Changes in the Miro Realm

Amidst the vast, boundless mountains, nothing met the eye save for the whistling mountain wind and barren rock.

"Rumble~~~"

Suddenly, a deafening roar rolled in from the distant horizon where heaven and earth met.

This immense sound echoed through the heavens and earth. Along with this thunderous noise, a golden light, like a bolt of golden lightning, shot forth with incredible speed.

A thousand miles behind the golden lightning, a sea of blood surged and churned, sweeping forward. Its speed was astonishingly fast, not falling in the least behind the golden lightning ahead.

This vast expanse of red blood sea stretched for ten thousand miles.

Even before the blood sea drew near, a stench of blood had already swept in all directions. Within the crimson blood sea, tens of millions of skeletal remains flickered in and out of view, appearing extremely eerie.

At the center of the red blood sea, a colossal altar, about a thousand feet tall, stood prominently.

This towering altar was hidden within a layer of red light, making it appear incredibly mysterious.

"Hahaha, Xiahou Zongying, you took a direct hit from my Senior Brother's Ten Sorrows Palm and didn't perish immediately. To have escaped this far, you must be at your wit's end. I advise you to surrender obediently. On account of our past acquaintance, the Star Ancestor might just spare your life."

Abruptly, a world-shaking roar boomed from the colossal altar deep within the blood sea. The voice was long and resonant, transmitted not through any special technique but purely by profound magical power.

A thousand miles away, within the golden light that was rapidly fleeing, a middle-aged man with a pale complexion stood.

His face was utterly devoid of color, his eyes extremely grim, and his lower lip, bitten by his teeth, had begun to ooze blood. Yet, he seemed oblivious.

At this moment, he was forcefully suppressing the backlash within his body, desperately channeling the light to escape.

Hearing the persuasive words from behind, the middle-aged man showed no reaction.

This time, taking advantage of the Nine Nether Palace's Star Ancestor being away, the middle-aged man had risked an attack and stolen two rare treasures from the Nine Nether Palace. Unexpectedly, he was encountered by a Nine Nether Palace patrol envoy.

Unable to find a plausible explanation, he was forced into a battle with several cultivators of the same level. Although he relied on secret arts and managed to escape the heavily guarded Nine Nether Palace, he was still wounded by Senior Brother Yan of the Nine Nether Palace.

Now, he was being relentlessly pursued to this very spot.

If he were at his peak, the middle-aged man would not have paid any mind to the cultivator of the same level chasing him. However, he was now severely injured and found it difficult to be his opponent.

"Xiahou Zongying, as long as you hand over those two rare treasures, I guarantee I will plead with the Star Ancestor on your behalf, sparing your life and having you suppressed beneath Myriad Nether Mountain for ten thousand years. Otherwise, I need not elaborate on the consequences."

Seeing that the person ahead showed no intention of stopping, another persuasive voice emanated from the boundless blood sea.

As soon as these words were spoken, the golden lightning ahead suddenly converged. The middle-aged man in white abruptly stumbled forward rapidly in mid-air, taking several quick steps before stopping high in the sky.

His face was now extremely contorted, his teeth digging deeply into the flesh of his lower lip from the force of his clenching. Veins bulged on his neck.

A flush of color appeared on his pale face.

The middle-aged man in white appeared to be gravely injured, yet a hint of madness flickered in his eyes.

As the middle-aged man in white stopped, the boundless blood sea, with a rumbling roar, had already closed in to within a thousand miles.

The churning, crimson seawater seemed to hit an invisible wall, stopping abruptly and not advancing another inch.

"Hahaha, Xiahou Zongying, it seems your injuries are beyond suppression. Do you want me to act, or will you voluntarily hand over those two rare treasures? If I personally take action, you will have no chance of survival. You should think carefully about this."

As a deafening voice boomed, the colossal altar flashed in the center of the blood sea. The thousand-foot-tall altar suddenly vanished, disappearing into the boundless blood sea.

In just a moment, a red light flashed at the edge of the blood sea, and the colossal altar reappeared. A cultivator resembling a young man, with green light shimmering, appeared on the altar.

This young man wore a slight smile, his eyes keenly fixed on the middle-aged man in white a thousand miles away.

"Hmph, asking me to hand over the treasures? You must be dreaming. These two items originally belonged to my Lianmei, but they were brazenly seized by the Nine Nether Palace. In the end, even her life was not spared. Although I cannot avenge Lianmei for this blood feud, taking back the items she cherished most will be a fitting tribute to her."

The middle-aged man in white snorted coldly, his eyes icy as he spoke in a deep voice, his tone filled with extreme hatred for the Nine Nether Palace.

"Heh, even if you stole them, in your current state, do you really have the ability to protect them?"

Facing the middle-aged man before him, the young cultivator appeared extremely relaxed. While he admitted he wouldn't be his match normally, with the other party severely injured, he no longer harbored any fear.

"Hahaha, even if I cannot personally offer them at Lianmei's tomb, you Nine Nether Palace will still not possess these two rare treasures."

After speaking, the middle-aged man in white threw his head back and laughed heartily. Following his laughter, he opened his mouth and spat out a ball of essence blood, within which golden runes continuously flickered. Then, a circular object flew out from his chest, rapidly expanding to a hundred feet in size in the blink of an eye.

The essence blood touched the giant circular object, instantly emitting a dazzling golden light. This golden light grew with the wind, enveloping the hundred-foot-wide circular object.

"Ah, what are you doing? You... you... you intend to use this Primordial Profound Treasure to break open this Miro Realm? Even at your peak, you couldn't accomplish such a feat. Now, in your severely injured state, it's questionable whether you can even activate this Primordial Profound Treasure for a single strike."

Suddenly seeing the other party summon a Primordial Profound Treasure, the young cultivator on the altar couldn't help but be greatly alarmed, his thoughts racing.

"Hmph, whether it can be broken or not, only trying will tell."

The middle-aged man in white did not pause. As the essence blood merged with the Primordial Profound Treasure, the man's heavenly spirit gate opened, and a small golden figure, about a foot tall, appeared out of thin air with a flash of golden light.

This golden figure was completely unclothed, but its face was identical to the middle-aged man in white, as if it were a scaled-down version of him.

As the golden figure emerged, the middle-aged man in white's entire body rapidly shriveled, transforming in an instant into a mass of essence blood suspended before the golden figure.

The golden figure's face was contorted. With a wave of its small hand, the mass of essence blood shot like a blood arrow towards the hundred-foot Primordial Profound Treasure.

The middle-aged man in white had actually abandoned his physical body, integrating all his essence into that Primordial Profound Treasure.

"Ah~, you're seeking your own demise, trying to use your own blood to consecrate this Primordial Profound Treasure..."

With a startled cry, the ten-thousand-mile blood sea let out a roar. The thousand-foot-tall altar erupted with a blinding red light that obscured the sky. Hundreds of hundred-foot-tall blood-colored flood dragons suddenly rose from the blood sea, shooting towards the front.

On each of these Flood Dragons, countless skeletons were attached...

"Hmph, it's already too late..."

As the golden figure spoke, it suddenly waved its hands towards the sky. The hundred-zhang Primordial Profound Treasure unleashed a world-destroying, ominous aura, and a thick, yellow beam of light, tens of zhang wide, suddenly appeared.

It struck towards the sky. With this strike, the entire world shook, and an unparalleled energy fluctuation surged, as if it were about to destroy the entire sky.

"RUMBLE~~~"

A deafening roar that echoed through the heavens and earth erupted, as if the entire world had collapsed.

Following this sound, a colossal rift, about a thousand zhang wide, suddenly appeared in the high heavens. The rift was pitch black, and within the darkness, thick bolts of lightning flashed intermittently.

With the appearance of this rift, a tremendous suction force suddenly emerged. The golden figure and the Primordial Profound Treasure, which were near the rift, were sucked in without any resistance, vanishing in an instant without a trace.

As the golden figure unleashed the Primordial Profound Treasure, within the sea of blood, the young cultivator on the towering altar knew it would be difficult to block the attack of the Primordial Profound Treasure. Without hesitation, the vast, ten-thousand-li sea of blood churned, and he rapidly retreated in the direction he came from.

His speed was even two parts faster than when he arrived.

Since Xiahou Zongying had unleashed a forbidden art of the Immortal Realm, sacrificing his own essence to nurture the Primordial Profound Treasure within him for countless eons, the power of this strike was already unfathomable. It was highly possible that it could even shatter the Miro Realm.

Although the hundred-zhang blood-colored flood dragons retreated rapidly under the young cultivator's command, dozens of them were still unable to escape. They were sucked into the massive spatial rift and vanished in an instant...

Three months later, amidst cloud-shrouded mountains, within a grand and imposing palace, several people were seated, with a young cultivator standing before them.

"What? Xiahou Zongying actually used the Essence Blood Spirit Feeding Technique to split the Miro Realm? With the powerful might of the void, Xiahou Zongying must have perished, but those two exotic treasures and his Primordial Profound Treasure will definitely be preserved. If the Old Ancestor learns that our Nine Nether Palace lost those two exotic treasures, he will not let this matter rest."

"Although the chance of those two exotic treasures remaining in the lower realms is extremely small, as long as there is a sliver of possibility, we must search for them. Junior Brother Zou Rui, it seems this task falls to you to work hard."

An elder with a pale red complexion spoke with a somber expression, but his tone was extremely calm.

Upon hearing this, the young cultivator who had been on the red sea of blood altar moments ago turned pale, his expression flickering.

"Hmph, if the Old Ancestor finds out that Xiahou Zongying escaped from your hands, you know the consequences without me having to say them."

Seeing the young man's reaction, a cultivator in a green robe, seated nearby, spoke up.

Hearing this, the young man's expression changed even more drastically. After some thought, he gritted his teeth and said:

"Alright, I, your junior brother, will go search the lower realms. If I find anything, I hope you senior brothers will help break open the realm so I can return."

"Naturally. With the Star Fixing Plate, as long as you can find those two exotic treasures and activate this plate, we will know and welcome you back to the Miro Realm."

After everyone finished speaking, they all rose and headed towards a heavily guarded valley in the distance