At the beginning of September, under the intensified situation in the world, the Seven Great Immortal Territories gathered in the sky again.
Each fairy realm agreed to provide part of the fairy blood, as well as the emperor's blood of their emperor's ancestors, to ensure that the Xuanwu Emperor's son broke through the emperor's realm.
All fairylands are willing to donate enough resources to Lei Zu in Canglingxianyu.
Tianmu handed over the divine source spar to the Tuntian Demon Clan, but asked the Tuntian Demon Clan to do whatever it took to ensure that the demon would advance to the emperor's realm, even if it was to forcefully pour the blood of their ancestor Tuntian Great.
During their closed-door retreat, the seven great emperors must fight against Shenshan together, and must not let Shenshan interfere with this breakthrough.
"It's finally about to start."
Taishu Haocang let out a long sigh of relief after seeing off the domain masters of the fairylands.
After ten days of anxiety, always worrying that the emperors and ancestors would object, now Gao Xuan finally let go of his heart.
As long as the blood of the Immortal Blood Emperor from each Immortal Realm is sent over, they can ensure that Emperor Xuanwu's son will quickly recover his strength after entering the Emperor Realm.
That's right, they need the blood energy of the various fairylands, not to ensure the breakthrough of Emperor Xuanwu.
Because relying solely on the resources of the Chaos Immortal Realm and the Yellow Heaven Immortal Realm, as well as the complete ancestral dragon head, and the resources prepared by them in the sky, they can completely ensure the breakthrough of Emperor Xuanwu.
What they have to do is to ensure that Emperor Xuanwu's son can improve his strength in the shortest time after his breakthrough and restore his former peak.
"Will the Heaven Swallowing Demon Emperor notice any abnormalities?"
Uncle Tian Kun was still a little worried.
"Swallowing Devil Emperor puts all his thoughts into resisting Zhentian Bawang Mountain. Even if he notices something abnormal, he will blame it on the Shenyuan spar."
Uncle Hao Cang was not worried.
The divine source spar is related to the taboo power of the world. If the Heaven Swallowing Devil wants to devour it, it will inevitably cause all kinds of chaos, and the Swallowing Devil Emperor is busy resisting the mountain, so he can only release his emperor's blood as much as possible, and use the emperor's blood to help The emperor suppressed Shenyuan.
As long as the devil emperor's emperor's blood poured into the emperor's son's body continuously, Shenyuan could quietly change the devil's soul according to their expected arrangement.
"I hope everything goes well, otherwise, if there is a slight mistake, the seven great emperors of the nine sacred mountains will directly aim at our sky."
Taishu Tiankun really admires Taishu Haocang's calmness. This not only involves the emperor's 100,000-year arrangement, but also involves the life and death of their entire ethnic group. Facing such a great situation, Taishu Haocang actually withstood the pressure , and unfolded the arrangement calmly and calmly.
"It's time for us to wake up our ancestors."
Uncle Hao Cang turned around and walked towards the restricted area of Tianmu. He was not really calm, but he had to be calm.
He is the head of the clan, and he was fortunate enough to take on the important task of resuscitating the emperor. Now the atmosphere of the entire clan is excited and a bit uneasy. If he is not calm, it will definitely affect the atmosphere of the entire clan.
He has to show the courage and confidence to win, and he has to show the same pride that he always has.
In the depths of the sky, an undulating mountain range is surrounded by more than a dozen towering mountains. It looks normal, but it is actually an illusion, and the real picture is covered up by a full thirty-six seals.
Taishu Haocang and Taishu Tiankun passed through the seal one by one, and the scene in front of them suddenly changed. There is no mountain here, it is clearly a cemetery.
The vast wilderness, the dark and evil soil, here is desolate and dead, and the earth is full of shocking rivers of blood, criss-crossing.
If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, no one would have imagined that such a horrible place was buried deep in this vibrant forest, let alone imagined that such a bloody place was hidden in the seemingly peaceful Tianmu clan.
The sky is dark, the land is desolate, only the river of blood is surging and spreading vertically and horizontally.
The blood rivers are carefully engraved spells. The position, width, and angle of intersection of each blood river cannot tolerate any deviation. Even the flow rate of blood in the blood river is strictly controlled.
In the depths of the criss-crossing blood river spell, there are a total of thirty-eight temples piled up with black stones, covered with cobweb-like blood patterns.
They are like the blood vessels of the palace, continuously absorbing the blood energy in the blood river, making people creepy.
At this moment, this terrifying restricted area is already full of people from Tianmu’s tribe, all dressed in blood, bowing their heads towards different stone temples and chanting ancient spells, their desolate and pious voices wafting faintly in the dark world , like a chant under the doomsday, trembling the soul.
Taishu Mingyuan nodded slightly after seeing Taishu Haocang and Taishu Tiankun, and continued to look into the distance.
Taishu Haocang and Taishu Tiankun came here, stared at the stone palace in the vast land, and lowered their heads reverently and respectfully.
This restricted area is the magic circle that Emperor Qianyuan personally arranged before he decided to dismember, and left behind the ancestral motto that has been adhered to for generations - the blood of the clan to nourish the ancestors! That is, after the death of Emperor Qianyuan, the whole family began to live in a low-key and peaceful manner, and could not interfere with external affairs or provoke the fairyland.
The descendants of future generations should devote themselves to the study of martial arts, strengthen their bloodlines, and select every immortal warrior with pure bloodlines to sleep in their heyday, and then generations of descendants must devote themselves to the river of blood at the age of a hundred, turning into blood water, to provide abundant nourishment for the sleeping ancestors. Blood energy and soul power ensure that you can sleep without dying.
It is because of this cruel ancestral teaching that Tianmu has experienced a hundred thousand years of immersion.
Their bloodlines are actually very strong, otherwise it would not be possible to give birth to a peerless arrogance like Emperor Qianyuan, forcing the nine sacred mountains to unite and persuade them to self-destruct. Therefore, during the 100,000-year sleep period, they gave birth to countless Huangwu, and even cultivated Collected thousands of immortal martial arts, and then selected the most powerful ones from these thousands of immortal martial arts, as well as those with the pure blood of the emperor, walked into the blood river restricted area, and fell asleep at their peak.
After one hundred thousand years of immersion and one hundred thousand years of preparation, they have fully slept thirty-eight immortal warriors, some of whom have been passed down to the true blood of the emperor, and some are peerless geniuses with the aptitude to challenge the immortal king.
Grand Uncle Hao Cang has pure blood. According to the family rules, he should actually sleep in the near future and become one of the Blood River Stone Palaces.
However, the emperor's head was born, and the world situation changed suddenly. He will lead the whole family to open the "sky curtain", wake up the emperor, and declare war on the mountain.
"We are ready."
The clan elders in Tianmu looked at Taishu Hao Cang one by one, with solemn expressions and calm eyes, but their slightly clenched hands showed their nervousness at the moment.
"Patriarch!"
Taishu Mingyuan and Taishu Tiankun raised their breath deeply, stood up straight, and looked at Taishu Haocang.
Uncle Hao Cang walked to the front, didn't say anything, and there was no need to say any more, he raised his hand high, and pressed forward: "Start!"
The calm and low voice, like the evening drum and morning bell, resounded in the desolate and dead world.
More than a hundred thousand people trembled slightly, their eyes flashed with excitement, they quickly calmed down, scattered around the restricted area, bowed and knelt down.
It started with this sound, and they waited for a hundred thousand years! With this sound, they have been preparing for a hundred thousand years! One hundred thousand years, how many generations of inheritance, how many generations of expectations, how many generations of blessings! Finally... It started in their generation... The low chant gradually became high-pitched, resounding through the restricted area, echoing the heaven and the earth.
Taishu Haocang raised his hand violently, flung up his sleeves, bowed down to salute each stone hall in turn, and shouted loudly: "The 2,168th grandson of Emperor Qianyuan, Taishu Haocang, Congratulations to all the ancestors... out of the coffin!"
The chants of the 100,000 clansmen became louder and louder, bold and powerful, shaking the world.
They kowtowed to the blood river, expressing their gratitude and praying.
They kowtowed to the stone temples everywhere, expressing awe, ancestors...you can wake up...