The First Change of the Ritual

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"Boom boom boom!"

Heavy artillery roared!

Various Law Treasure, such as wooden staffs, Bone Chain, and stone carvings, were unleashed to meet the energy beams.

Even the design of the Law Treasure is such a striking contrast to the "ancient" era.

Qin Yi Liusu had a very absurd idea—it was said that the Primordial Origin was closest to the Dao, but their birth couldn't have been accompanied by technology. There was a very high probability that Liusu and the others wore animal skins and used "innate" artifacts. These innate artifacts would definitely be made of bones, stones, metal ores, as well as various plants or fruits.

The side profile of the Innate Creation Bone provides evidence.

Wow, this shape of Liusu is really funny...

However, since they are immortals, they should be able to weave clouds and rainbows into garments, not necessarily animal hides. They would also craft objects into shapes that suit their aesthetic sensibilities, such as Wolf Tooth Club ... For them, as long as their aesthetic sensibilities are aligned with this, they can simply create it. Then, they could spread these modifications throughout the world; this would be the initial form of civilization and education.

It's very likely. The word "Liusu" refers to the pendant on a crown. Perhaps it or its parents thought it was beautiful and named it that, while also containing a hint of power. This is one of the typical naming methods of early civilizations.

However, their existence didn't end in just a few years. Before Liusu herself was reborn into the stick, she had likely roamed the world, judging people by her own nose, for thousands or even tens of thousands of years. During this time, human civilization developed itself, eventually achieving the beauty of clothing and the grandeur of etiquette.

From this humanistic perspective, Liusu so elegant and sophisticated! They represent concepts of human ancestors and deities!

Just as the Four Fiends might be "deities" worshipped by these Witcher ancestors, could there be places where Liusu are worshipped and offered sacrifices? The world is vast; this possibility certainly exists! If so, we definitely must go and check it out...

The thought flashed through my mind, and there the energy cannon and the Witcher's Law Treasure had already collided several times with a series of booming sounds.

An airship, an inanimate object, was no match for the energy cannons mounted on it, which were no match for several Witcher. The cannon fire was blocked, but the light from the Law Treasure continued to bombard Qin Yi and the others.

But the real value of this bombing was to prevent their witchcraft from continuing.

The effects of Black Dog Blood have been weakened, the effects of Gang Qi Suppression have been weakened, and the effects of Binding Technique have been weakened!

"Whoosh!"

Lu Longting summoned his flying sword. Li Qingjun brandished her silver spear.

Tai Puzi and the others' various Law Treasure simultaneously emitted light.

Qin Yi, wielding Wolf Tooth Club, leaped forward and hurled it.

He smashed a statue.

With a loud crash, the ground shook violently, and Qin Yi fell backward, unable to even scratch the statue.

The Witcher sneered, "Although the energy here is limited to the clouds, this sculpture carries the body of Ancient Fierce Soul. You think you can destroy it? That Ancient Fierce Soul is worthless."

Qin Yi frowned and leaped back. Over there, Tai Puzi and the others were already engaged in battle with the Witcher, and the two were evenly matched for the time being.

"Stop." The leading Witcher parried Lu Longting's sword strike and said calmly, "Your junior brother's life or death is in my hands. Do you still dare to make a move?"

Lu Longting was somewhat better off without his junior brother present. Tai Puzi, Fan Rongzhi, and the others, fearing the consequences, dared not make another move.

Even Lu Longting dared not act rashly, lest he kill someone and be unable to explain himself. The Qin Yi was in the same boat, all hesitant to act for fear of harming the innocent.

Qin Yi didn't dare touch any of his Law Treasure; having hostages was such a hassle.

So what he was trying to smash was the statue, that's the key. Only when the foundation for summoning is gone can we talk about it. Fighting these Witcher is pointless.

The Witcher chuckled, "Actually, our rituals aren't that strict. You see..."

He took out a piece of blood jade that was missing a corner.

Qin Yi's heart stirred.

The blood jade floated toward the altar, and a blood-red light seemed to emanate from all around, suspending the blood jade above. Blood seemed to flow back and forth through the blood jade, as if it were a living thing.

This blood jade is clearly missing a corner, yet it seems unaffected?

What use is the small fragment he obtained?

The Witcher also said, "It's a pity that a small part of our Saint Jade is missing, affecting one of its functions... but that function isn't too important; the main function is still there."

Qin Yi said, "What's the use of this if you don't have enough living people?"

"Qin Yi, you are very strong, stronger than we expected. Your thinking is also clear and gets straight to the point, which has caused us a lot of trouble... I know you still have some trump cards to play. In fact, if you had come here alone, we might have been helpless. But you are being held back by a bunch of burdens and cannot perform to your full potential."

Tai Puzi and the others blushed.

Qin Yi shook his head and said, "They are not weak, they are just limited by the hostages. I'm too lazy to argue with you about the value of collective strength. Your attempts to sow discord between us are useless at this moment. Just say what you have to say."

"Our rituals yield different results depending on the order in which they are performed," the Witcher said slowly. "If we first offer a blood sacrifice and then place the Saint Jade, it is a step-by-step process, and the situation is entirely under our control. If we place the Saint Jade first, it is to guide the evil spirit's will to manifest in the world, and then perform the blood sacrifice to stabilize the evil spirit. At that point, the dead are no longer under our control..."

Qin Yi's heart skipped a beat. "What is it?"

"The Qiongqi's soul will begin killing the weakest person at this moment, continuing until it has killed twelve people. Then, the killing intent will be suppressed and contained by the Saint Jade, and the evil soul will settle down, completing the summoning ritual."

Everyone was horrified.

At this moment, the weakest refers not to cultivation, but to the remaining strength.

The weakest would definitely be those who are unconscious and unable to resist, followed by those who are still physically active but whose injuries have not yet healed and are relatively weak. It would never be the Witcher's turn.

"We didn't use it this way before because we were worried it might backfire on us," the Witcher laughed. "But after seeing you all, we're certain that we won't be the ones to die."

As soon as the words were spoken, the weather around the altar changed dramatically.

Countless human faces materialized in the void, all of them the faces of Xian Yun Ting Feng and others who had died earlier. They then twisted, struggled, and roared, before slowly coalescing into a vortex of human faces, churning up in the void.

This is the significance of the first phase of the blood sacrifice.

Immediately following, a violent surge of Blood Qi emanated from the center of the vortex, projecting down as if it were a tangible force onto the blood jade. The blood Blood Qi was then supplied through the blood jade like a heart, dispersing in all directions and flowing into the sculpture.

This is the second phase of the ceremony.

The sculpture slowly transformed into a fleshy, muscular form, its surface began to writhe, and its base began to rise, as if it had legs to stand on.

The Witcher laughed heartily, "You wanted to destroy the sculpture first, which shows you truly understood its essence, but unfortunately you couldn't... Huh?"

However, black smoke was seen billowing out from beneath the base where it stood.

Countless shadows swept out, catching the six Witcher surrounding the altar completely off guard. They were all struck by the shadows, coughing up blood and flying backward.

The shadowy figure roared as it was drawn into the crimson vortex, and amidst a flash of lightning and thunder, it solidified into a demonic shape that was a mix of black and crimson.

It has horns on its head, a gaping maw on its belly, and when it opens its mouth, it roars like thunder.

With the exact same appearance as the monster that attacked earlier, this Devil Creature, naturally formed by the dimensional characteristics of the Blood Nether Realm, began to awaken and take shape under the influence of the Qiongqi evil spirit!

"Roar!"

The Devil Creature reached out and slapped the nearest Witcher, turning him into minced meat. The blood and flesh of the dead Witcher gathered above the altar, igniting a crimson light at the "midnight" position.

The first sacrifice became the Witcher himself.

The other Witcher scattered in horror, their Witcher's voice trembling as he stammered, "This... this..."

Qin Yi was speechless for a moment.

It was suspected long ago that they hadn't grasped the changes over tens of thousands of years, and that the monsters from before were no longer within their expectations. Yet, when the ritual arrived, they still thought everything was fine, and now things have gone wrong...

The current situation is troublesome, and this is not the time to gloat. This monster is a chosen one of the world, whose strength crushes everyone, even Qin Yi cannot shake it. If you gloat over the death of the Witcher, the next moment will be your turn.

"Roar!" The Devil Creature roared to the sky, spraying Blood Rain down and silently dissolving on the high platform. A drop of Blood Rain splashed onto a Witcher's hand, and suddenly it began to disappear from his palm to his arm, as if it had been melted into the world around him.

The Witcher gritted his teeth and chopped off the entire arm. Everyone watched in stunned silence as the severed arm sank into the ground.