Ancient God’s Desolate Blood Diagram

“Ah…”

A piercing scream suddenly tore through the night sky.

“Please spare me!”

“I beg of you… I… I truly don’t know where it is.”

“Ah…”

Outside the secret chamber, the cries of agony and pleas for mercy echoed incessantly, accompanied by hurried footsteps and the sounds of fierce combat.

Inside the secret chamber.

“An'nian, my dear grandson, you must survive! Back then, your grandfather and those five treacherous scoundrels each took a page from the Golden Book in the ancient relic. Little did we expect that it would bring utter calamity upon our Chen Family.

Now, the hopes of our family rest solely on your shoulders. You must stay alive! Be cautious about the Lin family!”

… Boom!

In a small wooden hut on the Factotum Peak of Green Mountain Sect, Chen An'nian, who was lying face down on the table, suddenly opened his eyes!

Instantly, his head spun dizzily.

Everywhere he looked, he saw congealed blood. His wrists, the table, the floor, it was everywhere. The air felt stiflingly hot, and the nauseating stench of blood in the room overwhelmed his senses.

“This guy couldn’t endure it any longer after a year of torment, huh?”

Chen An'nian’s mind was completely filled with the memories of the original host of this body.

Compared to his miserable past life, this young man had been a winner in the first sixteen years of his life.

As the eldest grandson of the Chen Family, he had enjoyed boundless wealth and indulged in all sorts of pleasures, except for studying and martial arts.

However, on his seventeenth birthday, the Chen Family suffered a tragic annihilation.

His father took him from Shanhai Mansion, fleeing all the way to Baiyang Mansion, and finally sent him into Green Mountain Sect before his death.

That was how he managed to escape the catastrophe!

But the entire family was wiped out, and his loved ones died before his eyes.

Furthermore, outside Green Mountain Sect, a group of assassins lurked, waiting to exterminate him once he left the sect.

Endless grief and fear weighed heavily on the shoulders of a pampered rich kid who had never experienced setbacks before.

It nearly crushed him.

Upon entering Green Mountain Sect, he had to start as a factotum disciple, pass the assessment after a year, and only then could he enter the outer sect.

Otherwise, he would be expelled from the sect.

However, for the original host who had no cultivation technique and suffered humiliation at every turn, the so-called assessment was nothing more than a countdown to his own death, day by day.

Finally, after enduring for eleven months and twenty days, he could no longer bear the immense psychological pressure and committed suicide.

“So, you’ve only given me ten days? After ten days, if I fail the assessment, I’ll be expelled from the sect, waiting to be torn to pieces by those pack of jackals and tigers?”

Chen An'nian couldn’t forget the nauseating scene in his mind.

All the direct descendants of the Chen Family were dismembered into countless pieces.

Those wicked lunatics, in their search for the Golden Book pages, even tore out their internal organs to inspect.

Dozens of direct descendants of the Chen Family had not a single inch of intact skin left on their bodies, all ripped apart in a bloody frenzy, fearing that something might be hidden within.

The screams of agony continued to reverberate in Chen An'nian’s mind to this day.

Like an entangled curse, they couldn’t be dispelled no matter what.

“Knock!”

“Knock!”

…

The fragile wooden door made a few sounds before being forcefully pushed open with a loud “bang.”

“Chen An'nian, what are you doing hiding in here?”

A tall and skinny factotum disciple lowered his head as he squeezed into the cramped wooden house.

He was instantly startled by the scene inside.

Blood was everywhere, and Chen An'nian’s pale face and lifeless eyes made him look like a dying man.

“What… what is going on!?”

The skinny young man’s heart raced, and he took a step forward, pressing on Chen An'nian’s wrist.

“Lu… Zhongmu, why are you here?”

“You still haven’t answered me!” The factotum disciple, called Lu Zhongmu, stared intensely into Chen An'nian’s eyes.

Weakly, Chen An'nian forced a bitter smile.

“You… you know that they…”

“Bang!”

Lu Zhongmu slammed his fist on the table.

“You little brat, if you really want to die, why don’t you charge out and fight those ruthless assassins who leave no trace of their victims?

Hiding here and contemplating suicide, is this your way of resistance!?”

Lu Zhongmu grabbed Chen An'nian’s collar, his anger uncontrollable as he loudly interrogated him.

Chen An'nian’s head spun from the shaking, unable to explain himself.

He could only lower his head deeply and say, “I…”

“The more others look down on us, the less we can give up on ourselves! No one is destined to have this kind of fate… If even you give up on yourself, not even the heavens will help you!”

Lu Zhongmu angrily shouted, frustrated by Chen An'nian’s weak appearance.

Seeing Chen An'nian’s feeble state, Lu Zhongmu quickly took out a cloth bundle from his pocket, containing two steamed buns.

“Quick, eat them while they’re still warm.”

After a moment of thought, he scooped a bowl of water.

“You eat first. Tomorrow I’ll figure out a way to get you some meat soup or something.”

Lu Zhongmu rambled on for a while.

“You, don’t lose hope. We still have ten days to fight! There’s still a chance!”

Lu Zhongmu pressed Chen An'nian’s shoulder and said earnestly.

Chen An'nian held the steamed buns, nodding absentmindedly.

After seeing Lu Zhongmu off, Chen An'nian stumbled back into the wooden house, leaning against the door and sitting on the ground.

After a moment of silence, Chen An'nian suddenly burst into laughter like a madman.

He then slapped himself, looking at the deep gash on his wrist and the various scars on his arm.

“You really are a useless piece of trash!

You only dare to harm yourself?”

Chen An'nian squinted his eyes slightly.

“But you, you are truly resilient.

To witness the tragic death of loved ones and endure various tortures in fear, waiting for death to come. And you actually held on for a whole eleven months!

I promise you, as long as I survive, one by one, I will avenge the grudges against the Chen Family and the extermination of our clan!

But you…at least, leave me with a martial art technique in my mind!

For the first seventeen years, you haven’t seriously practiced cultivation for a single day.

Without martial arts, how can I cultivate my Qi and pass the assessment?

With only ten days left, how do you expect me to do it?”

Chen An'nian reached into his chest and forcefully pulled out a piece of disguised human skin.

This was the only item left behind by the original host’s grandfather.

It was also a fragment of the Golden Book that those murderous villains had been searching for all along.

As he tore off the disguise, a palm-sized golden paper caught Chen An'nian’s attention.

The original host had tried various methods but couldn’t uncover the secret of this golden paper.

It was indestructible by knife, impervious to fire, and unaffected by water. Even the method of blood recognition proved futile.

It was in utter despair that the original host chose suicide.

Chen An'nian carefully examined the paper before his eyes, and a drop of crimson golden blood formed a pattern in the center, captivating and dazzling.

Suddenly, his chest felt scorching hot, as if he had swallowed a burning iron, and the sensation grew stronger. He hastily tore open his clothes, his eyes widening in astonishment.

It was the familiar crescent-shaped ancient jade pendant!

“Impossible! How did it follow me into this world!?”

Before he could finish speaking, the pendant shattered, transforming into a hazy starlight that pierced into Chen An'nian’s brow.

In the next moment, everything went black before Chen An'nian’s eyes.

“Descendant of mine…”

Chen An'nian turned towards the voice.

A giant figure, towering above the clouds, appeared.

It transcended endless time and space, descending upon Chen An'nian’s head.

It seemed distant yet close at the same time.

Chen An'nian could clearly see the rough patterns on the giant’s yellowish skin, resembling majestic mountains on the earth.

Its rugged palm covered the entire sky.

A strand of hair was like a pillar supporting the heavens, and a single breath unleashed a fierce gale.

“Descendant of mine, the ancient god has fallen…”

The giant looked down upon Chen An'nian, wanting to say more, but its chest was suddenly pierced by a dark and ancient longsword.

The icy metallic tip pierced through like a mountain, shattering the giant’s meteor-like dark golden heart.

The sky immediately poured down a torrential rain of blood.

Rivers and seas surged, flooding the land, and a sea of blood engulfed everything, causing all living things to mourn…

Chen An'nian’s consciousness instantly cleared, and on the golden paper in his hand, a few ancient seal characters quietly appeared—“Ancient God’s Desolate Blood!”

The crimson golden blood droplet pattern on it seemed to come alive, swiftly drilling into Chen An'nian’s fingertips.

“Drip…” As if on a long-dried-up earth, a drizzle began to fall. All things revived, bursting with vitality.

Chen An'nian stared ahead in a daze, and the sound of gurgling streams filled his ears.

His body seemed to transform into a sapling, sprouting branches and growing vigorously.

The wound on his wrist visibly healed at a rapid pace.

“This… this…”

Chen An'nian’s heart thumped wildly, his lips trembling.

“The crescent-shaped ancient jade pendant is the key to unlock the Golden Book fragment!”

Various thoughts raced through Chen An'nian’s mind before he could fully comprehend them.

Before he knew it, the golden paper disappeared from his hand, entering his left palm, leaving behind a golden spot. Mysterious information flooded into his mind.

“So, this is how the Golden Book fragment can be used!”

Chen An'nian’s eyes gradually lit up, eventually becoming so intense that it made one’s heart race.