Chapter 1802 — Return to the Heavenly Realm

One hall master they might have handled, but with three appearing at once, they could only be suppressed! "Daoist Hao, you have done very well.

" One of the hall masters fixed his gaze on Emperor Haotian and nodded.

"You drew their attention and made our descent far easier. " Emperor Haotian continued to imprint the void and bowed.

"I dare not claim the credit. In this battle all the forces under my command were destroyed, and even my mother fell in it. If there is any merit, it belongs to them and to the Master of the Joyous Hall.

" Another hall master said mournfully, "So the Master of the Joyous Hall has also met her tribulation?

" "There is no need for sorrow.

" The third hall master said slowly, "To sacrifice oneself for the Miluo Palace, to give one's life for the Master's ideals — that is worthwhile. Knowing the great plan has succeeded, our friend Joyous must be glad indeed. With us here, the Young Masters may descend.

" "But we need more sacrifices.

" The three hall masters raised their heads as one and looked toward Heavenly Lord Yue, Xu Shenghua, and the others, still struggling.

The descent of a Young Master was no small matter; the energy required for mass-energy conversion was terrifying. In the past, Elder Wuyai had secretly stolen the energy of the blood sacrifices, so that not to speak of a Young Master's descent, even the descent of an ordinary Dao-attainer had been a difficult thing. Fortunately, the Heavenly Court had marched against the Yuan Realm and great battles had broken out repeatedly, which had allowed the three hall masters — Joyous, Chuge, and Changfeng — to descend; yet two of them had been slain by Shen Mu and Lord Shang.

Now Elder Wuyai had been gravely wounded, and there was no one left to steal the energy of the blood sacrifices; Taiyi too was severely hurt, and no one remained who could stop the descent of the Miluo Palace's Young Masters! Once the two Young Masters descended, the entire Miluo Palace could be drawn over directly, bringing the Miluo Palace truly into this universe!

The three hall masters were about to strike Heavenly Lord Yue and the others dead when suddenly the Salvation Golden Ship flew in — and was caught in their halos as well. The three hall masters each frowned.

They knew the Salvation Golden Ship, of course. Though they had never boarded it, the ship had always lain moored outside the Miluo Palace, battered and broken, and they had inevitably given it a few extra glances as they passed.

The golden ship was now bright as new, its former shabbiness gone. Offered up as a sacrifice, it would surely yield an immense surge of energy — yet the Salvation Golden Ship was the treasure of the Miluo Palace's master, and they dared not lay hands on it.

"Put the golden ship away.

" The Master of the Phoenix Hall said, "This ship was carried off by the Seventh Young Master; now it is time it returned to the Miluo Palace. " The Master of the Bright Sun Hall beside him raised his hand, and the dao fruit behind him flew out to hang above the Salvation Golden Ship. From the dao fruit chains of the Dao extended downward, binding the ship and drawing it toward the dao tree.

The Master of the Bright Sun Hall's dao tree sent its roots dancing like chains, lashing the Salvation Golden Ship fast beside the dao tree. "Senior brothers, preside over the blood sacrifice rite," said the Master of the Bright Sun Hall. The Master of the Phoenix Hall and the Master of the Union Hall exchanged a glance, then said to Heavenly Lord Yue and the others, "Fellow Daoists, it is not that we thirst for blood by nature, but that we have no choice.

Our Miluo Palace descends not to destroy the Seventeenth Era, but to save more lives.

By blocking us, you ensure that when the Calamity of Destruction erupts in the future, the Seventeenth Era will be utterly destroyed.

" Heavenly Lord Yue gritted her teeth, blood seeping from the corner of her mouth, and sneered, "The Seventeenth Era does not need you to save it — we can save ourselves! For the sake of your descent, how many great calamities have you brought upon the Seventeenth Era?

How many people have died?

" "These are necessary sacrifices.

" The Master of the Phoenix Hall said bleakly, "For the sake of more people living in the future, these sacrifices are necessary. " Lan Yutian struggled with all his might and laughed aloud. "And what if the Miluo Palace cannot save the Seventeenth Era? " "Then we go on to the Eighteenth Era.

" The Master of the Bright Sun Hall said gravely, "One day, sooner or later, we will find a way to save everyone. " "Decayed relics! " Heavenly Lord You spat.

The Master of the Bright Sun Hall paid it no mind, only feeling the Salvation Golden Ship gradually resisting him, its resistance growing stronger and stronger.

He said hastily, "Senior brothers, there is no need to bandy words with them.

They are obstinate and deluded; better to finish the blood sacrifice at once!

" The Salvation Golden Ship resisted more fiercely still, making him somewhat uneasy.

The Master of the Union Hall and the Master of the Phoenix Hall hurriedly roused their own dao fruits; the chains of the Dao within the fruits interwove and interlaced, laying out the great blood sacrifice formation.

The two hall masters roused the formation together, and the blood sacrifice began at once!

Seeing this, Emperor Haotian felt a surge of satisfaction. "These rebels will finally be swept up in one net. A pity that Heavenly Lord Mu slipped away — but he will not caper for much longer!

" Suddenly a sword light that shook the world shot out from the Salvation Golden Ship and pierced the Master of the Bright Sun Hall between the brows!

The sword light burst from the back of his head, and in the next instant passed through the dao fruits of the Master of the Union Hall and the Master of the Phoenix Hall, shattering the great blood sacrifice formation in one stroke! Upon the Salvation Golden Ship, a hazy figure walked forward, growing clearer and clearer, as though passing from illusion into reality. "The Seventh Young Master told me that the Miluo Palace decayed long ago.

" The figure's face grew ever clearer, his voice ever more forceful. "The Seventeenth Era has no need of decayed relics!

" Ding-ling-ling — the sword sang, and a sword light fell into his palm.

"Great Luotian, rise! " Boom!

In the sky, the Ultimate Void emerged; the Great Luotian of the Sword Dao was reborn, descending from the heavens!