It's over, it's completely over!
At this moment, Blood Mansion Ancestor's heart was as dead as ash. Even with the spirit-connecting jade of Wuji Pavilion, and even with all sorts of arrangements promised from that side, the probability of him successfully undergoing reincarnation and breaking through the prenatal amnesia would no longer exceed ten percent!
Such a perilous gamble, a chance of winning like this, was no different from having none at all!
He originally wanted to use this deal to elevate his originally meager thirty-percent chance of success. In fact, before making a move, through the benefits provided by the other party, he had indeed boosted his odds of winning by another ten percent. Yet who could have imagined that he would now lose everything, down to the very last penny?
One wrong step, and every step was wrong!
What to do? What to do?
His emotions blanketed the entire grotto-heaven. Those disciples, puppets, and nether-entities who had been chanting mantras all stopped in the absence of his direction.
Feelings of panic and confusion, in turn, gave birth to cracks within his mind. Blood Mansion Ancestor finally collapsed:
"Ah!"
The piercing shrieks formed a terrifying sound-based killing technique. Aside from a few puppets whose minds were attuned to his, those unlucky disciples and thousands of nether-spirits and ghosts were wiped out cleanly without even managing to utter a single groan.
The Crimson Firmament Curse Kill Seal was still there, but having it was the same as having nothing.
Wait, the Crimson Firmament Curse Kill Seal?
Blood Mansion Ancestor suddenly caught a thread of inspiration. On the lake of his mind, ripples seemed to gently sway—that was half a league of water, a pond of lotus flowers.
Only then did he discover that the lotus pond in his memory was