Facing the demon elder's fury, Long Chen showed no sign of panic. Facing the old man's sharp claws, Long Chen didn't even blink.
"Buzz!" Sure enough,
the old man's claws stopped just before touching Long Chen's forehead.
"Old ghost, you actually want to trick me?"
Long Chen sneered inwardly. If it were someone else, because they had something to hide, they would definitely be scared half to death.
But Long Chen could sense that he had a murderous aura but no intent. To put it bluntly, he was just trying to scare people. How could Long Chen fall for it?
The old man saw Long Chen staring at him expressionlessly, a flash of astonishment in his eyes. He had wanted to test Long Chen to see if his intentions were genuine.
But even if Long Chen had no guilt inside, when faced with the pressure of death, he shouldn't remain so calm.
"Kid, tell me the truth, what's going on with this nameplate? This is your life-bound nameplate, not a token token. Why would Yumo hand it over to you? And how could I have let you come here?" The demon elder shouted sternly.
Long Chen suddenly understood—so there was a problem here. The token nameplate was like a personal decree, while the life-bound nameplate was something everyone kept close and rarely exposed.
Facing the old man's pressing question, Long Chen remained calm and said calmly,
"You need to ask Lord Yumo about that. She sent me here, saying that once you see the nameplate, you'll understand what she means."
Long Chen directly threw the question at the demon elder. The demon elder was stunned, then looked Long Chen up and down for a long time. Suddenly, a look of understanding appeared in his eyes:
"She wants to use your Colorful Wing Essence Blood..."
He had just said this when he immediately fell silent, A hint of hesitation flashed in her eyes, then she said coldly, "
She's clearly cheating. Why should I let you in and look after her clansmen?"
You're quite capable, kid. Take care of the old and young together, and tell Yumo when you get back that this path won't work for me. Hearing
this, Long Chen understood. It turned out that the old man mistakenly believed Long Chen had entered the altar to secretly give the Colorful Wing Essence Blood to one of them.
That person was none other than Yumo's descendant. Everyone was in seclusion at the altar, absorbing the purple blood essence.
Judging by the old man's tone, Ying Wudao also had an affair with Yumo's descendants, so Yumo used her power to try to give the descendants a special favor.
If at this moment, Ying Wudao injected his own essence blood into Yumo's descendants, with the help of the altar, they would be rapidly absorbed, and might even awaken the Colorful Wings clan's innate divine abilities. In worse cases, mutations might occur.
In fact, Long Chen hadn't said anything; he left everything to the old man's imagination. Now, hearing the old man's cold laugh, Long Chen knew that at least the old man no longer doubted his identity.
If he ambushed now and stabbed the charged dagger into his body, Long Chen would threaten him. Long Chen didn't believe he would choose to perish with him.
Moreover, because of Yumo's connections, this old man would definitely hold the grudge against Yumo and would never die alongside a mere Heavenly Saint like him.
Thinking of this, Long Chen smiled. When he smiled, the old man's face immediately darkened, thinking Long Chen was mocking him. Just as he was about to lose his temper, Long Chen said, "
Everything you said was within Lord Yumo's expectations. She said that as long as you use the convenient door, she will agree to all your conditions. Remember, it's everything."
Long Chen was making things up without thinking. The dagger had already quietly appeared in his sleeve, but the old man was distracted by Long Chen's words and didn't notice his actions at all.
"Alright, in that case... Why are you so close to me? Get lost." The old man hesitated, then suddenly spoke. However, when he saw Long Chen had somehow been less than three feet away from him, he couldn't help but shout angrily.
Long Chen had already been secretly gathering strength and was about to make a move, but a single sentence from the old man nearly made Long Chen lose his back.
"Damn, is this really okay?"
Long Chen never expected the old man to agree. It seemed he had a need for Yumo, which was why he agreed.
Long Chen took a step back and chuckled, "Isn't it just that I'm used to being close to Lord Yumo? It's a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding."
The old man felt a chill and angrily said, "Shut your foul mouth! Don't joke around with me. You only have the time it takes to burn an incense stick. Once you're done, come out quickly."
Suddenly, the old man remembered something and said, "You swear with your demonic soul that you won't mention this matter to anyone."
Demon Soul swears? How could I possibly know this move? But this was no problem for Long Chen. He said calmly, "
Do you think that's possible?" Not mentioning it to anyone? What about Lord Yumo? Also, with Lord Yumo's life-bound nameplate here, why bother making some ridiculous oath?"
The old man seemed to agree and pondered for a moment, then placed his large hand on the stone door. Runes swirled on the door, forming a vortex.
"Hurry inside. Remember, you only have the time it takes to burn an incense stick."
Before Long Chen could walk over, the old man grabbed his shoulder and threw him into the whirlpool.
"Whoosh."
The space before Long Chen's eyes twisted, and he had already appeared atop an altar. This altar was the very one Long Chen had seen last time when he used his divine sense to ascend against the current.
However, unlike last time, there were originally only a few dozen bags above the altar, each resembling gallbladders, but now there were thousands.
Originally, there was one largest in the middle, but now it seemed that the dozens in the middle were all about the same size.
The other bags were slightly smaller and likely added later. It was likely because the demon clan, seeing the large number of Purple Blood clan members and ample purple blood power, added some powerful demon prodigies.
The largest group above the altar, and also the earliest group, should be the strongest among the demon clan.
After entering the altar, Long Chen noticed that the old man's divine sense had been locked onto him the whole time. He couldn't help but curse inwardly—with so many bags, how could he tell which one was Yumo's descendant?
"Seventh in the middle, right, speed up."
Fortunately, at that moment, the old man spoke. Since all the prodigies were wrapped in bags and had a list of locations, only he could find their locations. It was normal for Long Chen not to find them. If Long Chen had found them immediately, he would have become suspicious.
Following the old man's guidance, Long Chen quickly found the bag, then pretended to press one hand on it, simultaneously activating the aura of Ying Wudao's nameplate. At least from the outside, it seemed quite convincing.
At that moment, Long Chen noticed that the old man's divine sense had vanished. Clearly, he only wanted to send Long Chen inside; he didn't care about anything else. Whether Long Chen succeeded or failed had nothing to do with him.
"Wow, such intense blood energy!"
Just as Long Chen was about to take a closer look at the altar's structure, he heard the voice of Dragon Bone Xie Yue, both surprised and greedy.