Urban Martial Saint

Feeling the box break, the Great Lord immediately let out a startled cry, nearly jumping up at once. At that moment, he couldn't care less about his own pain but anxiously reached for the pocket at his waist. He felt inside, and his expression changed again; indeed, the box was broken!

Inside the box, there was a part of Dracula's blood, which was the most precious thing even in the Church. This blood, much like Huaxia's Ancestor Buddha Shakyamuni's Buddha's Relic, contained the power of Dracula. As long as it was drunk by Dracula's descendants, it would temporarily grant them Dracula's power. Just now, the Great Lord used this power to defeat the combined forces of The Immortal Lord and Fu Qingping, demonstrating the terrifying extent of this power. Although this power could only be used for a short time, unlike the Buddha's Relic that could be used continuously, it was still extremely formidable and was the Church's secret weapon.

And now, the box was broken, and the blood had spilled out, which amounted to being wasted. The Great Lord knew the preciousness of this blood, so how could he not be anxious?

He quickly reached out to cover the pocket, but after the box broke, the blood had already soaked through his clothes and flowed out along them. Not just his clothes, even the sculpture's foot was now stained with quite a bit of blood. This meant that trying to collect the blood was now utterly impossible.

Covering the pocket with his hand, the Great Lord could no longer retrieve the blood. Looking at the bloodstained foot of the sculpture, the Great Lord felt a wave of dizziness in his mind, and after a good while, he finally came to his senses, turned, and knelt on the ground, crying out, "Great King, your descendants couldn't protect your great blood, I am guilty, please punish me!"

There was still no response, and once again, the Great Lord pleaded as he had in the situation before when he begged for atonement.

It's unclear how much time passed, but as the Great Lord was about to get up and leave, he suddenly heard a faint sound from above his head. The Great Lord was taken aback, then his face lit up with joy, and he looked up anxiously, exclaiming, "Great King, are you finally willing to manifest your miracle? Your descendants are guilty, please punish me!"

However, the sculpture remained motionless. Under the Great Lord's gaze, the longsword at the sculpture's ankle, which he had tried to pull out several times, slowly extended a bit further.

"This..." The Great Lord's eyes widened in disbelief. This scene left him utterly bewildered. What exactly was happening? The longsword he couldn't move even with all his strength was now extending on its own. What had occurred? Why was the longsword emerging on its own?

As the Great Lord watched in stunned disbelief, it was uncertain how much time passed, but the longsword slowly extended once again. The speed was painfully slow; at this rate, it would take two to three days for the longsword to fully emerge from the sculpture. However, at least the longsword was retreating slowly outward, not as before when it was tightly embedded within the sculpture.

"Great King, have you heard the prayers of your descendants and finally awakened from your slumber?" the Great Lord shouted excitedly. This scene filled him with such excitement that he was eager to reach out and pull out the longsword immediately.

Of course, the sculpture didn't respond. After a long time, the longsword extended a bit more. The process was so slow, it was almost unnoticeable. However, someone with the Great Lord's strength could distinctly feel the longsword's gradual emergence, which greatly pleased him. Though he didn't understand why the longsword was retreating on its own, if it could, then surely the seal on the sculpture of the Dekula King could be undone, right?

In his excitement, the Great Lord glanced down at the sculpture's foot, where earlier, Dracula's blood had spilled. But looking now, the bloodstains had vanished from the sculpture's foot, as though they were never there.

This puzzled the Great Lord greatly. He immediately walked over to the foot of the sculpture, inspecting closely, but there was no sign of the blood that had been there. The foot of the sculpture appeared the same as the rest of it, as if no blood had ever touched it!

"What is going on?" The Great Lord took a deep breath, instinctively reaching to touch his pocket. The box was truly broken, and the blood had indeed soaked the pocket; it was irrefutably true. This meant that the incident earlier was not an illusion; when he fell, Dracula's blood indeed stained the foot of the sculpture. But how come now there was no trace of blood on the sculpture's foot?

Gazing at the foot of the sculpture, the Great Lord suddenly thought of something important. Initially, the longsword at the sculpture's ankle couldn't be moved by all his might. However, after he fell onto the sculpture, with Dracula's blood staining the foot, the longsword began to emerge gradually from the ankle of the sculpture. Moreover, the blood that had been on the foot had disappeared. Was there a connection between these two events?

"I understand now!" the Great Lord suddenly exclaimed triumphantly, looking at the sculpture, he shouted loudly, "Great King, I understand your meaning. So, your blood can activate your power, helping you to break this seal. How foolish I was not to think of this! This is the blood of the Ancestor, and it carries your power. Naturally, it can be utilized by you."

Saying this, the Great Lord suddenly remembered that he hadn't been killed by the pressure, becoming even more excited. "So, earlier under that tremendous pressure, it was also your ancestral blood that saved my life. No wonder they were all crushed to death by that pressure except for me alone who survived. It was the Ancestor who protected your descendants, Great King. Please accept the most devout kneeling gratitude of your descendant!"

As the Great Lord said this, he really did kneel on the ground, bowing deeply to the sculpture. Normally, the Great Lord was a rather sinister and indifferent person, but towards Ancestor Dekula, he held a near-fanatical worship. At this moment, he cast aside all the characteristics of a Peak Master and knelt on the ground like a devout slave, worshipping his master.

If Ye Qing had seen this scene, he would definitely be shocked by the Church's reverence for Dracula. Sadly, Ye Qing had already gone far away and didn't know what had happened afterward nor did he see this scene. Thus, he couldn't possibly know that before this so-called god, the Church's followers were no different from slaves. If he had seen this scene, he certainly would have understood why both Buddha Shakyamuni and Guiguzi stood against the gods. After all, they were people with dignity and would never consent to be someone else's slave.

The Cave was silent except for the constant kneeling and praying of the Great Lord, accompanied by the sound of the longsword slowly being pushed out of the sculpture's ankle. Though slow, the emerging longsword signified that the seal was loosening. If Dracula could force out all the Famed Instruments, would this god sealed by Guiguzi break out of the Tomb of Ghost Valley Master, overcome Guiguzi's bindings, and return to the world?

The deities wreaking havoc on earth seems to be a prophecy by Guiguzi slowly coming true. Sadly, Ye Qing would never know of this, for they had already traveled five or six kilometers within the stone corridor of the Gate of Life.

The stone corridor was enveloped in darkness, and everyone was in a poor state, making the journey through it slow. A distance that should have taken two to three hours took them instead this long because they had run out of flashlight batteries. In these circumstances, only Ye Qing could see everything inside the stone corridor, and everyone else had to closely follow him forwards.

"I'm telling you, we've taken the wrong path; there's no way this route can lead out. Haven't we walked far enough already? Even if it were a man-made tunnel, it couldn't possibly be this long, right? Five or six kilometers now, does this corridor ever end? This can't be the way out; we should switch to a different path!" Old Chen mumbled continuously along the way; having eaten something earlier, his spirit was particularly good, and he talked almost the entire way.

Ye Qing was walking at the front, with Fu Qingping and Wen'er beside him. Initially, the Seventh Elder was following Old Chen. Ye Qing arranged it this way primarily to keep an eye on Old Chen, as he still harbored suspicions regarding Old Chen's origins. However, Old Chen's constant chatter along the way wore the Seventh Elder down, prompting him to walk behind Old Chen, preferring to lag at the back alone rather than stay with him.

"Hey, did any of you hear what I said? This path is definitely a dead end; we need to take a new route!" When no one responded, Old Chen suddenly raised his voice, "There's an old saying, don't ignore the advice of elders or you'll pay the price. I'm at least a few years older than you, have eaten more salt than you've eaten rice, seen more things than you've even heard of. If you don't listen to me, you'll only end up regretting it soon enough. Therefore, it's best you follow my advice, and you won't regret it. I'm saying this for everyone's benefit, for your own good as well. Don't ignore my kindness. I'm not just here out of boredom, insisting on helping you, I…"

Ye Qing nearly collapsed as he covered his ears, now regretting why he had ever decided to save such a person.

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