White String(Up In Book Next)
Chapter 26

"Mr Swordsman, thank you very much!" the prisoners were deeply moved and grateful for being able to break free from the Blood urn sect.

"It's nothing," White String smiled behind his mask. He was secretly relieved that one dark history had been stopped.

In the next few years, the Blood Jars would control a fifth of the territory of the Shu Empire and control several million undead troops.

They were one of the sects that destroyed the three-flow alliance for having killed many other sect disciples to create an army of undead.

The reason the Blood Jars held the remaining people back was also not simple. They intend to keep hatred so that when prisoners die, the soul can be used as a powerful evil spirit.

White String had eliminated the army of Blood Jars undead, now releasing the prisoners who would be made into evil spirits. The power of the Blood Jars was no longer a threat in the future.

The other two Elders were in charge of escorting the hostages to the surface of the ground, while the White String headed to where the members of his entourage were. He was a little worried as he felt a trace of an extremely powerful aura.

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White String focused his aura towards Wu Ao. There was no longer a jade mask hiding his face. He did not care about the few female Elders who were misfocused when glancing at his face.

Wu Ao looked down at White String because he looked so young. But upon seeing the God Wings from the White String, Wu Ao felt a little fear.

Without heeding the White String, Wu Ao attacked the members of the white stream elder group. Its tread was filled with killing aura, but a wall of white rope managed to block it. Wu Ao was astonished by this.

After giving instructions to the members of his group, White String brought Wu Ao into the Star Room.

With her white rope, she made Wu Ao stand on an altar. The altar had many inscription patterns and formations that were extremely complicated.

As Wu Ao stood on the altar, the inscription pattern started to activate and shackled Wu Ao with metal chains. The chains pierced through Wu Ao's body, blocking his meridians.

Wu Ao tried to flap his wings to run, but a formation threatened to knock him to ashes once he came out of the altar.

"Aghh!!Fuck you!Do you know who I am?! How dare you keep me here!!" Wu Ao started to go crazy because the strength he had been proud of meant nothing.

"Who am I? You better ask who you are," White String shook his head. With a flick of his finger he restarted Wu Ao's memories hidden by the Blood Jars.

Although Wu Ao was the Patriarch of the Blood Jars, he had another identity behind it.

Several tens of years ago, the Blood Jars were vociferously hunting down disciples from small sects to serve as undead and evil spirits.

At one point, the Blood Jars attacked a small sect in the territory of the Ding Empire. From the sect, the old Patriarch met a child who would later become the next Blood urn Patriarch, Wu Ao.

The old patriarch found Wu Ao's talent to be astounding in the cultivation world. Therefore the old Patriarch raised him to be a child.

The old patriarch was worried that the relatives of Wu Ao would give him a bad influence to fight back against the Blood Jars. Then all of Wu Ao's memories were turned off and all of his original sect members were killed.