The ancient voice sighed. "I told you long ago—once the Sacrificial Ritual begins, it cannot be interrupted."
"No, I don't believe it!"
The Rabbit-eared female cultivator shook her head wildly, looking utterly deranged.
"Something must have gone wrong! I painstakingly gathered the materials for those Soul Candles and refined them one by one. I led the ritual, and I performed the Witch-worship Dance. How could I possibly be made into the sacrificial offering?
Something must be wrong! It was you—you secretly tampered with it, didn't you?"
A trace of pity entered the ancient voice. "I told you already. There was a problem with the sacrificial offering you found. She purified the soul runes and became a more suitable candidate, which was why you were identified as the offering.
I am trapped within the seal. I could not interfere with the ritual at all."
"Purified the soul runes... Heh heh!"
As more and more soul runes left her body, the madness in the Rabbit-eared female cultivator's eyes grew ever stronger.
"You know perfectly well how difficult the blood curse within the soul runes is to deal with. I tried countless methods and could only barely suppress it using the power of my bloodline. Purifying the soul runes was utterly impossible!
How could a little demon at the early stage Human Demon realm accomplish all that in only a few days?"
The ancient voice fell silent. In truth, he did not understand this point either.
Seeing his silence, the Rabbit-eared female cultivator gave a miserable laugh. "So you really were the one pulling strings behind the scenes. I am the one with the Witch Clan bloodline, yet you would rather choose an outsider than me!"
The ancient voice fell completely silent. Since he could not explain it clearly, he could not be