Behind Chu Jiang, a ten-thousand-zhang dharma body emerged, suffused with the power of Heavenly Black Blood. Its golden body was stained black, falling into hell.
It was as though a god of light had fallen into darkness.
Boundless dark power radiated from the ten-thousand-zhang dharma body. Chu Jiang's entire body was dyed black, like an emperor of darkness.
His vision blurred.
Chu Jiang vaguely saw the source of that Heavenly Black Blood: an incomparably terrifying demonic shadow standing at the end of the heavens, seated upon the cycle of epochs, ruling over all living beings.
It seemed to be the source of darkness, the beginning and end of epochs, the source of everything.
The singularity of the great calamity.
"Could he be..."
Chu Jiang's mind shook violently. Could this fellow be the chief sacrificer? Or was the source of this black blood something even greater?
That was far too terrifying. A single drop of blood possessed such might—it was simply unimaginable.
At the very least, this demonic shadow was at the Great Emperor level, perhaps even higher.
The Heavenly Emperor, the chief sacrificer, and this demonic shadow were all unimaginable beings. What connection did they share?
After merging with the Heavenly Black Blood, boundless darkness surged in.
Even with the Immaculate Pure Yang Body, which no evil could invade, Chu Jiang found himself struggling against this corrosive power.
This was no longer a power that an ordinary constitution could contend with.
Yet he could still barely remain conscious.
Divinity and demonic nature combined.
They fused.
His power soared once more, rising step by step.
Golden sacred blood and dark true blood achieved a wondrous balance within Chu Jiang's body, forcibly fused together by him.
A vast force of darkness swept across Kunlun like the collapse of the heavens.
This power