At the sa ti, directly above the Blood Source Secret Realm located underground on Shampoo Island.
A black and red World Rift, just wider than a human body, sliced through the thick mountainside and had erged about a third of the way.
Through the rift, one could clearly see the Sea of Origin Matter on the other side, with its rolling black tides, alongside an island resembling Shampoo Island like a mirrored image.
Upon it lived all manner of bizarre and monstrous transford beings, their numbers tens, even hundreds of tis that of the city in the Underworld.
The bloodshed from their mutual slaughter was also more than a hundred tis greater than that within the Blood Source Secret Realm.
A group of Black Witches had long been waiting here.
The leading figure was a tall, fair-skinned lady holding an engraved ivory fan, dressed in a blood-red evening gown.
This was none other than the current Grand Priest of the Bloodthirsty Cult, the Leech Lady.
She appeared to be in her early twenties, but the alluring charm she exuded was far beyond that of a girl of her apparent age.
Her explosive physique seed sowhat exaggerated. The neckline of her gown plunged low to her navel. Below a narrow waist barely wide enough to grasp, the smooth fabric accentuated the round curves of her buttocks.
The high slits on either side of her dress revealed two long, slender legs that resembled pillars of jade, making the high heels on her feet seem almost superfluous.
Her body also radiated a special insect pheromone, imperceptible to normal humans, but to all the Insect Wizards behind her, it was utterly entrancing.
Clearly, neither the Swarm, which wanted to control insects with spores, nor the Leech Lady herself trusted the human heart.
They preferred to rely on their own controlling Black Sorcery.
At this mont, the female Black Witch faced the World Rift. A blood-red Leech wriggled out from her palm, oscillating from side to side as if sending a ssage.
Soon, a smile touched her lips. "The ti should be about right. My Leeches left near the Black Church have sensed the ritual beginning. Begin at once!"
"Yes, my lady."
Her entourage of Black Witches imdiately began to pour blood from various wild Animals, Demon Monsters, Sea Monsters, Bizarres, Humans, and more into a crucible, one bottle after another.
Lastly, the Leech Lady sliced her wrist and added a drop of her own fresh blood.
The crucible, now containing the blood of at least a thousand different creatures, began to boil on its own, turning into a thick Blood Mist that drilled into the World Rift.
The dense stench of blood cald the battling transford beings for a mont, but then they plunged into even more ferocious combat.
Mother of Creation, Lilith, was not quite like the other corpses of the Old Gods.
Her sleeping place was not fixed but constantly moving with a cyclical ocean current.
Each month, at a set ti, she would pass by this Third-Rate World Rift with the ocean current of the Sea of Origin Matter.
The Bloodthirsty Cult’s tradition of holding a small sacrificial ceremony each month and a grand one quarterly also stemd from this (Chapter 322).
Although distance and space held little aning in the Sea of Origin Matter, the closer one was, the better the effect and the richer the knowledge gained.
Timing the sacrifices with the cycle beca the most cost-effective choice.
Later, the Leech Lady was the first to discover that the title "Mother of Creation"—she who created myriad creatures—indeed seed to have an inherent connection with all life.
Conducting sacrificial rituals with the blood of various creatures could attract her to appear ahead of ti.
The more diverse the species gathered, the stronger the attraction to the corpse.
As was the case at this mont, as the Blood Mist rushed into the World Rift, waves in the distant Sea of Origin Matter quickly surged, and a hint of crimson arrived in an instant.
The Leech Lady dared not look too long, promptly diverting her gaze downward. It seed as if she could see through the thick mountain stone to Byron in the Black Church below, undergoing the Sublimation Ritual, her eyes full of anticipation. According to the cult’s accumulated experience over many years, not to ntion those lowest-level Ghouls, or the middling Insect-n, even the most orthodox Half-Night Devils, those closest to Lilith’s origin—if they encounter Lilith’s true body suddenly appearing during their ascension and hear the Old God’s whisperings that she emits incessantly, they will be contaminated by her without any resistance.
On the surface, it may not seem too abnormal, but in reality, they would have beco deeply hidden madn!
Constantly passively listening to her Divine Inspiration, in not more than a year or two, they would turn from madn into true Bizarres.
Having this No. 17 test subject, a specin of considerable talent, beco a Living Affiliate communicating with Lilith during his ascension should definitely yield a wealth of forbidden knowledge in a short ti!
If he has the habit of keeping a diary or Sailing Logbook, even better.
After his filtering and digesting of the Old God’s whisperings, it will also be safer for us to read.
Baron, sir, this is the collective hope of the cult’s Grand Wizards and your King. Do not disappoint us.
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As the ritual proceeded, Byron’s body had beco a three-way battlefield: the forbidden knowledge representing Beastliness and Power; the Storm Admiral representing Divinity and stability; and the Flow State representing self and domination.
To be more precise, the latter two combined forces to counteract the pull of the bloodline ascension ritual and Beastliness. This prevented it from veering into unknown ravines like a wild horse breaking free of its reins.
Mother of Creation, Lilith, likely masters an extrely terrifying number of non-human forms. Even though the Blood Banquet Chalice ritual now has a corresponding directionality, if one’s own ability to dominate is insufficient and one relaxes midway, it’s not completely impossible for the bloodline to fall.
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