Tracing Blood to Its Source, Borrowing Blood for Use!

Xuan Ning's eyes were bloodshot, filled with the furious flames of hatred.

After he spoke these words.

Countless incredibly thin white lines began to swirl around him.

These lines continuously intertwined and transformed, becoming runes imbued with Dao Charm.

Xuan Ning bit his index finger and used his blood to seal the contract.

In an instant, the runes exploded and dissipated like white starlight.

"An unbreakable Heavenly Dao Contract."

Su Chenxiao's expression remained unchanged. He stared intently into Xuan Ning's eyes for a long time before finally saying calmly.

"Get up. He can't escape."

"When the Crimson Meteor Burial Ground opens, we'll bury him and that Dark Era Black Ancient Scripture there together."

Xuan Ning was overjoyed upon hearing this, bowing his head heavily and saying loudly.

"Young Master, Xuan Ning thanks you!"

The events that transpired in the Xuan Family caused quite a stir among the Hidden Ancient Clans.

No one had expected that such a ruthless and decisive Clan Head would choose to take his own life for the sake of his son.

However, the matter of apprehending Xuan Aotian did not end there.

The various clans of the Hidden Ancient Clans joined forces to blockade this Dao Domain.

Simultaneously, they issued a significant bounty: anyone who could capture Xuan Aotian or provide information leading to him would receive a massive reward!

Underneath this hefty reward, even with the risk of being corrupted by Dark Era anomalies.

Countless cultivators still flocked to the scene, frantically searching for any trace of Xuan Aotian!

At this moment, within the Mist Forest Mountain Range.

A deafening roar erupted within this incredibly silent, ancient forest!

"RUMBLE—"

"All of you, die!"

Xuan Aotian, covered in blood, his face contorted in madness, annihilated dozens of cultivators who had appeared there!

He clutched a struggling Ancient Clan cultivator in his right hand, forcibly performing a soul-searching.

Hum

After forcibly extracting the cultivator's memories, Xuan Aotian began to tremble uncontrollably, his gaze chilling.

Ignoring the cultivator's painful, shrill screams.

He tightened his grip with his right hand, crushing the cultivator's head!

"Bang!"

A large amount of blood splattered onto his face and eyes.

The news of his father's death plunged Xuan Aotian into extreme grief, and he couldn't help but throw his head back and let out a roar.

"Aaaargh!!!"

The Black Ancient Scripture floated beside him, releasing an incredibly sinister power that incinerated the surrounding corpses.

A shadow appeared beside Xuan Aotian, looking at the trembling Xuan Aotian kneeling on the ground and cackling eerily.

"What's wrong? Didn't you hate your father?"

"Why do you seem so pained upon hearing of his death?"

"Boom"

Xuan Aotian furiously pounded the ground with his fists.

Even though his hands were already bloody and mangled, he didn't stop.

Only after the ground was smashed into a deep pit did Xuan Aotian slowly raise his head.

His eyes, intensely crimson, shed two streams of blood tears.

The shadow generated by the Black Ancient Scripture tutted in admiration beside him.

"What a beautiful gaze. In your eyes, I see hatred, rage..."

Xuan Aotian coldly turned his head and lunged at the shadow with a punch, roaring.

"You... shut up!"

However, his attack only caused the shadow to dissipate momentarily before reforming.

"That old fossil died for the Xuan Family, yet he claimed it was for me!"

"All of this is what he owes me, Xuan Aotian!"

"Does he think I'll forgive him just because of this? Never!"

From this day forward, I have no more damn blood ties, and no one can control me!

No matter who it is, I, Xuan Aotian, will kill them if I want to!

Those who have offended me, Xuan Aotian, I won't let a single one go!

Thinking this, Xuan Aotian let out a wild, heaven-shaking laugh.

"Hahahaha!"

Even his eyes were being infected by wisps of black energy.

He was completely unaware of the shadow beside him, its fanged mouth splitting into a strange, eerie grin.

One day later.

The summit of Thousand Mechanisms Peak in the Xuan Family.

A colossal crimson vortex stood atop the mountain.

Barriers were erected around it, preventing entry without a Qualification Token.

Tens of thousands of people gathered here, awaiting the opening of the Crimson Meteor Burial Ground today.

Su Chenxiao sat in the place of honor, with several Ancient Clan Heads respectfully standing beside him.

"You're saying you can capture that Xuan Aotian today?"

Su Chenxiao asked, looking with interest at Qi Kong, the Clan Head of the Qi Family.

Qi Kong cupped his hands respectfully and replied.

"Reporting to Young Master, Xuan Aotian killed my youngest son and stole his Qualification Token, all to enter this Crimson Meteor Burial Ground."

"We have now sealed off the entire Kan Ming Dao Domain."

"If this brat wants to escape, his only option is to use the Primordial Teleportation Array within the Crimson Meteor Burial Ground!"

Xuan Ning's icy gaze swept over the crowd below as he said in a deep voice.

"Perhaps he is hiding among the crowd right now."

Su Chenxiao said with a light smile, "Do you need this Young Master's help?"

Qi Kong exchanged glances with the other Clan Heads, all of them confidently stating.

"Young Master, we have four Saint Realm experts present. If we can't even capture a mere discarded son of the Undying Realm, wouldn't that be a laughingstock?"

Another Clan Head also guaranteed.

"If four Saint Realm experts personally take action and still can't catch Xuan Aotian, we might as well find a piece of tofu and kill ourselves right here!"

This damned sense of déjà vu...

Su Chenxiao's expression turned a bit strange upon hearing this, and he said nothing more.

Hum.

The System panel unfolded.

A bright, flashing red dot on the System map was right here.

Su Chenxiao looked into the crowd below with a smiling face.

He saw a rough-looking man in a gray cloak among the crowd quickly lower his head.

Damn it, did this guy find me?

A strange laugh echoed in his Sea of Consciousness.

What are you afraid of? You have the Black Ancient Scripture. So what if you're exposed?

Your motive for snatching the Qualification Token was too obvious. I can sense the aura of a killing formation here. It seems these people have already set up a net, intending to drag you out today...

Upon hearing this, a cold killing intent flashed in Xuan Aotian's eyes, and he laughed disdainfully.

"Just these guys, do they think they can catch me, Xuan Aotian, like this?"

He had already made his own plans.

Su Chenxiao withdrew his gaze.

He sat on his chair, lazily propping his head with his left hand, his eyes lowered as he smiled playfully.

He's arrived quite early.

Let there be a commotion, preferably a bigger one.

You're already burdened with so many sins, you don't mind adding one more...

With a gentle flip of his right hand.

A Death Soul Beast, resembling a white furball, appeared in his hand.

After consuming the divine soul of a King Sealing Realm cultivator, the Death Soul Beast spent a considerable amount of time digesting it.

It had now evolved from its juvenile stage to its youth stage, its aura significantly more powerful. It seemed like the time had come for it to be of some use.

About the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

The Great Elder of the Xuan Family looked towards the secret realm vortex atop the peak.

Only when the secret realm vortex turned a vibrant red and fully manifested did he approach Su Chenxiao and the various Ancient Clan Heads. He spoke with utmost respect.

"The time has come. We can now enter the Crimson Meteor Burial Ground."

Qi Kong nodded. He exchanged glances with the surrounding Ancient Clan Heads, signaling that they could begin.

They had been full of confidence and had made all the necessary arrangements on their way here!

Qi Kong let out a cold laugh and spoke.

"Then, let's begin!"

"Xuan Ning, I'll need your blood!"