The instant the Fire Lotus and Blood Sea appeared, the entire Yao Clan Tomb was dyed an endless crimson.
Space collapsed at extreme speed. Light, Dou Qi, and even Soul Force became distorted at this moment, as though the heavens spun, the sun fell, and the stars sank.
Silence.
Utter silence.
All air and energy seemed to have been transformed into the purest "nothingness" beneath this strike. Even existence itself had been completely stripped away. Whether mighty experts radiating Saintly might or unawakened grass and trees, all were no more than sacrificial dogs.
"What kind of technique is this...?"
Yao Yang's body would not stop trembling, as though all the blood in his body had ceased flowing.
At this moment, this dignified Half-Saint had lost control to the point of near madness. His hair and beard stood on end as he let out an enraged howl and unleashed the divine ability Withered Wood Meets Spring without holding anything back.
Yet no matter how he urged his Dou Qi or tried to suppress it with his methods, that strange and unfathomable blood-red color did not slow in the slightest. It continued to spread slowly and steadily over his body.
The Saintly might that had once been invincible now seemed to have failed. Under that vast tide of water's torture and fire's punishment, it swiftly vanished into nothingness.
"This Saint refuses to accept this!!!"
Yao Yang let out a grief-stricken roar.
Yet compared to Yao Yang's inability to accept this, Yao Xian, the "Master Xian" who had long since burned his life away, was astonishingly calm.
Gazing at the merciless blood-red radiance that resembled the Heavenly Dao itself, the old man who had worried over the Yao Clan for thousands of years wore a cold expression, yet there was a trace of