." Just as Yang Tian was about to dash forward, he suddenly noticed that the people on the mountaintop showed no intention of moving. A hint of contemplation flickered in his eyes, and he stopped in his tracks.

"Ah—ah—" Just as this crowd surged into the spatial passage, a thick black mist suddenly erupted from within. An extremely evil aura spread, accompanied by wails like ghosts and howls like wolves. The black mist was hideously terrifying, with skulls churning inside.

"Fall back!" Some people's pupils abruptly contracted as they roared, but it was too late. The black mist, like ocean waves, surged overwhelmingly, directly enveloping the dense mass of heads ahead.

"No—" Miserable screams and dense explosions resounded through the sky, making those who were slower run feel their scalps tingle. Blood flowed within the black mist, and every skull was stained with blood.

"Could this be a blood sacrifice?" Looking at the hellish scene ahead, a chill surged in Yang Tian's heart. The blood flowing from these people dyed the entire spatial passage red.

"So that's why those people didn't move—this cave dwelling requires a blood sacrifice to fully open." Glancing at the people on the mountaintop who were already eager to move, Yang Tian clicked his tongue in realization.

As more blood flowed, the entire spatial passage began to glow with an eerie blood-red light. The passage looked like a sea of blood, churning with torrents of gore.

"How many just died?" At this moment, the black mist ahead suddenly dissipated. On the ground lay dense piles of bones, stripped of all flesh, and a monstrous resentment surged forth.

Buzz! Just then, in front of the spatial passage, a blood-colored gate appeared before everyone's eyes, gleaming with an extremely eerie blood-red light.

Many people had already been frightened out of their wits and dared not step forward. This cave dwelling was too eerie; cave dwellings requiring blood sacrifices rarely appeared in the world.

"Let's go. It should be safe now." Qing Yuan glanced at the blood gate, and the three of them shot forward directly, entering the blood gate.

As they moved, the dense mass of heads below surged again. The entire blood gate was packed with people, like locusts, swarming madly inside.

Yang Tian scanned the crowd a few times, hesitated for a moment, then immediately dashed forward and rushed inside.

"Such strong resentment!" As soon as Yang Tian stepped through the blood gate, a monstrous wave of resentment hit him, instantly corroding his mind. His heart tightened, and his qi and blood surged out, fierce and unyielding, dispersing the resentment.

This was a long passage, a thousand zhang wide. Many people had already fallen to the ground, their minds shattered by the resentment, and many were slaughtering each other.

"Is this really the tomb of the War King?" Walking through the corridor, Yang Tian punched and shattered a figure that lunged at him. The corpse instantly turned into a mist of blood, which scattered onto the surrounding passage walls.

Along the way, Yang Tian encountered many corpses, all reduced to skeletons. The place was vast, an underground world, filled with a gloomy atmosphere.

Many people had been terrified out of their minds and desperately tried to escape. The ground was piled with bones like mountains. Some female cultivators even vomited outright. The scene inside was too brutal; many had died.

"Aoow..." Yang Tian called out Little White. The beast sniffed the air, then let out a few low whines. The resentment inside was too heavy; Little White's nose had failed, and it could not detect any treasure aura.

Yang Tian walked onto a sky bridge. Below was what seemed like a sea of blood. The bridge was clogged with people. The resentment below was too strong, causing many to die before they could even cross halfway.

"Damn it! Could this be a heretical cultivator's tomb? They're all dead, every last one..." A man wailed. Everyone who had come with him was dead, and now he was the only one left.

Many people looked grim, but few withdrew. Such tombs had appeared before, and some had obtained great treasures inside. If one could break through the outer palaces, there would be a turn for the better.

At the end of the sky bridge, a group of terrifyingly powerful cultivators had almost made it out. They wore protective garments, and the resentment could not even approach them.

"Roar..." Just as these people were about to leave the sky bridge, the blood sea below suddenly churned. Wailing sounds like ghosts and howls like wolves exploded. A monster completely shrouded in black mist emerged from the blood sea, radiating an extremely evil aura.

"What kind of monster is that?" Many were greatly alarmed. Even Yang Tian showed a look of shock. The monster was a hundred zhang in size, its entire body exuding an extremely evil aura.

"Could an evil creature have been bred inside?" Seeing this monster, many wanted to back out. For a creature to be bred, this tomb must have existed for tens of thousands of years, and the interior would be even more perilous.

A hundred-zhang-tall shadow, its body shrouded in black mist, with a pair of scarlet eyes, was now staring at the figures on the sky bridge, letting out a strange, grating laugh.

"Buzz..." Suddenly, the Ancestral Dragon Ring inside Yang Tian's body began to vibrate violently, as if it were about to break out. It wanted to slay the shadow.

"You can't come out..." Yang Tian was greatly alarmed. He had no idea what had gotten into the Ancestral Dragon Ring. He sent out waves of soothing thoughts to calm it. If it really attacked the unknown creature, it would surely draw attention.