Chapter 1558 - 1548: Chaotic Bloodlines of the Six Imperial Clans

Chapter 1558: Chapter 1548: Chaotic Bloodlines of the Six Imperial Clans

Luo Hou was silent.

His hands clenched tightly.

Sharp nails pierced the skin, blood flowing between his fingers, dripping to the ground, splattering into blood flowers.

Revenge!

The Qin Dynasty!

Devour the mentor’s heart!

Various god thoughts intertwined, making Luo Hou’s expression twisted.

If there was anything in this world that could disrupt his god thoughts and career, it was the Qin Dynasty.

His three lifetimes.

In the first life, suppressed by Hongjun, a narrow escape from death.

In the second life, oppressed by the Qin Dynasty, dangers lurked everywhere.

In the third life, still suppressed by the Qin Dynasty, even as the Saint Heir of the Dark Sanctuary, he could not break free from the shackles.

"Master, I am willing to devour..."

Luo Hou took a deep breath, finally making up his mind, ready to devour the magic heart, but when he raised his head, he found that the Dark God Master was already lifeless.

Like a statue, standing still!

"Farewell, Master!"

"I swear as your disciple, I will avenge you!"

Luo Hou knelt on the ground, respectfully kowtowed three times, and then took the magic heart from the Dark God Master’s hand, shining with purple, gold, and black, supreme and utterly evil.

The magic heart!

A heart containing the original demonic blood!

Luo Hou could even feel the demonic blood within him boiling, sending signals of desire, as if devouring the magic heart could trigger an ancestral regression.

The magic heart was not heavy, but Luo Hou holding it felt like gripping a million God Mountains.

That was responsibility!

That was hatred!

It was also an abandonment of righteousness and morality!

Although Luo Hou was demonic, decisive in killing and plundering, he had his own principles, respecting mentors, cherishing clan members...

He was a demon with affection and righteousness!

And now.

He must devour the master’s heart...

Luo Hou stood up, threw back his head, swallowed the magic heart into his belly, transforming into a vast energy, nourishing his whole body.

Immediately, a terrifying aura exploded from within him.

Behind him, a shadow appeared.

Entirely black.

Its height was unfathomable, supporting the heavens and the earth.

Centered on the hall, rolling demonic qi spread, engulfing the nine heavens and ten earths, forming an inescapable demonic prison, black demonic flames burning fiercely, distorting space and time dimensions.

"Farewell, God Master!"

In the distance, the Saint Master looked towards the inescapable demonic prison, his heart filled with even more sorrow, muttering silently.

...

Emperor Realm.

"Crack!"

In the hall dedicated to the Soul Jade, there came a sound of shattering.

The elder guarding the hall was lying on a chair, drowsy, but upon hearing the cracking sound, his expression changed slightly, his bottom like being on fire, he stood up abruptly.

He looked up, gazed at the high platform where the Soul Jade was placed, from bottom to top, everywhere were shattered Soul Jades.

Elder of the Three Knowledge Realm!

Ancestor of the Causality Realm!

Finally... the Clan Leader of the Six Tribes!

Dead!

All are dead!

"How could this happen?"

The elder guarding the hall stumbled, collapsing into the rocking chair, face pale as paper.

After a long time.

The shattering sound finally ceased.

The elder guarding the hall looked again, discovering among the countless Soul Jades, there were only a few dozen remaining, emitting a faint light.

The most critical.

Placed at the highest point, the Soul Jade of the ancestor of the Causality Realm, only six lonely pieces remained.

Each tribe only had one Causality Realm powerhouse left!

The hall-guarding elder realized the gravity of the situation, trembling, took out a token, and conveyed the information to the powerful ones remaining in the clan.

Before long.

Sounds of breaking through the void were heard.

"What happened?"

The first to arrive was an ancestor of the Lin Clan, dressed in a cyan robe, with long beard, ruddy complexion, surrounded by a transcending aura.

It must be said that as descendants of imperial blood, they all were good-looking.

Even in old age.

They still retained a youthful appearance with silvery hair.

The hall-guarding elder, unable to perform a formal greeting, spoke in a trembling voice: "The Clan Leader, ancestors, elders, all those who participated in the major battle, have perished!"

The Lin Clan ancestor was shocked, immediately stepped out of the hall, staring at the ravaged offering platform, dumbfounded.

In the next few breaths, more people entered the hall.

At first, they were still noisy.

Because many were awakened from a closed cultivation state.

This feeling is like someone with morning temper being woken up just after falling asleep, it’s hard to be happy!

But after entering the hall, they all fell silent.

A deathly silence.

The void appeared frozen, time seemed to stop flowing.

"Quickly investigate!"

"What exactly happened?"

"How did the Clan Leader and the ancestors fall?"

Finally, the ancestor of the Ah Tribe reacted, shouted coldly.

The elder responsible for intelligence rushed out in a panic, about four hours later, he hurriedly ran back, holding a report, trembling uncontrollably.

"Ancestor, we have found out!"

"During the fierce battle with the Qin Dynasty, the Dark Sanctuary suddenly retreated, the Ten Thousand Slaughter Hall’s powerhouses were taken to the Guard of Tribulation by Shihdai, as for the Clan Leader and others, they were all killed!"

The elder’s voice was filled with endless fear.

"Damn the Dark Sanctuary!"

"Damn the Ten Thousand Slaughter Hall!"

The ancestor of the Ah Tribe was furious, unable to stop cursing.

A terrifying aura erupted!

Creating turbulent waves in the hall, shattering space-time, extremely terrifying.

"Enough!"

"Now is not the time for anger, think about what to do next!"

The ancestor of the Xiu Tribe was much calmer, spoke in a deep voice.

"What to do? Does the Qin Dynasty dare to invade us?"

The ancestor of the Ah Tribe retorted angrily.

"Why wouldn’t it?"

The ancestor of the Xiu Tribe asked back, "If you annihilated the top powerhouses of opposing forces, would you not continue to pursue the victory?"

"This... this can’t be true!"

The ancestor of the Ah Tribe looked even more grim, with a hint of hope said, "Our Emperor Realm is a world personally conferred by the Master, eternally undisturbed by war, would the Qin Dynasty dare to defy the Master’s decrees?"

The Six Tribes of Imperial Blood are followers of the Lord of the Taoist Book.

The Master they referred to, is the Lord of the Taoist Book.

After conquering the endless universe, the Lord of the Taoist Book held a conferment ceremony, giving generous rewards to those who followed him and those who made significant contributions.

Among these, three Unconquered Worlds were established.

Namely, the Emperor Realm!

The Dao Saint World!

The Taoist World!

The Emperor Realm is the fief of the Six Tribes of Imperial Blood.

The Dao Saint World is the territory of the Dao Saint Temple.

As for the last Taoist World, it was the world where the Lord of the Taoist Book resided before his disappearance, located at the center of the Ultimate Universe.

"If the Qin Dynasty still cared about the Master, it wouldn’t have killed the Clan Leader and others!"

"The Master has been missing for a trillion years, his prestige is not what it used to be, the Qin Dynasty’s ruler is ambitious, the chances of them attacking are high, it’s better for us to prepare in advance!"

The ancestor of the Xiu Tribe gave a bitter smile, spoke gloomily.

Authority.

Ultimately, cannot withstand the test of time.

The span of a trillion years is enough for people to forget the Lord of the Taoist Book.

"Xiu Ancestor is right!"

"Currently, our Six Ancestors of the Imperial Blood are facing the most dangerous situation since birth, we must act cautiously!"

The ancestor of the Sky Tribe thought for a moment, spoke solemnly.

"Then what should we do?"

The ancestor of the Ah Tribe asked.

The hall’s atmosphere reverted back to a deadly silence, the alliance of the three forces—the Dark Sanctuary, the Six Tribes of Imperial Blood, and the Ten Thousand Slaughter Hall—was no match for the Qin Dynasty, what could they do with what they had left?

"Go to the Taoist World!"

"The Qin Dynasty might dare attack the Emperor Realm, but they absolutely don’t dare to invade the Taoist World, at least not yet..."

Sitting silently at the edge, the ancestor of the Fallen Tribe sighed, speaking softly.

The Taoist World!

Everyone’s eyes brightened!

That was a good place to seek refuge!