mesbooks Chapter 308 Better to Die for Your Fellow Daoist Than for Yourself
Chapter 308 Better to Die for Your Fellow Daoist Than for Yourself
"We only dare to make moves inside the world barrier, and we would never dare to step into the void battlefield again."
"Now, you want us to go back there and launch a counterattack against the demons..."
Star Ancestor looked at Duanmu Hong, his tone carrying a hint of pleading.
"Duanmu, this isn't going to fight the enemy, it's clearly going to your death!"
"If the demons can use a blood curse once, who can guarantee they won't do it a second or third time?"
"While we are not afraid to sacrifice ourselves, we do not wish to die in such an inexplicable way!"
As the Star Ancestor finished speaking, the other ancestors echoed his words.
"Yes! That blood curse is too bizarre and impossible to defend against!"
"If we die, who will protect this Heavenly Profound Realm?"
"This matter requires careful consideration; it needs to be considered thoroughly!"
For a time, the entire valley was filled with excuses and excuses.
They talk about "protecting the Heavenly Mystic Realm," but frankly, it's just a matter of being afraid of death.
Although they didn't know if the demons still possessed such a powerful weapon, these old monsters, who had "survival" ingrained in their bones, were unwilling to gamble even if there was only a one in ten thousand chance.
After all, you only have one life, and once it's gone, it's truly gone.
Looking at those old faces filled with cowardice, Duanmu Hong remained outwardly calm, but inwardly he had already anticipated it.
Of course he knows that history.
In fact, he knew more about that period of history than these old folks who had just woken up.
The so-called "Abyss Blood Curse" does exist, but the cost is extremely high, and the demons would not use it casually.
But this doesn't stop him from using this fear to achieve his real purpose.
"Since all the patriarchs have their concerns, then this matter will be difficult to handle."
Duanmu Hong frowned, pretending to be extremely troubled.
"The situation in the Void Battlefield is urgent. Without sufficient combat power to suppress it, the collapse of the formation is only a matter of time."
"If none of you go, are you expecting those eighth-level cultivators to sacrifice their lives? That would be like a drop in the ocean."
Just as the stalemate was at its peak, a ninth-level ancestor who had been standing in the corner, shrouded in a thin layer of black mist and exuding an extremely cold aura, suddenly took a step forward.
His name is Ancestor Youquan. He is a great power who has attained enlightenment through the Dao of the Soul. His soul Dao supernatural powers are unfathomable, and his personality is sinister and vicious.
"Hehehe..."
The Old Ancestor of the Nether Spring let out a chilling, sinister laugh.
"Fellow Daoists, please hear what I have to say."
"Regarding the danger of this void battlefield, I have a solution that can solve the immediate crisis without requiring you fellow Daoists to personally take risks."
"Oh?"
These words immediately attracted the attention of everyone present.
Can the problem be solved without having to die?
Is there such a good thing?
"Old Ghost Youquan, stop keeping me in suspense!"
"Tell me quickly! What method is it?"
The red-haired old man said urgently.
"You don't mean you want us to use our avatars, do you?"
Some people asked suspiciously.
"If that's the case, then you'd better shut up!"
"Don't forget how the Great Sage of Fiery Flames died back then. That blood curse was extremely strange. It could directly kill the original body by following the causal line. Even an external avatar was not safe."
"No, no."
Old Ancestor Youquan shook his head, a sinister light flashing in his pale eyes.
"I know perfectly well that creating an avatar outside myself is not feasible."
"My solution is that we can utilize those old fogies in the Soul Nourishing Hall!"
"What?!"
Everyone was taken aback upon hearing this.
Hall of Nourishing Souls?
Isn't that place where the remnant souls of many ninth-tier powerful beings are stored?
"What does Fellow Daoist Youquan mean...?"
Ancestor Xingchen seemed to be deep in thought.
"Hehehe..."
Old Ancestor Youquan chuckled sinisterly.
"Those old ghosts have been sleeping in the Soul Nourishing Hall for millions of years, enjoying the nourishment of the ninth-tier treasure. It's time for them to come out and stretch their limbs."
"We can open the Soul Nourishing Hall, select suitable bodies for them, and allow them to possess other bodies and be reborn!"
"Once they have physical bodies, although their cultivation level will temporarily drop, with their ninth-tier combat awareness and understanding of the laws, they will be absolutely invincible at the eighth tier in this void battlefield where no ninth-tier Demon Emperor has descended!"
"Wouldn't it be the best choice to send them to guard the void battlefield and launch a counterattack against the demons?"
"and……"
At this point, Ancestor Youquan paused, his tone becoming even more meaningful.
"Even if they are cursed by the demon race's abyssal blood curse and die..."
"They were the ones who died, what does it have to do with us?"
"Anyway, they've already died once, so dying again is just another way of fulfilling their duty to their race."
These words were spoken.
The eyes of all the patriarchs present instantly flashed with a sharp light.
Wonderful!
That's brilliant!
This is a classic case of sacrificing a fellow Daoist to save oneself.
Sending those remnant souls to take the brunt of the lightning strikes was a perfect plan; it allowed them to contribute their remaining energy while also protecting themselves.
"But……"
A thoughtful old ancestor raised a question.
"If those remnant souls were to possess another body and be reborn, they would be incredibly powerful, and most of them would be unruly and untamed."
"What if they disobey orders and even turn against us?"
"After all, nobody wants to be used as a pawn."
"Don't worry, I was prepared for this."
Ancestor Youquan smiled confidently.
With a flick of his wrist, a stack of eerie talismans emitting a faint green light appeared out of thin air in his palm.
As soon as the talisman appeared, the surrounding temperature seemed to drop several degrees, and a stinging aura spread out.
"This is the [Soul-Devouring Slave Seal], which I painstakingly developed!"
"Each soul imprint contains the power of my divine soul laws."
"As long as we seize the moment when those remnant souls are at their weakest during their possession and rebirth, we can plant this imprint in their sea of consciousness..."
Old Ancestor Youquan clenched his fist suddenly, and the green light in his hand abruptly contracted, as if he had crushed something.
"Their lives and deaths are entirely in my hands!"
"If you tell them to go east, they'll never dare go west!"
"Let them expose themselves, and they'll have to obediently do it!"
"With this, even a hundred former ninth-tier powerhouses would be nothing more than a hundred obedient, vicious dogs in our hands!"
……
Looking at the chilling soul imprint in the hands of the Old Ancestor Youquan.
The elders present did not feel it was cruel; instead, they all showed approving, even gratified, smiles.
"good!"
"Fellow Daoist Youquan truly lives up to his reputation as a grandmaster of the Divine Soul Dao! This plan is brilliant!"
"In this way, the crisis in the Void Battlefield can be resolved!"
"Furthermore, we can take this opportunity to weaken the Soul Nourishing Hall's power, preventing those old guys from reviving and seizing our resources!"
"A win-win situation! A win-win situation indeed!"
Everyone nodded in agreement, and the proposal was passed unanimously.
In their view, this is the optimal solution at present.
Is this fair to the "containers" that are about to be possessed? Is it cruel to the remnant souls of those comrades in the Hall of Nourishing Souls?
Excuse me, but when it comes to one's own life, how much does conscience cost per pound?