Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
West Cauldron State.
A sea of blood soared into the sky, forming an immense illusion visible to everyone. In the sky, a massive, unfamiliar face spanned dozens of miles, gaping open to seemingly survey the individuals in the human world.
“Master is mighty!” shouted many Sacred Heart Sect disciples on the ground as they knelt, their eyes filled with an intense fanaticism. A lot of them held grim and bloody offerings, eagerly presenting them to their master.
“Master is about to become a true emperor realm expert!” one disciple proclaimed.
Another declared, “From now on, the world will belong to our Sacred Heart
Box
Sect.”
The inner circle of the sect seemed already engrossed in visions of ruling the human world, their minds brimming with grand ambitions.
Two figures, the Dwarf King and the Endless King, were particularly ecstatic. “After today, you and I will be below one person and above ten thousand people,” one of them chuckled, the two clearly sharing the same line of thought.
“At that time, the world will be our food,” the Endless King mentioned, but
then shook his head, adding, “However, I’m afraid Master won’t be able to reach the true emperor level this time. He’ll probably only be able to reach the level of the dragon clan’s previous emperor.”
The Dwarf King responded without much concern, “That’s enough. After all, the path is right. The only thing lacking is blood.”
“When Master passes down this technique, our path to becoming emperors will be smooth,” they continued, their laughter growing increasingly boisterous.
“No, no, no. There’s still the Holy Son,” one of them corrected.
“Yes, just below two people,” the other agreed, their understanding of each other evident in their conversation. They both harbored their own sinister plans, fully aware of the sect master’s vulnerability at the moment, and were prepared to exploit it to their advantage.
Their conversation then shifted to the mysterious whereabouts of the Holy Son, a figure who seemed to have vanished without any trace.
The Endless King voiced his surprise, “Speaking of which, where did that Lord Holy Son go?”
His query was met with a sneer from the Dwarf King. “Who knows? Perhaps our Holy Son has plans of his own?”
The Endless King found this hard to believe, given the Holy Son’s known gentle and humble disposition. They recalled the Holy Son’s distinct lack of participation in the gruesome rites of the sect, a stark contrast to the overt barbarity of the other members.
In a grim reminder, the Dwarf King warned, “In our Sacred Heart Sect, the gentler you are, the crazier you are,” bringing up a chilling anecdote of a revered sage who had joined their ranks in the past. Despite maintaining a saintly facade, this individual indulged in secret, cannibalistic practices that would send shivers down anyone’s spine.
“Absolutely,” The Endless King nodded, his face brightening with a sudden realization before his voice trailed off ominously. “In the future, this world…”
His words abruptly cut off, replaced by a sense of impending doom as the figure in the sky turned its focus onto him.
Swoosh!
The sense of dread intensified, causing the Endless King’s hair to stand on end. “Master is mighty!” he yelled in a futile effort to demonstrate his loyalty.
Almost immediately, his body was lifted uncontrollably into the air. Panic took over as he desperately cried out, “Master! It’s me! I am your guardian!”
But his pleas fell on deaf ears, his body beginning to disintegrate, his flesh tearing away bit by bit, his bones making a futile attempt to fight back, emanating a futile king’s might.
As he was drawn closer to the open, bloody mouth in the sky, his desperate cries continued, “Master, why are you doing this?”
A chilling voice echoed from above, devoid of any empathy or warmth. “Why would I need a reason to kill you? Didn’t I give you everything you have?”
This cold retort left the Endless King momentarily stunned before a bitter laugh escaped him. “So that’s how it is, so that’s how it is. So we’ve been your food from the very beginning. Hahaha… To think that I was still fantasizing about replacing you in the future.”
Meanwhile, the Dwarf King tried to flee but soon realized the futile nature of his attempt. His body was not under his control, demonstrating the absolute power the sect master held over them. They were no more than mere playthings in his hands.
The Dwarf King couldn’t comprehend their lack of resistance, uttering in disbelief, “Why is it that a king is unable to resist at all…”
The answer soon dawned on the Endless King beside him. “There’s something wrong with the cultivation technique he gave me. Something’s wrong… It’s a totem. There’s a huge problem with the bone patterns we’ve engraved on the king bone!”
An approving response came from the sky, “Smart.” The sect master’s bloody mouth continued to consume their powers relentlessly, biting away at their essence bit by bit.
Flooded with a mix of regret and realization, the Endless King pondered on Qin Huai’s capabilities. “Qin Huai of the Qingzhou Alliance is truly a prodigy. He cultivated the blood heart technique, but he was able to shatter your totem and bone patterns…”
He continued, piecing together the sect master’s schemes, “That’s why you’re so shocked. You rarely make a move, hoping that we’ll pay attention to
Qingzhou, right? You even want to give him the position of the second Holy Son. Are you trying to suck him into the sect and then kill him to remove future threats?”
The Endless King’s face contorted with regret as he lamented their missed opportunity.. “What a pity, what a pity! If only he knew my intentions, he would have killed you himself, saving us from this gruesome fate!”