"If that’s the case, as the evil cultivator of the Southern Region, I would need a technique to sacrifice ten thousand living beings to cause significant harm to Ai Cangsheng."
"These countless beings, do they die, or do they not?"
Does the existence of the Ancient War God Platform determine such things?
If it can, then the standard of this "baseline" should be very flexible, maybe defined by the will of the War Ancestor.
And if we consider the seemingly paradoxical "sacrifice thod" solely from the perspective of "war" and the "War Ancestor"...
"Others subjectively wanting to help, might find there’s no help to offer."
"But if it’s soone between the two sides of war who has a technique and needs to sacrifice others, if those people don’t flee, could they truly be sacrificed?"
"Whether or not the War Ancestor revives, they don’t know... Anyway, everything centers on the completion of ’war’, and everything else is secondary?"
Elder Sang got disconnected.
Xu Xiaoshou tossed this kind of thinking towards Dao Qiongcang and received a "yes" in response, which he understood.
The Demonic Emperor Black Dragon was obviously not the only one to appear.
Before the world had ti to think more, from that corner of the Abyss Island stuck in the sky’s crack, another surge of power erged.
"Pfft..."
This familiar strange sound caused the people’s hearts to tremble.
But it wasn’t the infernal white fla, not from Lord Shou, not Sleeveless.
Instead, along with the sound spread a sea of white flas, from which walked out a wretched saint with shackles on hands and feet.
He appeared human, face unclear, seemingly old, wearing tattered prison clothes from the Dead Sea, burnt and ragged.
As he stepped out from the sea of fire, the fiery domain crumbled with a roar, myriad forces converged into a single point, and during that, the Holy Emperor elder pointed at Sleeveless’s forehead.
"Pfft——"
The Sleeveless Saint Servant ignited in white flas in an instant.
An outsider would likely be in unforgettable pain at this mont.
Yet he felt imbued with soul and life force, all energy movents warming.
Seeing this, Xu Xiaoshou ceased transmitting vitality spiritual energy.
"Great Infernal Ancestor!"
"The Ultimate Grand Ancestor’s Great Infernal Ancestor."
"Legend says he was born from the Ancestral Tree Sky Tree, beca a Holy Emperor with the origin spirit of Infernal Hell Fire, embracing various heavenly flas, capable of burning Dao thods and spiritual longevity."
Another Holy Emperor!
The five regions only sensed an earthquake.
Was the sky about to collapse? How in this world, where the higher void claims supremacy and the demi-saints cap, could so many previously unknown Holy Emperors unexpectedly surface with confirmation of their past existence?
There wasn’t much ti for Feng Zhongzui to explain further.
As soon as he finished speaking, another figure slowly materialized behind the Sleeveless Saint Servant.
This person’s body was even more illusory, impossible to perceive, felt like a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood instead.
Yet behind him were borne seven blood trees, their roots tightly grasped onto his back, as if anchoring an illusory being that should have faded.
Feng Zhongzui’s voice was trembling:
"Seven Trees Emperor..."
"Ancestor Trees, blood trees, spirits of this world?"
Among the Nine Great Ancestral Trees, not many focus on warfare.
Nine Sacrificial Osmanthus, Dragon Apricot, and other such layabouts need not be extensively interpreted.
In fact, even the Ancestor Tree Leader God Worship Willow hasn’t fused a Holy Emperor’s position on the combat level to achieve the Holy Emperor State.
God Worship Willow is known for trickery, famous for ritual worship, skilled in the Path of Guiding and the way of spirit and soul.
But setting aside external aids and added reputation, genuine hand-to-hand combat.
Without question, one-on-one, probably no other tree stands out like the blood tree, except Sword Hemp at its right.
Feng Zhongzui whispered tremblingly:
"I’ve heard that the Seven Trees Emperor is a master of guidance, or rather, the blood trees excel at guidance."
"In its pri, it almost engulfed the other eight Great Ancestral Trees, fortunately, the Ancestor of Sorcery intervened..."
"But this seems to be one of the roots of the Ancestor of Sorcery’s corruption too? Uh?"
This is terrifying!
After hearing the family head’s words, Feng Zhongzui didn’t even know if anything he was interpreting now would touch upon any cause and effect.
Yet the family head hadn’t finished speaking, so he could only brace himself to recount past misunderstood events, linking them together:
"The Blood World Pearl of the Five Decays of Heaven and Man sealing demi-saints is suspected to be from the Seven Trees Emperor’s hands?"
"The Outer Island of Abyss Island’s Nine Forbidden Grounds, one nad ’Blood World’, once ran a ghost beast, possessing First Pavilion in the Sky mber Liu Changqing."
"The ghost beast nad ’Patriarch Wuji’, is actually under the Seven Trees Emperor, practicing the Divine Secret, Xuan Wuji?"
"And it was the collaboration between Patriarch Wuji and Saint Servant Water Ghost that opened the battle on Abyss Island?"
What kind of guidance is this?
The more Feng Zhongzui spoke, the more fearful he beca; he had never considered the opening of the Abyss Island conflict from this perspective.
In his eyes.
In the eyes of the people of the five regions.
Abyss Island is an opportunity, a sudden blessing, granting the Five Domains Refining Spirit Master a chance at providence.
Soone fighting there simply involves interests, wanting more, hence robbing path, that’s all.
But originally...
Is it also a conspiracy?
Orchestrated by the Holy Slave and Abyss Island Holy Emperor ghost beast into a plot from the imperial city’s war, targeting the pinnacle combat strength of the Holy Divine Palace?
Whether a conspiracy or sche is moot now.
After the Seven Trees Emperor appeared, likewise a phantom, likewise not the true form.
Similarly infused a power into the Sleeveless Saint Servant.
"Sizzle..."
At this mont, the fissures in Elder Sang’s Sleeveless· Red Scorched Body began faintly gathering vitality.
Though there’s still a bit of deficiency...
"From the White Vein’s Three Ancestors, already two have appeared, what about Lord Qing Shi of the Divine Prison?"
As soon as Feng Zhongzui finished speaking, a cyan chain shot distantly from the wall of the Abyss Island’s corner.
With a bang.
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