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Chapter 542: Mad Ye Xishui, Sacrifice Herself?

Sun Moon Empire!

Space shattered and a figure in a blood-red robe plummeted out from the rift.

"Damn you, Hai Bodong!"

The blood-robed figure gnashed their teeth in rage.

To think that after finally reaching the divine realm, she was still forced to retreat.

Who would have expected Hai Bodong to temporarily ascend to godhood? That was truly beyond her predictions.

Dark, cold fury flickered in the eyes of the figure.

Moments later, her black pupils returned to blood-red, and a shadow separated itself from her body.

Ye Xishui regained control.

"Xiaoyao!"

She cried out in sorrow, her delicate face etched with grief.

Long Xiaoyao had been left behind—his fate was all too clear.

With the strength of the Ice God Palace, Xiaoyao was surely doomed.

The shadow spoke up at this moment, "It's not that I didn't want to save Long Xiaoyao. Given the situation, I only had time to take you."

"Hai Bodong's strength is formidable, and there's also Mo Wuliang, who's close to demigod status."

"Even that brat Su Yu is close to godhood."

"Being able to escape intact was already no small feat."

The shadow was blunt.

If he could have saved Long Xiaoyao, he would have. After all, Long Xiaoyao was a capable fighter, but under those circumstances, it was impossible.

Their fusion was only temporary, and their power was already waning.

If they hadn't left, Ye Xishui herself might have been lost, and even the shadow's projection could have been severely injured.

It just wasn't worth it.

Ye Xishui's eyes glowed blood-red, her face icy cold.

She knew the shadow was right—but this was Xiaoyao.

If Xiaoyao was gone, what meaning was left in the world?

At this moment, Ye Xishui was like a drowning person who had lost their last lifeline, falling completely into madness.

"Revenge. I want revenge—I'll avenge Xiaoyao."

"Ice God Palace, you deserve to die. Die!!"

Ye Xishui roared like a wild beast, face twisted in rage and hysteria, her once-beautiful features now fierce and terrifying.

Suddenly, she glared at the shadow, bloodthirsty killing intent in her eyes. "I want revenge. Do you have a way?"

Ye Xishui knew she could never defeat them alone.

Only this mysterious shadow might be able to help.

The shadow paused before saying, "If you want to kill Su Yu and the others, there is a way."

"But I doubt you'll be willing to try it."

Ye Xishui replied firmly, "I don't care what the cost is. As long as I can have my revenge, I'll pay it."

A barely noticeable smile flashed in the shadow's eyes. "Ordinary blood sacrifices won't be enough anymore."

"Su Yu is likely on his eighth trial, on the verge of becoming a god."

"And now, you can't go to hunt in the ocean. It's almost impossible for you to quickly grow stronger."

"I've thought about it, and there's only one way."

"What way?" Ye Xishui asked.

The shadow spoke slowly, each word chilling, like a demon whispering from the depths of hell: "I need… your body."

Ye Xishui raised a blood-red eyebrow. "It's just a shell. If you want it, it's yours."

Saying this, she reached for her waist sash.

The shadow paused, a little speechless.

"I don't mean your body in that sense. I need your body as a vessel—the price is your life."

Ye Xishui frowned. "What do you mean?"

The shadow said quietly, "You know I'm only a projection now."

"My clan is blocked by the laws of this world. To truly descend, we need a beacon."

"Originally, I planned to let you reach godhood, then open the way from within for my clan."

"But plans have changed. Now, there's only one option."

"You're already at peak pseudo-god level. If you're willing to sacrifice yourself and blood-sacrifice a million lives, my clan can use you as a beacon to descend."

"But are you willing?"

"Let me be clear: after the sacrifice, you'll be truly dead."

"There will be no more Ye Xishui in the world. Think carefully."

Ye Xishui gritted her teeth. "No need to think. I'm willing."

"Xiaoyao is dead. Right or wrong, I no longer care. It's just a life. What's so important?"

"If Xiaoyao is gone, then this world has no reason to exist."

Her voice was cold and deranged.

A faint smile played beneath the shadow's hood. As expected, Ye Xishui was easier to manipulate in this state.

He didn't want gods to appear in this world.

So, before Su Yu could become a god, he would unify the Douluo Star and destroy all resistance.

"Excellent. You've made your decision. If Long Xiaoyao knew, even in the underworld, he'd be pleased."

The shadow clapped, smiling.

Ye Xishui frowned. "No time to lose. What should I do?"

The shadow grinned. "First, you need to find a densely populated city."

"Blood sacrifices need nourishment."

Ye Xishui's eyes gleamed. She looked toward the heart of the Sun Moon Empire, at its most prosperous city.

Mingdu!

…

Xu Tiannan looked at the new battle report in his hands, rage boiling within him.

"Useless. Useless! You can't even handle a single woman!"

His chest heaved with anger.

It was one thing to lose to the Ice God Palace's experts, but now, even the army led by Ju Zi had defeated them.

He'd lost soldiers, soul tools, and nearly his entire elite soul engineer corps.

No wonder Xu Tiannan was furious.

Especially since Ju Zi was someone he had personally cultivated.

"Ju Zi was mine—mine! Damn you, Su Yu, you've gone too far!"

Xu Tiannan's hatred for Su Yu ran deep, but there was nothing he could do.

Last time, Su Yu bombarded the entire imperial palace, terrifying Xu Tiannan.

Privately, he could only rage helplessly. Confronting Su Yu directly, he didn't even dare to fart.

Throwing away the report, Xu Tiannan's face was gloomy as he forcefully pushed his wheelchair forward.

He was in a foul mood, especially after learning that even a powerhouse like Long Xiaoyao had perished at the hands of Ice God Palace. He felt even more hopeless.

If even Long Xiaoyao was dead and Ye Xishui had fled, did he still stand a chance for revenge?

His enemies were simply too strong—so strong that even Xu Tiannan felt despair.

Chapter 543: Blood Array Rises, Mingdu's Catastrophe, Xu Tiannan the Bug

Would he never have a chance for revenge in this lifetime?

Was his ambition doomed to fail—never to unify the continent and become a legendary emperor?

Xu Tiannan was unwilling, but he had no choice.

The gap in strength was just too great; he saw no hope for victory.

"Where's Ye Xishui? What are those evil soul masters doing in Mingdu, running around all day?"

Suspicion flashed in his eyes as he thought of Ye Xishui.

Ever since she returned, her actions had been incomprehensible.

After Long Xiaoyao's death, she seemed to have gone completely insane.

Xu Tiannan was helpless.

Why was there no reliable ally?

"The Holy Spirit Cult can't be counted on, either."

He muttered, then, with the help of his maid, left the great hall.

He wandered the imperial garden. Though not as grand as before, it was still tranquil.

Whenever he was upset, Xu Tiannan liked to come here to relax.

The scenery soothed his mood, if only a little.

Suddenly, the ground shook violently.

Xu Tiannan nearly fell out of his wheelchair, but stabilized himself and looked into the distance.

Within Mingdu, countless blood-red pillars of light shot into the sky.

The crimson beams formed a strange pattern, enveloping the entire city.

High above, the beams wove together, forming a sinister, bloody array over the city.

"What is that?!"

Xu Tiannan was terrified; the sight filled him with dread.

…

Mingdu City Center.

There stood an altar, ten meters high and octagonal.

Ye Xishui, in her blood robe, stood at its center.

Her face was calm and beautiful—if one ignored the bloody aura, she was a true beauty.

No wonder both Long Xiaoyao and Mu En had longed for her all their lives.

But now, her eyes were filled with madness and violence.

Standing on the altar, Ye Xishui gazed dispassionately at Mingdu, now shrouded by the bloody formation—her expression void of joy or sorrow.

Space rippled and the shadow appeared.

"The blood sacrifice can begin," it said coldly.

Ye Xishui nodded, and with a wave of her hand, the blood-red patterns pressed down.

Blood light surged, flooding all of Mingdu.

Anyone touched by the light melted instantly like snow, leaving only blood behind.

"What is this?!"

In the imperial garden, Xu Tiannan's maid was struck and turned to a pool of blood.

Xu Tiannan broke out in cold sweat.

"Damn it, what is this?"

"It must be Ye Xishui! What is that lunatic up to?!"

He roared in anger, retreating as more blood light swept near, his wheelchair almost sparking from the speed.

"Ahhh!!"

Mingdu was filled with wails of agony.

Everywhere the blood light passed, people were reduced to blood, and the city became a living hell.

Blood filled the city.

Standing on the altar, Ye Xishui absorbed the surging blood energy from all directions.

Blood flames rose from her body, the ultimate concentration of blood energy.

Ye Xishui formed hand seals, chanting, "With myself as the guide, and the blood sacrifice of a million souls, I invite the great Holy Prison—descend!"

Her essence ignited.

With the burning of her peak pseudo-god origin and the blood of a million lives, a thick blood-red pillar shot into the sky.

The blood array was now complete.

Boom!

Blood rain fell; it was as if the whole continent was weeping.

Blood clouds gathered; crimson lightning struck the earth.

High above, space twisted, as if some membrane was being ripped apart—a deep rift appeared.

Through it, a bottomless abyss could be glimpsed.

"Jie jie jie, jie jie jie jie jie!"

The shadow cackled wildly—years of planning had finally come to fruition.

"Will of Douluo Continent, you cannot stop the great Holy Prison. My clan's glory will bathe every inch of this land."

With arms wide, the shadow was fanatical.

As more blood energy poured in, the rift widened and stabilized.

Grotesque creatures poked their heads out, surging like a tide.

"Finally free! Jie jie jie!"

From the rift, strange laughter echoed, and after the monsters, a series of figures descended onto the altar.

A terrifying pressure swept out; Ye Xishui froze, her eyes turning black.

The shadow cackled and merged into Ye Xishui's body. Her dark eyes became like black holes, devouring everything.

"We welcome the great Lord of the Spirit Prison!"

"Jie jie jie!"

Ye Xishui—no, now the Lord of the Spirit Prison—laughed crazily and gave the first order.

"Go! Lead my people and conquer this continent."

The Lord of the Spirit Prison declared.

"Yes, my Lord!"

The figures knelt, then scattered. The monsters followed, spreading in all directions.

They would conquer the land in the name of their master.

"Not enough. This blood energy is far from enough."

"I need more blood."

"When my Emperor descends, Douluo Continent will belong to us."

The Lord of the Spirit Prison laughed, black mist engulfing the heavens.

"Ye Xishui, what are you doing? Are you mad?!"

Below the altar, Xu Tiannan's eyes bulged as he witnessed everything.

Behind him, Kong Deming was furious.

Mingdu was now a city of monsters and corpses—the continent's most glorious city reduced to a dead zone.

"Noisy."

The Lord of the Spirit Prison glanced at Xu Tiannan, lifting a hand.

Xu Tiannan was lifted into the air, clutching his throat and struggling desperately.

"Since when do bugs dare interrupt?"

With a squeeze, Xu Tiannan's body exploded, crushed to pulp.

"Your Majesty!"

Kong Deming cried out in disbelief.

Ye Xishui had killed Xu Tiannan?

Weren't they allies?

"Ye Xishui, you're insane! How dare you kill His Majesty!"

Kong Deming roared in fury.

The Lord of the Spirit Prison impatiently waved at Kong Deming—space exploded.

An unstoppable force struck Kong Deming.