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Immortal Patriarch: Strength in the Family's Vitality (Web Novel) - Chapter 1739: Holy Master?
Chapter 1739: Holy Master?
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“Are you alright?” Qing Shuang swiftly supported him.“I’m fine, just a bit exhausted.” Mo Han waved his hand, indicating that he was okay. “Let’s hurry inside, the door won’t hold much longer.”
The three of them wasted no time, quickly passing through the Stone Gate and entering the underground palace.
The sight within the underground palace stunned the three.
The once vacant altar was now surrounded by a swarm of black-robed figures, numbering at least a hundred.
They formed a massive circle, appearing to perform some kind of mysterious ritual. At the center of the altar, a large Blood Pool roiled, emitting a nauseating stench of blood. Above the pool floated a fist-sized crimson pearl, glowing with a sinister light— the Blood Soul Pearl!
“What… What is happening here?” Luo Chen was dumbfounded, witnessing such a bizarre scene for the first time.
“I don’t know, but it can’t be anything good.” Qing Shuang’s face turned grave; she could sense the atmosphere within the underground palace was even more perilous than when they last visited.
“Look, aren’t those the Blood Ghost Sect Elders?” Mo Han suddenly pointed at a few figures among the crowd, exclaiming.
Following his direction, Luo Chen and Qing Shuang indeed spotted some familiar faces in the crowd—Elders they had encountered before at the Blood Ghost Sect’s stronghold!
“Why are they here? Could it be that the Blood Ghost Sect hasn’t been completely eliminated?” Luo Chen was full of doubts.
“Seems like we’ve underestimated the strength of the Blood Ghost Sect.” Qing Shuang’s gaze sharpened, realizing their mission might be more challenging than anticipated.
They hid behind a stone pillar, observing the altar’s proceedings. The black-robed figures were chanting, seemingly reciting some ancient Curse. As the chanting intensified, the blood in the Blood Pool churned more violently, and the Blood Soul Pearl radiated even brighter.
“What… what kind of setup is this?” Luo Chen whispered, his voice tinged with obvious shock. His throat felt dry, and he instinctively swallowed. The sight before him was overwhelmingly startling—the dense crowd, the eerie Blood Pool, and the ominous Blood Soul Pearl, each sending chills down his spine.
Qing Shuang furrowed her brows, her keen eyes sweeping over the black-robed figures and the roiling Blood Pool, she spoke solemnly, “It’s likely more complex than we anticipated.” She sensed an unsettling vibe lurking deep within the underground palace, far more powerful and malevolent than what she felt at the Blood Ghost Sect’s stronghold.
Mo Han’s face was grave, his gaze fixed on the Blood Soul Pearl at the center of the altar, a complex look flashing in his eyes, a mix of shock and faint concern. He took a deep breath and said in a low voice, “Let’s not act rashly and see what they’re up to.”
The three held their breath, cautiously hiding behind the stone pillar, utilizing the Talisman’s concealment effect to make no sound. The black-robed figures seemed totally unaware of their presence, still engrossed in their ceremony.
“Elder, the Blood Soul Pearl’s energy has almost fully accumulated; the day of the Holy Master’s arrival is imminent!” A somewhat sharp voice rang out among the crowd, breaking the underground palace’s silence. The speaker’s black robe was noticeably more ornate than the others, with dark red flame patterns embroidered on the hems, clearly indicating a high status.
“Excellent.” A hoarse and deep voice responded with a barely detectable thrill, “For this day, our Holy Sect has lain dormant for a millennium; there must be no mishaps.”
“The Holy Sect?” Luo Chen’s heart jolted; the name felt unfamiliar and unsettling. He looked aside at Qing Shuang and Mo Han, noticing the surprise evident on their faces.
Qing Shuang’s eyes narrowed slightly, seemingly recalling something. She shook her head gently, signaling that this was not the time to speak.
Mo Han furrowed his brows tightly, murmuring to himself, “The Holy Sect… could it be… impossible?” His voice was quiet, as if speaking to himself, tinged with disbelief.
“Elder, there is news from the Tianyuan Empire; His Majesty the Emperor has prepared the sacrifice as instructed.” Another black-robed figure stepped forward to report, his tone respectful yet slightly fervent.
“The Emperor?” Luo Chen became even more puzzled. Shouldn’t the Emperor of the Tianyuan Empire be an orthodox Human Clan member? How could there be involvement with these dark forces?
“Good, His Majesty the Emperor indeed knows to accommodate the times,” the old voice mocked, “Once the Holy Master descends, the Tianyuan Empire will naturally become part of our Holy Sect’s territory.”
“Elder, there is another matter.” The black-robed figure paused, his tone slightly hesitant, “Recently, some individuals of unknown identity seem to have infiltrated the Imperial Palace. Should I send someone to deal with them?”
“No need to bother.” The old voice said indifferently, “Just insignificant clowns, nothing to worry about. The ritual is the priority, no need for complications.”
Upon hearing this, Luo Chen and the others were taken aback. They hadn’t expected their infiltration into the Imperial Palace to already be discovered, although their opponents seemed to dismiss them as insignificant.
“These guys sure are arrogant.” Luo Chen cursed inwardly, feeling slightly ticked off. Being so blatantly disregarded irked even him, someone usually cautious.
