351: The Art of Being in a High Position

Andrew opened the box in his hand, and the five Formation Flags lying inside suddenly emitted a terrifying might.

Andrew, Dragon One, Dragon Two, and the newly arrived Dragon Three and Dragon Four, unable to withstand the pressure, involuntarily retreated a few steps.

These five Formation Flags were the Blood Marshal's Sharp Weapons against enemies, imbued with a trace of Blood Rule, even more terrifying than the most top-tier Divine Artifacts.

Even against a Divine-Grade Peak master, one Formation Flag was enough to protect oneself.

If someone helped wield all five Formation Flags, even a group of Divine-Grade Peak masters could be trapped and killed.

Andrew brought these five Formation Flags because he couldn't enter the Small World. He planned to use the Formation Flags to refine the entire planet, and what remained would be the Rule-level item—the gate of flesh and blood.

"Arrange them according to the Primordial Star Vortex Array!"

"Refine it fiercely for me, refine the entire planet!"

"Don't leave a single speck of dust!"

Andrew commanded furiously when Xu Le's figure suddenly appeared: "Fellow Daoist, isn't this a bit too ruthless?"

"Ruthless? Dare to touch my family's treasure, and you must be prepared for the entire planet to turn to dust!"

Andrew waved his hand, and the four Dragons each took a Formation Flag and began to activate their magical power.

"Alas!" Xu Le sighed.

Andrew laughed heartily: "Regretting it now is too late! I'll keep you alive, let you watch your home planet turn to ash, and only then will I refine you into dust."

Xu Le shook his head: "My sigh isn't regret, but rather thinking of our Dao-forming friendship, to spare your life! Unfortunately, you won't give me the chance."

"What kind of thing are you, to be worthy of asking me for a chance?" Andrew cursed, then felt something was amiss.

Looking at his four subordinates, they were frantically blinking, making him curse loudly, "Why are you blinking so fast? Refine with all your might!"

How could they be blinking?

They were clearly flashing a warning!

The four Dragons felt bitter but had no choice but to obey the command.

They only felt a terrifying power pervading heaven and earth.

That power was not much inferior even when compared to Lord Blood Marshal.

Offending such a Rank master rashly, wouldn't that be like carrying a lantern in a latrine?

The five of them brandished the Formation Flags in their hands, and a terrifying bloody power surged towards Xu Le, only to be blocked by a white light shield.

"Refine it for me!" Andrew forcefully waved the Formation Flag, continuously pouring magical power into it.

The bloody color intensified by two points.

A trace of Blood Rule subtly emerged.

Xu Le extended his hand out of the light shield and grabbed that trace of Blood Rule.

The Blood Rule was like a startled small fish, desperately trying to escape, but Xu Le pinched it with two fingers.

The small fish twisted its body desperately, and dense blood-colored energy surged from the Formation Flags.

"Not good!"

Andrew's face turned pale, and the massive amount of magical power in his body rapidly depleted, barely able to withstand the Formation Flag's demands.

He wanted to throw away the Formation Flag, but it seemed to be stuck to his hand and couldn't be discarded.

The four Divine Dragons were also having a tough time. Seeing their master unable to hold on, they quickly squeezed their own magical power, actively increasing its flow.

The Blood Rule struggled desperately, but it was useless; its only use was to absorb the magical power of the five individuals.

Andrew began to threaten: "Who exactly are you? I am the Blood Marshal's eighteenth-generation great-great-grandson, release me."

Xu Le sneered: "I still prefer your unruly appearance."

Andrew was enraged, his tone began to soften: "I am the Blood Marshal's most favored great-great-grandson. If you kill me, you will incur Blood Vengeance and be hunted to death by the Blood Marshal!"

"Is that so? I don't believe it!" Xu Le had a deadpan expression.

"I'll f***ing..." Andrew was so angry he wanted to vomit blood, and hurriedly began to explain Blood Vengeance and the Blood Marshal's vast power.

Finally, it summarized into one sentence: Offend the Blood Marshal, and you'll die without a burial place.

"Is that so? I don't believe it!" Xu Le continued.

"I..." Andrew's eyes turned red, and his teeth ground audibly.

If his Divine Sea weren't empty and the Formation Flag hadn't started drawing blood and Lifespan, he would have started cursing.

He was the fish, and they were the chopping board.

He could only patiently recount the Blood Marshal's glorious achievements.

"Is that so? I heard the Nebula General is still alive and well." Xu Le began to twist the knife.

A voice suddenly rang out: "Little friend, it's impolite to bring up old wounds."

The bloody color in Xu Le's hand suddenly expanded, transforming into an old man draped in a blood-red robe.

"Old Ancestor, you've come!"

Andrew jumped up excitedly; he could finally throw away the Formation Flag in his hand, and he immediately tried to retrieve it.

The four Divine Dragons, however, felt uneasy.

They heard the Blood Marshal address him as 'little friend'.

Only those of equal Rank could address each other as 'friend'.

Could it be that in this desolate place, there was actually a Rule-level master?

The Blood Marshal waved his right hand, and over a thousand Formation Flags descended, trapping Andrew and the four Dragons within the array.

With a snap of his fingers, the five of them turned into blood, absorbed by the Formation Flags, without even a chance to scream.

"Damn, that's ruthless?"

Xu Le's heart was startled.

The Blood Marshal smiled: "This ignorant little fellow actually offended my little friend. I wonder if my little friend is satisfied with this punishment."

Xu Le: "..."

The Blood Marshal smiled: "Little friend needn't worry. This good-for-nothing is my descendant from who knows how many generations ago; his Bloodline is already so diluted there's not much left."

"However, it's rare for another Rule-level expert to emerge in the Divine Realm."

Xu Le curiously asked: "Your strength should be above mine, why be so polite?"

The Blood Marshal smiled: "I'm always like this to Fellow Daoists. The Nebula General you mentioned is also an old friend of mine."

As the Blood Marshal chanted, a nebula quickly appeared in the Void Realm, gathering and transforming into a human form.

"Oh, the Divine Realm has another Fellow Daoist of the same Rank."

After some conversation, Xu Le realized that rumors were mostly false and little true.

Nebula General and Blood Marshal were indeed friends.

In their eyes, beings below the Rule-level weren't even their kind.

Things like Bloodline kinship, moral laws, all were established by them.

The Blood Marshal smiled: "Does my Rule treasure still have use for little friend?"

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Seeing Xu Le's confusion, Nebula General began to explain.

It turned out that the gate of flesh and blood had two forms: normal and special.

In its normal state, entering the gate of flesh and blood, there was an eight or nine out of ten chance of raising one's cultivation to Divine-Grade Peak and then emerging alive.

As the number of times entering the gate of flesh and blood increased, the difficulty of emerging alive from it also increased.

After cultivating about a hundred Divine-Grade Peak masters, the gate of flesh and blood would enter its special state.

To emerge alive from it then, the survival rate was less than one in ten thousand. But once one survived, they would inevitably be a Rule-level master.

Then the cycle would repeat.

The Blood Marshal wanted the gate of flesh and blood to continue triggering its special state, and then cultivate another Rule-level master.

Xu Le suddenly understood.

Without entering the Rule, one would always be an ant.

Even if there were tens of millions of Divine-Grade Peak masters, they couldn't harm him in the slightest.

"The Rule is difficult to comprehend. I spent over three hundred million years, yet still only comprehended Elementary Blood Rule," the Blood Marshal sighed.

Nebula General said mournfully: "I'm even worse. After leaving the gate of flesh and blood for over three thousand years, my comprehension of the Rule hasn't progressed an inch. I even wonder if the gate of flesh and blood has side effects, preventing me from comprehending deeper Rules."

Xu Le's heart sank. He hadn't been away from the gate of flesh and blood for long, but he also hadn't felt any growth in his Contract Rule.

Before meeting the Blood Marshal, he even thought he was at the Rule-level Peak.

He never expected that the Blood Marshal, who was stronger than him, was still at the Elementary level.

Seeking the Dao is difficult!

Could it be that the gate of flesh and blood truly had side effects, making it impossible to delve deeper into the Rules comprehended through it?

"Eh!" The Blood Marshal suddenly exclaimed, his breathing heavy, "Your Small World actually has a Vortex Eye?"

Xu Le asked: "What is a Vortex Eye?"