92: ancestor god

“Boom!!!”

A massive wave of Qi surged out Li Ke a hurricane.

Nearly half of the manor’s buildings collapsed into dust under this terrifying impact.

In the sky, three massive trout statue phantoms suddenly dispersed,

reverting into countless tiny trout schools that swam chaotically in the air.

On the ground,

Sheila’s enormous arm, constructed from countless corpses, also couldn’t withstand the terrifying recoil and exploded with a bang.

Large amounts of fragmented corpses rained down Li Ke a storm.

“Hahahahaha!!! Die!”

Sheila laughed even more maniacally.

The scattered corpse fragments in mid-air began to squirm eerily.

As if possessing independent life, they continuously wiggled, grew, and multiplied in the air, seemingly attempting to reform into a massive corpse arm.

However, the Old Ancestor in mid-air,

after this strike, not only did his aura not weaken in the slightest,

but it surged upwards at an incredible speed.

He began to chant ancient, obscure prayers.

As the prayers were recited, the dispersed small trout schools rapidly re-coalesced.

Soon, they reformed into three massive trout statue phantoms, even more solid than before.

Not only that, these dozen or so massive trout statue phantoms also began to fuse with each other.

In the blink of an eye,

an incredibly massive greenish-black trout statue phantom appeared in the sky,

obscuring the sun and covering the entire Yan Jin Manor.

An indescribable ancient pressure emanated from this gigantic trout statue phantom.

It slowly swayed its massive body, its hollow fish eyes locking onto Sheila below.

Then, its form slowly vanished into the Void Realm.

Instantly,

a tremendous sense of life-or-death danger enveloped Sheila.

Sheila’s sickly smile on her face abruptly froze,

and her maniacal laughter ceased.

Her massive corpse arm, composed of countless corpses, had not yet fully formed.

Behind her in the Void Realm,

an incredibly massive trout statue phantom had silently appeared.

The moment it appeared,

the surrounding space, Li Ke a frozen lake, instantly solidified.

Sheila wanted to move, but her body was Li Ke an insect trapped in amber.

Every movement became incredibly difficult, and she could only move extremely slowly.

The massive trout statue phantom opened its enormous mouth,

about to swallow her whole.

“Boom!!!”

At this critical moment,

Sheila’s massive, bloated corpse body suddenly exploded without warning!

Countless corpse fragments, mixed with foul-smelling flesh and blood, shot in all directions Li Ke scattering flower petals.

Scattering everywhere.

“Thousand Needle Hell!”

At the same time, countless steel needles, gleaming with cold metallic light,

descended from the sky Li Ke a converging black tornado of death.

They accurately shot towards the massive trout statue phantom, temporarily obstructing it for a moment.

The figure of “Needle-Faced” Marcus, prostrate on the surface of the flying carpet,

streaked rapidly across the low sky, extending his hand sharply,

and grabbed a pale yet eerily perfect face from the scattered corpse pieces.

It was Sheila’s face.

“Let’s go!”

Marcus’s voice was hoarse.

“That Old Ancestor has the power of the entire Bloodline Family condensed within him. Don’t get entangled with him!”

Before his words finished,

the hairy flying carpet beneath his feet had transformed into a blurry streak of light,

completely ignoring the wailing expression on Sheila’s face, and rapidly fled towards the night outside the manor.

Almost simultaneously,

the massive trout statue phantom quietly vanished into the Void Realm again.

The next instant, it appeared in front of the flying carpet’s escape path, attempting to intercept it.

However, countless dense steel needles once again burst forth from Marcus’s body,

coalescing into a giant steel needle disc in the air, briefly obstructing the trout statue phantom’s pursuit.

Ultimately, the streak of light successfully broke through the interception,

and disappeared into the distant night sky after a few flashes, leaving no trace.

After Sheila and Marcus’s figures completely vanished,

in mid-air,

the Old Ancestor with green hair and beard, the faint green flames burning on his body, gradually receded and calmed.

Revealing an incredibly aged face, covered in deep wrinkles.

He looked down, surveying the almost flattened and dilapidated Yan Jin Manor below.

A hint of regret and weariness flickered in his sunken eye sockets.

The next moment,

the incredibly massive trout statue phantom glided back,

silently coalescing into a huge, distorted trout statue behind him.

The statue floated silently in mid-air, emitting an eerie aura that made one’s Soul tremble.

It was precisely the huge fish-shaped statue that had been worshipped in the center of the secret chamber earlier.

“Klaus’s Bloodline…”

The Old Ancestor’s hoarse voice echoed in the night wind.

“Come back!”

“Fuse with your ancestors!”

As his words fell, countless tiny fish school phantoms, Li Ke a tide, emerged from all corners of the sky.

They swam around the dilapidated manor, emitting faint whispers, as if searching for something.

Soon, these small fish schools each carried back wisps of incomplete Soul fragments, emitting faint light.

These were the residual Souls of the deceased Claus Family members in the manor that had not yet completely dissipated.

The small fish schools cast these shattered Souls, wisp by wisp, into the huge trout statue phantom behind the Old Ancestor.

Immediately after, from the hollow maw of that trout statue phantom,

new trout statue phantoms, emitting a faint green light, slowly began to emerge one by one.

These newly born trout statue phantoms quickly gathered into the massive fish school in the sky,

making the size of that fish school even larger.

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“Ancestor God?”

In the deepest reaches of the Shadow Realm,

within a deep, dark crevice,

Li Ke sat on the broad shoulder of the Silver Armor Corpse, his gaze penetrating layers of shadows, looking distantly at the scene outside the shadows.

When he saw the residual Souls of the Claus Family members merge into that massive and ancient statue, transforming into tiny trout statue phantoms,

he let out a cry of surprise.

Only at this moment did Li Ke finally discern the essence of the Claus Family’s peculiar method.

They were actually forging an “Ancestor God.”

That massive trout statue,

was likely formed by the Fusion of countless Souls of the Claus Family’s ancestors through some secret art.

And the Claus Family, precisely through this special Bloodline secret art,

linked the Souls and Bloodlines of all their descendants to this trout statue.

Accumulating over time, passed down through generations.

This created a massive Soul aggregate unique to the Claus Family.

This aggregate could cleverly distribute the Bloodline disease symptoms on high-ranking Family powerhouses to a large number of descendants.

Allowing the entire Family to collectively bear and dilute the erosion of the Bloodline disease,

thereby maintaining the stability of the Family’s high-tier combat power.

Furthermore, the longer the Claus Family existed, the more Souls and Bloodlines of descendants were incorporated into this statue.

The accumulated Souls of the ancestors would become even more terrifying,

effectively creating a great weapon for the Family…

No wonder Elder Yoder’s Bloodline secret artifact earlier was a trout statue.

This Bloodline secret art was essentially a sacrifice to the “Ancestor God,”

and the Bloodline secret artifact was their medium for “inviting the God.”

In Li Ke’s memory,

the Witch Clan in the cultivation world was also extremely skilled in similar methods.

The ancient Ancestor Gods they had worshipped for tens of thousands of years in their tribes possessed power that could even rival true Immortals.

“These true Bloodline Families with millennia of Legacy truly have no simple characters,”

Li Ke mused to himself.

Perhaps other true Bloodline Families with millennia of Legacy also possessed some unimaginable special secret arts.

Either resisting, or bearing, or transferring that terrifying infection of the Bloodline disease…