As Di Shitian obtained the token of the Blood Demon Dark Emperor, he hurried back to the headquarters of the Blood God Sect. As he clutched the blood-red token and passed through the nine layers of restrictions, his fingertips trembled slightly. For the first time in over a thousand years, he felt the sensation of his heart beating violently in his chest. Sensing the aura of the token, the ancient bronze coffin in the center of the secret hall caused its seven demon-sealing chains to move without wind, emitting a crisp, clashing sound.
"Young Master... finally..." He stroked the intricate demonic patterns on the coffin lid, a morbid gleam shining in his single eye. The moment the token drew close to the sarcophagus, those dull blood patterns suddenly lit up with an eerie red light, illuminating the entire secret hall as if it were soaked in a sea of blood.
Several demon souls knelt outside the hall, watching in terror as the usually cold and terrifying mighty figure now danced about like a child who had received a beloved toy. At this moment, Di Shitian had dropped all his defenses; his pale fingertips brushed the edge of the coffin lid as he hummed an ancient soul-summoning tune. With every line he sang, new blood-red runes flowed from the token into the coffin.
Chapter 260