I can feel an unprecedented connection between myself and this Blood Sea; the power of my origin surges and roars within me, yearning to be released!
A resolute expression replaced all hesitation and struggle, frozen on Minghe's face, which was illuminated by the blood-red light, making him appear like a ghost.
Suddenly, he pulled the Yuantu and Abi had been caressing from his sleeve and held it horizontally in front of his cold neck!
The cold blade pressed against his skin, and the chilling, murderous aura instantly made his hair stand on end.
His face was clearly reflected on the smooth, mirror-like dark red sword.
The purple mark between his brows was dazzling, and a near-mad flame burned deep within his blood-red eyes. In that flame was fear of the Tribulation, but even more so, it was a resolute determination to burn one's boats and an unwavering gratitude to Qing Huan!
A subtle tremor came from the sword, not a tremor of fear, but an excited hum, as if a ferocious beast that had been sleeping for millennia had finally smelled the scent of a bloody battle.
"Oh..."
A long, bloody sigh escaped from Minghe's throat and dissipated into the boiling storm of the Blood Sea.
"To think you can remain unscathed during this Primordial Wilderness Tribulation... is truly wishful thinking."
Minghe's voice was deep, yet it contained a resolute determination to cut off all escape routes.
"Enough! Enough! Enough!"
"My Eldest Brother Qing Huan dared to personally step into this raging inferno and face the crushing power of the Heavenly Dao... I, Minghe, born from the Blood Sea and wielding the Dao of Slaughter, what fear do I have of death? It is nothing more than my body dying and my Dao fading, my Blood Sea drying up! I will surely repay this kindness and this debt of gratitude!"
Once the words were spoken, there was no further hesitation!
Buzz--!
The twin swords of Yuantu held across his neck emitted a resounding clang that shattered metal and split stone. The overwhelming killing aura, like a tangible blood-red smoke, roared into the sky, instantly tearing apart the ancient, malevolent clouds that had shrouded the Netherworld Sea of Blood!
A crimson sword aura, condensed to its extreme and seemingly compressed from the essence of billions of dead souls, burst forth from the sword tip, tearing through space and ignoring the distance of time and space. It shot fiercely toward the most chaotic and dangerous core of the Heavenly Court battlefield, like a vengeful blood arrow traversing the sea of Sea of Stars!
The figure of the Ancestor Minghe had already merged into the crimson sword energy that tore through the heavens and earth, carrying with it the ferocious and malevolent Malevolent Qi and will that had accumulated in the Netherworld Sea of Blood for hundreds of millions of years. He transformed himself into a sword, broke through the boundless spatial barrier, and headed straight for the Heavenly Court battlefield that would determine the fate of the Primordial Wilderness!
A surging, boiling Blood Sea roared and billowed behind him, like an endless crimson banner bidding him farewell.
The newly blossoming red spider lily withered instantly under the impact of the violent energy, turning into a point of scarlet light that followed the resolute figure and disappeared into the dark void rift cleaved by the sword energy.
Deep within the Pangu Temple, Di Jiang ran his fingertips over the dark red, winding scar on his chest, which looked as if it were alive, and found it to be burning hot to the touch.
The ferocious face of Qinghuan seemed to be floating in front of his eyes again. The cold light of the innate treasure that tore through the void has not dissipated for many years. Now there is an unknown formation like a hanging sword...
"Ten Kalpa..."
The deep voice echoed dully in the empty temple.
"The demon race has opened its massive jaws, and its venomous fangs are beginning to emerge."
"That's not all!"
Qiang Liang slammed his fist into the towering black stone pillar beside him.
"My little sister is just too kind! Now that Qing Huan has become a major threat to our clan!"
The roar, carrying with it a violent aura of thunder, shook the thirty-six pillars supporting the sky within the hall, causing them to vibrate.
Zhu Jiuyin's cold, vertical pupils shrank to two thin lines, and the surrounding space shattered silently, like a broken glass mirror.
Xuan Ming was enveloped in a chilling aura, and sharp frost incantations condensed into twelve twisted ghostly shadows that swayed wildly on the mottled stone wall.
The vegetation around Gou Mang grew wildly, then withered and turned to ashes in an instant; whirlpools appeared out of nowhere in the deep pool beneath Gonggong's feet, their turbid waves churning...
Fear, doubt, and anger, driven by their respective raging laws, rampaged through the temple, nearly tearing this sacred place dedicated to Pangu apart.
"Snort!"
A clear, cold snort suddenly pierced through the noise, like a jade chime shattering the chaos.
Houtu's face was icy cold, and she slammed the Hongmeng Measuring Heaven Ruler into the ground!
The ancient chaotic runes on the ruler suddenly lit up, and an invisible yet powerful pressure erupted like a volcano that had been dormant for thousands of years.
A hazy, Chaos Qi surged outwards from the ruler's center, instantly suppressing and devouring the storm of laws stirred up by the Ancestral Witch!
The remaining rubble and dust inside the hall were pressed firmly to the ground by an invisible force, and the air became as stagnant as lead.
The Ancestral Witch all gasped, their radiant light dimming as their gazes involuntarily focused on the supreme treasure whose blade flowed with the primordial aura of the beginning of Heaven-Opening.
"Have you had enough?"
Houtu's voice, mixed with the deep hum of the Heaven Measuring Ruler, struck the hearts of the Ancestral Witch with each word.
"The agreement of ten Kalpa was jointly agreed upon by us thirteen Ancestral Witch!"
"Now, before even seeing the demon race's blade, our own bones have already softened a bit?"
Her sharp gaze swept across Qiang Liang's ashen face and brushed over Di Jiang's tightly furrowed brows.
"To cower and retreat, to be as fearful as a stray dog—is this the pride of the Pangu Bloodline?"
She took a step forward, and the air beneath her feet cracked open with a fine spiderweb, leading directly to the center of the temple.
With a flick of his left hand, a thick, Xuan Huang book silently appeared—the very same Top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasures, the Earth Book, which he had forcibly seized from Zhenyuanzi!
"Buzz..." The pages of the book turned on their own without any wind, and the vast scene of the Primordial Earth was suddenly projected onto the dome of the temple.
The majestic Mount Buzhou stands tall, supporting the heavens and the earth; the vast Blood Sea surges with turbid waves; the boundless earth bears all things...
An immense, all-encompassing aura emanated from it, creating a strange balance with the Heaven Measuring Ruler.
Xuan Ming's icy, bone-chilling incantation wind froze in mid-air under this double pressure.
"I wield the Hongmeng Measuring Heaven Ruler, the foremost warrior in the Primordial Wilderness! Holding the Earth Book, I rule the Primordial Earth!"
Houtu's voice suddenly rose, carrying a resolute determination to sever everything.
"Apart from that one in the Purple Cloud Palace, who in the entire Primordial Wilderness is worthy of our fear and trepidation?"
She turned around abruptly, Heaven Measuring Ruler in her hand hummed and grew rapidly, its tip pointing directly at the hideous scar on Di Jiang's chest!
"Laugh--"
Before the ruler even touched him, the unparalleled sharpness of the first killing weapon of the Primordial Wilderness locked onto him from afar, and the dark red scar on Di Jiang's chest, which had been dormant for ten Kalpa, suddenly became as bright as a branding iron. A drop of blood, as brilliant as molten gold, uncontrollably seeped from the depths of the scar and slowly slid down along the knotted muscles!
The drop of golden blood fell to the ground with a soft "sizzle," instantly corroding a bottomless hole in the temple floor, which was as hard as refined steel, and wisps of white smoke carrying an aura of Destruction rose up.
"Did you see that?"
Houtu's voice was as cold as ancient ice, while the sharpness of the Heaven Measuring Ruler was as intense as the midday sun.
"This scar is a disgrace! It is also a warning! It reminds the Witch Clan that the demon race's fangs are still there! But today..."
Her gaze swept over the other twelve faces—some shocked, some silent, and some burning with fighting spirit—as she spoke slowly and deliberately.
"Not trembling in fear! But honing our strongest spears under the watchful eye of the Father God, so that the Innate Supreme Treasure that once wounded our elder brother, along with Qing Huan's arrogant ambitions, will be reduced to dust!"