201: Chapter 201 Forbidden Words, One Sentence to Subdue Ten Thousand Demons

His eyes lifted slightly, his deep gaze passing over the bowing Old Priest and sweeping across The Three Princes, who dared not even breathe.

Mad Blood Prince, whom he had previously suppressed, still lay on the ground, his face as pale as paper.

Su Changge cleared his throat, his voice deliberately low and laced with a hint of laziness, yet it reached every corner of the hall clearly.

"I have returned today to completely resolve the crisis of our clan's survival."

"You have followed me for many years; whether you are loyal or not, I have never forgotten."

"Today, I shall set a test to see your knowledge."

The Old Priest's already bent back bowed even lower, his old face filled with fear and devotion. The Three Princes also shuddered, their expressions becoming solemn. Even Mad Blood Prince on the ground struggled to squeeze out a fawning look.

Su Changge's fingertip tapped lightly on the armrest, producing a crisp echo.

"In the last hundred years, are there detailed records of spatial anomalies in this realm?"

"Tell me everything. If there is any concealment, you should know the consequences."

The Old Priest's body stiffened almost imperceptibly, seemingly not expecting the King's first test to be about this. But he dared not hesitate and quickly responded.

"In response to my King, our clan has studied the Law of space for a hundred thousand years to barely master the method of opening stable spatial rifts."

"Initially, we only wanted to find a Small World for our clansmen to migrate to. Who knew that on the other end of that rift, the Spiritual Qi was so dense it was inconceivable, far exceeding any Upper Realm recorded in ancient texts!"

"That is a natural Blessed Land, enough to allow our clan to escape the Curse of Bloodline Degradation!"

The Old Priest's voice couldn't suppress his excitement, and a fanatical light burst from his cloudy old eyes.

Su Changge listened quietly, but his heart sank inch by inch into an icy abyss.

These monsters had already treated his homeland as their own property.

Prince Jimie took a step forward and added excitedly, "Reporting to my King, for the past few centuries, that rift was always imprisoned by the boundary barrier and was impassable. Our clan once had Nascent Soul experts who risked their lives to enter, only to be instantly ground into dust by spatial turbulence."

"Until the day you returned! The spatial Laws of the entire Blood Abyss Realm boiled. We can clearly perceive that the barrier that imprisoned the rift for a hundred thousand years has loosened significantly!"

"My King, our clan finally has the chance to return to the Land of Light!"

By the time Prince Jimie finished, his voice carried a sob.

Su Changge's face still bore a calm and breezy smile, and he even nodded slightly, looking as if everything was under control.

But his internal organs felt as if they were being gripped tightly by a hand of despair.

Everything matched up.

The special effect of 'Divine Punishment' from when he descended had not only exposed his Origin but also, by some freak accident, shaken the final portal for these invaders.

A metallic taste rose in his throat, and Su Changge nearly spat out blood.

He forcibly suppressed his surging Qi and blood, his mind racing.

"Exchange for Pressure Special Effect, Level 1, duration ten minutes."

[10,000 emotion points deducted, special effect activated.]

The moment the System notification fell, a terrifying pressure swept out from the throne.

The air in the hall instantly solidified, the burning demon flames shrunk by half, and the light became dim.

Every Blood Clan Soul in the hall trembled, their blood froze, and even breathing became a luxury.

The Old Priest's back creaked under the pressure, and cold sweat instantly soaked his robes. The Three Princes all lowered their heads, losing the courage to look up at the throne. Mad Blood Prince on the ground let out a pained groan and curled up, shivering.

This was the King's true majesty! Far more terrifying than the descent of a True Immortal described in ancient texts!

The King, as expected, had long since seen through everything!

The Old Priest endured the trembling of his Divine Soul and looked up with difficulty, his voice shaking uncontrollably.

"My King... do you... do you already know all the details? Was that just a test of our loyalty?"

Su Changge did not answer.

He merely raised his eyes, his indifferent gaze sweeping over the prostrate Blood Clan members, and threw out a deeper question.

His voice was not loud, yet it exploded in the depths of every Blood Clan member's Soul.

"Do you know the method to root out the Source of Filth in this realm?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the fear and reverence on the Old Priest's face vanished instantly, his color draining until only endless horror remained.

After he spoke, there was dead silence in the hall.

The pressure that had almost compressed the air into substance remained, but now it was layered with a chill that could freeze the Soul, swallowing even the slight crackling of the flickering demon flames in the corners.

The Old Priest's furrowed face instantly lost all color, turning gray-white, and finally took on a waxy sheen like a corpse. His cloudy old eyes were wide open, and what rolled within them was no longer reverence, but a panic born from the depths of his Bloodline due to touching a taboo.

He began to shake, every bone in his body groaning; it wasn't the pressure from the throne, but the nightmare of the entire race being awakened by that name, which had been sealed for a hundred thousand years.

In a chain reaction, the demon flames in Prince Jimie's eyes suddenly went out, the shadows surrounding Shadow Kill Prince became disordered and peeled away, and the beauty on Succubus Prince's face, which was enough to topple nations, vanished completely.

Mad Blood Prince, who had just caught his breath on the ground, suddenly arched his body like a fully drawn bow, a rattling sound like a broken bellows coming from his throat, followed by a surge of dark golden blood. That was no ordinary injury; it was Heart Blood that had burned through his Origin. It splashed onto the stone floor, corroding deep pits with a sizzling sound. He coughed heart-wrenchingly, blood beads seeping from the corners of his eyes.

Su Changge sat on the throne, taking in everyone's reaction.

His heart was silently falling into a cold abyss.

Situation not right.

This reaction far exceeded his expectations.

"Source of Filth"—these words were not just a threat to them, but an unspeakable ultimate curse seal.

Were they afraid of the filth itself, or the method to eradicate it?

Countless questions tangled in his heart, but Su Changge's face showed nothing. He had to maintain this inscrutable posture; it was his only armor.

His eyelashes drooped slightly, and a chill seeped into his voice, carrying the displeasure of one looking down upon ants.

"What, does this question trouble you?"

The moment his voice fell, Su Changge's mind shifted, and the pressure enhanced by the System's special effect suddenly changed.

It was no longer simple pressure.

The shadows in the hall came to life, turning into countless tentacles composed of solidified blood and resentful Souls, silently crawling along the corners of the walls. The air became heavy, every breath carrying the metallic taste of rusted iron that burned the throat. The ancient demon runes carved on the ceiling flashed wildly, emitting a groan of being overburdened.

This power was no longer content with crushing the Physical Body; it wanted to drill into their Spiritual Platforms, usurp their thoughts, and declare that the King's will was the only heavenly principle of this realm.

Every Blood Clan member in the hall felt their True Spirit tremble under this will, and even their instinct to mobilize their blood Qi was stripped away.

Thud.

The Old Priest could no longer hold on, his knees hitting the ground as if they were shattering, cracking the obsidian tiles into a spiderweb pattern. He slammed his forehead into the rubble again and again, using all his strength.