Chapter 1212: Entering The Holy Sect, The Number One Genius (3)
Spirit enslavement contracts were no secret in the Nine Megaverses Spacetime. Many powerhouses had employed them throughout history.
Their advantage was that, unlike soul-control, the controller remained unaffected. The disadvantage was that the controlled person's spirit would be profoundly influenced, their future potential severely diminished.
For any cultivator aspiring to greatness, spirit was everything. Without an unfettered spirit, reaching the pinnacle became nearly impossible.
This blood contract essentially means becoming a slave to the Holy Emperor. Wu Yuan realized. No wonder Sageling Qi Duo suffered immediate backlash and perished.
Establishing such a contract was like planting a time bomb within oneself. Violating even the smallest aspect of the oath's contents meant certain death for any being below the eternal level. Even eternal powerhouses might barely survive with grievous injuries.
Unfortunately, this trick won't work on me. Wu Yuan's heart remained tranquil, but outwardly he furrowed his brow, displaying convincing hesitation and inner struggle.
"Don't worry!" Perennial Kou Bing noticed Wu Yuan's apparent reluctance and smiled reassuringly. "It's merely loyalty to the Holy Emperor. What kind of existence is the Holy Emperor? He stands high above all, invincible throughout the Nine Realms. Would he concern himself with a mere oath you make? It's merely a formality."
The Perennial's voice grew more persuasive. "Since ancient times, the Holy Emperor has rarely appeared, let alone invoked the blood contract. There's truly no need for concern."
Wu Yuan laughed bitterly in his heart.
Formality? Not used? No need to worry? If it were truly not used, why require disciples to establish such contracts at all? Didn't the Holy Emperor understand that establishing a blood contract would severely limit a cultivator's potential? Of course he did.
This requirement must serve some crucial purpose for the Holy Emperor. It wasn't that it wouldn't be used—merely that it wasn’t the right time yet.
After another moment of apparent hesitation, Wu Yuan nodded decisively. "Very well, I'll swear it." He closed his eyes and began to cultivate in silence.