Half of the Blood Saint’s soul ascended, leaving not even a trace of his bones behind.
Violent thunder struck the very spot where the Blood Saint died, as if even the heavens deemed him a filthy grime.
Ye Bai and Big Gray emerged from the Thunder Pool, feeling a sense of relief in their hearts.
That indomitable cockroach was finally dealt with.
In the dark and profound underground, a series of buildings lay sprawled like a giant dragon, majestic in presence.
In one corner of this grand architecture, the Blood Palace burned like crimson flames in the abyss, scorching the tranquility of the dark.
The enormous hall seemed like an ancient fierce beast, curling underground without a trace of daylight, with only its endless blood-red hue emitting a bizarre yet sacred aura.
Inside the Blood Palace, the towering dome almost seemed unreachable, embedded with countless tiny blood-red gems, skulls were everywhere, reflecting the palace master’s taste.
The pillars of the palace were made of large blood-red crystals, akin to solidified flowing blood, chilling to the bone, occasionally accompanied by the wails and struggles of souls.
At the center of the palace stood an altar crafted from Pure Blood Crystal Stone, emitting a faint red glow, covered in ancient and mysterious runes rumored to contain the power of manipulating life and death, and summoning the undead.
The Blood Pool was a miniaturized altar refined based on these runes.
Through the altar, one could open the Secret Realm where the Blood Legion was stationed.
The air was suffused with an oppressive suffocating sensation.
Surrounding the altar were several large pools, their waters a deep dark red, resembling coagulated blood.
Deep within the palace, there was a throne crafted from blood-red bones.
The man on the throne had scarlet eyes and blood-red hair, wrapped in blood-red light.
Above his head floated a blood-red crystal, continuously streaming threads of blood extracted from the crystal, merging with the blood aura above the man’s head, forming an illusion of a blood-red lotus.
The Red Knights and other followers of the Blood Saint all kneeled below, unmoving and unwilling to disturb the Blood Saint’s cultivation.
The Blood Saint had reached the peak of Tier Four, just a step away from breaking through to Tier Five.
Then the resurrection association’s holy war could be initiated.
With control over the Blood Legion, the Blood Saint might possess the strength for a battle.
Suddenly, the illusion of the red lotus vanished abruptly.
The Blood Saint’s body let out a miserable scream, spitting out a mouthful of black blood.
His blood-red pupils were filled with terror.
The Red Knight rushed forward in large strides: "Saint, what’s wrong, Saint!"
The Blood Saint rolled his eyes, his body convulsing violently, veins bulging all over.
His teeth emitted a rattling sound. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ novel⦿fire.net
The Red Knight had never seen the Blood Saint in such a wretched state.
"Red... Knight.... go find.... Elder Wind.... now... only he... can save me..... my other half of the soul.... has vanished."
After saying this, the Blood Saint completely fainted.
Upon hearing this, the Blood Knight uncharacteristically shook the Blood Saint, shouting anxiously.
A series of red blood threads appeared in her palms, these threads wormed into the Blood Saint’s body like earthworms.
This was the Blood Knight’s ability, blood manipulation.
In the unconscious Blood Saint, his body was like an open door.
Coupled with the fact that the power in the Blood Saint was of the same origin as the Blood Knight’s, she easily entered the Blood Saint’s sea of consciousness.
She saw the Blood Saint’s soul was dispersing.
Like a venomous snake hidden in the shadows, the Blood Knight patiently waited.
In a position unseen by the other followers, her lips curved slightly, secretly thinking, "Half of the Blood Saint’s soul has already vanished, without the elder’s help, the Blood Saint is likely to fall."
"I’ve waited for this day, not knowing how long I’ve waited."
The Red Knight carefully placed the Blood Saint onto the Blood Bone Throne.
"I’ll go find Elder Wind, you all guard His Highness the Blood Saint here."
"Don’t let me catch you making moves, or else."
An overwhelming aura burst from the Red Knight’s body, and the kneeling followers below felt as if their backs were burdened with thousands of pounds.
They sweated profusely, forced to lie prostrate, barely daring to breathe.
None noticed a trickle of blood oozing from the Blood Saint’s mouth, clearly shaken by the reckless pressure of the Red Knight.
"Take care of the Blood Saint. If something happens to Him, you’ll all be buried with Him."
The Blood Knight strode swiftly out.
The resurrection association has three great halls: Blood Palace, Spirit Palace, and Power Palace, arranged in a triangular formation.
And at the center position lie the four elders of wind, fire, water, and earth, as well as the supreme President’s palace.
Upon exiting the Blood Palace, a winding path made from blood-red stones appears, with eerie blue wall lamps flickering darkly and bizarrely, occasionally accompanied by soul wails.
After passing through the long corridor, the Blood Knight saw the four great palaces of Wind, Fire, Water, and Earth floating in the sky.
The Storm Palace stood in a secluded place surrounded by endless gales.
The gales seemed to howl incessantly, the towering buildings pierced the clouds, seemingly just a line away from the firmament.
The guardians of the Storm Palace were a group of Storm Eagles, each possessing Tier Five strength.
And the leader of the Storm Eagles had even more, possessing Tier Seven strength.
The feathers of the Storm Eagles’ bodies were slender, blue in color, with three feathers on their heads entwined with storms. It’s said they use these three feathers to adjust their flight path.
Their talons were as sharp as brass knuckles, capable of punching a giant hole even in hard rock.
The Storm Eagle leader flapped its wings and descended from the sky: "Blood Knight, why aren’t you serving the Blood Saint in the Blood Palace? What are you doing here?"
"The Wind Elder is currently in seclusion for cultivation and can’t see you now."
The Blood Knight’s heart was overjoyed, but then showed a tense expression: "What should I do? The Blood Saint has encountered a mishap, half of his soul has mysteriously disappeared."
"Right now, only the Wind Elder can save him."
The Storm Eagle leader wore a serious expression, knowing that the Blood Saint was a crucial part of the Resurrection Association’s Trinity Plan. Before going into seclusion, the Wind Elder repeatedly instructed that no issue should occur with the Blood Saint, or it would all be for naught.
"How about this, I’ll send a message to the Wind Elder for you. As for whether he will see you, that’s not up to me."
The Storm Eagle leader shot a green light into the Storm Palace.
After waiting for two or three minutes, the Storm Eagle leader suddenly opened its eyes: "The Wind Elder wants to see you, head to the Storm Palace."
The Storm Eagle leader lightly flapped its wings, and a massive wind gust appeared under the Blood Knight’s feet.
She rose into the air, flying toward the Storm Palace.
This was a special ability of the Storm Eagles, Storm Manipulation, allowing them to control airflow and grant exotic beasts or humans the ability to temporarily fly.
The palace doors were tightly closed, carved with statues of swirling gales, lifelike in detail.
At this moment, the palace doors opened slightly, and the Blood Knight felt a tremendous suction pulling her into the palace interior.
The inside of the palace was dark and solemn, with candlelight flickering, casting a faint halo.
The walls were inlaid with blue runes, each seemingly containing immense power, emitting a faint glow.
At the center, a massive idol was enshrined, its face unclear, holding the Staff of Storms, as if any moment it could summon a storm from heaven and earth.
An old man with white hair was floating at the center of the palace.
He was the master of the Palace of Wind, also a high-ranking elder of the Resurrection Association—Wind Elder.
At this moment, he was gazing up and down at the Blood Knight.
"Blood Knight, the Storm Eagle leader just informed me, did the Blood Saint encounter an accident?"
The old voice emanated from the elder’s mouth.
The Blood Knight hurriedly knelt on one knee.
"The Blood Saint said a part of his soul has perished, and he asked me to find you to save him."
The Wind Elder’s expression was displeased; ever since that guy became the Blood Saint, he’s caused numerous troubles.
The number of times he had to clean up after him was innumerable.
"Blood Knight, why do I sense fear and nervousness within you?"
The Wind Elder suddenly opened his eyes and loudly questioned.
The Blood Knight remained calm and composed, knowing that the Wind Elder was testing her now.
Anyway, she wasn’t the one who directly caused the Blood Saint’s issue; she just delayed a little.
"Wind Elder, I am confused and perturbed about whether the Blood Saint will survive, and what will become of our line under the Blood Saint."
She portrayed the scene of being worried and puzzled about her superior falling into a coma.
The Blood Knight felt the Wind Elder’s gaze shift away.
She knew she had passed this hurdle.
"I told the Blood Saint long ago to move step by step and not act impulsively."
"Sixteen years ago, his own soul dispersed, and he survived using a secret technique, yet here he is brewing another mess."
A gust of wind surged from the Wind Elder’s body, howling and making the entire Storm Palace emit a roaring sound.
Before long, the wind returned, enveloping the Wind Elder, and he reopened his eyes.
"The Blood Saint cannot be saved, his soul has completely returned to the earth. Throw his body into the Blood Altar, and we’ll start selecting the new Blood Saint again."
"Once his body is melted by the Blood Altar, the inheritance will naturally appear, guiding you to find the new Blood Saint."
The Blood Knight wanted to ask a few more questions, but her body was directly moved out, though her goal was achieved, leaving her in a particularly comfortable mood.
At that time, in the Secret Realm, Ye Bai discovered that at the moment of the Blood Saint’s death, equipment dropped.