C546 The Dignity of the Goddess

"Sunsorrow of the giant beast!"

The moment those words were uttered, Acora Island erupted into a frenzy.

Yu Yuan noticed that every disciple of the Colddeath Cult had their eyes light up with intense greed at the mention of Sunsorrow.

Even Lin Yue's heartbeat noticeably quickened at the mention of the Sunsorrow of the giant beast.

The other disciples of varying ranks and identities within the Colddeath Cult felt their vitality begin to fluctuate wildly.

Master Han, while discussing the Sunsorrow of the giant beast, seemed to have his blood-crafted Lunar Spirit stir with anticipation of conflict.

As he spoke of how his little world of vitality could greatly aid Ann Ziqing, he stepped away from the Blood Well, poised like an eagle swooping down on its prey.

A sharp pain suddenly pierced the mud pellet acupoint between Yu Yuan's eyebrows.

This sensation alerted him to the fact that Master Han had stealthily used Spirit Magic to target him, ready to strike at any moment.

"Vitality disturbance..."

He narrowed his eyes, remaining vigilant as he silently monitored the situation.

Suddenly, he felt an extraordinary sensitivity to the vital energy, heartbeat, and the blood, organs, and bones of every Colddeath disciple.

He took a keen look at Lin Yue and could acutely sense the rich vitality stored within the Profound Gate acupoint in his chest.

Every strand of vital essence coursing through Lin Yue's veins, the resilience of his organs and bones, and any weaknesses were all transparent to Yu Yuan's perception.

He even detected that Lin Yue's spine had once been fractured and had not yet fully recovered.

Intrigued, Yu Yuan's gaze wandered further.

A female disciple of the Colddeath, in the late stages of the Golden Sanctum realm, had a major tendon in her left arm that had ruptured and not fully healed.

Another disciple, at the same Veil Breaking level as him, had a crooked head.

It was due to a severe neck injury, with unhealed fractures in the bones.

There was also a Colddeath disciple in the Subtlety Realm with a damaged liver and unprocessed blood clots.

And there were more...

His gaze moved from one Colddeath disciple to another, assessing their internal organs, bones, and meridians. He could discern injuries, chronic conditions, areas of strength, and where more work was needed. With just a glance, he could see it all with remarkable clarity.

This was a divine occurrence he had never before experienced.

Even when employing the Soul Forging through Enlightenment technique to open the so-called "Third Eye," he couldn't discern the concealed aspects of another's corporeal body with such clarity.

"Could it be..."

After a brief contemplation, his eyes brightened. "The Blood Altar!"

The sole change since his last encounter was the integration of the Sunsorrow from the giant beast into his little world of vitality, resulting in the creation of a Blood Altar!

Yet, his cultivation level hadn't seen any substantial advancement or significant leaps.

He hadn't dedicated himself to practicing the Soul Forging through Enlightenment in the shadowy hall, nor had he reached out to the peculiar little space deep within the Moonfall Sanctuary.

"His gaze is unsettling."

A Colddeath disciple, carrying a crimson spear, frowned and muttered under his breath.

As soon as he spoke, the other disciples who had felt uncomfortable under Yu Yuan's gaze nodded in agreement.

"Miss!"

Han Ling emerged from the Blood Well behind Ann Ziqing, bowing with utmost respect before exclaiming, "You must have heard our leader discuss the immense value of the cosmic giant beast's lifeblood essence for Divine Cult cultivators! This young man must have truly fused the Sunsorrow into his little world of vitality!"

"Had it not been so, the Primal Blood Array on Acora Island wouldn't have activated on its own upon his arrival!"

In his fervor, he urged her further, "Miss, while the guardians are preoccupied with the escaped cosmic giant beast, I can assist you..."

A vicious glint of bloodlust flashed in his eyes.

Yu Yuan's expression shifted subtly as he stood amidst the Colddeath disciples, gazing at the suspended sea of blood and sensing Han Ling's murderous intent. He inwardly gasped.

"I am here."

The voice of the cauldron spirit emanated from the Zigong acupoint on his chest.

Since the Blood Altar had taken over his middle elixir field, causing a conflict with his vitality, the Crucible of Evil could no longer return to his little world of vitality.

The Bracelet of Holding was incapable of containing the Crucible of Evil, now at the Divine Level with its own artifact soul.

Out of necessity, the Crucible of Evil had settled within the Zigong acupoint in Yu Yuan's body as a temporary refuge.

The Crucible of Evil had opened up the Zigong acupoint, leaving it desolate and devoid of divine force or vitality energy. It served merely as a temporary refuge.

"The situation is precarious. Should any unforeseen events arise, unleash the Bane to safeguard my departure!"

Yu Yuan was ready, having shared his plan. If Ann Ziqing gave the slightest nod, indicating her intent to strike, he would exert every effort to flee Acora Island.

Armed with the Crucible of Evil and a subtle influence over the island's Primal Blood Array, he felt a measure of confidence.

"Master Han, return to your cultivation."

Ann Ziqing, standing amidst the Colddeath disciples, clad in her purple divine armor, commanded with an authoritative air, "Do not show yourself without my directive."

Her words were a clear snub.

Master Han, formed from the condensed blood of a Lunar Spirit, fell silent for a few seconds before responding, "Miss, my intentions were good."

"Your concern is noted."

Ann Ziqing's expression chilled as she addressed Lin Yue and the assembled Colddeath followers, "I merely invited a guest to the island, which triggered an anomaly in the Primal Blood Array. Nothing more. There's no need for alarm. Continue with your cultivation and spell study as usual!"

"Should anyone else roam the island without my consent, probing my guest with their remnant soul or vitality, they'll find my response less than hospitable."

Her gaze fixed on Han Ling as she issued this warning.

Taken aback, Han Ling could not defy her. He nodded, admitting, "I was overzealous," before retreating into the Blood Well.

The other Colddeath disciples, Lin Yue included, respectfully bowed to Ann Ziqing and dispersed, each guiding their artifacts away.

Ann Ziqing hovered midair, her gaze lifting to the blood-red expanse above. Her hands deftly formed seven bizarre, blood-soaked handprints that soared into the sea of blood.

The sea parted as if cleaved, its bloody luminescence cascading into the seventy-two Blood Wells, dispelling the enigmatic Primal Blood Array.

"You must find this amusing."

With an apologetic smile, Ann Ziqing gestured to Yuan Lianyao, who stood above. "Yuanyuan, you can descend now. Rest assured, since I've openly invited the young master to Acora Island, I have no intention of subterfuge."

"Young Master, please follow me."

She swiftly descended and stood in a corridor laid with red rocks, guiding Yu Yuan forward.

Yu Yuan, ready for confrontation and to summon the Crucible of Evil if things turned sour, cleared his throat and said with a smile, "I just knew you wouldn't want to hurt me."

"Young Master, to put it bluntly, if I really wanted to harm you, I would have done so in Asvetaesi," Ann Ziqing stated earnestly.

"I'm very curious about why you were with the Yu family in the first place," Yu Yuan remarked.

"I'll tell you about it later," Ann Ziqing replied.

"I want to know too!" Yuan Lianyao exclaimed, appearing suddenly.

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