"Even if I do nothing now, Bai Shan will also do nothing."

"Is there any possibility for something that is sealed to break the seal from the inside and escape?"

"No possibility." Mo Huitou shook his head decisively.

Pausing slightly, he looked at Yu Ziqing, the Dui Emperor without the bloodline of Emperor Dui, and added.

"Unless Dadui is completely annihilated, otherwise there is absolutely no possibility."

"Oh, that's good." Yu Ziqing glanced at the blood light shooting up into the sky in the distance, the black clouds forming a huge vortex in the sky, finally relaxed and started watching the show.

To be honest, he was indeed a bit worried, because he appeared here, yet didn't care or intervene, in the end he misjudged the key substance, resulting in that the seal entirely lost control.

It won't lose control, then enjoy the show.

Massive power fluctuations continually spreading out, Yu Ziqing could already see mighty figures engaging with the Saints.

After the blood ritual commenced, there was no indication of stopping.

A crimson pillar of light, bursting into the black clouds formed by ghost qi in the sky.

Numerous giant vengeful spirits, roaring and howling within the black clouds, far exceeding Ninth Tier Peak, their power akin to heavenly might, were connecting to the unknown.

Then awaiting power to descend from unknown places.

The so-called blood ritual, more resembles a transaction, offerings made to the Sacrificial God, sacrificing those things, the Sacrificial God will provide feedback, granting the Saints the power they desire.

This might be the cultivation path of the Saints.

Utterly different from normal cultivators, who persist in painstaking cultivation, accumulating bit by bit, leading to a transformation in quality through changes in quantity.

"They want to sacrifice eighty thousand giants at once, using the extinction of the giant race as the price, in exchange for the opportunity for three people to advance to the Tenth Tier."

Mo Huitou quietly explained to Yu Ziqing.

However, when the power of the blood ritual turned into blood light, surged into the black clouds, and entirely vanished.

A prolonged calm, a prolonged desolation.

The expected feedback didn't swiftly appear.

...

To the east of Jinlan Mountain, near the courtyard locust forest, inside a lush locust tree, Half Skull curled up into a ball, using the power of the locust tree to nourish a hungry ghost's body.

These locust trees personally planted by Yu Ziqing, permeated with hungry ghost aura, nourished by sweet rain, ultimately fertilized with black soil by Yu Ziqing, are no longer ordinary locust trees.

This is the most suitable haven for hungry ghosts.

Equivalent to each hungry ghost's home with the most comfortable bed.

Not only allowing them to become rested and stable but also nurturing their bodies, with numerous benefits.

This large locust forest enveloping Jinlan Mountain, the greatest distinction might just be the geographical location.

The majority of locust trees essentially have no differences.

Half Skull nestled within the locust tree, never feeling this much peace before.

No more suffering from endless, life-earning-for-death torment.

He vaguely felt as though someone was calling him, unfamiliar memories began surfacing in his mind.

His empty skull seemed to be brewing with something too.

Half Skull painfully curled into a ball, because of those emerging memories, and fragmented images.

Also pain...

Bound, trapped, unable to attain freedom again, those devout and fanatical gazes, only made him feel pain.

It was this devout devotion that brought the deepest, most unresolved torment.

He deeply loathed this devotion.

Inexplicably he remembered, previously like instinct, he also piously knelt before where the terrifying presence that granted him rebirth, that terrifying presence's gaze seemed particularly displeased with his devotion.

At this moment, he profoundly understood, with an empathetic understanding.

He doesn't need that devotion, he abhors that devotion.

Then he began to comprehend, his feeling at this moment, is hatred.

His most painful torment, all stems from those people's enthusiastic devotion in fragmented images.

The understanding at this moment, led his hungry ghost instinct to recognize a ban.

"The incense fire of a hungry ghost cannot be absorbed by any living beings, dead spirits (including hungry ghosts themselves), or any items, those who absorb or covet will have their Divine Soul and consciousness polluted, never-ever rebirth."

This solely pertains to the incense fire of a hungry ghost, ritual wish power, etc.

Strictly speaking, it's only that the incense fire of hungry ghosts can't be deployed, if non-hungry ghost entities perform rites to hungry ghosts, hungry ghosts can indeed exploit that power.

Half Skull at this moment had not the slightest hesitation, completely ignored the pain-inducing summons.

He now escaped the most painful torment, never wanting to return again.

Not even wanting to touch those things again, viewing it as the cruelest torment.

Though instinctively sensing, as long as he reembarks on this path, his half-empty skull wouldn't be vacant, the missing half would recover.

He still doesn't want to, doesn't be inclined, regardless of hunger pangs or binding in fragmented images, endless constraints, he doesn't want to return.

At this moment only feeling pain, curled into a ball, hiding inside the locust tree, seemingly the only refuge here.

Knock knock, someone tapped on the locust tree.

The jumbled thoughts of Half Skull were tugged back, he felt outside there was a very strong hungry ghost.

He dared not linger, tremblingly emerged from the locust tree.

Big Ghost kept staring at Half Skull, at this moment seeing Half Skull's appearance, swallowed back the words reached his mouth.

Curled up, eyes filled with pain, entire ghost shrinking timidly, seeking relief, yet without obtaining relief.