This Is What a Villain Is Like

Chapter 152: Chapter 89: Jiang Lan, You’ve Hidden Yourself So Well, the Ten Thousand Spirits Blood Puppet is Formed

When Jiang Lan reappeared, he was already inside Zixia Temple on Purple Mist Mountain. Although there were Restrictions outside, they couldn’t stop him at all.

He easily entered the temple and, relying on his perception of life auras, located the Earth Palace.

Soon, he appeared before an ancient, mysterious, blood-colored altar. Surrounding the altar was a hewn-out blood pool.

A steamy, blood-colored mist currently lingered in the air. All the sacrificial offerings Zixia Daoist had gathered using the Array were here.

Constantly, Human-Faced Banners would fly up from the ground. The faces on them would then open their mouths and spit blood, collecting it in the blood pool.

Through this method, Zixia Daoist used this Essence Blood to maintain the Array’s operation.

At the same time, he used the earth’s ley lines as a source and the hub of the Array, ensuring its range could radiate to cover the entire Purple Mist Mountain.

Jiang Lan looked at the pool, long since filled with Essence Blood, and decided not to let it go to waste. He held on to the noble pretext of ’helping everyone break the Array’.

He summoned the Blood-colored Treasure Bottle. With a suction from its mouth, the blood pool immediately began to boil, transforming into countless threads of blood-colored essence qi that converged into it.

Before long, the blood pool was empty, revealing the sacrificial inscriptions carved on its sides.

Seeing this, Jiang Lan unhurriedly began to manipulate the Array.

Above the altar, mist billowed, and a blurry image faintly appeared. After using their auras to pinpoint the location of Qi Heng and the others from the Human King Hall, Jiang Lan’s eyes narrowed. All the Human-Faced Banners swarmed toward that area.

At the same time, the entire mountain range rumbled, and the ground began to tremble.

Heaven and Earth Essence Qi gathered, forming into living creatures that charged to slaughter Qi Heng and his group.

After doing all this, Jiang Lan prepared to begin refining his Ten Thousand Spirits Blood Puppet.

He sat there cross-legged, assuming a meditative pose as his consciousness sank inward.

Inside the Blood-colored Treasure Bottle, qi and blood churned. Ancient Runes flickered one by one, continuously sinking into the mix. It was as if countless living beings were slaughtering each other and wailing within, and one could even hear the roar of thunder, as if a body was being tempered by a thousand calamities.

Numerous strange phenomena also appeared within.

The Blood-colored Treasure Bottle was originally a Secret Skill. Its internal space was vast and boundless, capable of absorbing infinite Essence Blood.

At this moment, within that hazy space, a scene that seemed to depict the evolution of all living things emerged.

It had been a hazy expanse, but then a faint Aura of Chaos seemed to appear. Waves of blood surged, a blood-red sun hung high in the sky before plummeting down, stirring up boundless tides.

A boundless Blood River appeared silently within it. Piles of white bones could be seen tumbling in its currents as Immortal Corpses fell and Ancient Gods perished.

Jiang Lan’s consciousness had been focused within, but now he was a little surprised. ’Why is this scene so similar to when I cultivated the Blood River Infinite Scripture? This phenomenon is much bigger than I expected. According to my original plan, as long as its initial potential was high enough, its future growth rate would also keep up. But now, it seems this little bit of Essence Blood is far from enough.’

Thinking of this, Jiang Lan glanced at the blood pool, which had already refilled a little. With a casual gesture, that Essence Blood gathered and flowed into the Blood-colored Treasure Bottle.

His gaze shifted to the ancient altar. He noticed a particular scene manifesting in the mist, and a strange light flickered in his eyes.

"Fortune is really on my side."

...

Meanwhile, Zixia Daoist, who was in the middle of a deadly fight with a group of people over a fortuitous opportunity, clearly sensed that the Array he had left behind had been tampered with.

He had no time for rage; his mind was filled with disbelief.

’I have no idea where the problem is. How could someone find the Earth Palace I left behind and even tamper with the core of the Array? Most importantly, the Nine Heavens Nether Demon Trapping Dragon Array, which I spent so many years setting up, came from the Blood Immortal Sect that once brought chaos to the Nine Provinces. The Blood Immortal Sect has already been annihilated. Besides me, who else could possibly know about this Array? Could a remnant of the Blood Immortal Sect have infiltrated the area?’

Zixia Daoist found it hard to believe. Everything had been proceeding according to his predictions, but suddenly, something completely unexpected had caught him off guard.

"Dammit..."

"It must be a remnant of the Blood Immortal Sect. They must have known about this place long ago and deliberately spread the news to attract the various Immortal Sect Influences."

"They want to use my hand to eliminate them."

Zixia Daoist’s expression turned grim as his mind raced. He quickly pieced it all together.

But even knowing he was being used, there was nothing he could do. The inheritance of the Purple Mist True Monarch, which he had schemed for for so long, was right in front of him. How could he possibly give up now?

The battle here was the most intense.

Dazzling radiances shot to the sky and various Magical Artifacts crisscrossed the air. The mountains trembled and the earth tore asunder. Everyone, whether an Immortal Sect Disciple or a Loose Cultivator, was fighting to seize the streams of light gushing forth from ahead.

At the cliff’s edge, a lustrous glow billowed and a silver waterfall cascaded down, emitting spatial fluctuations.

A pitch-black rift had opened there. Through the hazy mist, one could faintly see the Secret Realm on the other side.

Beside Zixia Daoist, several red-eyed old men joined forces and charged forward, trying to stop him.

In response, Zixia Daoist could only summon one Magical Artifact after another.

His gaze was icy as he unleashed various techniques to fight off his many opponents. Now that he had lost control of the Array, he could no longer use the terrain to his advantage.

These old men were all at the Fifth Realm and had been immersed in it for many years. By joining forces, they actually managed to tie him down for a long time.

Not far away, on a cliff face, a few cultivators dressed as Loose Cultivators were caught in an aftershock and sent flying.

A cultivator with a ferocious expression saw this and a look of glee appeared on his face. He was about to charge over to kill them and seize the Magical Artifact they had just fought for.