452: The Ancestral Awakening

Chapter 453: Drum, Come! Five Thunders Shaking the Heavens! The Ancestor Awakens!

Fang Yuan nodded.

"Almost."

The screams behind them soon weakened and finally disappeared completely.

The darkness deep in the dungeon, like a man-eating beast, swallowed those wicked and ugly human natures, along with their flesh and bones, completely.

A flash of understanding crossed Frieren's beautiful blue eyes.

Although she still didn't quite understand the complex concepts of Eastern metaphysics, she could feel that Fang Yuan had made the most correct choice.

It really wasn't worth taking action for those scumbags.

They had more important things to do.

"Let's go." Fang Yuan's voice pulled Frieren back from her thoughts. "The main character should be just ahead."

The two delayed no longer, following the increasingly dense scent of blood and evil in the air, heading toward the deepest part of the dungeon.

The further they went in, the more eerie blood-colored runes appeared on the walls on both sides of the passage.

Those runes were like living things, slowly writhing on the walls, emitting energy fluctuations that made one's heart palpitate.

Finally, at the end of the passage, a huge underground hollow appeared before them.

This was the core of the entire castle, the source of the Blood Sacrifice Grand Formation.

A huge sacrificial hall.

On the floor of the hall, circle after circle of incredibly complex blood-colored Formation patterns were carved, forming a massive and sinister Formation.

In every line of the Formation, thick blood flowed slowly, converging toward the very center.

And in the center of that Formation, a massive black stone coffin was placed.

The material of the stone coffin was neither metal nor stone; it was pitch black throughout, its surface covered in spiderweb-like cracks, as if it would shatter completely at any moment.

Wisps of visible black evil energy were constantly seeping out from those cracks, staining the air of the entire hall with an ominous grayish-white hue.

At this moment, the few Black-Robed Men who had been hiding in the shadows were all kneeling before the stone coffin.

The leading Black-Robed Man held his hands high, his body trembling violently from extreme excitement, his mouth frantically chanting unintelligible incantations in an ancient and raspy language.

As he chanted, the light of the entire Blood Sacrifice Grand Formation grew increasingly blinding, and the blood flowing in the Formation patterns began to boil.

"The ritual is nearly complete! The Great Ancestor is about to return!"

The Black-Robed Man abruptly stopped his chanting, turned around, and shouted fanatically to his subordinates behind him.

Those subordinates were also flushed, their eyes filled with morbid excitement and anticipation.

They had prepared for this day for a very, very long time.

Once the Ancestor descended, they would gain eternal life and become the new Dominators of this world!

However, just then.

A flat voice, completely out of place with the fanatical atmosphere of the scene, suddenly rang out in the hall.

"You're being too noisy."

The voice wasn't loud, yet it clearly reached the ears of every Black-Robed Man, like a bucket of ice water, instantly extinguishing all their fanaticism.

The leading Black-Robed Man's body stiffened, and he whipped his head around.

When he saw Fang Yuan and Frieren standing at the entrance of the hall, the face hidden under the hood was instantly filled with disbelief.

"It's you?!"

He let out a sharp cry of alarm.

"How can you still be alive! What about the Vengeful Spirits and Hellhounds!"

He couldn't understand it at all.

Why did the death game he had carefully arranged, those terrifying monsters enough to make ordinary people collapse in despair, have no effect at all on these two?

Fang Yuan didn't even bother to answer his question.

In his eyes, these guys were no different from dead men.

He just calmly looked at the stone coffin ahead that was constantly emitting evil energy.

The next second, the space behind him underwent a slight distortion.

A simple and heavy giant drum, entirely of bronze and covered in profound lightning patterns, slowly emerged out of thin air.

five thunders shaking heaven drum!

The moment this Divine Artifact left behind by the ancient God of Thunder appeared.

An indescribable, magnificent heavenly majesty swept through the entire sacrificial hall like a storm!

Before this pure and ultimate thunderous Divine Might, the evil aura pervading the air melted and retreated frantically, like snow meeting a scorching sun.

The originally blinding Blood Sacrifice Grand Formation on the ground was suppressed even harder by this power; its light instantly dimmed, and the boiling blood in the Formation patterns stopped flowing.

The Black-Robed Men kneeling on the ground all let out a muffled groan, feeling as if an invisible mountain had slammed down onto their Divine Souls, making even lifting their heads a luxury.

The leading Black-Robed Man bore the brunt of it, feeling that terrifying power that made his very Divine Soul tremble, finally realizing what kind of terrifying existence he had provoked.

Extreme fear instantly swallowed all his reason.

"Quick! At all costs, awaken the Ancestor!"

He used all his strength to let out a shrill scream.

As he spoke, he was the first to unhesitatingly bite his fingertip, and a drop of Essence Blood containing his entire cultivation transformed into a streak of blood, shooting toward the black stone coffin.

The other Black-Robed Men behind him also reacted immediately, following suit and offering their own Essence Blood.

They knew very well that this was their only chance to stay alive!

"Too late."

Fang Yuan watched the streaks of blood flying toward the stone coffin and softly uttered two words.

He slowly raised his hand, his slender fingers lightly tapping the massive drumhead in front of him.

The movement was casual, as if he were brushing away dust.

"Dong!"

A drumbeat that wasn't particularly loud rang out.

A visible ring of purple lightning storm, centered on Fang Yuan, instantly spread out in all directions!

The few Black-Robed Men rushing at the front didn't even have time to scream before their bodies were decomposed on the spot by the violent lightning power the moment they touched the storm, turning into ashes.

The leading Black-Robed Man was slightly stronger and didn't die on the spot, but he was also violently blown away by this peerless power.

He crashed into a distant wall like a ragdoll and then fell heavily to the ground, spitting out large mouthfuls of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs.

He looked up, through blurred vision, at the figure walking as if taking a stroll, his eyes filled only with endless despair and regret.

Just then.

The few drops of Essence Blood that successfully landed on the stone coffin were instantly absorbed by the coffin body.

"Boom!"

An earth-shattering explosion.

The black stone coffin, already covered in cracks, could no longer maintain its form after absorbing the final energy and burst apart!

A terrifying pressure far exceeding all previous monsters, and even surpassing the Nascent Soul Stage, descended like an awakening primeval Vicious Beast!

Amidst the flying rubble.

A pale, withered hand with nails as sharp as knives slowly reached out from the pile of rubble.

That hand lightly rested on the edge of the shattered stone coffin.