Immortality starts from the liver proficiency

Chapter 259 Yuanshi
The Crimson Fire Dragon-Swallowing Mace swept past, accompanied by a fierce gust of crimson fire. As Zhou Tianyan staggered backward, he suddenly bit his tongue, and the Nine Luminaries Sect's secret technique, "Nine Luminaries Burning Stars," suddenly erupted. His blood and energy combined with his strength, and seven crimson fire rings burst out around his body.

Xu Yunfan neither dodged nor yielded; his dragon scale armor clanged and clattered, actually crushing the scorching fire ring into countless sparks.

Xu Yunfan's eyes flashed with golden light, and his crimson mace drew a circle in the air, causing the mace shadow to split into nine afterimages, forcing Zhou Tianyan to retreat repeatedly. In the end, Xu Yunfan hooked him with his foot and flung him towards the high platform.

Zhou Tianyan was immediately horrified. His sect had records of this White Jade Platform, which could absorb people's vital energy.

"No!"

The white jade platform suddenly rippled with strange patterns. The moment Zhou Tianyan landed, dense tadpole-shaped incantations appeared on the platform. The Xuan Turtle Armor on his chest disintegrated on its own, turning into pure blood energy that seeped into the gaps between the jade bricks.

Zhou Tianyan's pupils contracted sharply, and he could clearly feel his blood and energy leaking out of his body through his pores.

As the top disciple of Tianquan Peak of the Nine Luminaries Sect, the Nine Luminaries Qi Devouring Technique he had practiced since childhood should have made his blood and qi as stable as a furnace. But now he was like a dragon whose pool had been drained of water, unable to move even his fingertips.

"The master's message is suspicious!"

The thought crept up my spine like a venomous snake. Back then, when the seven major sects joined forces to investigate the Jade Palace in the heavens, only the Nine Luminaries Sect sent one person out without the world knowing to record the details.

The Xuan Turtle Armor, specially bestowed upon the master before his departure, has now transformed into thousands of blood threads that have seeped into the cracks of the jade platform. This is not a protective treasure at all; it is clearly a blood catalyst that was prepared long ago!

A strange gurgling sound came from his throat. His powerful blood and qi surged through his flesh and blood, trying to break free of their restraints, but it was like a mud ox sinking into the sea, without any reaction whatsoever.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw his fellow disciples being kicked and kicked by Xu Yunfan one by one, their flesh collapsing in an instant. He suddenly remembered the secret passage in the White Jade Palace: "Feed the Star Lord with blood, and the Heavenly Gate can be opened."

Every hair on his body stood on end.

The so-called secret realm opportunity is actually the ability to revive those who perished two thousand years ago by using the essence and blood of martial artists.

Was the person who walked out of the White Jade Palace really a member of the Nine Luminaries Sect?!

Those deliberately erased sect records, those precise calculations of the location of the White Jade Palace, now transformed into a bone-chilling cold that seeped into the marrow.

"No...this shouldn't be happening..."

Zhou Tianyan frantically urged the wisp of Burning Star True Qi that the sect leader had planted in his meridians, only to find that even this wisp of true qi was surging towards the stone seat along the bloodline.

When he saw the mysterious man's pale fingertips tremble slightly, he finally understood that he was the most insignificant sacrifice in some terrifying behind-the-scenes scheme.

"This... is a variant of the Primordial Jade Disc, the Blood Sacrifice Jade!"

Su Zhenhe suddenly exclaimed in surprise from a distance.

Before the remaining Nine Luminaries disciples could react, Xu Yunfan had already flashed behind them like a ghost, lightly tapping their vital points with his crimson mace, throwing them all onto the high platform.

In an instant, the entire white jade platform shone with a bright blue light, and the dragon eyes on the thirty-six coiled dragon pillars simultaneously lit up with a scarlet glow.

The warriors who were thrown onto the high platform screamed and curled up in a ball, with fine beads of blood seeping from their pores. The blood flowed along the runes on the surface of the jade bricks, forming nine winding rivers of blood that rushed toward the central stone seat.

The veins on the man's neck bulged slightly, then disappeared in an instant.

Xu Yunfan, who had been watching closely, suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. The other party's physical body seemed to be reviving, but fortunately, these people were truly misfits and ultimately lacked the necessary skill.

He grabbed Su Zhenhe.

Su Zhenhe was shocked. He naturally understood that he could not defeat Xu Yunfan. Moreover, Xu Yunfan had no divine weapon or precious armor. He was just an outstanding disciple of the Xuanzhen Sect. The real pillar of the sect was someone else.

Even though the Xuanzhen Sect is a large and powerful organization, and divine weapons are not commonplace, why would they give him one?

"Brother Xu!!" Su Zhenhe exclaimed in surprise, and only breathed a sigh of relief when he realized that Xu Yunfan had not thrown him onto the platform.

"What is this Blood Sacrifice Jade?"

Xu Yunfan gripped Su Zhenhe's shoulder acupoint with his five fingers like iron hoops, and said coldly as the dragon scale armor brushed against the other's neck, "Two thousand years ago, experts from various sects were defeated here. I don't believe that your Xuanzhen Sect really knows nothing about what happened inside."

He suddenly exerted force with his fingertips, pressing Su Zhenhe against the coiled dragon pillar engraved with runes, dark red bloodstains slowly flowing along the grooves on the pillar's surface.

Su Zhenhe's back was pressed tightly against the icy jade pillar, and he could clearly feel the blood lines climbing up his spine as if they were alive.

He stared at Xu Yunfan's dragon scale armor, its blades bristling like inverted scales, his voice trembling involuntarily.

"The Xuanzhen Sect has clear records that the Blood Sacrifice Jade is an ancient cultivator's life-extending artifact, made by irrigating jade marrow with the essence of ten thousand spirits. It would probably take two hundred thousand people to make a Blood Sacrifice Jade the size of a palm."

Xu Yunfan was shaken and glanced at the high platform.

This high platform, forged entirely from blood-sacrificial jade, is an octagonal altar, about three zhang (approximately 13 meters) on each side and nine chi (approximately 1.5 meters) high.

If a blood sacrifice jade the size of a palm requires the blood of an entire city to form, then a blood sacrifice jade of this scale...

I'm afraid the bloodshed she caused was no less than that of the witch from the Great Zhou Dynasty.

At this point, Su Zhenhe's expression also revealed shock, even though he was born into one of the six major sects and was inherently isolated from the common people.

But if it were to kill millions of people just for a mouthful of blood sacrifice jade, in order to achieve an incorruptible body and immortality, he knew he couldn't do it.

"That man on the high platform must be a demon!"

Hearing Su Zhenhe's gritted teeth, Xu Yunfan's heart stirred slightly, and he took out the token from Qingyue Zhenren's body.

What do the two characters on this token mean?

Su Zhenhe glanced at him, his pupils suddenly contracting slightly, but meeting Xu Yunfan's swift, sharp, and murderous gaze, he had no choice but to answer.

"This is the original text from two thousand years ago; these two characters are called 'Yuanshi' (元始)."

Xu Yunfan's heart stirred slightly.

Seeing Xu Yunfan's eyes relax, Su Zhenhe felt relieved and was about to explain again when Xu Yunfan suddenly exerted great force with his fingers.

Click!
Meeting Su Zhenhe's incredulous gaze, Xu Yunfan lowered his eyelids slightly, his knuckles gently stroking the Crimson Fire Dragon-Swallowing Mace.

The dim light of the white jade palace cast a shadow on his brow bone, obscuring the emotions in his eyes.

“Brother Su should understand.” His voice was very soft, yet it was like a dull knife scraping against a bluestone. “Only the dead cannot speak.”

He had to erase the information about his arrival in this small secret realm. Otherwise, if the information were leaked even slightly after he left the secret realm, and all the disciples of the major sects died inside while he was the only one who survived, everyone would find it suspicious.

In this era, once those top sects, high above all others, become suspicious, they will almost always kill the innocent rather than let the guilty go free.

The dragon scales on its armor silently opened and closed, releasing the lingering, powerful energy.

He unleashed a burst of energy from his fingertips, which seeped into Su Zhenhe's body, shattering his internal organs and turning his head into mush before casually setting him aside.

His gaze swept over Su Zhenhe's white knuckles as he gripped the sword hilt beneath his robes; even in death, he hadn't loosened his grip an inch.

(End of this chapter)