Chapter 33: The Blood Sacrifice Key and the Gravekeeper's Shocking Kneeling
The blood sacrifice key and the gravekeeper's shocking kneeling
Across the dead silent tundra, the cold wind blew, bringing up tiny ice crystals and making a whimpering sound.
Everyone's eyes were focused on the bronze key in Jiang Xuelan's palm.
The key is simple and rusty, but the green vines wrapped around the handle are fresh and vibrant. The ancient demonic character "Yuan" at the root is as glaring as a brand.
"The bottom of the abyss... the place where the first generation of Jianmu took root..." Xuanjia's eyes widened, and the eight trigrams patterns on his shell flickered wildly as if short-circuiting, making a slight crackling sound. "Oh my god! This thing really exists?! Isn't that the most core and most taboo tomb within the tomb in the legendary Ten Thousand Demon Tomb? It is said that it contains the corpse of a great chaos demon that existed when the world was first created! And also the origin of the first generation of Jianmu... the key! This key is the pass?!"
It suddenly turned to the gravekeeper, its hoarse voice splitting: "Senior! Please say something! Is it the bottom of the abyss?! How to use this key? Can I just insert it in? Is there a great fortune in it that can completely heal the Immortal Lord's old injuries and allow King Li to replenish his origin?" The face of the black-armored turtle was filled with the ultimate desire for treasures from heaven and earth.
Man Gu's huge bull eyes were also full of anticipation and awe, and his big hands like a palm fan rubbed the bone stick unconsciously: "King! This key! It will definitely help you!" He looked at Li Jiuyou with eyes full of loyalty.
Ah Che's tear-stained face shone with hope, and he stared intently at the key. "The Great Immortal Jianmu said last... take good care of the sapling... Is it in there? My brother's injury..."
Jiang Xuelan's icy blue eyes gazed at the key in his palm, a touch of warmth yet coolness lingering on his fingertips. The entwined vines seemed to pulse with a faint life force, resonating ever so faintly with the fragment of ice in his sea of consciousness, slightly smoothed by the power of creation. The bottom of the abyss... the land of the first generation of Jianmu... perhaps this was the only hope for completely relieving the demon core heat flow and the God-killing Gu within him? And then there was the "sapling" entrusted to him... His slender fingers clenched slightly.
Li Jiuyou's scarlet-gold eyes also locked onto the key, lingering for a moment on the word "Yuan." "Complete the origin..." These four words burned like a red-hot iron, scorching his heart! Fragments of the humiliating childhood bullying for his "impure" bloodline flashed through his mind again, causing him to subconsciously clench his fists. But a chilling, stinging pain shot through his back where the Soul-Sinking Mist had pierced him, causing him to groan, his expression darkening even further.
"Hmph, who cares about the abyss? If there's a door, open it!" Li Jiuyou suppressed his surging emotions and the pain in his back, and spoke impatiently, reaching out to grab the key in Jiang Xuelan's palm, "Stop dithering! Give me the key!"
Jiang Xuelan flipped his wrist with lightning speed, easily avoiding Li Jiuyou's claws. His icy blue eyes glanced at him coldly: "Reckless man. Do you know how to use it?"
"You!" Li Jiuyou missed his grasp and was called a reckless man again. Scarlet-gold demonic fire instantly rose from his body, burning the surrounding air so much that it distorted it. "Ice face! Are you looking for trouble?!"
Seeing that the two of them were about to collide with each other again——
"Ahem!" Xuanjia quickly tapped its shell with its claws, making a crisp sound to attract attention. Luodou looked eagerly at the silent gravekeeper, "Um... Senior? You are the gravekeeper here. This key... and the bottom of the abyss... You must know everything! Can you give me some advice? How do I open the 'Abyss' door with this key? I can't just find a keyhole to insert it, right?"
Everyone's eyes, including Jiang Li and the other man who were about to fight, were cast towards the hunched figure.
The gravekeeper stood still, as still as a dead tree. His cloudy gray eyes seemed to penetrate the small bronze key, seeing scenes from countless ages ago. The cold wind whipped up his tattered robes, rustling them. As everyone watched with bated breath, his parched lips finally moved slowly. His hoarse voice, like sandpaper scraping against the ground, carried a sense of timeless vicissitudes and... a hint of indescribable complexity:
"The gate to the abyss... cannot be opened without a lock..."
"The root of the first generation... can only be summoned by blood..."
Everyone was stunned.
The gravekeeper raised his skinny fingers very slowly. Instead of pointing at the key, he pointed at Jiang Xuelan first, and then slowly moved towards Li Jiuyou.
"Ice Soul Profound Immortal...body essence...the legacy of Jianmu..." His gaze fell on Jiang Xuelan, as if he saw the ice field in his sea of consciousness and the suppressed heat flow of the demon pill deep in his dantian.
"The Red Flame Demon King... Soul Brand... Chaos True Fire..." His gaze turned to Li Jiuyou, and it seemed as if he had penetrated his powerful demon body and saw the demon fire that was restless deep in the origin, with a hint of innate chaos aura.
Finally, his fingers fell back on the bronze key, and his fingertips lightly touched the entwined, lifelike green vines.
"The key... is the key..."
"Vine pattern...Neiqi..."
"Opening the door... requires..."
The gravekeeper paused, his turbid grey eyes swept across Jiang Xuelan and Li Jiuyou, and he uttered two earth-shattering words:
"**Blood sacrifice**."
These two words were like thunder, making everyone's scalp numb!
"Blood sacrifice?!" The black-armored turtle's green eyes shrank into needle points in an instant, and its shell almost turned green with fear. "Forward, forward, forward... Senior! Don't scare the turtle! Who is being blood sacrificed to? It's not a living sacrifice, is it?! Look at my old turtle meat, it's tough and dry, and the blood is fishy, it's not tasty!" It retracted into its shell in a whoosh, leaving only a pair of green eyes looking around in fear.
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