Chapter 995: A Clan Lost to Ancient History, the Scripture of Sacrificing All Life, the Inspiration for the Third Technique of the Cr

At first, Jun Xiaoyao hadn’t noticed.

Now, upon closer inspection, he realized the towering white bone mountain, over ten thousand zhang high, was in fact a single massive white skull.

It was horrifying, sending chills down the spine.

A single skull, towering ten thousand zhang—equal to a colossal mountain.

To some extent, size and power are proportional.

“Could this skull be that of the fallen Dark Immortal who perished here?” Jun Xiaoyao frowned.

Suddenly, he noticed something else.

Near the forehead of the white bone skull, there was a faint mark.

Upon closer look, it resembled a blurred six-pointed star insignia.

“The Six Destroyer Kings?”

Jun Xiaoyao’s gaze trembled slightly.

Earlier, Elder Mu of the War God Academy had only told him that the Great Sacrifice Bloodland held the remains of an Immortal King from beyond this realm.

He never mentioned the Six Destroyer Kings.

Jun Xiaoyao had only just learned of it now.

He also noticed that the Divine Weeping Battle Spear within his space artifact had begun to tremble faintly.

Its surface was coated in a layer of bloodlight, flickering with each breath.

Jun Xiaoyao grew even more curious.

He walked straight forward, arriving at the summit of the skull, where the black ancient stele and the blood-red mandrake flowers lay.

“This is terrifying—some great omen of doom!”

On his shoulder, the Little Divine Demon Ant trembled slightly.

Its ant instinct dared not probe the black ancient stele.

It immediately retreated into Jun Xiaoyao’s sleeve.

Jun Xiaoyao waved his hand and collected all the blood-red mandrake flowers surrounding the stele.

Blood-red mandrake flowers, plus the Ten Thousand Spirits Blood Elixir.

Plus the Heavenly Immortal Fruit from the Heavenly Immortal Tree within his inner universe.

These resources were sufficient to help Jun Xiaoyao condense his physical laws and break into the True Supreme Realm.

But what truly interested Jun Xiaoyao was this black ancient stele.

He cast a single glance.

Its surface was densely covered in ancient script.

At the very beginning were seven blood-drenched ancient characters.

Hate! Hate! Hate! Hate! Hate! Hate! Hate!

They looked as if written in blood.

The seven “hate” characters seemed to accuse this heaven and earth, all living beings, and even fate itself.

“Was this left behind by the skull’s owner?” Jun Xiaoyao pondered.

What had that Destroyer King endured to write these seven characters?

Below them was engraved a scene.

Amidst dense black clouds, a dark figure, half-Buddha, half-demon, descended upon the earth.

Like a primordial demonic god, its body filled the entire heavens and earth.

A pair of blood-red eyes, like lanterns of blood, hung in the sky.

Around this demonic god, blood-red mandrake flowers bloomed everywhere.

On the ground, countless living beings trembled like ants.

They screamed in agony, wailing as if trapped in the Eighteen Layers of Hell.

This was a scene of a demonic god sacrificing all life!

Below it was an extremely complex and arcane ancient text.

Even with Jun Xiaoyao’s insight and intellect,

He could not comprehend it in a short time.

But he could confirm one thing: this was a scripture of sacrificing all life!

Within it, Jun Xiaoyao caught fragments of information.

“Great Black Heaven…”

Jun Xiaoyao murmured those three words.

He had read about them in the War God Academy’s library—they were a clan lost to ancient history.

But records of this clan were scarce; little information had survived.

Jun Xiaoyao stared at this scripture of sacrificing all life.

The more he read, the more delight shone in his eyes.

“Sacrificing all life—this must be the core inheritance of this imperial clan.”

It was well known that the imperial clans of the Beyond Realm each possessed their own core inheritance and innate divine art.

Like the Mingzhao Imperial Clan’s Mingzhao Eye, or the Mojie Imperial Clan’s Magic Power Immunity.

And sacrificing all life must be the core ability of this imperial lineage.

The so-called Offering Power!

Jun Xiaoyao’s eyes gleamed brightly, brilliantly, as if countless runes and Dao principles intertwined within them.

Somewhat faintly, his intuition was stirred.

Previously, if Jun Xiaoyao wished to comprehend this scripture of sacrificing all life, it would have taken great effort.

But now, with the War God Scroll, he could comprehend it in a short time.

Jun Xiaoyao had a premonition.

If he could fully comprehend this scripture of sacrificing all life, he would grasp the essence of this imperial lineage.

Then, he could refine and integrate it into his own primordial Dao art, the Creation Chronicle.

Forming its third technique.

The Creation Chronicle was Jun Xiaoyao’s life’s work.

Without inspiration, Jun Xiaoyao would never force himself to create an imperfect technique.

Precisely because of this meticulous, demanding standard, the Creation Chronicle had only two techniques so far.

Divine Light.

Divine Punishment.

Jun Xiaoyao wanted to use this scripture of sacrificing all life to comprehend an even more terrifying technique.

One that would surpass Divine Light, Divine Punishment—even surpassing their fusion of light and darkness.

After making his decision, Jun Xiaoyao did not hesitate—he began preparing immediately.

But this time, Jun Xiaoyao did not merely intend to comprehend the third technique of the Creation Chronicle.

He also intended to break through to the Supreme Realm.

So time would certainly not be short.

And he would need to focus, undisturbed.

Jun Xiaoyao raised his hand, and sealing array patterns surged forth.

Around the white bone mountain, he set up the Fourth Seal of the Immortal-Blocking Array, sealing space.

He sealed this space, shielding it from external interference.

Additionally, Jun Xiaoyao summoned fifteen layers of Magic Power Immunity Divine Rings, enveloping the entire space.

“Even a Seed-level figure couldn’t break in within a short time.”

After setting up his safeguards, Jun Xiaoyao sat cross-legged before the black ancient stele.

From his inner universe, he retrieved the Heavenly Immortal Fruit, the Ten Thousand Spirits Blood Elixir, and the blood-red mandrake flowers.

Plus many other resources: Undying Herbs, Immortal Sources, and more.

As the War God of the War God Academy, Jun Xiaoyao had access to resources of terrifying abundance.

As for the Little Divine Demon Ant, Jun Xiaoyao tossed it into his inner universe.

His inner universe, evolved from the World Tree into a dust-world, now had rudimentary rules established.

It could now support life.

Of course, it still couldn’t match the full complexity of the external world.

After making all preparations, Jun Xiaoyao began his cultivation and comprehension.

In the blink of an eye, seven days passed.

Elsewhere in the Great Sacrifice Bloodland,

Su Hongyi moved through it.

Somewhere in the depths of fate, a thread seemed to pull her toward the heart of the Great Sacrifice Bloodland.

“What is it?”

Su Hongyi was puzzled.

She knew nothing of her origins.

Since gaining consciousness, she had been adopted by a slave couple.

She had no idea who her parents were, or which clan she came from.

She never deliberately concealed anything from Jun Xiaoyao.

Now, Su Hongyi’s heart was pounding.

She vaguely felt she was drawing near some truth.

Black mist churned ahead. The earth-bound spirits appeared.

Just as these earth-bound spirits emerged.

Su Hongyi’s slender frame trembled inexplicably.

The cursed force sealed and compressed by Jun Xiaoyao suddenly stirred, as if pulled by some unseen force.

The earth-bound spirits’ cold, eerie gazes locked onto Su Hongyi in an instant.

Then they all lunged at her together.

On Su Hongyi’s pale, delicate face, there was not a trace of fear.

Her pair of blood-red pupils seemed to glow even more vividly.

“My lord saved this broken life of mine; I’ve nearly died once—how could I fear you?”

Su Hongyi herself did not realize that, when a firm resolve took root in her heart.

Blood-red mandrake flowers suddenly bloomed within her blood-red pupils.

At the very moment the blood-red mandrake flowers surfaced from Su Hongyi’s pupils.

The earth-bound spirits, as if confronted by something even more terrifying than themselves, froze in primal dread.

One by one, their forms dissolved into black smoke and vanished.

This stunned Su Hongyi, who had been ready to fight.

Yet this bizarre scene only strengthened her conviction: deep within the Great Sacrifice Bloodland, something tied to her must lie hidden.

Su Hongyi pressed deeper.

Thanks to the blood-red mandrake flowers in her eyes, she encountered no obstacles along the way.

Even earth-bound spirit kings of supreme rank dared not approach her.

Of course, other prodigies who entered the Great Sacrifice Bloodland were not so fortunate.

But some powerful figures moved with astonishing speed and quickly reached the depths.

Such as the hunting squad formed by the Prince of the Beyond, the Blood Emperor’s Son, the Count Meng Emperor’s Son, and others.

While slaughtering numerous Immortal Realm prodigies, they also advanced swiftly toward the heart of the Great Sacrifice Bloodland.

Also, an elite decapitation squad from the Immortal Realm, composed of an ancient imperial clan, swiftly penetrated the depths.

“Huh, look over there!”

Xuan Haokong of the Dragon King Palace, his golden eyes forged like molten gold, shot divine radiance toward the distant bone mountain.

“Found him!”

The eyes of the ancient imperial clan’s prodigy seeds locked onto it.