Clan Rise: Starting as a Grandfather Chapter 1268 - 826: Unpredictable Ghost Sect (Part 3)
Previously on Clan Rise: Starting as a Grandfather...
"Fine, I figured I couldn't deceive you. Allow me to introduce myself again: I'm Mo Xuanyu of the Unpredictable Ghost Sect." From the shadows, Mo Xuanyu emerged, his face pale but strikingly handsome.
A glint appeared in the eyes of the Lian family’s ancestor. "Unpredictable Ghost Sect—that means the Unpredictable Ghost Sect is the force behind the Soul-breaking Blade!"
Mo Xuanyu flashed a broad grin, his stark white teeth contrasting with his pallid skin to create an utterly chilling effect. "Now that you're aware, you must realize that refusing to join forces leaves you with just one option: death!"
"Hehe~~" A raspy chuckle escaped the Lian family’s ancestor. "What other options do I really have?"
"None!"
"In that case, let's head out!" The Lian family’s ancestor rose to his feet gradually.
With a smile, Mo Xuanyu regarded him. "That's a smart decision indeed."
After exchanging those words, the pair exited the chamber, and under the faint glow of the moon, they soared away from Lianjia Town, racing eastward across hundreds of miles.
Don't let the Lian family’s ancestor's frail, dying look mislead you—he traveled those hundreds of miles through the air without a hint of weariness.
As the first light of day broke, they reached a cavern in the mountains, its entrance cleverly hidden amid dense woods and rugged terrain, impossible to spot without a thorough examination.
Yet, once inside the cave and advancing along the tunnel's depths, a foul mix of corrosive and rusty odors, laced with a sickly sweet reek, assaulted the senses. The bricks beneath their feet were long stained with blood, shifting to a deep violet hue, while crimson streaks wormed through the cracks resembling solidified veins. When dangling spiderwebs from the ceiling grazed the brow, a vast underground chamber suddenly came into the Lian family’s ancestor's sight.
Sharply, the Lian family’s ancestor's murky eyes contracted, shock etching across his gaunt features.
Within the vast thousand-foot Blood Pool, dense blood churned violently, half-submerged bones and shadowed appendages bobbed on top, accompanied by popping bubbles and the rattle of dragged chains. At the pool's heart rose three White Bone Pillars, topped by a dripping antique bronze lantern filled with boiled human eyeballs as fuel, where eerie azure flames danced hauntingly in the irises.
Beside the pool, on an obsidian altar etched with twisting runes, twelve corpses with hollowed-out hearts knelt in a circle, thorny chains piercing their torsos and plunging into the pool's base. At the formation's core, a partially burned ancient scroll fragment floated, crimson vapor seeping from its fissures, faint spectral visages with tangled teeth shimmering within the haze.
Despite his three centuries of life, the Lian family’s ancestor faced such a hellishly horrifying spectacle for the very first time.
"What in the world is this?"
"Heh, behold the Evil Blood Killing Array!" Mo Xuanyu let out a low chuckle.
Gazing up at the blood-red formation lines above, the Lian family’s ancestor declared, "This place is Black Mountain Ridge!"
"Exactly!" Mo Xuanyu's grin turned even more malevolent.
"I understand now!" The Lian family’s ancestor drew in a heavy breath.
Black Mountain Ridge held no prior fame and lacked even that name in the past; it earned the title only after serving as the primary battleground between the Nether Prison Sect and the Three Sects.
"Did you provoke the conflict between the Nether Prison Sect and the Three Major Sects?"
"Us? No way—we just stirred things up a bit! Hahaha~~" Mo Xuanyu burst into a smug, wild laughter.
Clearly, during the clash between the Nether Prison Sect and Lingxiu's Three Sects, their involvement had been substantial.
These matters held no further relevance for the Lian family’s ancestor, so he didn't pursue them.
"What's my next step?"
"Step into the Blood Pool and transform into a blood corpse! That's the only way you'll endure in this realm, ensuring the Lian family doesn't perish without you!" Smiling, Mo Xuanyu fixed his gaze on him.
"Hehe, a blood corpse—sounds perfect!"
Hesitation nowhere in sight, the Lian family’s ancestor advanced steadily into the Blood Pool.
The vivid red blood enveloped his form completely, swallowing him whole.