Comprehension Ability: I Forge a Villainous Longevity Family-Chapter 190 - 183: Great Changes Between Heaven and Earth, Blood Will Surge to the Sky

Boom——!

At this moment, countless Meng Hedong’s insights into the Flame Tao flooded into Chen Zhixing’s mind.

Immediately, fiery patterns like divine runes appeared on every inch of Chen Zhixing’s skin and bone!

That is the Heaven-Burning Divine Body!

Among the three thousand divine bodies, the most compatible with the Flame Tao!

Chichichichi.

Suddenly, flames appeared in the void, blooming like buds.

Chen Zhixing slowly closed his eyes, entering the deepest realm of enlightenment.

This time, he would condense three Great Taos in one fell swoop to break through to the True Self Sixth Layer!

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Meanwhile.

Southern Border, Hundred Thousand Great Mountains.

The Hundred Thousand Great Mountains seem endless, stretching far into the depths.

No one knows what lies hidden across the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains.

Because no one who enters the deepest parts of these mountains has ever returned alive.

And on this day.

Deep in the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains, a blaze suddenly shot into the sky, rolling smoke covering the sun.

Just outside an ancient tribe.

Countless black wooden logs formed a towering altar.

The altar soared to the heavens, reaching a height of a hundred zhang.

An old crone with three eyes, clad in shaman attire, stepped on wooden beams one by one, ascending to the top of the altar.

The old crone held an ancient tortoise shell in one hand and a magic staff in the other, climbing onto the high platform at the altar’s peak.

In the next moment.

"Ula——!"

The old crone looked toward the infinite sky, raising the staff and tortoise shell in devotion to the extreme.

The old crone bowed to the sky in four different directions.

It was a full half-hour later.

The old crone finally ceased the bowing, sitting cross-legged and began to chant obscure spells,

As these spells, not of the Human Race, began to resonate.

Hiss!!

Flames erupted across the altar.

In an instant, the flames spread like wildfire, engulfing the entire altar and transforming it into a raging sea of fire.

Within the fire sea, the old crone sat serenely, chanting spells continually.

Not far from the altar.

A group of strange people with three eyes kept their gaze fixed on the altar.

Among this three-eyed group, three people stood prominently at the forefront.

A majestic man with wise eyes, his third eye horizontally open.

A beautiful woman with her third eye closed.

And Guu Yanran, her three thousand strands of hair cascading, resembling the appearance of the two.

"Father, Mother. Can the Sacrificial Granny trace the origin of that Human Race?"

Guu Yanran asked nervously.

"Rest assured, the person you’re investigating, as long as they’re not a Great Longevity of the Human Race, even if fate is blocked, the Sacrificial Granny can still capture their origins from the void.

As for the fate of the one you’re looking for, Meng Hedong, that’s even simpler."

The man with a horizontally open third eye rubbed Guu Yanran’s head and smiled indulgently.

"That’s good."

Guu Yanran let out a sigh of relief, her complexion eased a lot as she looked toward the bizarre old crone on the altar.

The tongues of fire flickered, crackling.

Suddenly, on the high altar submerged in the fire sea.

The bizarre old crone lifted her head, gazing at the infinite sky, a hint of puzzlement crossing her face.

"Ulalado Gulazhan, Emojido Suopo?"

The next moment.

Poof——!

The bizarre old crone suddenly spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, seeming to witness something terrifying, her body began trembling violently.

"Father?! What is this?!"

Guu Yanran’s expression turned tense.

She wasn’t seeing the Sacrificial Granny perform this ritual of divination for the first time, but such a situation had never occurred!

The rugged man with a horizontally open third eye’s expression changed instantly.

He didn’t reply but his face grew stern.

"Jugula?! Huwu Zundu?!"

The bizarre old crone seemed to be arguing with someone, her emotions becoming incredibly agitated.

Her seven orifices started secreting blood crazily, her visage becoming increasingly ferocious.

In the next instant.

Poof——!

She suddenly extended her hand, reaching for her forehead, and astonishingly gouged out her third eye alive.

Immediately.

She crushed the third eye, transforming it into countless drops of blood, dripping onto the ancient tortoise shell.

About half an hour later.

Bang!

The fiercely burning altar suddenly collapsed, turned into ruins.

The crone, her face twisted in agony, struggled to stand from the charred embers, taking steps towards the trio including Guu Yanran.

"Great Priest!"

The man with a horizontally open third eye’s gaze sparkled, striding towards the crone.

Seeing this, Guu Yanran quickly sped up following.

"Priest, are you alright?!"

The rugged middle-aged man supported the crone, his voice deepening.

The crone’s face appeared lifeless, first shaking her head slightly at the man, then tremblingly handing the tortoise shell over to the man.

Having done this, the crone seemingly unable to endure anymore, spewed a mouthful of blood and fell lifelessly to the ground.

The man took the tortoise shell and looked down.

On the tortoise shell, the blood had condensed into a Ziwei Flower, then the Ziwei Flower exploded into fragments, transforming into several symbols.

Upon seeing this, the man’s expression turned uncertain.

"Father, what does this mean?"

The man placed the tortoise shell down, took a deep breath, and looked at Guu Yanran.

"Ziwei Chen Family!"

"The person you’re asking about belongs to one of the Longevity Families of the Human Race, the Ziwei Chen Family."

Hearing this, Guu Yanran’s face changed slightly.

Growing up among the Human Race, she naturally heard of the Ziwei Chen Family.

It is on par with the Qing State Meng Family, adversaries through countless years among the Longevity Families!

If that Xiao Ping was from the Ziwei Chen Family, then the reason for his murderous intent towards Meng Hedong becomes clear!

The next moment.

Guu Yanran half-kneeled before the man, gritting her teeth:

"Father! Please lead our Ancient Race to march against the Ziwei Chen Family and the Celestial Wave Sacred Lands!"

The man shook his head lightly:

"Meng Hedong is dead, the fate of the Meng Family is running its course."

"According to the divinatory signs, the world is about to undergo great changes, with heroes rising and contesting from all sides."

"Blood will surge into the heavens, chaos sweeping across the earth."

"The Ziwei Chen Family may rise as the new common ruler of the Human Race."

"Us Primordial Ancient Race, already struggling to survive in the cracks, cannot participate in such a massive celestial disaster."

Upon hearing this.

Guu Yanran was first frozen, then her face turned pale instantly, trembling:

"Father, you...what are you saying? Brother Meng.....is dead?"

"Yes." The man nodded calmly.

In an instant!

Guu Yanran felt the world spinning, vomiting blood.

Her vision darkened, fainting completely.

"Someone, take the young lady to Black Abyss, and do not leave the Ancient Race without my order." The man took a deep breath and spoke in a heavy tone.