"There are techniques that do not seek truth…They seek only blood—And the curse of those who remember who they are."
The moment Lâm Mạc stepped out of the blood crypt, the heavens above the Ancient Blood Tomb dimmed.
It wasn't shadow that fell—but a fine mist of blood haze rising from the ground, as if the ashes of ten thousand incinerated souls had begun to breathe again.
Within that haze floated a figure —its entire body wrapped in a reversed human skin, stitched together with red thread.
It had no face.Only a mouth full of jagged teeth, embedded into its chest—from which echoed a voice that scraped at the spine:
"You… carry Hollow Blood?""Then return it—return the blood of the Nameless One to the Dao of Sacrifice.""That blood… was never meant for one such as you."
Lâm Mạc narrowed his eyes.
This being before him bore no Cultivator's aura, nor any trace of the Divine Temple's formal orders—and yet, it had activated a Blood Law Formation, a space-sealing array forged not with energy, but with the blood-qi of sinners.
"I am a Blood-Law Acolyte—bound to no Temple.""But I hold a singular right granted by the Divine Temple:Any blood not Recognized may be erased from existence."
"And you—carry illegitimate blood."
As soon as the last word fell, streaks of blood screeched from beneath the earth—hundreds of crimson threads, dry as sinew, surged forth to bind Lâm Mạc from all directions.
This formation did not sever spiritual power.It did not bind soul or body.
Instead—it imprisoned the identity within one's blood,forcing the target to forget who they were.
CRACK! A thread of blood pierced straight through Lâm Mạc's chest.
There was no bleeding.But immediately—the memory of the Nameless One, the "Second Forerunner," vanished from his mind without a trace.
"Blood not recorded in history… shall never be remembered."
Lâm Mạc trembled.
For the first time,his Dao Heart faltered.
Not because he was weak—but because his enemy wielded a law older than the heavens themselves:
The Ancient Law of Blood.
"If your blood is erased, you become a rootless being.""And when you no longer remember why you exist—""You will unravel on your own.""Death… without ever needing to be slain."
But then—from deep within his blood,the ash-grey sigil on Lâm Mạc's forehead flickered to life.
The Third Layer of Hollow Fate — Hollow Blood Reversal — initiated its counter-mnemonic protocol.
Though the memory had been erased,a sliver of his will still clung to the fading thread.
"I… I met someone.""They had no name… but they left behind their blood.""And blood—blood is the last memory no one can steal."
Lâm Mạc bit his fingertip, letting a single drop of ash-grey blood fall to the ground.
But instead of dissolving,it exploded into a seal:
[Blood Recall Imprint – Naming the Nameless One]
In that moment, the memory returned.
But it was no longer just memory—it came bearing a fragment of soul.
The Blood-Law Acolyte's expression twisted.
"You dare… redefine a blood-name?!""Do you not fear being rejected by all history!?"
Lâm Mạc raised his head.
"If the world has rejected all of us…Then I shall write a new history—""With my own blood."
BOOM—!!
The Hollow Blood within him surged, forming a cloak of ash behind his back—an inheritance of the Nameless Soul now etched into his being.
With every step he took,the enemy's blood threads shriveled and unraveled.
"Hollow Fate…""…cannot be erased.""Because it was born from what was never allowed to be written."
The Blood-Law Acolyte shrieked.
As a final act, he invoked the Blood-Seal Law Glyph, carving a death sigil upon an ancient script using his own blood.
But before it could take shape—
A grey palm struck—not his body,but his name.
"You—From this moment on…Have no name.""No reason to exist."
The Blood-Law Acolyte disintegrated—as though he had never existed at all.
His blood fell—not onto the ground,but was absorbed into the ash cloak trailing behind Lâm Mạc.
He stood still, breathing softly.
"Some things… cannot live unless acknowledged by others.""But I…I shall live—even if the entire world denies me."
"From now on, every drop of blood I shed… will become a story.""And each story… a history no one can erase."