God-Tier Fishing System-Chapter 668

"Father will not only cure you, but also kill this Ethan to avenge you and everyone in Palace of the Four Cycles!"

Valerius pressed his palm against Ember’s heart.

One precious healing elixir after another was fed into her mouth.

At the same time, he continuously transmitted strength into her frail body.

Yet no matter how he struggled, Ember’s vitality continued to drain at a visible speed.

Within her shattered body, the residual power of the stars still lingered.

That power clung to her organs, muscles, bones, and meridians like tarsal maggots, gnawing away at the last fragments of her life.

The elixirs were useless.

Valerius did not dare mobilize his divine power to expel the star force.

Ember’s body was already broken beyond repair. Any violent surge of energy would only hasten her death.

In other words, she was doomed.

In truth, she was already a corpse.

Only Valerius’s desperate support and a few rare elixirs allowed her to cling to a final breath.

"Father..."

Ember forced her lips apart. A fresh mouthful of blood spilled from her mouth.

Her face was pale, dotted with spreading purple patches.

Yet even on the verge of death, there remained a tragic beauty.

She knew she was about to die.

At the end of her life, she raised her trembling hands as though trying to grasp something.

The revolving door of memories opened.

Scenes flickered before her eyes.

As a child, her parents held her hands beneath the setting sun.

In youth, she crushed every genius within her clan and became its brightest star.

After reaching adulthood, she left her clan to cultivate in the Demon Territory, defeating countless talents and rising as one of the most dazzling prodigies.

In her entire life, she had lost to only two people.

The first was Alina of White Emperor City.

The second was Ethan.

"Ember!"

"Ember!"

Valerius’s urgent voice pulled her briefly from the fading memories.

She looked at her father’s anxious face. With immense effort, she forced out broken words.

"I... cannot survive."

"Forgive my willfulness. Back then... when... when... cough cough cough!"

"When I was in the Training Trial Secret Realm, I should not have provoked Ethan..."

"Otherwise... our Palace of the Four Cycles would not have ended like this... cough cough cough."

Thick blood poured from her mouth, mixed with fragments of organs.

"Ember, stop speaking. Hold on. Let me kill Ethan for you..."

Ember grabbed her father’s arm.

Clenching her teeth, she used the last of her strength and suddenly shouted, "The Art of Living Sacrifice!"

Seris and the others, hovering on the edge of death, heard her voice.

Their eyes changed instantly. A final glimmer of clarity flashed within them.

"The Art of Living Sacrifice!"

The four of them exerted their final strength and spoke in unison.

This was the last power they possessed.

Boom.

Dark clouds gathered overhead.

Thunder rolled.

A sea of blood-colored lightning spread across the sky, condensing into a massive crimson vortex.

Five scarlet beams of light descended from above, enveloping Ember and the others.

"Do not!"

Valerius watched helplessly as the bloody beam swallowed his daughter.

The five beams rotated, surrounding Valerius at the center.

A colossal bloody pentagram formation appeared beneath his feet.

Within the beams, Ember and the others began to collapse.

Their bodies disintegrated into balls of crimson light that flowed as nourishment into the formation beneath Valerius.

"Dad... Mom is here to take me..." Ember murmured faintly.

"Ember!"

Valerius’s roar tore through the air.

Ember looked at him and revealed a sorrowful smile.

Her eyes closed.

Her life ended.

She completely transformed into nourishment and vanished before Valerius.

The pentagram formation spun violently, then shrank and merged into Valerius’s body.

Boom.

A terrifying aura erupted from him.

Heaven and earth shifted color. Bloody lightning danced wildly in the sky like venomous serpents.

"The ultimate forbidden technique. Living Sacrifice."

Ethan’s expression turned solemn.

Five Supremes sacrificed alive, each no weaker than an Upper Supreme.

The enhancement this granted Valerius was monstrous.

He was now infinitely close to an Emperor-level powerhouse.

"Ethan, I want you to die!"

Valerius completed the ritual.

His entire body was bathed in blood. His hair danced wildly. His face twisted with ferocity. His eyes burned with hatred, as if he would devour Ethan alive.

"Mad. Valerius has gone mad."

"Five Demon Lord level powerhouses sacrificed alive. Even if the four clans share the burden, the cause and effect is unbearable."

"This move wagers everything of the four clans, even their future."

Gale and Cedric were both stunned.

The Art of Living Sacrifice was the most forbidden of forbidden techniques.

A living being must be sacrificed to gain temporary, terrifying power.

But the price was catastrophic.

Once used, clansmen, descendants, and future generations would bear the karmic backlash for dozens of generations.

Regardless of today’s outcome, the Palace of the Four Cycles was finished.

The accumulated cause and effect meant the four clans would lose their fortune for nearly a thousand years.

Ethan looked at Valerius, now like a blood-soaked demon.

The golden flame wings behind him had turned completely crimson.

The enormous blood wings flapped, releasing violent fluctuations.

The air reeked of blood.

"What can you achieve even with the Art of Living Sacrifice?"

"Chaos Clock."

Ethan sneered.

He extended his palm. A black-gold ancient clock floated forth.

The simple golden surface was engraved with Original Dao texts.

Divine power poured into it. Golden light flowed along the Dao texts.

An ancient aura emerged, vast and distant, as though spanning endless years. It descended from the heavens with power as boundless as the stars.

Everyone trembled beneath that mysterious and terrifying aura.

All eyes lifted.

The Chaos Clock expanded steadily. With each enlargement, a deep resonance sounded.

The sound was penetrating. It echoed directly within everyone’s ears.

Dong. Dong. Dong.

The rhythmic tick reverberated through the heavens, lingering without end.

Puff.

Someone spat blood and collapsed unconscious.

Another’s eyes began to bleed. It felt as though a giant hammer had smashed into his mind. His vision darkened and his body fell stiffly to the ground.

Not everyone was qualified to endure the sound of the Chaos Clock.

Each tick sent a circle of red-gold ripples spreading across the sky.