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Disguised as a Bloodsucker Demon Sect disciple, Feng Fan entered without any trouble. He might be well-known in the Qian Empire, but here, he was a nobody; no one would recognize his face.

Once inside, Feng Fan quickly activated his spiritual qi vision.

It wasn't hard to locate the massive blood sphere. The sheer amount of spiritual qi it contained made Feng Fan feel as if he were staring directly at the Sun.

He flew as close as he could, but soon realized the blood sphere was hovering above a heavily guarded peak.

He didn't need to be a genius to figure out that common disciples weren't allowed inside. His only option was to fight his way inside, but that would be suicide.

With no other choice for the time being, Feng Fan hovered in the air, observing the ritual from a distance. Since many other disciples were doing the same, he didn't stand out.

The only difference was that while the other disciples gazed at the blood sphere with fanatic devotion, as if it were a god, Feng Fan remained unaffected.

'These people really creep me out. Have they all been brainwashed or something?'

The thousand evil cultivators who had created the blood sphere from the lives of two million people surrounded a three-meter-tall, dark-red altar. The blood sphere hovered directly above it.

They began chanting again, and Feng Fan could sense a small change in the Dao laws surrounding the area.

Symbols appeared on the ground around the altar, glowing with bright red light. To Feng Fan's surprise, they were engraved into the ground and filled with blood.

As the cultivators continued chanting, the blood filled the symbols more and more. The blood sphere in the air began to tremble, its form starting to break apart as the blood fell onto the strange symbols on the ground.

While the evil cultivators continued chanting, Luo Fu addressed the crowd, his eyes bloodshot and filled with fanaticism.

"My Bloodsucker Demon disciples, today, our ancestor, our God will descend! We'll finally claim what's rightfully ours… the entire Black Turtle continent!"

"Hail Bloodsucker Demon!"

"Hail Bloodsucker Demon!"

The crowd erupted in excitement, their eyes growing redder and redder. Their bodies radiated a strong, malevolent aura.

'Damn, these people are completely brainwashed!'

Mao Hu stood by the altar, showing no expression. His wife, Luo Liqin, stood beside him. Though her eyes showed some excitement and fanaticism, they were much less intense than those of the disciples around them.

Feng Fan noticed something strange. 'All the disciples outside the ritual's perimeter are giving off a weird, malevolent aura, but those inside aren't... What does that mean?'

A sudden realization hit Feng Fan, and his eyes widened in shock.

'Could it be... they're part of the ritual too?!'

Feng Fan's expression darkened. 'If I'm right, this ritual needs sacrifices from both outside and inside. This Bloodsucker Demon Sect is truly an evil sect.'

Not only is the Bloodsucker Demon Sect sacrificing hundreds of thousands of innocent lives, but they're also willing to sacrifice their own people—all to summon a clone of their god to the mortal world.

As the chanting continued, the blood sphere dissolved completely, filling the strange symbols on the ground.

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The blood of the fanatic disciples outside the ritual circle started to leave their bodies. They never even realized they were dying. All that remained in their eyes was excitement and fanaticism.

Knowing that he would stand out when all the disciples fell, Feng Fan quickly moved and hid behind a tree. He continued to observe the ritual, waiting for a chance to strike.

Eventually, all the Bloodsucker Demon Sect disciples were dead. Their dried bodies dropped to the ground, while their blood floated above the altar, forming a human figure.

As the human figure took shape, the blood that had filled the strange symbols on the ground moved toward it.

Feng Fan's expression darkened. 'The ritual is almost complete, but the Dao laws are still protecting him… Is there no opening for me to strike?'

He knew that if he didn't act soon, he wouldn't just be facing Return To Void or Transcending Tribulation cultivators, but an immortal!

Against someone of that level, hiding wouldn't even matter. The immortal could kill him with a thought.

Feng Fan took the Suppression Relic out of his space ring, preparing to strike.

'If it comes to it, I'll have to use the lightning from the heavenly tribulation to destroy the blood figure and try to escape.'

Feng Fan knew that the best use for the lightning tribulation wouldn't be to destroy the blood figure in the sky, but to fuel the Suppression Relic's speed or use it against powerful cultivators.

However, if he didn't act now, he might never get another chance.

Just as Feng Fan was about to command the Suppression Relic to send the lightning tribulation toward the blood figure, the figure finally took its complete form, and the Dao laws surrounding it briefly vanished.

Feng Fan's eyes narrowed. 'It's now or never! Little Brick, go!'

The Suppression Relic took the energy from spiritual qi stones inside Feng Fan's space ring. Strange red symbols appeared on its surface as it shot like a comet toward the blood figure.

As the Suppression Relic sped toward its target, a powerful aura descended from the skies, attempting to enter the blood figure atop the altar.

All the remaining evil cultivators of the Bloodsucker Demon Sect looked up in worship, oblivious to the incoming meteor aimed at their god's clone.

"Thank you, my children!" a booming voice echoed from the sky as a piece of the immortal's soul entered the blood figure. But before it could fully merge with the body, the Suppression Relic arrived.

It entered the blood figure like a parasite, spinning inside it and absorbing all the energy within in the blink of an eye.

The Bloodsucker Demon Sect cultivators watched in horror as the Suppression Relic drained the spiritual qi from their God's body.

The partial soul of the immortal from the sky felt a backlash and briefly glanced at Feng Fan.

"I'll remember you," he said, his voice filled with anger, before his connection to the mortal world was severed.

Just like that, the immortal's soul vanished from the mortal world, and the Bloodsucker Demon Sect's ritual was effectively ruined.

The disciples of the Bloodsucker Demon Sect turned toward Feng Fan, instantly realizing who was responsible for their failure.

"You—" Luo Fu snarled, his eyes filled with such rage that, if looks could kill, Feng Fan would have died a thousand times over.

The Suppression Relic returned to Feng Fan's hand, and he gave Luo Fu a faint smile. "Sorry to crash the party. I'll be leaving now!"

Fueled by the over two million spiritual qi from the lives that formed the blood figure, the Suppression Relic grew large and shot forward, carrying Feng Fan as they sped away from the evil cultivators.

"KILL HIM! BRING ME HIS SOUL! I'LL TORTURE HIM FOR ETERNITY!" Luo Fu screamed, and with that, he and the rest of the Bloodsucker Demon Sect chased after him like wolves hunting a rabbit.