Dominating Martial King-Chapter 1529 - 526: True Spirit (Background - )_3

Chapter 1529: Chapter 526: True Spirit (Background Chapter)_3

"Burial Sky?"

The Three-Eyed Priest’s lips curved slightly: "What if I tell you, in at most two years, Burial Sky will fall to their state, treated like livestock by the gods?"

Zong Shenhua’s expression drastically changed, his face turning pale: "How is that possible?"

Could Demon God Zangtian, that extraordinarily powerful War Lord, fall to the same fate as the Blood Bat Three Ancestors?

This Demon Lord, though despised and feared by countless ignorant mortals, was like a towering pillar, supporting the ’sky’ above the Divine Continent Clan!

He and the last Holy Emperor of the Human Clan were the two existences most dreaded by the gods.

But now, this towering pillar was about to collapse, and the sky above the Human Clan would crumble halfway.

"How is it not possible? Burial Sky has supported the Demon Domain for a long time; since His ascension, it’s been two million years. His will is astonishingly strong. But in this world, unless it is the truly indestructible ’Evil Exorcism Divine Thunder,’ nothing else cannot be destroyed, cannot be corrupted.

What’s ridiculous is that Burial Sky still wants to fight to the death and actually swallowed the Demon Star Luo Hou, which will only drive Him insane faster. For Him to resolve this catastrophe, He would need the help of someone with Pangu’s Essence Soul."

The Three-Eyed Priest clasped his hands behind him, speaking with sarcasm: "When Burial Sky falls, the next one will be Li Tan. So the Human Clan of the Divine Continent has no future; they will inevitably perish and once again become the Slave Tribe of the bloodline of all gods."

Zong Shenhua remained silent, his face grim and uncertain.

"But you, Zong Shenhua, are different. You only need to complete a blood exchange upon ascending to super-grade, and you will be a noble Golden Crow Pure Blood Descendant, with no more ties to the Human Slave Tribe."

At this moment, the Three-Eyed Priest turned his body, handing a golden seal to Zong Shenhua: "Take it. It will let you control the Blood Bat Mountain Three Ancestors as if enslaving pigs and dogs. Although it’s not yet fully refined, I guess you’ll urgently need their power soon."

As the Three-Eyed Priest finished speaking, the giant bat below the high platform suddenly paused.

It glanced around, then let out a mournful wail filled with unwillingness.

It seemed to want to awaken its companions, the mournful sound shook the soul, sending sound waves blasting toward the other two statues.

However, at this moment, the Three-Eyed Priest flicked his sleeve, causing the body of the Blood Bat Stone Statue to crumble into fragments and fall to the ground.

He laughed: "Your ancestor’s will is still rather tenacious, but it’s short-lived! In at most a month, He will completely collapse. During this time, you should quickly ascend to super-grade."

"I obey the Divine Master’s command!" Zong Shenhua took the seal, bowing to the Three-Eyed Priest with gratitude.

Yet, he was smirking bitterly in his heart.

His words implied that he needed to complete the blood exchange soon.

However, Zong Shenhua had little attachment to his human body.

Two hundred years ago, he understood that for mortals of the Divine Continent to ascend to godhood, they must not do so in human form.

The blood exchange was imperative!

Should he end up with the same fate as the three ancestors?

It’s simply a fate like those of pigs and dogs.

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At the same time, Chu Ming nervously stepped into the topmost floor of the Scripture Pavilion.

The Scripture Pavilion had a peculiar array; all Outer Disciples of the Formless Divine Sect and above could, within the scope of Formless Divine Mountain, connect with the Scripture Pavilion using the Formless Divine Seal in their Primordial Spirit, remotely browsing the books of the Scripture Pavilion and exchanging various cultivation techniques and classics.

However, the books above the seventh floor of the Scripture Pavilion must be personally retrieved from the Scripture Pavilion in exchange.

When Chu Ming reached the final step of the nine-story staircase, her heart began to pound.

She clenched her fists tightly, her facial muscles tense, to mask her anxiety and unrest.

After stepping into this floor, Chu Ming glanced around.

She first saw Lu Luanti.

This woman was sitting in the southernmost part of the Scripture Pavilion, engrossed in a book titled "Pingtian Sword Technique Explanation."

Seeing Lu Luanti, Chu Ming’s heart thumped, filled with panic and disorder.

This was one of Chu Xisheng’s mistresses, known as the ’Illusion Blade Lord,’ ranked one hundred and thirty-two on the Earthly List; her combat prowess alone far exceeded Chu Ming’s.

Moreover, this woman carried three Cloud Sea Sword Puppets, which, at their limit, could exhibit strength close to the Heavenly List.

Chu Ming could only tell herself not to panic.

Within the Formless Divine Sect, she only had a feud with Chu Xisheng.

So among the hundreds of thousands of fellow disciples of the Formless Divine Sect, only Chu Xisheng had the legitimate reason to take revenge on her.

No matter how strong Chu Yunyun and Lu Luanyi’s combat prowess was, they were bound by sect rules and couldn’t harm her.

When she received news today that Chu Xisheng had left for the Endless Icefield to advance in cultivation, he was no longer in Formless Divine Mountain.

So the recent period was an excellent opportunity for her to exchange for the first move of the Divine Intent Touch Death Blade, ’Divine Intent Blade Heart’!

Thinking of the name ’Chu Xisheng,’ Chu Ming’s eyes gradually turned crimson.

Two years ago, she never imagined that Chu Xisheng was actually Chu Zheng!

He had come back to life, walked out from the grave, killed her mother, killed her brother, and severely injured her father!

The once glorious Western Capital Chu Family had been brought to the brink of disaster by this beast, as precarious as a pile of eggs!

But why should it be?

Although after Chu Fengge’s death, she had oppressed and humiliated Chu Zheng, who told him, a frail, sickly person, to stubbornly cling to the position of Heir of Duke Wei, preventing her father from obtaining the title?

In the end, it was her father who personally buried Chu Zheng in the coffin!

But by then, Chu Zheng was already on the brink of death!