CHAPTER 302: BONE EATER SECT ANCESTOR AND BLOOD SHADE SECT ANCESTOR.

Southern Region.

The Capital.

A thick, dark veil hung over the capital, as if a strange and ominous entity watched over it. Strange howls echoed frequently.

Everywhere was filled with ominous energy, and the temperature dropped into a dangerous zone.

In the distance, the governor’s mansion had been razed to the ground. Smoke and the thick stench of blood permeated the air.

Marks of battles were scattered everywhere. The grand mansion had long lost its grandeur.

Walking carelessly inside the ruins, disciples dressed in purple robes carried various corpses out of the mansion.

"Why are we wasting these bodies? We can refine them to increase our body essence," one of the disciples muttered.

"Ignorant fool! Do you think we’re waiting for the bodies to decompose?" another replied.

"The ancients must have a reason for us not to use the bodies."

"Right. Right."

"Now that the capital has fallen into our hands, we don’t have to hide like rats anymore, and we can freely use any of the cauldrons."

Hahaha.

The disciple laughed, unable to wait to start devouring those in the capital for their cultivation.

As long as there were enough human cauldrons, their cultivation would not encounter bottlenecks.

This was the beauty of evil cultivation.

So they thought.

Meanwhile, inside the grand hall, an old man dressed in purplish-red robes sat arrogantly.

The air around him vibrated slowly, pulsating with terrifying blood energy.

Standing before him were a few elders from the Bone Eater Sect, and the old man was their Ancestor— Ancestor Tong.

"Have they all agreed to follow us?" Ancestor Tong asked in a deep, eerie tone.

"Yes, Ancestor. Many have surrendered, and only a few are still unwilling," a female elder responded.

"Since they are unwilling to surrender, then kill them all. We don’t even need so many people for our plan."

"Feed their bodies to the vengeful spirits. At least they will serve some purpose," the Ancestor said with no change in expression.

The Bone Eater Sect was known for refining human bones for cultivation. The sect harbored a nefarious secret technique that allowed them to refine a human bone.

The bone they refined and consumed would strengthen their cultivation and fortify their bodies.

Unlike other evil sects, who were physically weak, the Bone Eater Sect was physically strong. This gave them an advantage over other evil sects.

Like every evil secret technique, it had a major drawback. They must not stop refining human bones to forge their bodies; stopping would cause their bones to shatter from the inside out.

Also, they could only use bones of higher- or equal-realm cultivators, so as not to be affected by the technique’s drawback.

Back in the grand hall, the female elder nodded. "Yes, ancestor. I’ll see to it immediately."

"Be quick." His voice carried impatience. "What are the Blood Shade Sect doing?"

"Ancestor, they are refining the wasted blood for cultivation. To them, they can’t allow a single drop to go to waste." A middle-aged man responded.

"Those bastards. Is this the time to cultivate? Have they forgotten we’re running out of time?" Ancestor Tong shouted, his face burning with fury.

All the elders in the hall lowered their heads, afraid to meet his gaze.

"Hahaha. Old Tong, why are you shouting?" an old man walked into the grand hall.

Clad in a grayish-red robe, he had sparse white hair and a long white beard tinted with red. But everyone knew that color came from the blood of his victims.

Looking at the ancestor of the Blood Shade Sect, the Bone Eater Sect Ancestor squinted.

"Do you want us to delay the grand plan?" he asked, his voice filled with rage.

If they delayed the grand plan, they might forget about living. If those powerhouses arrived, death would be the least of their worries.

"I know. I know. You worry too much," Ancestor Peng shrugged and took his seat.

"I’m here now. When should we start?"

"Humph! Do you think we can start that easily? Do you think those three sects will allow us that easily?" Ancestor Tong retorted.

"We need to handle them once and for all."

"Then what are we waiting for? Let’s get to it immediately." The Ancestor of the Blood Shade Sect responded impatiently.

"Their sect array might prove troublesome, but under our combined attack, it is nothing."

Their confidence came from their cultivation. The two ancestors were at Early Golden Core Realm, Stage-3, and were only a short bit from becoming an Intermediate Golden Core Expert.

"Do you think I don’t know that?" Ancestor Tong retorted, as if addressing a fool.

"I’m not worried about them." He paused briefly before continuing. "I’ve learned of a power far beyond their reach that even three sects fear."

"Are you talking about the Thousand Wealth Chamber?" Ancestor Peng asked, raising his brow.

"Yes...."

Since they took control of the capital, they’d heard people mention the Thousand Wealth Chamber.

An ordinary chamber!

How could it stop their combined power?

However, when they saw the strange artifact in the Times newspaper building,

their thoughts changed.

That was the first time they’d ever seen such a complicated artifact. Their array master, artifact refining master, and rune master were helpless against it.

They tried to take it away only to realize it was protected by a powerful array formation.

Any attempt to forcefully take it would result in a serious backlash.

Not only that, they found out the Thousand Wealth Chamber and anyone related to it were secured inside the Thousand Wealth Chamber building.

The two ancestors even tried to forcefully break the protective formation.

But to their dismay, their combined attack left no dent on the protective formation.

Thus, they could only leave them be for the time being.

But now...

"So what should we do?" Ancestor Peng asked, creasing his brow. The Thousand Wealth Chamber had gone beyond their power, which left the two ancestors helpless.

"I think we should report this to the higher-ups. They can decide what to do," Ancestor Tong responded.

"That’s right. Let them worry about it."

"That’s decided then. Let’s focus on the three rats and end their reign once and for all." Ancestor Tong rose to his feet, his face filled with terrifying killing intent.

Ancestor Peng also rose to his feet, licking his lips. More blood was coming.

Unknown to them, beneath the Thousand Wealth Chamber, the Skytrack Runner had come to a stop.

Whoosh!

The door slid open, and a young man stepped out.