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Chen Moxuan began to meticulously search every inch of the ground surrounding the altar. Tiger Brother closely followed behind him, using its keen sense of smell and hearing to assist Chen Moxuan in his search.
Chen Moxuan quickly checked the western side while Tiger Brother examined the opposite side. There was nothing. Tiger Brother looked at the altar before him and concluded that it seemed no one had found this place yet. Hearing this, Chen Moxuan felt relieved.
He pressed down hard with his right hand on the altar, and immediately, a surge of immense spiritual power flowed into it. The spell was activated. A blood-red light of spiritual energy crisscrossed across several stone pillars of the altar.
In the next moment, an incredibly sinister aura shot up into the sky like a tornado. Even from dozens of miles away, one could see this terrifying scene. The seal was broken. A massive pit appeared before Chen Moxuan, revealing the place where he had sealed the head of the Blood Emperor, hidden deep within an abyss tens of thousands of meters underground.
It was a world isolated from reality, filled with flames and lava. The surroundings were dark rock walls, constantly scorched red by the underground fire, as if they might collapse at any moment. The lava flowed like boiling rivers, raging through the cracks in the rocks and producing a deafening roar.
The air was thick with a strong sulfuric smell, intertwined with toxic gases that occasionally bubbled up from the lava, creating an atmosphere of death. At the sealing site stood a gigantic altar made of special obsidian. It was deeply embedded in the rocks beside the lava, as if it had merged with this fiery world.
The altar was covered in intricate and indecipherable spells; each stroke contained the power to suppress for eternity, glowing faintly with blue light that contrasted sharply against the surrounding crimson lava. In the center of the altar lay a rune array personally carved by Chen Moxuan, containing the terrifying head of the Blood Emperor.
The head was enveloped in a crystal formed from Chen Moxuan's own blood essence, within which faint red lights flickered as if unwilling souls were struggling but were firmly locked within that layer of crystal.
As thousands of years passed, geological changes subtly altered this abyss as well. The once-boiling river of lava had been redirected due to tectonic activity, leaving behind patches of cooled lava stones that formed a varied rocky landscape.
Though the obsidian altar still stood tall, its surface had been eroded by time and was now covered in strange underground fungi such as Fire Melting Grass, adding traces of life to this desolate land. However, that layer of crystal formed from Chen Moxuan's blood essence remained completely intact, as if time itself had come to a standstill before it.
At this moment, as Chen Moxuan activated the spell on the altar, that blood-red light not only awakened the slumbering seal but also stirred something far more ominous beneath.
The surrounding environment seemed to reverse time. For a moment, the ground fire surged once more, and the river of magma appeared to boil even more violently, emitting a deafening roar.
In the center of the altar, the Blood Crystal began to tremble, cracks gradually spreading until it shattered with a loud bang. A beam of blood-red light shot into the sky, but just as it attempted to break free, countless chains suddenly emerged from the ground, ensnaring its head and dragging it back into the altar.
A blood-colored phantom of the Blood Emperor loomed large and distorted in the reflection of the magma. Surrounded by swirling crimson mist, his eyes burned like flames, revealing endless rage and hatred. He slowly raised his head to look at Chen Moxuan, his voice echoing as if it came from beneath Jiu You: "It’s you again, Chen Moxuan. Do you think you can still trap me?"
At that moment, Chen Moxuan was clad in a fiery red robe. The robe insulated him from all heat, allowing not a single bead of sweat to form on his forehead. He stared intently at the Blood Emperor.
"Look at you, so impatient. After thousands of years, you’re still the same old self. If you hadn’t been targeting me all this time, my master would have had a hard time finding you in the Blood Sea, and I wouldn’t have had the chance to seal you away. So, don’t rush; let’s take our time."
Chen Moxuan smiled mockingly, igniting the Blood Emperor's fury. "Is that your seal? You, a worthless being with no cultivation, think you can seal this Emperor?"
Chen Moxuan waved his finger dismissively. "Please, have your eyes gone blind after thousands of years? Look at me—Dao Embryo Ninth Rank!"
A triumphant expression filled Chen Moxuan's face. Upon seeing this, the Blood Emperor's eyes widened in disbelief. The pent-up anger from thousands of years had indeed clouded his vision.
The realization struck him: how could an Eternal Life undead cultivate? In that instant, he felt a tingling sensation on his scalp.
"You!"
Chen Moxuan chuckled lightly; after teasing him, he became serious. "I came to visit you today to give you an opportunity. I can unseal your armor, but you must tell me about your plans and schemes!"
A look of excitement suddenly appeared on the Blood Emperor's face. His eyes darted around as if observing something before he finally spoke.
"You won't need to worry about me. This seal will eventually be broken by my own hands. A shattered mirror cannot be restored, and a crack cannot be mended! You can't do anything to me!"
Tsk, tsk. Chen Moxuan stepped forward, his finger pressing firmly against his forehead as he spoke in a mocking, educational tone. "After all this time, you're still so foolish."
Chen Moxuan understood the situation of the seal. However, even though it had been damaged, it would not be easy for the Blood Emperor to completely break free from his restraints. The brilliance of this seal lay in its clever use of the power of the underground magma, isolating the Blood Emperor from the surface.
Even if the Blood Emperor could absorb the blood of living beings from above, that blood would ultimately be consumed in a struggle against the heat and magma, leaving him with insufficient power to break through the seal.
The only reason for the damage to the seal was time. Time can erode everything, and no seal can escape this law.
"Blood Emperor, do you think we're all fools? Once I've had my fun playing with you like a toy, I'll have my master reinforce this place again. The other seals will be treated the same way."
"You don't really think I've forgotten about you, do you? If you hadn't pretended to be so profound when you spoke, I might have actually overlooked you. But since you did say it, I won't let you have your way unless you agree to my demands!"
The Blood Emperor's eyes flickered with rage but quickly transformed into a cold sneer. "Hmph, Chen Moxuan, do you think I'm still the same as before? After thousands of years, I've grown and adapted to this seal. Do you really think I can't break free? How naive."
At that moment, Tiger Brother chimed in, "Chen Moxuan, he's deceiving you. His path cannot merge with the magma; even after ten thousand years, it remains unchanged."
Upon hearing this, a playful smile crept onto Chen Moxuan's lips.
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