Mortal: I have a Spirit Gathering Cauldron

Blood-red runes appeared on the surface of Lingcui Mountain, densely covering the entire mountain.

On the mountain, the blood still flowing from the bodies of the slaughtered Liu family cultivators seemed to be drawn by something, uncontrollably gathering into small streams that flew into the sky.

Blood gathered in the sky, forming a huge blood sphere that enveloped Liu Qinglan.

The blood sphere slowly rotated, emitting a strong smell of blood and an indescribable oppressive atmosphere.

Blood was drawn in through his pores, mouth, and nose, and his body slowly swelled. His originally lean physique became bloated, and something seemed to be wriggling beneath his skin. His aura continued to rise.

His eyes turned blood red, his pupils filled with madness and coldness. His hair, which had been gray, turned jet black, fluttering in the wind like a flag.

Upon witnessing this sudden turn of events, Lin Feng and the other four abandoned any intention of continuing to observe and immediately unleashed their respective magical artifacts to attack Liu Qinglan.

However, all the attacks, upon encountering the outer layer of blood, were like mud oxen sinking into the sea, only stirring up ripples.

"This...this is a demonic blood sacrifice technique!"

The rugged-looking Senior Brother Chen exclaimed in surprise, his voice filled with barely concealed terror. He had seen descriptions of the Blood Sacrifice Technique, but he never imagined he would witness it with his own eyes.

"Liu Qinglan, you actually used the lifeblood of your kin to cultivate demonic arts!" Senior Brother Chen's voice trembled. "You've gone mad! Do you know the price of cultivating the Blood Sacrifice Secret Technique? You won't even leave behind your soul! You'll be condemned to eternal damnation!"

Liu Qinglan's voice came from within the blood sphere.

Hoarse, deep, like an echo from the deepest hell.

"Heh... demonic arts? What is righteous, and what is demonic?"

His voice was full of sarcasm.

"Is it that obeying you is righteousness, and disobeying you is evil?"

The blood sphere surged, and Liu Qinglan's face, which was gradually regaining its youth, emerged from the blood sphere, like a mask.

"Our Liu family has been loyal for hundreds of years, treating the Seven Sects as if they were our sovereign and father. We pay our tribute on time every year without fail. Whenever the Seven Sects summon us, the members of our Liu family never hesitate, shedding blood and risking their lives without ever backing down."

His voice grew louder and more agitated.

"But I, Liu Qinglan, was already in the late Foundation Establishment stage a hundred years ago!"

A crimson light shimmered around him, illuminating his twisted, hate-filled face.

"For a hundred years, my Liu family has diligently served your seven sects, never lacking spirit stones, materials, magical artifacts, or spiritual herbs. But what have you done? Have you ever given me a chance to advance further?"

His voice carried a century of suppressed anger, like a flood bursting its banks.

"A hundred years! In the past hundred years, how many resources have I given, how many kind words have I said, how many people have I begged? But when have any of those Core Formation spiritual treasures ever fallen into the hands of my Liu family? When?"

The blood cell vibrated violently, and Liu Qinglan's voice became almost insane.

"The demonic path? Heh—"

He laughed, a mournful laugh, like the wailing of an owl.

"Those who can give my Liu family a future are righteous. You high and mighty ones who monopolize the resources of the entire Yue Kingdom are the demons! You are the true demons!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the blood sphere suddenly contracted, then expanded, transforming into a crimson pillar of light that shot into the sky.

The beam of light pierced the sky, turning the hazy gray sky a dark red.

Lingcui Mountain trembled violently within the pillar of light, and the runes on the mountain shone brightly before shattering and falling off piece by piece.

Lin Feng and the others were forced back dozens of feet by the bloody light, and had no choice but to set up a spiritual energy shield to resist the overwhelming bloody aura.

The five of them formed a semicircle, surrounding the blood-red pillar of light in the middle. Their magical artifacts floated in front of them, shimmering with spiritual light, but no one made a further move.

The attack just now proved that magical weapon attacks cannot penetrate that blood-red shield at all.

"What should we do?" Han Tianya's voice was low, his eyes fixed on the blurry figure in the blood-red pillar of light.

Nie Ying bit her lip and did not answer.

Senior Brother Chen refused to believe it and raised the golden greatsword in his hand again, frantically pouring spiritual power into it. The runes on the sword lit up one by one, their golden light dazzling.

He shouted, and the greatsword flew out of his hand, transforming into a golden streak of light that slammed heavily into the blood-red pillar of light.

"boom"

The golden light and the blood-red light collided violently, exploding into a blinding burst of light.

The golden greatsword was bounced back, and Senior Brother Chen caught it, his hand going numb from the impact.

The crimson pillar of light swayed, but quickly returned to stability, its crimson glow even more intense than before.

"It can't be broken." Senior Brother Chen's face was ashen. "This demonic technique uses the spiritual energy of the entire Lingcui Mountain and the essence blood of the Liu family cultivators as its guide. Unless you have the power of a Core Formation stage cultivator, you simply can't break through it."

Lin Feng's gaze lingered on the crimson pillar of light for a moment before shifting to the foot of Lingcui Mountain.

The battle at the foot of the mountain had basically ended, and the elite Qi Refining disciples below were caught off guard by this sudden turn of events.

The air was thick with the stench of blood, which mixed with the eerie, nauseating aura emanating from the blood sacrifice ritual, making one feel dizzy.

Lin Feng's mind was racing.

Liu Qinglan's blood sacrifice technique is nearing completion, and her cultivation level has already surpassed the peak of the late Foundation Establishment stage.

With the strength of the five Foundation Establishment cultivators, it would be almost impossible for them to kill him with their own cultivation.

The only option now is to rely on formations and talismans.

The aura within the crimson pillar of light was still rising.

Liu Qinglan's figure appeared and disappeared in the bloody light, like a golem being forged.

Senior Brother Xiao was the first to lose his composure.

He has always been very proud of himself. As a core disciple of the Spirit Beast Mountain in the late stage of Foundation Establishment, he possesses two winged serpents with different bloodlines as his natal spirit beasts, making him virtually unrivaled among cultivators of the same level.

But at this moment, looking at the increasingly powerful figure within the crimson pillar of light, a solemn expression appeared on his face for the first time.

"Fellow junior brothers and sisters, show us what you've got up your sleeve," Senior Brother Xiao said in a low voice, with a hint of urgency. "Once this old fellow comes out, things will get complicated."

Having said that, without waiting for anyone else to respond, he took the initiative to act.

He suddenly bit his tongue, spitting out two mouthfuls of blood.

The essence of blood condensed in the air into two blood beads, dazzlingly crimson, radiating intense spiritual energy. Sensing their master's presence, two large winged snakes hissed and pounced, swallowing the two blood beads whole.

The snake's body suddenly swelled.

Something seemed to be swelling beneath their scales. Their size nearly doubled, their fleshy wings became wider, their fangs longer and sharper, and the light in their eyes changed from dark blue to crimson.

The aura of the level three demon beast leaped to level four in just a few breaths.

A level four demonic beast is equivalent to a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator in human form.