351: Chapter 351 Relics Appear, Human-Beast Blood Sacrifice

Hun Tiandi smiled wickedly in his heart as he drank with Dao Sword, both of them catching up on recent events.

"Your progress in the Way of the Sword is extraordinary. To challenge a Three-star Dou Huang as a Five-star Dou Wang, such terrifying combat power is unparalleled!"

Hun Tiandi praised.

Hahaha!

"In the future, you and I shall duel again. Right now, you haven't reached your peak state, so I cannot sharpen my sword against you!" Dao Sword laughed heartily, his eyes filled with a burning battle intent.

Hun Tiandi did not refuse and nodded with a smile; he was also a man who loved battle to his core, filled with the seeds of combat.

Three days later, beneath the dark clouds, lightning struck down from the sky.

It struck a point on the sea surface, kicking up waves ten thousand feet high and forming a vortex that churned the pitch-black seawater, sending out ripples.

The ripples spread out in all directions.

A massive stone stele slowly rose from the seabed. On the bronze stele, a large character was inscribed.

Tomb of the True Dragon!

"Forbidden!"

A blood-red character appeared as if condensed from a sea of blood. Countless wretched magical beasts and humans seemed to be cast in blood, emitting a thick, bloody stench.

"Jie jie jie... It's actually the Tomb of the True Dragon. There must be many treasures inside..."

"Such bloody methods. I wonder how many lives were lost to cast these ancient characters!"

Experts from various forces in the surroundings stared at the bronze stele in horror with solemn expressions; no one wanted to be the first to approach.

It was bound to be extremely dangerous.

The ruins have emerged, the Tomb of the True Dragon!

"Oh? The ruins have appeared?" Dao Sword said in surprise, his gaze as sharp as a sword as he looked at the surging sea level.

"No matter, this Tomb of the True Dragon cannot be entered easily!" Hun Tiandi turned his head, his deep gaze looking toward the pitch-black clouds.

Jian Wuchen stood proudly in mid-air. Though his face was pale, his aura was even more sharp. He stared brilliantly at the bronze stele above the vortex.

His eyes were filled with heat. If he could obtain the treasures within, it would be of great benefit to his strength.

Beside him, Senior Sister Liu Hanbing was as cold as the moon, her lunar robes fluttering without wind as she watched everything indifferently.

In the distance, Tang Junyao's beautiful eyes were like ice. The unpleasant experiences of the past few days had caused a gloom to rise in her heart. All of this stemmed from several failed schemes; every time, the result was not what she desired.

"Damn that Yun Tian, why is he so hard to kill!" Tang Junyao cursed angrily.

Mu Qingluan stood on a distant mountain range, scanning the surroundings for Hun Tiandi's traces, but she found nothing.

"Impossible. He could never give up on a treasure land like this..."

While everyone was staring hungrily at the bronze stele, the dark clouds churned even more violently, and the sound of thunder became urgent, pouring incessantly into the sea.

Rumble!

Lightning, like snakes, slithered through the air and exploded toward the sea. Instantly, the magical beasts hidden beneath the water were blown apart, their blood staining the surface red.

The next moment, the crimson blood turned into strands of silk and was swallowed by the bronze stele, perfectly eroding it from the base until it turned blood-red.

Just like the ancient characters of the Tomb of the True Dragon.

"Forbidden!"

"Is this... a blood sacrifice?" Elder Mo Yun said in surprise, his voice uncontrolled, reaching the ears of the various forces.

As expected of the tomb of an ancient powerhouse; every step must be taken upon blood. If you want the treasures, you must trade your life for them!

Thunder poured down, and all the magical beasts attracted by the Tomb of the True Dragon became sacrifices as crimson blood spread.

In the deepest part of the Eastern Sea.

Inside a Dragon Palace, a man sat upon a throne wearing deep blue dragon robes. He had a pair of dragon horns on his head and appeared incredibly formidable. His body radiated a kingly aura, and his deep eyes seemed to contain a vast ocean.

This person was the master of the Dragon Palace, the Dragon King of the East Sea!

"Dragon King, the Tomb of the True Dragon has emerged. The magical beast blood sacrifice is halfway through. Should we continue?"

Beside him was a bowing old man with a tortoise shell on his back, his aura as deep as an abyss.

"Order the sea beasts to retreat. The remaining blood sacrifice will be completed by the humans themselves. Without paying a price, how can treasures be so easily taken?"

The Dragon King of the East Sea said coldly, his gaze piercing through the seawater as everything on the surface was imprinted in his eyes.

"As you command, Dragon King!" The old man then walked out of the Dragon Palace to execute the Dragon King's order.

"I wonder if a person of destiny will appear this time?" the Dragon King of the East Sea murmured softly.

Half of the bronze stele had already transformed into a blood-red color, translucent like blood jade and glowing with an eerie red light. A mysterious aura circulated around it.

The next moment, countless magical beasts slowly retreated, no longer charging toward the bronze stele, diving into the seawater and disappearing.

"What's going on? Why are the sea beasts retreating?"

"The blood sacrifice isn't over yet. These damn brutes..."

"Could it be that the rest of the blood sacrifice must be completed by us humans?" Mu Qingluan said uncertainly. As soon as she spoke, everyone's gaze fell upon her.

Sharp and cold, but this scene held no pressure for Mu Qingluan.

"Everyone, do you have a better explanation?"

The various parties fell into silence, turning to look at the half-blood-red bronze stele; no one dared to speak.

Kill!

Heaven-Slaying Sword-Drawing Technique!

Suddenly, Jian Wuchen struck out, attacking the distant Hehuan Sect. Sharp sword light erupted, a scene that infuriated Elder Mo Yun.

"Jian Wuchen, you deserve to die!" Elder Mo Yun was enraged and no longer held back. Dou Qi surged out of his body. Strangely, the battle between the two drifted toward the surroundings.

Invisibly, many forces were drawn in, forming a massive free-for-all.

One dead body after another fell from the sky, landing in the seawater with splashes. The bronze stele erupted with a devouring power.

Absorbing the blood, the half-transformed bronze stele was once again eroded by blood.

At a speed visible to the naked eye, it fully transformed into blood-red.

Half an hour later, the blood sacrifice was complete. The bronze stele was entirely blood-red, and it erupted with a terrifying beam of blood-light that soared into the sky.

It dispersed the dark clouds, and then a blood-light fell, plunging into the pitch-black vortex.

It became a blood-colored vortex, a full hundred feet wide, revealing a bottomless passage.

"Is this the passage to the Tomb of the True Dragon?" Jian Wuchen said coldly, charging in first and disappearing.

Senior Sister Liu Hanbing followed closely behind, and they both fell into the vortex.

The various forces no longer waited and leaped into the blood-colored vortex, preparing to enter the tomb first and claim the true treasures.

"Dao Sword, let's go. The Tomb of the True Dragon has opened!" Hun Tiandi spoke calmly.

Dao Sword nodded slightly, and the group swept toward the distance.

No one was left on the sea surface. Hun Tiandi and Dao Sword looked at each other, and Dao Sword spoke first: "I'll go ahead!"

After saying that, he led his guards and surged toward the blood-colored vortex.

Hun Tiandi looked at the hundred-foot-tall blood-colored stone stele. The character 'Forbidden' radiated the majesty of heaven and earth.

A feeling arose in his heart that this blood-colored stele would be helpful to him.

Soul power and Dou Qi surged out, enveloping the blood-colored stone stele and pulling it into the Netherworld.

The Netherworld.

A hundred-foot blood-colored stone stele stood between heaven and earth, a mysterious aura circulating, suppressing the four poles of the world.

"Eh? The Air-Locking Monument was actually taken away by someone. Interesting!"

Inside the Dragon Palace, the Dragon King of the East Sea watched this scene, a sharp light flashing in his eyes, filled mostly with curiosity.

"Let's go. Be careful after entering; safety first!" Hun Tiandi said to the group behind him.

Then his figure flew out, merging into the blood-colored vortex and disappearing.

Only the blood-colored vortex remained, slowly rotating.