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The figure rose up like a small mountain.
Thick, viscous blood began to flow from the cracks in the ground, spreading like lava, continuously corroding everything around it. The moment this dense blood touched the wandering souls, it melted them into the blood, becoming part of it.
This was the Dao Domain of Yamata no Orochi, known as the River of Forgetfulness. Legend has it that this is a blood river leading to Huang Quan, the realm of the dead, where one can see the souls of deceased loved ones from both banks of the river.
Yamata no Orochi writhed with its eight fearsome heads, each adorned with a red hexagram mark.
Gurgling sounds echoed as crimson indigo vertical eyes in the sky turned, seemingly aware of Yamata no Orochi's might. Blood-red light poured forth, illuminating the distorted shadows of souls.
The guiding light of death emerged. Gui Yan She Shen's innate divine ability extracted Sha Qi, refining the essence of Grudge into a manifestation of death. It functioned like a massive pump, continuously siphoning off the grudges, fears, and evils of millions of souls in Heian-kyo.
As the apocalypse approached, true human nature was laid bare. A man who had endured his wife's infidelity for too long wore a fierce expression as he sharpened his knife against his wife and daughter.
A beautiful head was severed and placed on a chopping board, blood gushing forth. The man gazed at his wife's head—still bearing an expression of terror—and laughed and cried in madness.
A tattooed gangster wielding a machete began rampaging through a convenience store; he sought neither food nor money—only to kill.
Chaos erupted; all of Heian-kyo descended into turmoil.
The old general observed these scenes without a hint of disturbance; the cycle of life and death among mortals was simply a law of nature. No one could intervene.
A Chinese person?
The old man formed seals with his fingers, unleashing countless Dao Feng sword energies from Takamagahara that sliced through the purple-black mist, revealing Zuo Ci Cang’s face.
Zuo Ci established the altar, with a strange figure resembling a person made entirely of flesh and blood placed before it. This was his first time using the Fa Altar to cast spells. It was a highly sophisticated method of combat.
The Taoist Master spoke of the connections between Heaven, Earth, and Humanity. In this setup, the altar represented the Earth, the practitioner’s sensitivity and mental power represented Humanity, and the presence of the Ancestor Master from the spirit realm represented Heaven. Thus, the resonance between Heaven and Earth was established.
Within this framework of Humanity, one could evoke a state of unity between Heaven and Earth, allowing for true integration into this holographic setup. This was where the Fa Altar truly functioned.
Zuo Ci practiced Deviant Arts, worshipping himself; thus, his altar rituals were inherently limited. Without the support of a master, the effectiveness of his spells entirely depended on his own cultivation. The reason he chose to employ the Fa Altar was simply to harness the power of Heaven and Earth to amplify his spells infinitely.
This could radiate throughout all of Heian-kyo. The Fa Altar could be seen as a loudspeaker; by casting spells around it, Zuo Ci could magnify the power of the Ding Head Seven Arrows Book to an extraordinary degree, though this would consume a significant amount of his magical energy. Generally, Zuo Ci would not resort to such measures. However, if he wished to solidify the Blood Sacrifice and Wan Hun Formation completely, such madness was necessary.
"All living beings, heed my chant.
The common folk suffer; it is hard to attain longevity.
Flesh and blood form the vessel; bones serve as the guide.
Before my body, I borrow your life!"
He commanded!
The Wan Hun Fan obscured the sky and sun, while Sha Qi surged and fell.
A humming sound echoed as crimson Indigo Vertical Eyes transformed into a beam of light that enveloped Zuo Ci. Within that blood-colored pillar filled with countless restless souls, they twisted and wailed in despair, attempting to break free from Zuo Ci's control.
Unfortunately, they were far too weak—truly too weak!
How could an ant shake a great tree?
Before Zuo Ci, the straw figure stirred.
On its twisted, bloody face, the menacing Indigo Vertical Eyes spun continuously, radiating a Light Screen.
Within the Light Screen, faces of terrified Easterners appeared, their silent screams echoing in the air as they shouted and roared in desperation.
Some bodies swelled like balloons, only to burst into a mist of blood the next moment. Others wielded fruit knives to slash their wrists in a tragic act of suicide.
There were even many ordinary people driven mad, forcibly peeling their own skin away, leaving behind a gruesome sight of blood and flesh.
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