Blood Scripture, Ancestor Styx's Legacy!

"As long as the Sea of Blood does not dry, the Styx shall not perish... Inherit My orthodoxy, and you shall wield the power of slaughter..."

"Blood Scripture... Refine the essence and blood of ten thousand spirits, forge the supreme blood body..."

"Yuantu, Abi... treasures of the path of slaughter... Karma Fire Red Lotus... burn away sins and sever karma..."

"The Sea of Blood is boundless... manifest billions of incarnations... Blood God Child..."

Cold, vast, and seemingly originating from the primordial era, the sound of the path of slaughter resonated.

Carrying visions of an endless sea of blood and profound incantations, it slammed violently into Lin Chen's consciousness!

The memories of his twenty-plus years in his past life were as insignificant as dust before this torrent.

The fragmented sword shadows of Yuantu and Abi, the faint glow of the Karma Fire Red Lotus!

The towering waves of the boundless Sea of Blood, the eerie incarnations of the Blood God Child...

They conveyed a single, ravenous will:

Blood! Souls!

As the excruciating pain tore at his spirit and he teetered on the brink of annihilation.

The foundational chapter of the Blood Scripture began to circulate on its own!

It shielded his young heart and meridians!

"Hiss!"

Cold, ferocious power sprouted within Lin Chen's parched dantian.

He snapped his eyes open.

Inside the body of a five-year-old child resided an adult soul filled with monstrous hatred and icy killing intent:

Cold, sinister, and reeking of rot.

His wrists and ankles throbbed with pain from the friction of coarse iron chains.

Outside the cramped iron cage were other cages, similarly imprisoning terrified children.

Dark, congealed bloodstains marred the walls.

He had been in this world for five years!

The Dou Qi Continent, son of a Xiao Clan guard.

His parents, Lin Shan and Su Wan, were brutally murdered months ago for stumbling upon the secret of Jialie Lang and Jialie Bei, brothers of a branch family of the Jialie Clan, who were kidnapping young children.

They were tortured to death!

Xiao Bao, a friend of his parents, had taken bribes from them.

He had abducted Lin Chen from the Xiao Clan orphanage and brought him here.

These two brothers practiced evil arts, relying on the consumption of the essence and blood of young children to luckily step into the realm of a Dou Shi!

At this moment, in the center of the cellar, the baleful energy from the backlash of their evil arts permeated the air like poisonous mist:

"Trash! Idiot!"

Jialie Lang, gaunt as a jackal with sinister, predatory eyes, pointed at the shriveled, blackened corpse of a child nearby.

His voice was sharp and grating, like sandpaper rubbing together:

"Look! Look at the good work you've done! The 'Blood Guide' is agitated, and not even one-tenth of the essence remains!"

"This entire batch is ruined, damn it! These were 'Yin-Time Children' I went to such lengths to find!"

The muscles on his sallow face twisted as evil energy surged upward.

It made him look like a skeleton draped in human skin:

"Go to hell with your bullshit!"

Jialie Bei, as burly as a bear, had eyes red as blood, his aura violent and unstable.

He was like a powder keg ready to explode at any moment.

He irritably tore at his already tattered clothes.

Revealing knotted muscles, upon which dark blue veins writhed like earthworms:

"It was you! Jialie Lang!"

"It was the half-chapter of the incantation you gave me that was flawed!"

"Are you trying to kill me so you can swallow this Blood-Devouring Demon Infant Art all for yourself?!"

He roared, slamming a fist heavily against the stone wall beside him:

"Boom!"

Debris rained down, and the entire cellar seemed to tremble.

The look he cast at Jialie Lang was filled with suspicion and the savage glint of a beast.

The evil art had not only eroded their bodies but had completely twisted their brotherhood.

Amplifying suspicion and greed:

"Hog it all? Bullshit!"

"We discovered the cultivation technique together, how could I possibly hog it all?!"

A fierce glint flashed in Jalie Lang's eyes as he suppressed his surging killing intent.

He forced a smile onto his face that looked even worse than a grimace and pulled an exquisite silver flask from his robes:

"But I was indeed in the wrong on this matter!"

"Brother Bei, calm your anger! It was I who was impatient."

"You and I are brothers as one; having obtained this supreme opportunity together, we should naturally work in unity."

"Come, have a drink of the 'Red Refinement Nectar' I've kept in store—it's the best for calming restless blood and stabilizing demonic arts!"

He shook the flask, and the sound of viscous liquid sloshing inside could be heard.

A scent of wine, carrying a strange, sweet, and fishy odor, began to permeate the air.

Jalie Bei stared at the flask with suspicion, yet his throat bobbed uncontrollably.

The heat and frenzy brought on by the evil arts, combined with his long-suppressed addiction to alcohol, instantly shattered his last shred of vigilance:

"Hmph! You're sensible enough, at least!"

He snatched the flask and tilted his head back, gulping it down with loud, frantic swallows.

Amber-colored liquid trickled down the corners of his mouth, soaking the fur on his chest.

Lin Chen curled up in the corner of the cold iron cage.

His twenty-plus years of experience from his past life made his heart as clear as a mirror.

Poisoned wine! Brothers turning on each other!

This Jalie Bei really is a fool!

He suppressed the discomfort of this young body.

His eyes remained locked on Jalie Bei, his heart filled with nothing but bone-chilling coldness.

The image of his parents' tragic deaths resurfaced, along with Xiao Bao's hypocritical face...

They were the parents who had raised him for five years, after all!

With the blood feud unavenged, how could he die here!

He needed power!

And now, his golden finger had finally arrived.

The killing intent in his heart could not suppress his excitement—this was a cultivation technique from the Primordial Era!

The cold power brought by the Blood Scripture circulated through his tiny meridians.

The craving for consumption, originating from the Primordial Era, made his senses abnormally sharp.

Barely a moment after the wine hit his stomach:

"Urgh... Pfft!"

The ferocity on Jalie Bei's face suddenly froze, replaced by extreme agony and disbelief!

He violently threw the flask away and clutched his own throat with both hands.

His eyes bulged, and his complexion instantly shifted from crimson to a terrifying, bruised black!

"Wine... wine... Jalie Lang!"

"You... you motherfucker... how vicious!!"

Foul-smelling black blood gushed from his nose and mouth like a fountain.

His body convulsed violently, twisting and thrashing on the ground like a fish out of water.

The originally violent Dou Qi within him was now completely out of control.

It felt like countless steel needles darting wildly through his meridians.

Black veins bulged beneath his skin, appearing as if they would burst at any moment!

The powerful vitality of a Dou Master kept him from dying immediately.

He endured inhuman torture:

"My good brother Bei,"

The fake smile on Jalie Lang's face vanished completely, leaving only naked cruelty and greed.

He slowly retreated, avoiding the blackened claws that Jalie Bei was flailing about in his death throes.

His voice was as cold as the winds of the Nine Netherworlds:

"Your essence blood and the origin of your Dou Qi are a hundred times more nourishing than these 'little snacks'!"

"Rather than letting a fool like you continue to waste 'materials' and ruin my grand plans, it is better that you fulfill your brother!"

"Rest assured, once your brother's demonic art reaches completion, I will be sure to 'take good care' of your wife and children."

"I will send them down to reunite with you!"

There was not a shred of brotherly affection in his eyes, only an extreme, insatiable greed for power.

He hesitated no longer, drawing a bone-white blade with a hideous, jagged design.

The edge of the blade shimmered with a ghostly green light.

He first turned to Jalie Bei, whose wrist was still twitching violently.

He slashed a deep, bone-reaching wound into it!

Black, viscous blood, reeking of a foul and evil stench, gushed out in a steady stream.

Immediately after, he sliced open his own withered wrist.

Dark red blood seeped out as well, carrying a cold, malevolent aura.

A fanatical light flickered in Jalie Lang's eyes.

He grabbed Jalie Bei's bleeding wrist, forcefully pressing the two wounds tightly together!

"Blood-Devouring Essence Theft! Absorb for me!"

Jalie Lang roared fiercely, pushing the Blood-Devouring Demon Infant Art to its limit!

"Glug! Glug!"

A stream of dark red blood, as thick as if it were solid, was forcibly extracted from Jalie Bei's wound like a living creature!

The bloodline seemed to contain countless tiny, twisted, wailing wraiths.

Mixed with Jalie Bei's life essence, Dou Qi origin, and the chaotic malice accumulated from practicing evil arts, it surged madly into Jalie Lang's body!

"Argh!!!"

Jalie Bei let out a heart-rending, inhuman shriek.

His body withered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

His muscles atrophied, his skin lost its luster, and it clung tightly to his bones.

He looked like air-dried cured meat.

Meanwhile, Jalie Lang let out a moan of extreme pleasure.

A sickly flush rose to his face.

His withered body swelled slightly as if being inflated.

The dark red evil aura permeating his body surged violently:

"Boom!"

His aura climbed steadily, pushing straight toward the peak of a Three-Star Dou Shi!

The entire cellar howled with cold winds, filled with flickering ghostly shadows.

It was as if it had transformed into a living hell!

Inside the cage, Lin Chen's pupils constricted.

The basic volume of the Blood Scripture, circulating automatically within his body, clearly sensed the torrent of massive life essence and chaotic soul energy being forcibly extracted!

An instinctual craving, infinitely more tyrannical and pure than the evil art Jalie Lang practiced, surged forth.

It was a hunger for consumption, carrying a supreme, predatory will.

Like a beast that had been starving for billions of years, it roared madly in the depths of Lin Chen's soul!

The Blood Scripture refines the blood essence of all living things!

Was this torrent of energy, initially refined by an evil art and currently being devoured by Jalie Lang, not a "great tonic" of blood essence?

Moreover, it was "processed" nourishment, making it even easier for a higher-level power to plunder!

An extremely insane, yet crystal-clear plan, bolstered by the inheritance of the Styx, instantly took shape in Lin Chen's cold heart:

Play along with the enemy's scheme and seize control!

Utilize the very consumption channel the opponent had actively established to conduct a reverse plunder using the supreme devouring power of the Blood Scripture!

Without a doubt, given the status of the Blood Scripture, it could absolutely be done!

Jalie Lang greedily devoured the final trace of energy.

Jalie Bei had completely transformed into a curled-up, skin-and-bones mummified corpse.

His face was frozen in an expression of extreme agony and resentment.

Jalie Lang let out a satisfied, long howl.

His aura had remarkably stabilized at the peak of a Three-Star Dou Shi!

Evil energy churned around his body, and the red glow in his eyes grew even more intense.

He was filled with violence and power.

His scarlet, brutal gaze swept across the deathly silent cages like a searchlight.

Most of the children had fainted, like lambs waiting for the slaughter.

Only in the cage of that Xiao Clan brat in the corner were those cold, indifferent eyes.

They even carried a hint of... mockery?

This made him extremely displeased!

"Little bastard!"

Jalie Lang took a step forward, carrying a heavy stench of blood and a suffocating pressure.

He arrived instantly in front of Lin Chen's cage.

A bone blade spun nimbly between his fingertips, flashing with a chilling, cold light.

His face wore a look of cruel playfulness and vengeance.

His voice sounded like the cry of an Owlman:

"So you are the spawn of those two ungrateful wretches who ruined my plans?"

"Causing me so much extra trouble and costing me so many 'materials'?"

"Hmm?!"

He slammed a foot against the iron cage, producing a harsh metallic clang!

"Now it's your turn! Little brat!"

Jalie Lang grinned hideously and roughly opened the iron lock.

The rusted chains rattled loudly.

His withered hand, which contained terrifying strength, reached into the cage like an iron pincer.

He grabbed Lin Chen by the collar and dragged his thin, small body out as easily as if he were a chick.

He threw him heavily onto the cold, damp floor, which was covered in bloodstains!

Lin Chen let out a muffled groan as the chains on his wrists and ankles pulled taut, causing him sharp pain.

He struggled to lift his head.

His cold eyes stared back at Jalie Lang's face, which was distorted and deformed by evil arts, without a trace of fear.

"What are you looking at?! You little animal!"

Lin Chen's gaze thoroughly enraged Jalie Lang.

He felt his authority had been challenged:

"I am going to make you watch your own blood drain away, drop by drop!"

"I will make you die slowly in despair!"

"I will make your dead parents watch from below as their cub is sucked dry by me!"

"This is the price for offending me!"

"Hahahaha!"

Jalie Lang let out a frantic, gratified laugh.

It echoed through the gloomy cellar like the roar of a demon.

Amidst his wild laughter, he crouched down.

His withered fingers clamped onto Lin Chen's slender wrist like iron hoops.

The force was enough to crush bone!

The cold bone blade, stained with Jalie Bei's wet, black blood and heavy evil energy, flashed with a ghostly green light as it pressed against Lin Chen's fair, fragile skin:

"Starting with you!"

"Little brat, savor this well—this is what true despair feels like!"

Jalie Lang grinned hideously and exerted sudden force with his wrist!

"Sshhh!"

The sharp bone blade instantly sliced open Lin Chen's wrist!

Bright red blood, carrying the scent of a nascent life, surged forth like pearls spilling from a broken string.

It dripped onto the cold, filthy ground, blooming into a small, jarring patch of crimson.

A sharp, agonizing pain flared, but Lin Chen gritted his teeth, refusing to let out a single sound!

His gaze turned cold to the extreme, as frigid as glacial ice.

He stared fixedly at Jalie Lang's wrist, which had also been slashed and was currently oozing dark red blood.

The foundational chapter of the Blood Scripture within his body began to circulate at an unprecedented, frenzied speed.

That faint trace of power acted like a shark that had caught the scent of blood!

In an instant, it converged upon the wound on his wrist!

A devouring vortex, born from the primal source of ancient slaughter and carrying a faint yet supreme will of plunder, formed silently deep within the wound, poised and ready!

Jalie Lang paid no mind to Lin Chen's gaze or the insignificant wound.

He was entirely immersed in the thrill of revenge and the anticipation of feasting upon "fresh blood-meat."

He extended his own wrist, from which dark blood flowed.

His face wore an expression of cruel anticipation and sadistic excitement.

He was about to press that wound ruthlessly against Lin Chen's!

He wanted this ignorant brat to be drained of every drop of blood and every shred of soul, amidst the deepest agony and terror!

The two wrists, each trailing their own flowing blood, drew closer and closer under the dim, flickering firelight... closer and closer...