562: One hundred and twenty years later

Because from the current point of view, Chen De no longer needed any new Legends to be born.

As for Ancestor Lu, Ancestor Lu was originally created by him, so it was definitely impossible for him to become a candidate for Ancestor Wuguang.

So, making him a gatekeeper of the Legend Realm was just right.

If anyone wanted to become a Legend, the first step was to see if they could get past Ancestor Lu.

Even if they could, the key figures had already been killed by him halfway through, so they still wouldn't be able to become Legends.

In this way, another one hundred and twenty years passed intermittently.

During this process, the Baisheng Cult gradually grew and expanded, changing from the world's number one power back then to the world's only power today.

He even found another key figure and killed them on the spot.

Under such a powerful and complete rule, nothing could hide from Ancestor Lu.

For example, those Descenders—anyone who showed even the slightest hint of a clue.

They would be directly investigated, and then a special organization personally trained by Ancestor Lu would be sent to eradicate them.

The members there were all Kings, and they were even led by those at the Legendary Level, making the execution of missions practically foolproof.

However, some Descenders who had arrived very early had been hiding in the shadows to cultivate.

When encountering such individuals, perhaps even the special organization could not deal with them.

At such times, it naturally required Ancestor Lu to take action personally.

The number one combat power below the Legend Realm—this reputation was not just empty talk.

Coupled with Ancestor Lu's land reclamation policy, those Descenders hiding in the deep mountains and old forests were also dragged out by him.

These past one hundred and twenty years could be said to be the most miserable years for the Descenders; they were almost insta-killed as soon as they showed their faces.

At the same time, Ancestor Lu also cast twelve golden statues of the Holy Mother in the Pilgrimage Capital.

Each golden statue represented a different posture of the Supreme Holy Mother.

But they all shared one thing in common: they were all praising the virtues of the Supreme Holy Mother.

In addition, he had already found all three bronze statues that Chen De had ordered him to find before leaving.

Although he knew he couldn't destroy them, Ancestor Lu tried it himself and found that it was indeed the case.

The three bronze statues were not only incredibly hard in terms of their material.

At the same time, they themselves represented the essence of the laws of this world.

Wanting to do anything to the bronze statues meant contending with the power of the entire world.

If Ancestor Lu guessed correctly, this should be the protection mechanism after a Legend has been bronzed.

He subsequently conducted much more research on the bronze statues, but the result remained that he was helpless.

In the end, out of desperation, he could only suppress the three bronze statues separately within the three largest Cesspools of the Imperial Capital.

He borrowed the supreme divine might within them to suppress this monstrous baleful aura.

After all, even though Chen De had already broken through to the Demon Venerable Realm.

He still didn't dare to touch the things inside the Cesspools.

Calculating from the time the Descenders first arrived, it was still two months short of a full three hundred and sixty years.

But within this month, he hadn't even caught a single Descender from the next batch.

One must know that each batch of Descenders usually arrived about three months before the key figures of the previous batch broke through.

For example, in the previous batch, even though Lin Feng was killed by him in advance, it similarly failed to affect their arrival.

Therefore, Ancestor Lu guessed that no new Descenders had arrived yet.

This meant that no more Descenders would arrive; the batch after Lin Feng's death was the last batch.

In other words, the results of this selection were finally about to come out.

Perhaps Ancestor Wuguang originally intended to select six people to participate in the next round.

But now, under Chen De's influence, only four people could participate in the end.

After understanding the key points, Ancestor Lu began to plan how to deal with what was coming next.

For example... the revival of the four Legends.

If that were truly to happen, how could he secure the greatest benefits for his main body?

One day later.

Ancestor Lu sat upright on the dragon throne in the palace's main hall, with the various heads of departments below him.

Originally, they were the bosses of major forces, but during these one hundred and twenty years, they had been completely incorporated by the Baisheng Cult.

For instance, the Divine Sword Sect had now been renamed the Divine Sword Hall.

On this day, after finishing the morning court session, Ancestor Lu did not dismiss them as usual.

Instead, he stood up and announced a bombshell to the crowd.

"In this one month's time, I want you all to Refine the World with Blood."

Ancestor Lu had not been idle for the past one hundred and twenty years, besides regularly calling for blood donations.

Building on the foundation Chen De had left behind, he had also improved and perfected the various pipeline installations in the Pilgrimage Capital.

In addition, he expanded outward and connected pipelines in other parts of this world.

Although this project was massive and slow, after so many years and so much material resources poured in, it was finally enough.

Ancestor Lu planned to open the furnace to refine beads within these final two months, preparing in advance for Chen De's great battle.

Regarding Ancestor Lu's proposal, everyone on the field naturally agreed with both hands and feet.

Thus, the massive blood refining operation was launched once again after a gap of one hundred and twenty years.

This time, the scope was larger than Chen De's time, involving more people, and the preparation time had been longer.

But with the accumulation of so many years of management, Ancestor Lu's control over the world was undoubtedly stronger.

Thus, in just ten short days, more blood was gathered than Chen De's previous total.

The cauldrons and formations below were already operating at maximum power, with blood tumbling, boiling, and concentrating.

By using a special refining method, they could ensure that the most essential parts of the blood were not lost.

A blood sphere floated at the very top of the blood pool, with countless blood vapors extending from the depths of the pool.

With every bit it drifted upward, the blood vapor became a fraction thinner and the color a fraction deeper, connecting to the blood sphere like threads.

One could clearly feel that under the effect of the blood threads, the aura of the blood sphere was constantly growing every minute and every second.

Beside the blood sphere, over a million miniature formations were also arranged.

From the other side of these miniature formations, a certain white vapor was slightly seeping out.

The color of the blood sphere itself became increasingly crimson, but its size did not change in the slightest.

That's right, the role of the miniature formations was to further concentrate it after it had been concentrated to the extreme.

The blood of the people of the world would certainly be enough if they hurried during the remaining time.

Refining it into the blood sphere, the timing should be about right.

As for whether the volume could be reduced as much as possible, the final effect could only be seen... two months later.

That is, exactly one hundred and twenty years after the Emperor broke through to become a Legend.

The sky above the Pilgrimage Capital suddenly changed drastically, as four vortices actually gathered separately.

Inside them, wind, rain, thunder, and lightning were all present, accompanied by rolling thunder, making the entire land alternate between light and dark.

Ancestor Lu looked at the scene happening in the sky, knowing that the scope of this phenomenon was not just the Pilgrimage Capital, but the entire world.

Holding the shot-put-sized blood sphere in his hand, its color was red to the point of being almost black.

At this moment, in the entire world, he might be the only living thing left.