Chapter 183 This batch of sacrifices is not good, change a batch!
"Not bad." The elder licked his cracked lips, his voice carrying a hint of lingering aftertaste.
"That girl... her bloodline is too special. It's not the blood of a mortal, it's the blood of a true psychic who can communicate with heaven and earth! Her existence is like throwing a piece of top-grade sacred wood into that pile of wet firewood! It instantly changes the nature of the flame."
"That's why the ritual got out of control. Because the flames were no longer at a level we could control."
Prince Yu gritted his teeth when he heard this: "After all, it's that stinky girl who ruined our plans!"
"No, Your Majesty." The elder shook his head. "She is not a destroyer, she... is a guide."
"She used her own blood to point us in the right direction."
Prince Yu frowned and said impatiently, "Just say what you want to say, don't play dumb with me!"
"Haha, don't worry, Your Highness." The elder stood up and walked back and forth in the cellar.
"Now that the 'awakening' step has been completed, what we need to do next is not to continue adding fuel to the fire."
"What we need is a 'fire controller'."
"Or rather..." His voice was very low, full of temptation.
"A 'container'."
"Container?" Prince Yu chewed on the word, with confusion in his eyes.
"Yes, a living vessel!" The elder's tone suddenly became enthusiastic. "A living being who can perfectly bear, contain, and guide the immense power of the Nether Heart! We no longer need to laboriously build altars to control the invisible Nether Energy!"
"We only need to control that 'container', which is equivalent to indirectly controlling the entire Nether Heart!"
"Through this vessel, we can harness that devastating power for our own benefit! We can cause plague to spread throughout the capital, barren the imperial palace, and reduce Xiao Yu's Black Armor Army to a pool of pus and blood overnight!"
"At that time, Your Majesty, you will be the only...God in this world!"
Prince Yu's breathing suddenly became heavy.
He was completely attracted by the scene described by the elder!
If you control one person, you can control god-like power?
"Who?!" he asked anxiously, "Who can be such a vessel?! Where can I find one?!"
"A vessel like this is rare." The elder's eyes grew deep. "It must be someone who possesses the ultimate Yin energy, or possesses an extremely special bloodline."
"If an ordinary person's body were to be stained by even a trace of Netherworld energy, it would instantly decay into mud. Only such a special person could achieve a strange symbiosis with that power, like a sponge holding water."
"Extremely yin body...special bloodline..." Prince Yu muttered to himself, searching rapidly in his mind.
"Your Highness," the elder reminded him quietly, "Have you forgotten that although the royal bloodline of your Xiao family carries the dragon energy and is extremely strong and yang, when yang reaches its extreme, yin will be born."
"In any large family, there are always one or two 'outliers'."
"For example... a person who is born weak, constantly needs to take medicine to stay alive, and whose yang energy is extremely weak..."
A flash of lightning suddenly exploded in Prince Yu's mind!
He cried out, "You mean... the Eighteenth Prince?!"
His own nephew, the sickly Eighteenth Prince, had been soaked in medicine since birth and was predicted by the imperial physician to not live past the age of twenty.
A twisted smile mixed with cruelty, excitement and pleasure instantly appeared on Prince Yu's face.
"Brilliant! Truly brilliant!" He couldn't help but applaud. "Using his Xiao family's descendants as the vessel to destroy his Xiao family's empire! Is there anything more ironic, more satisfying, than this?! Doesn't Xiao Yu care about that brat the most? I want to see what his expression will be when his little nephew turns into a monster who only knows how to kill!"
"Your Highness, this is only our top priority," the elder added. "This matter requires careful planning. After all, the palace is heavily guarded, and Xiao Yu protects him like an iron barrel."
"Besides him, we have other options. I once read in an ancient book that right beneath this capital was an ancient battlefield, where a fallen heiress of a previous dynasty was buried. Her resentment, condensed for millennia, formed a precious place where 'yin veins converge,' known as the 'Queen's Tomb.'"
"If we can find that place and stimulate the resentment of the earth veins, perhaps... we can also forcibly 'give birth' to a suitable container."
"Good! Good!" Prince Yu said the word "good" repeatedly. "Let's do it this way! On the one hand, we'll find a way to kill the Eighteenth Prince, and on the other hand, we'll go find that 'Queen's Burial Tomb'. We'll have two options!"
The elder of the Wugut tribe sat back on the straw mat, but a deeper greed flashed in his cloudy old eyes.
The eighteenth prince? Buried in the Empress's mausoleum?
Those are just... second-rate options.
It’s a spare part used to attract Xiao Yu’s attention.
The most perfect vessel in this world, the bloodline that best aligns with the Heart of the Underworld...
From beginning to end, there is only one.
The image of that girl reappeared in the elder's mind.
He stuck out his dry tongue and licked his lips again.
No rush.
There will be a chance.
When the capital city is in complete chaos, when Xiao Yu is overwhelmed and unable to take care of himself...
The ultimate sacrifice, the perfect vessel...
Eventually, it will fall into my hands.
The study in the Prince Regent's Palace.
Xiao Yu sat in the main seat, with a mountain of urgent military reports and interrogation files sent by the Ministry of Justice in front of him.
He needed to eradicate the entrenched power of Prince Yu's faction in the court as quickly as possible.
Ajiu was placed on a soft couch not far from him.
The little girl curled up on the couch with a soft pillow in her arms, like a cat that had found shelter.
As long as it stayed within three feet of Xiao Yu, the overbearing yet peaceful Ziwei Dragon Qi would be like an invisible barrier, isolating the "noise" from the outside world that was enough to drive people crazy.
Although I can still hear some subtle noises, like the neighbors next door arguing.
But compared to the previous feeling of thousands of troops galloping in my head, it is much better.
The pain in her head went from excruciating torrents to a dull ache like the pain after waking up from a hangover, which was barely bearable.
Xuan Yi walked in quietly, carrying a bowl of porridge.
"Your Highness, you haven't slept a wink for a whole day and night. Please use something."
Xiao Yu's eyes did not leave the file, he just said "hmm" lightly.
Xuan Yi glanced at Ajiu lying on the couch again and said in a low voice, "Miss Ajiu... hasn't eaten yet either."
As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Yu's hand, which was flipping through the files, paused.
He raised his head, his gaze passed over the table and fell on the small figure.
Ah Jiu was staring at him with his big black eyes wide open.
No, to be precise, she was staring at the bowl of porridge in his hand.
Her little nose twitched slightly twice.
Xiao Yu: “…”
He put down the red pen in his hand, rubbed his swollen eyebrows, and raised his chin towards Xuan Yi.
"Bring it over."
"Yes!" Xuan Yiru felt as if he had been pardoned and quickly handed over the bowl of porridge.
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