41: Chapter 41 Blood Prison Suppresses Spirits! A Three-Hundred-Year Conspiracy Was Actually a Sacrifice for the Blade

"What this Blood Sacrifice Grand Array is truly trying to awaken..."

"Kid, I won't tell you, just to make you suffer."

"Hehehe."

The dried corpse couldn't help but toy with Gu Han.

Gu Han's pupils trembled, his fingertips turned cold, and he forcibly suppressed the churning blood and Qi in his chest.

The dried corpse looked down at him from above, its scarlet eyes flickering with a playful glint.

It was unknown when eyes had appeared in its previously empty eye sockets.

"Kid, you are more tenacious than I imagined."

The giant grinned, revealing sharp fangs.

"It's a pity, you won't live past tonight."

"The more tenacious you are, the happier I, this Seat, will be."

Gu Han gripped the broken saber in his hand tightly; the blade was covered in cracks and could shatter at any moment.

But he had no way out; he could only fight.

The entrance had already closed when he came in.

Right now, Gu Han did not have the jade talisman to pass through the Blood Sacrifice Grand Array in his hand.

"Boom!"

The giant dried corpse punched down, and Gu Han rolled to the side; the ground where he had been standing instantly exploded into a three-foot-deep pit.

Gravel splashed, carving several bloody marks on his face.

"Run? Can you escape?"

The giant sneered, the five chains clattering, his figure as fast as lightning, catching up to Gu Han in the blink of an eye.

Cold sweat seeped from Gu Han's forehead, and his Nine Hells True Qi surged wildly through his Meridians.

He swung his saber fiercely, the blade carving a faint blue arc.

"Clang."

The giant did not dodge or evade, taking the blow directly with his chest.

Amidst the scattering sparks, Gu Han's saber finally could not bear the burden.

With a "crack," it broke into two pieces.

"Hahaha!"

The giant laughed wildly, his fan-like hand slapping down towards his head.

"Die for me!"

At the critical moment of life and death, Gu Han's wit saved him, and he performed a roll to get behind the giant dried corpse.

At the same time, Gu Han discovered a black iron door.

Furthermore, he noticed that the place where the giant dried corpse had originally been hovering was constantly absorbing the blood mist.

The blood mist disappeared, as if entering a black hole.

"Kid, you cannot escape!"

The giant sneered and turned around, the five chains clattering.

"Be obedient and be devoured!"

"If I, this Seat, am happy, perhaps I can make it less painful for you, suffering less torture."

"Boom."

Immediately after, the giant dried corpse punched the ground in front of Gu Han.

Instantly, the ground collapsed into a large pit, and gravel splashed.

Amidst the splashing gravel, Gu Han's left shoulder was pierced by a sharp stone, and blood instantly soaked half of his robes.

"Little mouse, come here."

The giant sneered and swung the chains; the five black iron chains blocked all of Gu Han's escape routes like living creatures.

Gu Han gritted his teeth and pulled the stone from his shoulder, his Nine Hells True Qi circulating wildly to stop the bleeding.

From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of that black iron door, with eerie blood mist constantly seeping out from the door cracks.

And at the source of the chains behind the dried corpse, the blood mist was forming a vortex, being devoured crazily.

"This Blood Sacrifice Grand Array... what is it feeding?"

Gu Han's gaze was heavy, his expression solemn.

"Kid, have you discovered it?"

"You observe very carefully."

The dried corpse suddenly stopped attacking, its scarlet eyes narrowing into slits.

"It's a pity it's too late."

"The Blood Sacrifice is already eighty percent complete; once the Hour of the Rat arrives... hehe..."

Gu Han leaned against the wall, his broken saber held horizontally in front of his chest.

"What exactly are you plotting?"

"It wouldn't hurt to tell you."

The giant dried corpse actually stopped attacking, revealing a smile like a cat playing with a mouse.

Perhaps it was because it had been suppressed for three hundred years for too long.

A dignified Blood God Cult Grand Elder was actually dawdling with a nobody like Gu Han.

"These three hundred years, the Blood God Cult has sent an Array Master to the Celestial Prison every ten years; do you think it was really to save people?"

"Do you really think I, this Seat, was captured and brought in?"

"The Zhenwu Division does not have that ability."

Gu Han was shocked inside.

No wonder the Blood God Cult could set up such a grand array under the nose of the Zhenwu Division; it turned out they had been locked in voluntarily.

"Three hundred years ago, our Sacred Cult obtained an ancient evil object—the blood river netherworld blade."

The giant dried corpse spread its arms, the chains clattering.

"But the blood river netherworld blade was already heavily damaged."

"The artifact spirit inside the blade had long since disappeared."

"After investigation, we discovered that to recast this ancient Divine Artifact,"

"we needed to gather various Evil Qi, Killing Intent, Death Qi, resentment, and the Imperial Dynasty's Luck."

"After much thought, only the Zhenwu Division's Celestial Prison was the most suitable."

"Once the Blood Sacrifice is complete and this supreme treasure is awakened, the entire capital will turn into a sea of blood."

"The Great Chu Imperial Family's Luck will also be drained dry."

"By then, our Sacred Cult will rule the world and govern all the people."

"Hahaha!"

"Little mouse, you can clearly become my nourishment now."

"Come here."

Immediately, the giant dried corpse's sharp claws tore through the air; Gu Han barely dodged with a roll, and five deep grooves were blasted into the stone wall behind him.

During the evasion, the wound on his shoulder split open again.

The scattered blood was sucked by the giant dried corpse, landing on its palm.

Then, the giant smelled the blood drop and put it into its mouth.

"Kid, your blood is very special."

"It is much more delicious than other blood."

The giant dried corpse licked the bloodstains on its claw tips, its scarlet eyes suddenly lighting up.

"The Nine Hells True Qi has actually merged into your blood?"

"It seems you have practiced the Nine Hells Demon Suppressing Art very proficiently."

"Good! Too good."

"Such blood is the most delicious."

Gu Han backed against the black iron door, panting heavily.

"Am I going to die here?"

A sense of despair couldn't help but well up in Gu Han's heart.

"Back then, the Nine Hells Daoist used the Nine Hells Demon Suppressing Art to suppress three of our Cult's Elders."

The giant dried corpse approached slowly, the chains clattering.

"Killing his successor tonight can be considered getting back some interest."

Before the words had finished, the five chains suddenly shot out violently.

Gu Han's pupils constricted; this speed was several times faster than before.

"Sshh."

A chain grazed his left abdomen, and Gu Han let out a muffled groan as the Nine Hells True Qi instinctively surged toward the wound.

Eerily, the blood-colored runes on the chain suddenly dimmed, as if corroded by the True Qi.

"Hmm?"

The giant dried corpse's face showed shock.

"You can actually erode the Blood Evil Chains?"

"You have actually refined the Nine Hells True Qi to this extent?"

"Impossible?"

"Then I cannot let you live even more."

"Kill!"

The dried corpse no longer had the relaxed demeanor of a cat catching a mouse, becoming filled with rumbling Killing Intent.

Obviously, it was very wary of Gu Han's Nine Hells True Qi.

It was afraid that Gu Han would grow into another Nine Hells Daoist.

Instantly, the sky-filling Killing Intent enveloped the entire space.

Within the giant dried corpse's Killing Intent range, Gu Han was suppressed and unable to move.

The manic trigger inside Gu Han's body was even more stirred by this Killing Intent.

The giant dried corpse's Killing Intent pressed down like a tide, and Gu Han's bones emitted "crack" sounds of being unable to bear the burden.

His eyes were bloodshot, and the Nine Hells True Qi in his body circulated crazily, but he was still suppressed and unable to move.

"Kid, being able to die before the altar of the blood river netherworld blade is your honor!"

The giant dried corpse sneered and raised its sharp claws; the five fingers turned into blood-colored spears, piercing directly at Gu Han's heart.

"Am I going to die..."

Countless images flashed before Gu Han's eyes.

Zhao De's care, the various things from his past life...

Finally, it settled on a small line of text on the last page of that "Nine Hells Demon Suppressing Art" book.

"Nine Hells Demon Suppressing, Dragon Elephant Self-Manifests."

"Dragon Elephant... Dragon Elephant!"

Just at the moment when the blood-colored spears were about to pierce his chest, the long-dormant manic symptoms inside Gu Han's body suddenly erupted.

An unprecedented burning heat exploded from his Dantian, rushing straight through his Meridians to his limbs and bones.

Dark golden patterns appeared on the surface of his skin, covering it layer by layer like dragon scales.