This scoundrel is a bit of a swordsman.

Chapter 322 Blood-Driven Message

Chapter 322 Blood-Driven Message

Shen Li was horrified. Recalling the sensation of being grabbed and turned upside down by the ghostly hand, she tried to use her own strength to flip herself back over so she could escape and deliver the message. However, once she was airborne, a pulling force from beneath her feet forcefully prevented her from moving.

“We’re trapped here,” she said, her face pale.

"Is there any other way to send the message out? Someone has already gotten there first. If the Shen family doesn't want to fall behind, they must notify your ancestor to come in. Otherwise, things might change. After all, we can't predict how much the Xiao family knows about this place. If they get the Demon Tower treasure, all our efforts will have been in vain."

Xiao Xingchen spoke anxiously to the two of them. His goal was to get everyone in; he was genuinely anxious, and this anxiety wasn't feigned. Heaven knows what Mu Wushuang was up to, and then there was the Xiao family—neither of them were people he could handle alone in his current state.

"Okay, I'll think of a way." Shen Hao pondered for a moment, seemingly having made a great decision, and said firmly.

"You mean...?" Shen Li wasn't surprised, only fearful. Clearly, they had figured out a way to send a message outside.

Shen Hao nodded, "For the sake of the Shen family, this is what we must do. Even if it means death, we cannot let go of the treasures here. This is our chance to leave Cloud Recesses. Whether it's the inheritance of a great demon or a celestial corpse, as long as we obtain one, the blockade between us and Tianling will be completely changed. At that time, Tianling will be powerless to stop us from stepping out of Cloud Recesses."

"So I'll make this sacrifice!"

"What exactly happened? Why are you all like this...?" Xiao Xingchen asked, puzzled.

"Sir, can you really guarantee that my Shen family will get what we want during this trip?"

“Of course, I am a member of the Shan family and the guardian of this place. It’s just that because the tradition has been passed down for so long, many traditions have been lost. But I guarantee that I have the best chance of obtaining what’s here.”

Faced with Shen Hao's questioning, Xiao Xingchen remained calm and made a bold guarantee.

"That's enough. I will use blood as a catalyst to open the Shen family's blood repository."

"what is this?"

"The Blood Treasury is a world that only members of the Shen family can sense. Every member of the Shen family can share information there, but the price to open it is quite high," Shen Li explained.

"At the same time, it is also the trump card of every member of our Shen family. In the event of an unstoppable danger, the Blood Storage Method can preserve a trace of our souls and leave an opportunity for resurrection."

"How amazing! There's such a world? What's the price?" Xiao Xingchen's eyes widened in surprise. These ancient families were indeed unique. This Blood Treasury sounded like a safe zone, a place only those with the Shen family bloodline could enter.

"The price was my lifespan, ten years of my life, in exchange for this message being delivered."

With a fierce determination, Shen Hao raised his sword and thrust it straight into his chest.

Blood splattered everywhere, the sword piercing his heart. Enduring the excruciating pain, Shen Hao looked at Shen Li.

"Pear Sister, help me."

“Okay,” Shen Li nodded, forming a series of complex hand seals, then guiding Shen Hao’s heart’s blood to arrange itself in the air. As the blood circulated, it slowly formed a circular mirror.

Through this mirror formed of congealed blood, a paradise began to emerge within it.

Xiao Xingchen stared in astonishment at everything. It was too magical. This mirror world, which seemed to be the Shen family's safe zone, was like a newly born world, clean and transparent, filled with a sacred aura.

And deep within this world, some enormous creatures he had never seen before loomed in the shadows.

"With blood as the guide, souls return to Tibet; the Shen family lineage, their hearts linked by fire,"

Shen Hao roared, and the condensed blood from his heart pierced through the void and fell into this safe zone. Then, a blurry image of the Shen family patriarch appeared in the mirror.

"Hao'er, what exactly happened to you? Why did you use my Shen family's secret technique?" An anxious voice rang out, and Shen Qiushuang's face showed horror. However, he seemed unable to see them, only anxiously staring into the void.

"Third Ancestor, we have entered the depths of the Demon Suppression Prison and are now in a place of upside down. It is no longer possible to send messages out, so we have no choice but to send you a message in this way."

"What? You've entered the depths of the Demon-Suppressing Prison? How is that possible?" The Third Ancestor looked astonished.

"Yes, we have entered the land where heaven and earth are upside down,"

"But to us, your figures are still fighting in the black mist. What's going on?"

The Third Patriarch's words startled everyone.

"What? We're still in the black fog?" Shen Li exclaimed in surprise.

"Yes, you are still fighting. Although there is black mist, your figures are clearly visible. People are falling one after another. We are trying to find a way to rescue you."

Horror filled everyone's face. At this moment, Xiao Xingchen understood the saying: fear comes from the unknown. Now he was completely confused about what kind of environment he was in. Was it an illusion?

"Third Ancestor, but we have truly escaped the black mist. How did this happen?"

Shen Hao was dumbfounded, and smiled wryly.

"Hao'er, tell me your current situation in detail,"

"it is good,"

Next, Shen Hao recounted the strange occurrences they had encountered, and then he noticed that the three ancestors' expressions grew increasingly grim.

"It seems like I'm being blinded by a ghost,"

"A ghostly illusion?" Xiao Xingchen's heart skipped a beat. Xizhu seemed to have taught him this technique before, but he acted as if he were hearing it for the first time, showing suspicion.

What is meant by "being blinded by ghosts"?

"Simply put, our vision has been obstructed. I'm not sure yet whether it's our eyes that have been covered or yours, but I'm certain that what one side experienced was an illusion," the Third Ancestor said, his voice growing increasingly grave.

"This... how is this possible?" Shen Hao stared at Xiao Xingchen.

"Sir, what do you say?"

"The black mist, it must be the effect of the black mist. The black mist is constantly looping our battle scenes. Have your ancestors observe carefully whether the battle scenes they see are looping."

Xiao Xingchen's guess was transmitted directly through the mirror, which made the Third Ancestor nod in approval.

"Alright, I will have someone observe carefully. Now, can you explain why you used the blood-binding connection method?"

"Xiao Xingxue got there first, entering the real Demon Tower before us,"

"What did you say? Xiao Xingxue?"

“Yes, some members of the Xiao family have already gone quite far. We feel it’s time for the whole family to move out, otherwise we will fail at the last hurdle. This is why I’m willing to sacrifice my lifespan to make contact. The real Demon Suppression Prison has appeared, but we’ve been blocked by the black mist, so we can’t move forward.” Shen Hao’s words caused the three ancestors’ auras to become chaotic.

“I understand. You can wait here while I go to the black mist to take a look myself.”

Shen Qiushuang vanished without a trace, the Blood Mirror disappeared with a bang, and Shen Hao spat out a mouthful of blood.