Chapter 812: and translation of chapter title

He Yun

Yuan Zhen

A soul lamp exploded with a boom, the characters "Yuan Zhen" on the lamp base instantly dimmed. The disciples guarding the hall turned deathly pale, scrambling and crawling out of the hall.

Report!!! Elder Yuan's soul lamp has gone out!

The news exploded like a thunderclap, shaking the entire Great Sinful Sect. The Blood Daoist awoke from seclusion in shock, and a towering wave of blood swept across the main peak.

"Investigate!" The ancient voice echoed between heaven and earth: "Find out clearly who dares to move a person of my Great Sinful Sect!"

Twelve blood-colored figures shot through the air, withering plants wherever they passed. The Blood Slaughter Ancestor personally employed the "Blood Tracing Great Method", yet what appeared in the mirror was the scene of the demon realm continent, and finally a golden light severed the connection.

"Demons…" Sect Master He Yun showed neither joy nor sorrow, but instead laughed: "Excellent! The demons have also entered the fray."

At that moment, the Blood Daoist suddenly stood behind He Yun and asked, "Who died?"

"Reporting to the ancestor, it is Elder Yuan Zhen who was sent to Luohuang Zhou."

The Blood Daoist raised an eyebrow: "Has Yuan Zhen died? Is it related to the demons?"

Luohuang Zhou

Great Merchant Association

Holy Heart Alliance

Whether it be the Great Sinful Sect, the Great Merchant Guild, or any other power, or humans and demons alike, they are nothing more than pieces on a chessboard.

Chaos Beyond the Heavens

Sect Master

Inside the hall, Pang Mingde's natal jade slip suddenly shattered, and the guarding elder spat out a mouthful of blood. The holy ground's bell tolled long and loud, nine rings at most—this is the funeral bell for a fall of the Unity Dao realm.

Sect Master Fan Sixian glanced calmly at the elders arriving together: "I intend to make a trip to the demon realm to demand an explanation."

"Sect Master, please reconsider!" the Grand Elder hurriedly urged, "The matter of Elder Pang's fall has not yet been investigated clearly; if you rashly go to the demon realm…"

"Rashly?" Fan Sixian sneered, pointing outside: "Look outside! Elder Yuan Zhen of the Great Sinful Sect is dead, and our Elder Pang Mingde is dead—now the entire cultivation world is watching us two families become a joke!"

Indeed, silhouettes of cultivators from various sects could be faintly seen around the holy ground. Some even openly used recording stones to document the situation of the two sects, and Fan Sixian also grew somewhat angry.

"Sect Master, I think the most important thing now is to discuss the affairs of Luohuang Zhou and find someone to take over quickly, otherwise our arrangements there would be wasted."

"Yes, Sect Master, investigating Elder Pang's cause of death and stabilizing the situation in Luohuang Zhou do not conflict; I suggest…"

Recording Stone

Both sects simultaneously assigned new personnel to Luohuang Zhou to take over the garrison affairs.

And at this moment.

Blood Daoist, He Yun, and the Sect Master Fan Sixian of the Paolang Sacred Land sat together in the same hall with their three Great Vehicle Stage cultivators.

In fact they knew everything, but this matter involved the saints' scheming, and even they could not escape it.

Now each sect has lost a He Dao stage Elder, but that is only a harbinger of the coming storm.

Blood Daoist sat cross‑legged in the center of the main hall. In his hands he cradled a small blood pool, and upon close inspection the pool contained countless corpses, each exuding the aura of the He Dao realm. He Yun sat nearby, too frightened to speak.

"Grandmaster, it seems the Holy Heart Alliance has already disclosed the matter of the Primordial Son to the demon race," He Yun's voice came: "Yuan Zhen's death is probably only the beginning."

Blood Daoist slowly opened his eyes, and ten thousand blood‑red stars reflected in his pupils: "The saints have been scheming for three thousand years; can the lives of a few He Dao cultivators truly break it?" He lightly tapped his fingertips, and a map of the Five Realms emerged in the blood pool.

He Yun's pupils contracted sharply: "That would require abandoning seventy percent of the disciples…"

"If you discard seventy percent, only thirty percent remains," Blood Daoist sneered, "If you press everything down, not even a single seed would be left."

As he spoke, Blood Daoist looked at the three Great Vehicle Stage cultivators of the Paolang Sacred Land: "What do you intend to do?"

Fan Sixian clasped his hands and said, "Grandmaster, we have our own considerations regarding this matter."

"The old dragon in that mirror cannot be trusted," Blood Daoist scoffed, hinting at something.

The three Great Vehicle Stage elders seated in high positions instantly changed expression; Supreme Elder Chu Xiu furrowed his brows and snorted coldly: "You'd better tend to your own affairs first."

"Heh heh heh," Blood Daoist chuckled a few times, offering no reply.

Another Supreme Elder beside him furrowed his brow and asked, "Do you know the origin of that ancient mirror?"

"Hmph," Blood Daoist hummed, "Do you think I would tell you?"

Having said that, Blood Daoist took He Yun and prepared to leave.

Fan Sixian turned back, his voice echoing, "Supreme Elders, this concerns the saints' scheme; perhaps we should consult the Grandmaster."

"Tsk!" Chu Xiu sounded somewhat displeased, emitting a cold click.

The other two Supreme Elders conferred briefly and agreed with Fan Sixian's suggestion.

"Grandmaster, please stay!"

Fan Sixian immediately rose, came over and blocked Blood Daoist and He Yun.

"What's that? Want to interrogate me?" Blood Daoist said lightly.

Fan Sixian laughed, "Grandmaster, where does that come from? This ancient mirror indeed has an extraordinary origin; in the present world, apart from the saints, perhaps only the Grandmaster knows its provenance. If the Grandmaster is willing to help us unravel the mystery of this ancient mirror, the Paolang Sacred Land will henceforth regard the Great Sinful Sect as its master!"

Blood Daoist raised an eyebrow, looking toward the three Supreme Elders aloft.

Oh?

Do you intend to use advancement as retreat, making the Great Sinful Sect a scapegoat?

However Blood Daoist was unbothered, and instead laughed: "The ancient mirror you hold is a chaotic object from beyond the heavens. If I'm not mistaken, it should have sealed a dragon from beyond the heavens; this dragon has an extraordinary origin and is likely connected to those primordial deities."

"What?!"

Whether it was Fan Sixian or the three Supreme Elders, their expressions changed abruptly, and no one could tell what they were scheming in their hearts.

Blood Daoist, seeing their silence, turned and left with He Yun.

After Blood Daoist departed, Chu Xiu finally closed his eyes and sighed, "Do we truly need to rely on the power of that ancient mirror?"

"Otherwise how can we get through the saints' scheme? Fortunately Blood Daoist also has his own plan and is willing to be our shield!" another Supreme Elder said.

Beside them, Fan Sixian clasped his hands and said, "Supreme Elders, our sect believes the Grandmaster is very likely already preparing for ascension."

Huh?!

Chu Xiu's pupils constricted, and the faces of the other two Supremes also instantly darkened.

But no matter what, now is not the time for them to fight among themselves. Back then, wasn't suppressing the Blood Dao Person done precisely in anticipation of today?

Otherwise, how could they have dared back then to risk the great taboo of the world and secretly hide the Blood Dao Person, only daring to let him reappear in the world after tens of thousands of years?

"How could the Blood Dao become a sage? Even if the Blood Dao Person has accumulated enough, the sages of the Nine Heavens and Five Domains would absolutely not permit it."

"Yeah, we've only just survived two rounds of the myriad tribulations, let alone not having survived the three calamities and five hardships; considering such a distant matter is truly unnecessary."

"Yeah." The three Great Vehicle Stage cultivators sighed with emotion.

Fan Sixian's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and, sensing the situation, they withdrew from the hall.