Chapter 299 - 124: Late-Night Sacrifice, Resurrection, Xie Nian True Master

As if sensing Ning Qingyu’s gaze, the Silver-White Dog Demon stopped licking its paws and let out a cry:

"AWOO!"

In an instant, the roar exploded like a clap of thunder!

The surging soundwave instantly swept across the altar and the entire cave. It kicked up a tide of dust that rushed in all directions, slapping against the surrounding murals.

’This Dog Demon...’

Ning Qingyu’s expression changed drastically. Utterly horrified, he finally understood that the one who had been chasing him all this time was this very Silver-White Dog Demon before him.

Before he could react, an icy chill washed over him. Ning Qingyu froze, like a snake stiff with cold in the dead of winter, unable to even move his eyes.

It was Su Bai who had glanced at him.

"It seems you’re quite fond of sacrifices?"

Su Bai’s expression was calm. He glanced at Ning Qingyu, then pointed a finger at the black altar.

HUM!

To Ning Qingyu’s utter despair, a bloody light shot out from the altar, instantly engulfing his body.

In the final moment before his figure vanished, he heard the white-robed young man’s indifferent voice:

"Then you can have a taste of being sacrificed yourself."

"NO!!"

"AH! DON’T!"

Within the surging, world-shaking bloody light, phantom images of demons and gods appeared around Ning Qingyu. They were the eight avatars of carnal desire he had condensed using the Supreme Nine Destruction Body.

At this moment, the eight avatars let out inhuman shrieks.

But no matter how they struggled, they could not escape the binds of the bloody light.

Hidden within that bloody light was an incredibly profound Evil Qi, capable of corrupting Sacred Artifacts and Magical Treasures, let alone a few illusory avatars.

In just a flash, Ning Qingyu vanished from within the bloody light.

It seemed that in less than the blink of an eye, the black altar had completely "swallowed" Ning Qingyu.

Afterward, amidst the bloody radiance spreading in all directions, Su Bai heard a low whisper:

"What... do you desire?"

Su Bai stood with his hands behind his back, looking indifferently at the altar before him. He slowly spoke:

"What do you have?"

After hearing Su Bai’s voice, the altar fell silent, seemingly unable to answer the question.

A long time later, the cold, demonic voice sounded again:

"Name it, and it shall be yours. I have everything."

"You have everything?"

Su Bai almost laughed at those words.

’An altar left behind by a mere Evil Cultivator dares to claim it has everything?’

Even when that Evil Cultivator was alive, he wouldn’t have dared make such a boast.

In his view, this Master of the Altar was likely the previous Evil Cultivator who practiced the Supreme Nine Destruction Body.

"Since you have everything, then..."

Su Bai’s eyes flickered slightly as he continued:

"I’ve heard that the Netherworld Venerable Master, who once lived in the Netherworld, possessed a wondrous treasure that could allow all living beings to enter Reincarnation. Do you have it?"

BOOM!

The altar trembled violently. For a moment, the blood-red mist roiled and roared like a Dragon.

The demonic voice sounded somewhat distorted:

"The offering is insufficient!"

"Insufficient? Interesting. Then I’ll make up the difference for you."

Su Bai spoke indifferently. With a single thought, a fierce wind erupted in the cave, filling the air with dust!

The blood-red candlelight on each lamp flickered violently.

Invisible to the naked eye, the sinister Evil Qi that filled the world began to pour in rapidly!

With the current strength of his Divine Thoughts, a single thought was enough to mobilize all the Ten Thousand Spirits and things around him.

At this moment, with a turn of his Thoughts, the winds and clouds gathered among the mountains.

Amidst the howling wind, the boundless, sinister Evil Qi filling the mountains came rolling and churning over.

Guided by his Finger Seal, it all poured into the black altar.

BUZZ! BUZZ!

Spurred by this stimulus, the altar, wreathed in blood mist, began to shake crazily. Faintly, the wails of countless Fierce Ghosts seemed to emanate from within the mist.

The sound of these Fierce Ghosts spread in all directions, seeping out of the cave and echoing through the mountains.

Instantly, the countless beasts lying motionless in the mountains were all violently startled, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.

The villagers in the nearby mountain village were also utterly horrified. The young men who had been slaughtering a wild boar by moonlight and campfire were so scared they dropped their blades and fell to their knees in prayer.

The old village chief, surprisingly energetic, knelt and shouted, muttering incantations and yelling for the villagers to hurry up and bring out the "sacrifices."

It turned out that tonight was the day they made their offering to the "Mountain God." That was why they had been waiting late into the night, hoping only to prepare the "sacrifices" before dawn arrived.

"Damn it! A bunch of stupid mountain folk!"

"What Mountain God! They’re just a bunch of Demon Fiends and monsters! Hurry up and let me go!"

"Let us go, quick!"

A few villagers pushed a flatbed cart, upon which several trussed-up young men were tied, to the village entrance.

One of the young men, named Li Qing, was filled with suppressed rage and couldn’t help but curse loudly.

He had never imagined that they, who had come with the good intention of vanquishing Demons for the villagers, would instead be betrayed by them.

"Brother Li! We brothers have been upholding justice all this time, but it looks like we’ve really failed this time. To think these idiots would actually believe the words of Demon Fiends and monsters!"

At that moment, another young man shouted angrily:

"Fine! After I die and become a ghost, I’ll make sure to kill all you stupid villagers, along with those Demon Fiends and monsters!"

"That’s right! We’ll all be ghosts after we die, what the hell is there to be afraid of!"

A slightly short and stout young man trembled but still refused to back down.

But in the next moment, the crowd of villagers was seized with terror, not even having the mind to pay attention to these few "Young Heroes of the Martial World."

They all raised their heads to look toward the location of the cavern.

Having lived in the mountains for a long time, they had never seen such a terrifying sight.

It was as if all the Evil Ghosts in the world had reawakened at once.

WHOOSH!

Inside the frigid cave, the sinister wind grew more turbulent. The entire cave seemed to come alive as the blood mist churned and transformed.

At times it formed into a ghostly face, at others a Demon Ghost, letting out a shrill cry that pierced the heavens.

"Senior, I’m... a little scared..."

At this moment, the Silver-White Dog Demon’s tail stood on end. Its expression was tense, and it stared at the altar as if facing a great enemy, feeling a sense of dread.

"There’s no need to be afraid."

Amidst the howling, sinister wind, Su Bai remained perfectly still.

He quietly watched the rampaging altar, a ripple spreading in the depths of his eyes.

"Today, I’ll let you have a feast."

RUMBLE!

A tremendous roar echoed all around. In the center of the altar, wreathed in bloody light, a gate to an Otherworldly Space seemed to open.

A figure filled with infinite Evil Qi was faintly visible within.

"A pity about this vessel I prepared for myself..."

Amidst the indifferent words, a stark white-boned hand slowly reached out from the Otherworldly Space and gripped the edge of the altar.

From within the swirling blood mist, two crimson eyes stared out.

All sorts of emotions roiled within those eyes—joy, anger, sorrow, fear, hatred, malice, and desire—enough to chill anyone who saw them to the bone.

If a Martial Arts Practitioner with insufficient Cultivation were to so much as glance at them, they would suffer from cultivation deviation and be reduced to a mere puppet, their consciousness corrupted.

WHOOSH!

The Silver-White Dog Demon’s fur stood on end. As if its tail had been stepped on, its expression grew incredibly tense.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

Amidst the sound of rattling bones, a tall skeleton stepped out from the Otherworldly Space.

The aura it exuded was utterly malevolent and evil.

It was just a skeleton of white bone, yet it gave off a sense of Perfection. Every inch of its white bones felt flawless, a perfect frame forged through a thousand refinements.

The instant it appeared, the howling sinister winds and the swirling, blood-red fog all dimmed.

Streams of black and red energy were swallowed into its body as if by a whale.

Then, to the Silver-White Dog Demon’s disbelief,

upon that stark skeleton, blood-colored Patterns began to appear, followed by flesh and blood, eyeballs, hair...

In no more than two breaths, the white-boned skeleton had regenerated its flesh and blood, transforming into a naked, powerfully-built body.

This body was utterly perfect. Every line and contour seemed to contain the most profound mysteries of the human form, naturally exuding a sense of unbridled power.

WHOOSH!

At the same time, a blood-colored robe materialized from the void and draped itself over his body.

BOOM!

The next moment, a tyrannical and malevolent bloody light burst forth from behind him. It resembled a meteor streaking across the night sky, trailing a long tail, or perhaps a cape made of blood.

WHOOSH...

As the Blood Qi dispersed, he reached down. With a humming sound, a small Black Tripod rose from the surging bloody light of the altar and landed in his hand.

’Xie Nian True Master...’

Su Bai watched the man before him with an indifferent expression, lost in thought. ’This person must be the Evil Strongman from several thousand years ago who occupied an entire city and practiced the Supreme Nine Destruction Body. And his title is Xie Nian True Master. Legend says that when this person died, he left behind a contingency plan to be reborn in a later era.’

At this moment, Su Bai finally understood why Evil Cultivation Techniques could never be completely eradicated despite being repeatedly banned.

The root of the chaos lay in the human heart. Every so often, from the altars of the Evil Dao scattered across countless mountains and rivers, Evil Techniques would spread.

When those who practiced Evil Techniques grew strong, they would be slain by the Righteous Dao, only for new, powerful Demons to be born.

It was an endless, repeating cycle.

"In my calculations, my reappearance was not due for another hundred years. I didn’t expect it to be so soon. It seems this is all thanks to you..."

The Blood Robe Daoist slowly turned to Su Bai and spoke in a slow, deliberate manner:

"In that case, this True Master ought to thank you."

Su Bai calmly sized up the Blood Robe Daoist.

"Was the offering sufficient?"

The Blood Robe Daoist’s gaze sharpened. He looked deeply at Su Bai but couldn’t feel the slightest fluctuation of True Qi, as if he were looking at a common mortal.

’But for a mortal, that Physique is far too powerful. It’s even more formidable than the body of a legendary Ancient Demon God. Is this a body a human can possess?’

CRACK!

He stretched his knuckles one by one, slowly adapting to his resurrected body, and praised aloud:

"Your offering was excellent!"

"So, tell me what you want. A Divine Secret Skill? Or a Sacred Artifact?"

Looking at Su Bai, who stood motionless, Xie Nian True Master didn’t rush to attack. While familiarizing himself with his new body, he was also secretly trying to probe Su Bai’s depths.

He refused to believe an ordinary mortal could possess such a terrifying physical body.

"This altar of yours is not bad."

Su Bai smiled faintly.

"I’ll take it."