The Truth of the Immortal Road

The man's complex gaze caused the frozen space-time to tremble slightly.

Throughout the entire Law Mighty Pass, the millions of Deity and Law Phantom projections that had been stationary and on standby due to the lack of combat began to shake, as if they were about to be activated by the threat emanating from that gaze.

He closed his eyes, and a luster as faint as moonlight emerged to construct Heaven-Deceiving Formation Patterns, temporarily suppressing the nascent traces of his life force.

"It's not time yet..."

Fragments of shattered spirit appeared one by one, memories rewinding to the depths of the Immortal Ascension Road, where ancient imprints carved into the Law Phantoms within its depths resurfaced.

In the hazy afterimages of time, he witnessed scenes that could overturn all understanding.

Throughout history, True Immortals, whose existence countless cultivators seeking eternal life doubted, stood side-by-side in the tens in those time afterimages, during ancient eras.

The Immortals bowed before the true main gate of the Law Mighty Pass to a powerful being.

However, even True Immortals, radiating an aura of eternal life, were like ants, shattered by droplets of water that fell from the waves of the Sea of Realms.

And even the beings revered by all Immortals as Immortal Kings, radiating an aura of invincibility, were battered by the world-forming waves, coughing up blood with every surge, barely managing to shatter the impact of a single wave.

But even after shattering the wave's impact, they, along with the Immortals and the beings numbering beyond trillions within the majestic Mighty Pass, were reduced to ashes by a dark beast claw that emerged from the waves of the Sea of Realms.

"Without the correct time and the correct place, if one wishes to cross that Sea of Realms and find the true Immortal Realm..."

The man shook his head. "Even for an Immortal King, the difficulty is likely no less than for an ordinary mortal to traverse a raging ocean with their bare hands."

He slightly opened his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the Block People in the Void, the scarlet rivers of blood that materialized out of thin air reflected in the depths of his pupils.

(Incomprehensible)

No matter how he observed it, the flow of blood that appeared out of nowhere was a true creation from nothingness.

He gazed at the fragments of the Taiyin Moon Blade remaining at his feet, as if seeing again the Dao Proving Artifact shattered by immense force during the bloody battles in the Sea of Realms.

He closed his eyes and shook his head, sighing, "Back then, I was ultimately arrogant, looking at the sky from the bottom of a well, leaving behind only this drop of tainted blood and residual consciousness."

"Fortunately, the Human Emperor Seal remained in my homeland to protect the Taiyin Sect; otherwise, the Human Emperor Seal would have also shattered."

A flicker of reminiscence flashed in his eyes. He looked up at the sky, as if seeing the scenery of his homeland. "I just don't know how the Taiyin Sect I left behind is doing."

He then looked at the Dao Patterns gradually condensing within the fragments of the Taiyin Moon Blade at his feet, and at the Deity of the Taiyin Moon Blade, which was reviving from nothingness just like himself. He smiled faintly.

With a raised hand, he grasped, and all the blood in the blood lake beneath his feet evaporated. The divine energy and Blood Essence that had not completely dissipated over tens of thousands of years were all gathered.

The vast blood lake lost its color, turning into lifeless waste blood. All its essence condensed into a blood flower emitting a faint moonlight, flying towards the sky.

Watching the Block Person collect it, and then allowing streams of blood emitting moonlight to surge out of thin air, his faint words echoed: "But it was also a blessing in disguise, allowing me to glimpse eternal life..."

Fang Zheng watched the white light-emitting blood surge up from below and collected it with an iron bucket. He then spent some time replacing all the previous blood blocks.

As the replacement began, the blood emitting moonlight instantly poured down like the waters of the Milky Way.

Amidst the boundless white moonlight, illusions of crescent moons, half-moons, and full moons swirled, breathtakingly beautiful.

"It looks quite spectacular," Fang Zheng murmured. "Like a glowing red lamppost."

However, this blood, containing energy and pressure far exceeding its previous state, did not continue to fall and wash over the broken fragments of the moon blade.

Instead, it seemed to gain a life force of its own, operating according to some mysterious trajectory, forming a blood-colored river that continuously condensed and compressed in mid-air.

The blood emitting a faint glow spontaneously condensed in the air, forming a blood moon that emitted a faint light.

As blood continued to pour in from above, the luster of the blood moon grew brighter.

"Creeeak... creeeak..." A strange grinding sound suddenly rang out. Fang Zheng looked around, somewhat confused. "What the heck is that noise?"

Listening closely, he realized the sound was coming from the blood moon. "Huh! Is it this moon?"

Fang Zheng approached the blood moon and magnified the details with his telescope. He saw that the blood moon was filled with countless tiny runes.

Most of these runes were repetitive, and now, many of them were constantly cracking.

Accompanied by strange cracking sounds, the incomplete blood-colored crescent moon, as if time had accelerated, repeatedly cycled through phases of waxing and waning.

From Fang Zheng's perspective, flying above and below, observing the blood moon, its phase changes appeared the same from any angle, not differing based on the viewing perspective.

It was as if it were not a material existing in reality, but a projection from a higher dimensional space.

Amidst the phase changes and cracking sounds, the repetitive runes contained within the blood were constantly modified and began to piece together, forming fragments of chains.

These chain fragments continued to combine, gradually forming a complete chain of laws in the center of the blood moon, which had transformed from a crescent to a full moon, disappearing and reappearing in a cycle within a drop of blood.

A wisp of imperial pressure emanated from it, but it was quickly enveloped by the surrounding Heaven-Deceiving Formation Patterns, preventing the powerful aura from stimulating the Law Mighty Pass.

This drop of blood, possessing a complete chain of laws, instantly merged with the other blood essence and law fragments within the blood-colored full moon, its volume slightly increasing.

The river of moonlight continuously pouring down from the sky was also swallowed by it like a whale.

As it continued to devour, this tiny drop of blood rapidly grew, its light becoming more intense, radiating a gentle and pure Taiyin Power.

Then, the blood sphere suspended in the air slowly floated in front of Fang Zheng.

Fang Zheng looked down through his telescope and saw a tall, valiant, handsome man with graying hair smiling faintly at him.

His heart surged with excitement, "Is he finally going to live? Is there finally a normal human to talk to?"

He looked again at the blood orb in front of him. "This should be some kind of Blood Essence, right? If I add more, will he be able to recover?"

With an excited heart, Fang Zheng collected the blood orb in an iron bucket and replaced the source of the blood flow above once more.

Shortly after managing to refine and convert a single drop of Blood Essence containing complete Supreme Dao Laws from a large amount of inactive dead blood, the man once again noticed the same blood pouring madly from the void.

Bathing in his own old blood, he smiled. "Creation from nothingness. I've watched for so long, and I still don't understand anything."

"However... thank you for your help. It's time for me to truly return!"

Endless Taiyin Power surged from the blood, and the complete Supreme Dao Laws chains, without any obstruction, merged into the remnant that had shed its deathly aura and resentment, its black energy completely dissipated, leaving only a faint glimmer of life.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" A faint fluctuation, like a heartbeat, quietly emerged from the deepest part of the resentment condensed from past regrets and unwillingness.

It was a wisp of a vibrant Primordial Spirit and living blood, incredibly weak yet no different from its peak state!

As this drop of blood and wisp of Primordial Spirit coalesced, the Mighty Pass of Laws suddenly began to riot.