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Though the entrance was narrow, the space inside the cave was quite large. In the center stood an ancient altar. Surrounding it were supposed to be eight chains descending from above, but the chains had vanished into thin air.
As he approached, he saw that the altar was covered in intricate inscriptions, and at its center lay a massive platform. Embedded within the platform was a black, withered hand, larger than a small mountain—this was the left hand of the Blood Emperor!
Chen Moxuan felt an aura here that was even more sinister and violent than that of the Crimson Flame Mountain Range. What was happening here was far more serious than anything in the Crimson Flame Mountain Range. The seal had been broken?! Chen Moxuan was taken aback.
Looking at the giant, withered hand lying quietly on the platform, Chen Moxuan furrowed his brow tightly. The mysterious figure had the ability to break the seal; why hadn’t he taken the Blood Emperor’s left hand with him? He checked again and confirmed that the mysterious figure hadn’t cast any dark magic here, which was truly illogical.
Could it be that his goal wasn’t this hand but something else? Or perhaps this was just part of his plan, with a greater conspiracy still to unfold?
Chen Moxuan didn’t have time to ponder further; he knew all too well the danger posed by this withered hand. Without hesitation, he decided to take it away as a precaution. He approached the platform and activated the Qian Kun Blood Gourd. A flash of blood light swept through, and the withered giant hand was drawn into the gourd.
There was no resistance, nor was there any of the tremendous commotion that had accompanied his earlier retrieval of the heart. As the left hand disappeared, the surrounding air merely trembled slightly. Finally, those intricate inscriptions lost their luster, and the entire altar became dim and lifeless.
After securing the Blood Emperor's left hand, Chen Moxuan did not feel even a hint of relief. He realized that the mysterious figure’s intentions clearly extended beyond just this hand. In search of answers, Chen Moxuan immediately set off with Xiao Bai Long to visit several other sealing locations.
Their first stop was the Cold Ice Abyss, where the chilling atmosphere could freeze nearly everything in its path.
But the seals remained intact, showing no signs of being disturbed.
Next was the Soul Desert, a place filled with silence and desolation, yet the seal there was equally strong.
Then came the Illusion Forest, where the scenery changed unpredictably, but the seal remained untouched as well.
Finally, there was the Cursed Sea, where the waters brimmed with evil power, yet the seal held firm.
Although Chen Moxuan could not decipher the true intentions of the mysterious figure at that moment, he still followed his predetermined plan and made his way to the other six sealing locations one by one.
At each site, he used the Qian Kun Blood Gourd to collect the sealed limbs into it.
These limbs were all withered and seemed to lack any resistance, but their ancient and powerful aura made it difficult for Chen Moxuan to let his guard down.
He knew that just a drop of blood could unleash chaos from that malevolent being.
When Chen Moxuan finally returned to the place sealing the Blood Earth’s brain, he descended into the deep underground cave alongside Xiao Bai Long.
The air here remained oppressive and hot, as if it could extract the fear from one's heart.
To Chen Moxuan's surprise, he had expected some change at this final destination, but it seemed just as it had before.
The seal was intact, showing no signs of disturbance.
The enormous brain was still firmly locked away.
Standing before that massive brain, Chen Moxuan gripped the Qian Kun Blood Gourd tightly in his hand, still puzzled by the actions of the mysterious figure.
At that moment, the two hollow eye sockets within the brain seemed to suddenly focus intently on Chen Moxuan's gourd, an inexplicable pressure bearing down on him.
"Hmph, Chen Moxuan, you have finally arrived."
A deep voice filled with mockery echoed through the cave; it was the voice of the Blood Emperor.
Though only a head remained, that voice was still imbued with authority and power.
"Did you think you won? Did you think that by taking all my limbs away you could stop my resurrection?"
The Blood Emperor's head shook incessantly, as if its invisible eyes could see right through Chen Moxuan's heart.
"You are too naive. The power I desire is already within my grasp!"
But what you will feel next is the fear, loneliness, and anger that I have carried for countless millennia. My curse will accompany you until the end of time!
Chen Moxuan smirked as he looked at the menacing figure of the Blood Emperor, a hint of mockery gleaming in his eyes.
"You’re about to die; what’s the point of saying so much?" Chen Moxuan's tone was nonchalant. "Even if the Heavenly King himself came today, you wouldn’t survive. I mean it!"
The Blood Emperor's head jerked violently, and it seemed as if a raging fire ignited within his hollow eye sockets.
But soon, that expression twisted into a sneer. "Chen Moxuan, don’t get too cocky! I will come back for you! Do you know why some can break your seal?"
Chen Moxuan, who had initially prepared to strike, paused and turned his gaze toward the Blood Emperor's large head.
The Blood Emperor grinned savagely, malice dripping from his voice. "I won’t tell you, Chen Moxuan. I want you to live in constant doubt, never able to find peace!"
Watching the Blood Emperor’s arrogant demeanor, a cold glint flashed in Chen Moxuan’s eyes. He said nothing more and simply raised the Qian Kun Blood Gourd in his hand.
With a fierce gust of wind howling past, the massive head was drawn into the gourd, leaving behind a lingering echo of curses in the air.
"Dream again in your next life, Blood Emperor," Chen Moxuan said coldly. "In this life, you shouldn’t need to sleep anymore."
With that, he resolutely turned and walked away.
Whatever schemes he had didn’t concern Chen Moxuan; they were of no use to him.
As they made their way back along the winding passage, Xiao Bai Long carried Chen Moxuan slowly back to the surface. Sunlight bathed them as Xiao Bai Long couldn’t help but ask, "Is the Blood Emperor truly dead this time?"
Chen Moxuan shook his head gently, his brow furrowing with concern. "He might not be dead; after all, the Blood Sea is still next door in Xianyuan Shengzhou."
If there were indeed remnants of the Blood Emperor’s soul within the Blood Sea, then his return would be unstoppable.
A flicker of surprise crossed Xiao Bai Long's eyes before turning into determination. "What should we do then?"
Chen Moxuan’s gaze sharpened as he looked into the distance. "Don’t worry about him; I only need his power. He won’t be as strong as before."
"If he comes to find me before regaining his peak strength, I’ll be sure to give him a big surprise. Hmph, hahaha!"
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