Chapter 111 - 98: The Song Ends, a Man Perishes

Chapter 111: Chapter 98: The Song Ends, a Man Perishes

Returning to the Quiet Chamber, Chen Ye immediately sensed that something was wrong.

The incense inside was several times thicker than before, and a cloyingly sweet fragrance permeated the air. Breathing it in for too long made one feel restless and agitated.

The middle-aged Daoist Nun from last time was nowhere to be seen. In her place were several young Daoist Nuns with solemn expressions.

They didn’t say much, simply guiding the arriving women into the familiar secret passage.

The group’s footsteps echoed through the deep, dark tunnel.

The deeper they went, the more bone-chilling the air became.

When he stepped into the massive underground grotto again, even though he was mentally prepared, the scene before him still made his pupils shrink.

The number of women in the grotto was nearly double what it had been the last time he was here!

They were packed tightly together in a huge circle, their expressions fanatical and entranced, muttering incantations.

And in their center, the previously invisible vortex of resentment was now visible to the naked eye.

A thick mass of black energy churned wildly, emitting a suffocating chill and venomous malice.

That wasn’t even the most terrifying part.

The most terrifying part was that directly beneath the vortex of black energy, a massive Blood Pool had appeared at some unknown time!

The pool churned with blood so thick it was almost black, bubbling audibly as a pungent, foul stench mixed with resentment rushed straight to the top of one’s skull.

Above the Blood Pool, a hazy, humanoid phantom was slowly taking shape. Its aura was countless times stronger than Su Lan’s had been; this was clearly the thing the Celestial Empress Palace had been "nurturing" all along.

’This isn’t some simple gathering of resentment. This is clearly a blood sacrifice of the most evil kind!’

Chen Ye’s heart sank.

Just then, the clear sound of footsteps came from the depths of the grotto.

Everyone fell silent, their fanatical gazes turning in unison toward the sound.

A tall, slender Daoist Nun with a lean face walked out slowly.

She wore a gray Daoist Robe, her eyes cold, her expression carrying an unquestionable authority.

It was Jingxuan.

She swept her gaze over the women, her eyes finally landing on the Blood Pool in the center, a flicker of satisfaction in them.

She then walked to the edge of the Blood Pool, formed a hand seal, and began to chant.

As she uttered the deep Spell, the foul stench from the Blood Pool intensified. The humanoid phantom solidified slightly, letting out a silent, gleeful roar.

"Sisters, are you still suffering because of the fickle hearts of men? Are you still filled with resentment for the injustices of this world?"

Jingxuan’s voice rang out, carrying a bewitching Magic Power.

"If so, then cast your pain, your resentment, and all your negative emotions into this Washing Resentment Pool!"

"It will cleanse your souls and grant you rebirth! At the same time, your devotion will nourish the Holy Embryo. When the day comes for the Holy Embryo to be born, your merit will reach Perfection, and you shall be delivered from this sea of suffering!"

Her voice was incredibly inflammatory, completely igniting the emotions of the already brainwashed women.

Their eyes grew fanatical and hazy as they murmured to themselves, unreservedly casting the darkest thoughts and emotions from their hearts toward the Blood Pool.

Chen Ye noticed that whenever a wave of resentment was absorbed by the Blood Pool, the women’s faces grew paler and their bodies visibly weakened, as if they were being drained of their life Essence Qi.

He quietly activated his Tongyou Talent, extending his Divine Thought toward the phantom above the Blood Pool.

In an instant, countless chaotic and shrill wails flooded his mind.

’This thing isn’t a Holy Embryo at all. It’s a monster forcibly refined from the resentment of countless women, mixed with the Essence Blood of the living! An out-and-out evil creature!’

Killing intent surged within Chen Ye, but he knew this wasn’t the right time to make a move.

He had realized earlier that the flaw in this ritual lay with these deceived women.

’Jingxuan can guide their resentment, and as a Soul-Stealing Diva, so can I!’

Chen Ye took a deep breath. Mimicking the other women, he put on an expression of pain and malice, as if he too had been swept up by the ritual and was beginning to offer his own resentment.

In reality, he was secretly pushing his Tongyou Talent to its absolute limit, quietly establishing a faint, almost imperceptible resonance with the vast ocean of resentment in the grotto.

He wasn’t absorbing it, but attempting to influence it, to guide it!

Time passed, bit by bit.

The ritual gradually reached its climax.

The phantom in the Blood Pool was about to solidify into the complete form of an infant. Meanwhile, Daoist Jingxuan, who was leading the ritual, had her eyes tightly shut, seemingly having entered the deepest state of meditation to establish some kind of connection with the Ghost Embryo.

’Now’s the time!’

A sharp glint flashed in Chen Ye’s eyes as he abruptly opened his mouth.

He didn’t let out a world-shaking shout. Instead, he began to sing in a low, peculiar, and mournful style, his voice filled with both resentment and longing.

The sound wasn’t loud, but it carried the Magic Power of a Soul-Stealing Diva—a power that could traverse the realms of yin and yang—and was delivered precisely into every woman’s ears.

He wasn’t singing the lyrics of any specific opera; he was singing of the deepest pain in these women’s hearts, of their suppressed desires!

"A flower in the mirror, the moon in the water, a foolish dream that ends in nothing..."

Empowered by his Tongyou Talent, Chen Ye’s singing voice brutally cleaved into the depths of the women’s souls!

The previously fanatical women shuddered violently, the look of confusion on their faces growing ever deeper.