LIGHTNOVELONLINE Chapter 72 - Blood Offering Formation
It seemed that they had indeed stumbled upon a significant lead, possibly linked to their reasons for fleeing or their eventual encounter with the Snowflake Mansion. In short, if Duan Lin was willing to divulge his intentions upfront, it was bound to hold substantial value.
Guo Fan contemplated for a moment and responded, “I have no requests or expectations from you, nor do I believe there's anything you can provide that would interest me. Frankly, the two of you are just ordinary members of the Snowflake Mansion. The items you hold dear hold no extraordinary value in my eyes.”
“I've already made a considerable trade-off. That Purple Cloud bow wasn't insignificant.”
Duan Lin was taken aback, contemplating the knee injury that had inexplicably healed. For a moment, words failed him. He desired their trust in someone else; however, for a person at the Nascent Infant Stage to present a Purple Cloud bow… there appeared to be no plausible explanation except that he had somehow compensated them for their actions.
Yet, isn't this display of emotion slightly excessive?
Is it truly embarrassing for a Nascent Infant Stage cultivator to wield a level 20 weapon?
Guo Fan redirected the conversation, stating, “However, considering your previous assault on me, it would be fitting for you to provide some form of reparation that holds practical significance.”
“Something that serves my purpose?” This encompassed a broad spectrum, leaving room for varied interpretation.
Navigating deception… Employing vague language was the optimal route.
Yet, primarily it was because he felt belittled by others. If he left empty-handed, it seemed like a loss.
He tossed his identity card across. “This thirty-seventh individual is deep within the Frightening Slopes. Even if you're privy to the information, gaining entry might not be easy. I'll personally escort you in within a few days.”
Duan Lin chimed in hastily, “Last time… last time, Luoyang acted too impulsively.”
Guo Fan waved his hand and sighed. “Forget about your petty machinations. They don't weigh heavily on my mind. Just take care of yourself.”
Duan Lin wanted to voice more, but Guo Fan had vanished already.
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Zeng Zhelan took measured steps toward the lakeside, placing each ferrystone deliberately. Gazing at the center of the lake, he lowered the final ferrystone. Slowly, the semi-formed magic formation steadied, hovering about half a meter above the water's surface.
Blood-red runes sketched the outline of the immense magic formation. The reflection danced upon the tranquil lake, its twists and turns exuding an eerie and ominous energy.
This marked the Blood Offering Formation.
Zeng Zhelan fixed his gaze on the formation's center and murmured softly, “Only one sacrifice remains.”
Half of his lifespan would serve as the offering.
The cost was staggering, quelling any suspicions about its authenticity. Despite this, numerous voices cautioned him against impulsiveness.
Even more intriguingly, the multitude of supporters backing him remained hidden.
However, the purpose of this formation was to make offerings to the Ghost Messengers of the Spirit and Soul Realm. Yet, the Ghost Gate of the Spirit Forest Palace could never be unlocked.
The so-called remaining pages capable of summoning Ghost Messengers were nothing more than forgeries.
These individuals remained blissfully unaware.
“Hehe… I've spent hundreds of years cultivating, yet I've never experienced such humiliation.” Zeng Zhelan's eyes sparkled with madness. Reflecting on how he had constantly oppressed Su Li, his Dantian had been sealed in a mere moment of inattention. He had even insulted _, leaving him feeling as if his dignity had been trampled. Suicide seemed a tempting option.
He gazed at the lake's surface with a contorted expression. All he needed to do was successfully unleash that entity…
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