Sacrificial Artifact System: From Bell-ringer to the Ancestral Patriarch

"Qi Blood Holy Realm, in its embryonic form..."

Li Qian's eyes shimmered with a strange divine light.

Just by the name, one could tell that this Divine Skill was extraordinary, born only after the Pure Holy Body had reached perfection.

However, the Qi Blood Holy Realm was still in its embryonic state; he needed to continue absorbing the essence energy from the demon stones to grow the Qi Blood Holy Realm from its embryonic state to a true Qi Blood Holy Realm.

The function of the Qi Blood Holy Realm was very peculiar; it could form an intangible Qi Blood Suppression against all beings within the Holy Domain.

Any creature possessing Qi Blood would be affected.

Even martial arts experts, who use True Qi as their force, with Qi Blood simply being the body's fundamental energy, would be seriously affected once influenced within the Qi Blood Holy Realm.

Of course, the extent of the impact was not known to Li Qian, as he had not used it yet.

Furthermore, it was merely in embryonic form at the moment.

In addition, the Qi Blood Holy Realm had a very useful function; it could support him in levitating and flying.

However, flying would consume Qi Blood.

Not being a Heavenly Person but still able to fly, one can only say that the Qi Blood Holy Realm was quite peculiar.

Immediately, Li Qian made a move, using his Qinggong to dart towards the distance, preparing to return to the Divine Sword Sect.

He did not use the Qi Blood Holy Realm to fly.

The consumption was too great.

There was simply no need.

...

In the night.

A figure hurriedly flew through the air, landing on a hillside, staggering and unable to hold back a mouthful of fresh blood.

The True Qi inside his body was nearly depleted.

He took out an Elixir Bottle from his bosom, poured out the last elixir, swallowed it, and began to regulate his breathing as the Heaven and Earth Essence Qi started to converge around him.

But suddenly, his face changed, and, getting back to his feet, he vomited another mouthful of blood.

He couldn't help but look in the direction of the Divine Sword Sect.

He was less than a hundred miles away.

If he could escape to the Divine Sword Sect, plus the recuperative care from Baihua Palace's Heavenly Person, together with the timely convenience of his own sect's advantageous location, perhaps there would still be a glimmer of hope.

But now, it was too late.

He was nearly spent, no longer capable of flying.

Already injured and not fully healed, he had fought continuous battles over the past few months, and now, after being ambushed... although he retreated all along the way, the enemies pursued too closely, clearly intending to finish him off completely.

"Xiao Wendao, you sure can run, no wonder you have the nickname Runner Xiao, you almost made it back to the Divine Sword Sect."

A cold voice came from the night sky.

Then, a figure shot across and landed on a nearby treetop, panting heavily, clearly exhausted.

He had never seen anyone run like this.

Forcing him to chase for a full day and night, spanning a distance of two to three thousand miles.

"Chen Ao, what kind of benefits did King Luo offer you to make you chase so desperately? I advise you to turn away from your wrongdoings sooner rather than later. King Luo's downfall is only a matter of time."

Xiao Wendao asked in a deep voice.

"Xiao Wendao, you're in no position to worry about me now."

The figure on the treetop was an old man who appeared to be in his fifties or sixties, with a horse-like face, sinister eyes, and brimming with murderous intent.

He was Xuanming Sect's Heavenly Person Chen Ao.

To eliminate Divine Sword Sect's Xiao Wendao would be a significant achievement.

"Who says I am beyond salvation? I have plans in place, just waiting for you to fall into the trap."

Xiao Wendao chuckled with a smirk.

Chen Ao's brow furrowed slightly.

He knew this old man was full of tricks, cunning and treacherous, and that's why he had been trailing him without attempting a strong intervention.

After all, he was also worried Xiao Wendao might have some terrifying hidden strength.

So all he needed to do was to gradually exhaust Xiao Wendao to death.

Suddenly, Xiao Wendao turned around and darted into the woods.

"Hmph, why bother struggling."

Chen Ao let out a cold snort.

Immediately, his figure moved, chasing after him.

But just then, a fierce sword light pierced out from the woods.

It was Xiao Wendao, who had just entered the woods, launching an attack.

"Xiao Wendao, just surrender."

Chen Ao's palm vibrated, drawing together the Heaven and Earth Essence Qi to form a ghostly cold palm strike, hitting the sword light.

Immediately, the sword light shattered.

But the next moment, he felt a sharp pain in his palm.

He hurriedly pulled back his hand to see that it had been pierced by a dark projectile as fine as an embroidery needle.

His palm was wearing Divine Refining Gloves.

Yet it was still penetrated.

What a terrifying projectile.

Luckily he was cautious enough, narrowly escaping the ambush.

Furious, he blasted out with his other palm, shaking the ground violently. All the trees within a hundred meters were instantly leveled to the ground by the force of his palm strike.

Puh!

A figure flew out backwards, falling to the ground, vomiting several mouthfuls of fresh blood.

It was the Divine Sword Sect's Xiao Wendao.

"Pity the Mai Mang Divine Sword didn't hit his vitals... It seems today, I, Xiao Wendao, will die here."

He gazed at the sky, his face showing a hint of resignation.

His death was inconsequential.

But he couldn't let go of the Divine Sword Sect.

Could the Divine Sword Sect survive this crisis?

"Xiao Wendao, so this is your last card? You almost got me."

Xuanming Sect's Heavenly Person Chen Ao stepped through the air to arrive in front of Xiao Wendao, holding in his hand that needle-like little sword.

Indeed, it was a sword.

Complete with all the outlines of a sword.

Just a little too small.

"But now, it's your turn to die."

Chen Ao raised his palm, intent on bringing an end to Xiao Wendao's life.

He had basically determined that Xiao Wendao had almost lost his ability to fight.