A formless aura that seemed to have transcended the eons spread out from all directions of the great hall. Perhaps it had experienced the corrosion of eons, but this aura made Xiao Chen feel that it contained traces of decay and decay. It even showed signs of collapsing.
However, even this aura that was on the verge of collapse still gave Xiao Chen a feeling that this formless aura was enough to suppress a peak Blood Refining Realm warrior.
The formless spiritual storm caused the entire space in the great hall to collapse. The formless aura made him unable to resist at all. At this moment, his entire body had been suppressed to the ground. His peak Blood Refining Realm martial arts cultivation had been reduced to nothingness at this moment. It was completely useless. In the depths of his Divine Soul, there was an invisible wave that suddenly exploded. He fell into a trance, not knowing what year it was.
The space in his Divine Soul continued to collapse and merge, overlapping with each other. A tragic scene appeared in his mind.
Wu! Wu!
In the image, an old man wearing a purple robe and a glazed crown stood alone on a stone tower that was hundreds of feet tall. In his hand was a purple warhorn that shone brightly. The sound of this warhorn was like thunder, mournful and endless. It pierced through the entire tribe and even tore through the endless void, straight up to the Nine Heavens. Under his feet, the ground was rumbling and collapsing. Giant rocks collapsed and turned into powder that rustled down.
Below the stone tower, figures with majestic blood and Qi sat cross-legged. Around him, countless clansmen faced the tower and knelt down. At this moment, regardless of gender or age, their eyes were resolute. They did not retreat, nor did they cry. Only their eyes revealed the determination to die.
The vast land outside the tribe was filled with an endless number of foreign races. They were pressing towards the tribe with traces of cruelty and bloodthirst. Finally, the sound of the horn stopped.
Seeing that the foreign races had already surrounded him, the purple-robed Venerable at the top of the stone tower glowed with a bright red light. He used his palm as a blade and lightly slashed his chest, causing a wound to appear. A blazing stream of blood shot out from his heart. This stream of blood gave off a dim purple-gold glow. This was the essence of a cultivator, and every drop was a treasure. If a cultivator lost too much of their blood, their life would be in danger.
However, the purple-robed Venerable One did not stop. One drop, two drops … fifty drops … His tall and straight body instantly aged. The jade-like smoothness that flowed on his body slowly dissipated. At this moment, all the essence in his body had been drained. His temples were as white as snow, but his expression was calm.
"Bloodline of the Violet Snake, gather your blood and activate the spell formation. Our descendants will no longer become food for these Outsiders. Send these damned Outsiders on their way!"
"I have no regrets for the human race!
Send these damned outsiders on their way! "
Immediately, the entire tribe let out a roar.
Boom!
Immediately, below the purple-robed Venerable One, above the entire tribe, streams of blood of different sizes burst forth. Every tribesman howled. Regardless of gender, age, or gender, they cut their chests and poured out all the blood in their bodies.
As for the weaker tribesmen, the moment their blood left their bodies, they collapsed to the ground, lifeless. Even though they were crawling on the blood-stained ground, they still had a smile on their faces. They had no regrets!
The blood of hundreds of thousands of tribesmen gathered in the sky, dyeing the entire sky blood red. Countless drops of blood instantly fused together, turning into a huge pillar of blood. It was bright red and resplendent.
Boom!
At this moment, the extremely old purple-robed Venerable One at the top of the stone tower let out another roar. Another drop of purple-gold blood, the size of a baby's fist, flew out from his chest that had not yet healed. It was surrounded by a dense purple aura, and it was even pulsing!
Suddenly, this fist-sized drop of purple-gold blood crashed into the blood-red pillar of blood.
"With the blood of hundreds of thousands of tribesmen of the Purple Snake War Tribe as a guide, I will activate the ancient sealing matrix. I will bury the bloodline of the beasts and the endless dark earth. I will protect the human race for eternity. The Purple Snake War Tribe will have no regrets!"
Boom!
The heavens and the earth were dyed red!
At this moment, Xiao Chen could no longer tell if he was ten thousand years ago, or if he had lost himself in the endless void. Even though this was only an illusion from ten thousand years ago, he could still feel the sorrowful scene. The blood sacrifice of the entire tribe, the sacrifice of the entire tribe.
At this moment, he could even feel the hearts of the tribe's ancient ancestors from ten thousand years ago. Hundreds of thousands of people died together to protect the descendants of the human race.
How can one say that one has no clothes? Robe with one's son. The ancient horn sounded.
How can one say that one has no clothes? Robe with one's son. The journey between heaven and earth is stained with blood.
At this moment, Xiao Chen seemed to have entered a vacuum zone. He could not hear a single sound, and his eyes were filled with endless blood.
The next moment, a beam of sword light tore through the blood-red sky. Xiao Chen's eyes regained their brightness. When he opened his eyes, everything had changed. The entire Purple Snake War Tribe had become a wasteland, covered by endless wastelands. There were no more ferocious beasts and foreign races. There was no more blood that covered the sky. Everything seemed to have been buried by the passage of time.
"The glorious human race, blood stained the great wilderness. The bloodline began to exist. Together, we went to the Vast Expanse. The entire race was sacrificed. Blood stained the scorched earth. Lonely souls dimmed. There was nothing to sacrifice. We did not die in a hundred battles. The human race is not extinct.
How heroic, but how sad! "At this moment, an old voice suddenly sounded in his mind. He knew this voice very well. It was the voice he had heard when he had transcended the passage of time. Now, that majestic and powerful voice seemed to have been worn away by the passage of time. It was trembling, and even a little powerless!
After a long time, Xiao Chen finally woke up from the endless memories. His eyes were wet. Throughout the passage of time, the human race did not die in a hundred battles. Blood stained the blue sky. They fought all over the land. They did not retreat or regret in the face of death. The war did not end. It was all for the sake of protecting the land that their ancestors had occupied. Their achievements could be seen by the sun and moon. How could they let the blood of their ancestors flow in vain? Their lives were lonely, and there was no one to worship them. They became lonely ghosts.
This was also the reason why Xiao Chen came to the palace to worship these ancestors who had accompanied him with his life after plundering the wealth left by the Purple Snake Tribe. However, what happened next was out of his expectation.
Following that, Xiao Chen felt that the invisible Qi that was originally on his body had disappeared without him noticing. The Battle Qi that was originally confined in his body could already circulate at this moment. His originally tensed body could also move.
After gently suppressing that trace of sorrow in his mind, Xiao Chen slowly opened his eyes. However, what came into view was an old face.
A figure in a purple official robe and crown was standing in front of him. The bead curtain on the crown was almost touching his face.