nagpurpolice Chapter 811 "Sin" is not a sin, but a kind of glory!
Chapter 811 "Sin" is not a sin, but a kind of glory!
However, just as Shi Hao was immersed in the tragic grandeur of that battlefield, he suddenly noticed a detail.
Those standing on the city wall, including the seven invincible war kings, all had the same symbol engraved on their foreheads.
A golden "sin" character.
The symbol was exactly the same as the sin rune on his forehead, radiating the same light, like a mark of blood, shining brightly in the darkness.
"How is that possible..."
Shi Hao's heart skipped a beat.
He felt the sin runes on his forehead begin to heat up, like dormant seeds being awakened, resonating with the scene in the multicolored blood.
His blood began to surge and flow, more brilliant than ever before, as if responding to some ancient call.
At this moment, Shi Hao became even more convinced that the blood flowing in his veins was not sinful blood, and that he was not a descendant of so-called sinful blood.
The word "sin" here does not refer to sin, but rather to a kind of glory.
That was the glory his ancestors earned with their blood and lives, but it has been misinterpreted by later generations and buried by the passage of time.
His ancestors, the seven invincible war kings, shed their last drop of blood to protect the heavens and the earth, yet they bore the infamy of eternity.
"I see……"
Shi Hao murmured, a glimmer of understanding flashing in his eyes.
There was no longer any sorrow in his heart, only an unprecedented determination.
He wanted to live, leave this ancient ship, return to the heavens and the earth, and vindicate his ancestors.
He wanted everyone to know that the so-called "sinful blood" was actually the offspring of heroes.
Just as Shi Hao's thoughts were churning, the scene in the five-colored blood began to blur.
He saw that one of the seven kings finally fell.
The man's figure was like a mountain, yet he crashed to the ground amidst a terrifying light. Instantly, the stars in the sky dimmed, as if even heaven and earth were mourning his demise.
The remaining six people supported each other, appearing particularly desolate and tragic in the setting sun.
Their shadows stretched long, like six lighthouses about to go out, casting their last light in the darkness.
"No……"
Shi Hao tried to reach out, but found that he couldn't touch the scene at all.
He hated that he couldn't lend a hand and could only watch those heroes fall.
He desperately wanted to know where this battlefield was, and he wanted to go there to collect the bodies of those heroes and erect a monument for them.
But the image of the multicolored blood had become completely blurred, like a shattered mirror that could never be pieced back together.
The radiance of the multicolored blood gradually dimmed, and the altar returned to silence.
Shi Hao stood there, unable to calm down for a long time.
His mind was filled with questions about that battlefield.
But at this moment, his top priority is to escape this ancient ship so that he can continue to learn these secrets.
It is said that everyone who boarded this ship died, and no one ever left alive.
In fact, Shi Hao had already prepared for the worst.
He felt that since he couldn't leave...
Why not take the plunge and find out for ourselves?
"I'll give it my all..."
Shi Hao took a deep breath and continued walking deeper into the ancient ship.
The deeper you go, the more eerie the atmosphere becomes, and the stronger the feeling of decay and coldness grows.
He walked through dark passageways and empty cabins, each step treading on unknown fears.
However, as he continued to explore, he was surprised to find that it was less a ship and more a world of mountains and rivers.
The interior of the ship was far beyond his imagination, with rolling hills, dried-up rivers, boundless wastelands, and endless ruins.
The mountains lay like giant dragons in the darkness, the riverbeds were cracked, broken weapons were scattered on the wasteland, and the outlines of dilapidated buildings could be vaguely seen in the ruins.
Soon, he arrived at the foot of a broken mountain.
The mountain appears to have been cleaved in two by a giant sword; the upper half is nowhere to be found, leaving only the lower half standing in the darkness, like a giant tombstone.
The ground below the mountain was littered with corpses, the piles of bones gleaming a ghastly white in the dim light.
Shi Hao carefully bypassed the corpses.
A mysterious and terrifying atmosphere filled the air, making him extremely cautious with every step he took.
He sensed that something extremely terrifying was lurking beneath the broken mountain, like a sleeping behemoth breathing in the darkness.
Just then, Shi Hao's gaze was suddenly drawn to a huge jade table in front of him.
The jade table was several feet long, its entire surface as white as jade, and several blood-soaked heads were neatly arranged on it.
Some of the heads had grotesque faces, some had peaceful expressions, and some were still dripping blood, as if they had just been cut off.
Moreover, in front of each head stood a memorial tablet, engraved with ancient characters, radiating a cold, eerie light.
Shi Hao took a step closer and carefully examined the inscriptions on the memorial tablets.
However, the next second, his pupils suddenly contracted, and even his breathing became rapid.
"Lord of Qingwei Heaven... Lord of Dachi Heaven... Lord of Yuyu Heaven..."
Shi Hao stared at the names on the memorial tablets and murmured softly.
These names... each one is enough to make the heavens and the earth tremble.
That was an invincible, unparalleled true immortal from the Immortal Ancient Era!
Legend has it that each of them possessed earth-shattering power, and each was an invincible being who suppressed an era.
Their names were lost after the end of the Immortal Ancient Era, and are only mentioned briefly in the oldest ancient books.
When has Shi Hao ever seen such a scene?
He couldn't help but gasp and instinctively took two steps back.
At this moment, he even wondered if he was seeing things.
How come those legendary immortal figures are here?
And their heads will be chopped off and placed on this eerie ancient ship?
"Where exactly is this place...?"
Shi Hao felt as if he had stepped into a realm he shouldn't have entered, and touched upon some forbidden secrets.
This feeling is very strong.
However, at that moment...
A strange, enormous cauldron suddenly appeared and landed on the jade table.
The next second, the memorial tablets and heads disappeared at the same time, as if drawn by some force, turning into streams of light and being sealed into the cauldron.
Shi Hao was stunned.
He tried to reach out and open the giant cauldron, but found that the lid was completely immovable, as if it were locked from the inside by something.
Something's strange...
Shi Hao remained silent for a moment, a complex emotion welling up inside him.
He didn't know whether it was a good thing or a bad thing that those heads and memorial tablets were collected into this cauldron.
But he could sense that the origin of this cauldron was far more mysterious than he had imagined.
Otherwise, how could it take away these things related to true immortals?
...(End of this chapter)