That light carried endless mysterious power, struggling to resist the Reincarnation Dao Flame. Where flame and light collided, earth-shaking booms erupted. Space was annihilated and reborn again and again, groaning under the strain.
"Is this the Sacrificial Script?!"
Jiang Yun's eyes blazed. The Dao Flame around him drew back slightly as he studied the eerie runes, his expression intent and grave.
He had seen the Sacrificial Talismans display their power before, but from too far away. He had glimpsed only a blurred outline, with no hope of grasping their mysteries.
Now the Sacrificial Script Dao Ancestor Gui Du had unleashed lay right before him. Every shifting rune and every ripple of power stood clear before his eyes. It was the perfect chance to study them.
The eerie runes surged as though they possessed minds of their own, exuding a dense darkness and a strange Grand Dao rhythm steeped in the uncanny and the ominous.
Jiang Yun knew that the Sacrificial Script formed on an altar after a sacrifice. It was the Weird Clan's ultimate trump card, passed down through the ages, and a treasure countless Dao Ancestors of the source had fought to control at any cost.
It was said that Dao Ancestors could entrust their bodies, Soul Light, and Primordial Spirits to the Sacrificial Script, then draw on its power to escape a calamity that would otherwise destroy them. It was a supreme secret art for preserving one's life.
Jiang Yun stared at the Sacrificial Script. His divine sense surged like a tide as he sought the source of its power.
He sensed that the power within it did not come from its wielder, but from some unknown, mysterious existence.
It seemed more like power the Weird Dao Ancestors borrowed from elsewhere through sacrifice. Otherwise, why call it a