"Ten thousand miles," a sect leader from a major sect in the Eastern Wasteland frowned. "If it were just an ordinary region, it wouldn't matter, but the area surrounding the Primordial Ancient Mine is the most important source mineral region for our human race."
"Source ore?"
The blood-armored Half-Saint suddenly spoke.
His voice sounded like rusty iron scraping against each other, and a bloody mist swirled around him.
The three demonic eyes slowly scanned the area, finally fixing on Ye Fan, or more precisely, on the shadow of the Xuanhuang Mother Qi floating in the Bitter Sea.
"That property originally belonged to my people." He grinned, a chilling aura seeping from between his fangs. "Humans have stolen it for millions of years; it should have been returned to its rightful owner long ago."
Before he could finish speaking, a sudden surge of bloodshot light appeared in his left eye!
It wasn't aimed at the entire audience, but rather a tangible, oppressive pressure shot straight towards Ye Fan.
The space groaned in agony as it was being crushed, and fine cracks appeared on the warm jade floorboards—the result of the merciless, malicious crushing by Half-Saint- level being!
"Puff!"
Ye Fan Fan's golden blood and energy exploded like flames, yet he was still forced to bend his spine into an arc. His bones creaked and cracked, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, splashing bright red spots on the jade brick.
Li Qingshan, sitting at the head of the table, couldn't help but shake his head.
Is it that this Ancient Races was foolish, or that Ye Fan's physique, which possessed such a powerful treasure, was simply too unlucky?
They were clearly intimidated just a moment ago, yet they dared to rob right in front of him.
Was he convinced he wouldn't risk a falling out with Half-Saint for the sake of a junior, or was the allure of the Xuanhuang Cauldron enough to make him risk his life?
The Blood-Armored Half-Saint's right palm had already reached out.
His five fingers were covered in scales, and blood-red Dao patterns swirled around his fingertips, transforming into a gigantic Shrouding the Heavens blotted out the sky, aiming straight for Ye Fan's Bitter Sea. He wanted to tear out that Mother Qi Cauldron alive!
"Presumptuous!"
"Stop!"
The Jiang Family Holy Lord and Ji Family Holy Lord rose simultaneously, unleashing their Holy Master-level auras. However, under the pressure of the Half-Saint's might, they were like candles flickering in the wind, unable to be shaken in the slightest.
At that very moment,
"Buzz."
A soft chirp.
Li Qingshan flicked the jade cup in his hand with his finger.
"Bite."
A crisp sound of impact rang out.
The crimson handprint shattered instantly, dissipating into a shower of light.
The Blood Moon Clan Half-Saint staggered, taking three steps back, his three eyes simultaneously revealing a look of horror.
The Blood Moon Clan Half-Saint staggered to his feet, the veins beneath his bluish-gray face throbbing.
His three eyes were fixed on Li Qingshan, and what surged in his gaze was not just anger, but also the ferocity of a beast driven to the edge of a cliff.
"You!"
His voice was like gravel rolling in a tin can, with the lingering echo of chains vibrating.
" Eastern Exalt, a powerful figure among humans, I have heard of you." The wound on the middle vertical eye reopened, Black Blood meandering down the grooves of its nose. "Just now you insulted the royal envoy; I was merely returning the favor."
He grinned, a cold sneer seeping from between his fangs:
"Just because you killed a few weakened, aged King, do you really think you're invincible in this world?"
The last few words were squeezed out between his teeth, accompanied by the unwilling surge of blood mist around him.
The wailing phantoms twisted and deformed under the weight of the chains, emitting silent shrieks.
A burst of blood mist erupted around him, instantly transforming the entire Heavenly Palace into a blood-soaked Hell, with countless wailing phantoms floating and sinking within the blood mist.
The Half-Saint's pressure was released without reservation, causing the jade table in the hall to crack, and many young prodigies were forced to their knees by the pressure!
"Today I will show you what true holy might is, something you cannot surpass!" The Blood Moon Clan's Half-Saint roared, a crescent moon rising behind him, its light causing everything to decay.
This is the Blood Moon Clan's innate divine ability, Blood Moon Erodes the Heavens! Legend has it that when cultivated to its fullest extent, it can devour all life force in a region, turning it into a dead zone.
The crimson moonlight shone down, turning the white jade ground to dust and leaving the Immortal Gold and pillars covered in rust.
The restrictions set up by several holy lords together quickly dimmed under the erosion of moonlight.
However, the moonlight stopped abruptly when it reached three feet in front of Li Qingshan.
It was as if an invisible wall blocked out all the blood-red moonlight.
Li Qingshan, dressed in spotless black robes, not even a single strand of hair fluttered.
He slowly stood up.
Just one stop.
The entire sea of blood and Hell collapsed with a deafening roar! The wailing phantoms vanished with screams, and the crimson crescent moon trembled violently, its light dimming inch by inch.
The Blood Moon Clan Half-Saint's expression changed drastically. He frantically channeled his magic power, and his vertical eye on his forehead suddenly opened. It was a pure black eyeball, and the pupil reflected mountains of corpses and seas of blood!
" Blood Moon Suppresses the World!" he roared, his black vertical eye shooting out a beam of dark light that annihilated the space in its path, piercing straight for Li Qingshan's brow!
This is his innate divine power, which he once used to suppress and kill a fellow Half-Saint!
Li Qingshan clenched his fists as he faced the dark light.
"Town."
A single word uttered carries the weight of law.
The dark light that was annihilating space stopped abruptly three inches from Li Qingshan's brow.
Then, starting from the tip of the light, it crumbled inch by inch, turning into black light spots and dissipating.
The Blood Moon Clan Half-Saint was struck as if by a heavy blow, blood spurting from all seven orifices at the same time, and the vertical eye on his forehead even exploded, with black blood flowing down!
"Impossible!!"
The Blood Moon Clan Half-Saint's roar was mixed with indescribable horror. His three eyes were wide open, staring intently at the black-robed figure sitting on the jade throne.
In that clash just now, he clearly sensed that his opponent's realm was still at the King level, perhaps not even at the Great Perfection level. But why, why was the essence of their power so profound, that it made him, a Half-Saint, feel as insignificant as an ant looking up at the sky?
"What level are you at exactly?!"
The only response he received was the soft clinking sound of Li Qingshan setting down his jade cup.
"Bite."
The sound was crisp, yet it struck the heart of the Blood Moon Clan Half-Saint like a heavy hammer blow.
The Blood Moon Clan Half-Saint trembled violently, no longer daring to hesitate in the slightest. His body erupted with blood-red light, transforming into a crimson rainbow that tore through the Void, crashing through the dome of the Heavenly Palace and soaring straight into the heavens!
Run! This man is strange; you cannot defeat him by force.
He must escape back to the ancestral land! Only the slumbering Ancestor King and other high-level beings deep within the ancestral land can protect him!
Where the blood-red rainbow passed, a pitch-black crack was plowed into the Void, which could not be healed for a long time.
The Blood Moon Clan's Half-Saint moved with incredible speed, instantly covering a thousand miles, leaving the Jade Pool Pure Land behind them as a tiny speck of light.
He looked back and saw that the Heavenly Palace remained calm. The figure in black robes didn't even seem to be getting up to give chase; instead, he picked up his teacup again.
He turned his head slightly and said gently to Lin Qingyao beside him, "Senior Sister, the tea has gone cold."
Lin Qingyao was slightly taken aback, but then understood. She took the teapot with her delicate hand and refilled his cup with Jade Pool Immortal Tea.
The tea was emerald green, and wisps of steam rose from it, releasing a delicate fragrance amidst the lingering stench of blood in the hall.
"Want to leave?"
The Blood Moon Clan's Half-Saint had already fled thousands of miles away, but Li Qingshan's words reached his ears. Hearing this, he was terrified and increased his speed by three points, leaving a long, blood-red trail across the sky as he sped towards the ancestral land.
He had only one thought in his mind: escape! Escape back to the Ancient Mine! Once he entered the ancestral land, even Saint King would have to be wary!
Millions of miles is a considerable distance even for Half-Saint.
"Arrogant!" The Blood Moon Clan's Half-Saint calmed down slightly, then a surge of humiliated rage welled up within him. "Once I return to the ancestral land and report to the Ancestor King, I will demand..."
Before he could finish speaking...
However, just as he was halfway there, a soft sigh suddenly came from behind him.
"Too slow."
Li Qingshan's gaze was like cold lightning, piercing through layers of Void, locking onto the blood-red rainbow light that had already fled thousands of miles away.
He slowly raised his right palm, his five fingers slightly bent, and the killing intent that had been gathered flowed at his fingertips. With just a press, he could annihilate that Half-Saint and soul.
But in that instant, a thought suddenly struck him.
kill?
That's too lenient on him.
With his fingertips hovering in mid-air, a deep, cold glint flashed in Li Qingshan's eyes.
The Blood Moon Clan, one of the ten most ferocious clans of antiquity, feeds on humans and is extremely vicious.
Now that all races are about to awaken, these Old Gu who have crawled out from the earth still have their minds trapped in the primordial era, regarding humans as domesticated livestock.
Perfect.
Take this opportunity!!!
His curled fingers suddenly extended, palm down, and he pressed lightly into the air.
They suppressed a Half-Saint, but spared his life.
Will those old fogies of the Blood Moon Clan, hiding in their ancestral lands, swallow this insult?
If we tolerate this, the ancient ferocious race will lose all face; if we cannot tolerate it!!!
A cold smile curved Li Qingshan's lips.
Okay, let's go.
The Blood Moon Clan's Ancestor King was merely at the Saint King realm; there was no need for Senior Gu Tianshu to intervene. I alone could wipe out this entire clan.
As for what happens next, what if a royal family member or Great Saint can't hold back and wants to stand up for the fierce clan?
He looked up and seemed to see two slumbering wisps of supreme Dao energy deep within the Jade Pool.
The Western Emperor Pagoda shines upon the Purple Palace, Beginningless Bell shakes the universe.
Are Emperor Weapon really just for show?
With his mind made up, the Dao lines on his palm flowed, and the killing intent subtly shifted.
When fishing, you always have to be willing to use bait.
Today I'll subdue you, you Half-Saint.
Tomorrow, we await the redemption of your entire clan.
With a change of heart, the act of annihilation was changed to suppression.
"Buzz!"
A deep, resonant Daoist chant echoed throughout the heavens and earth.
Centered on Jade Pool, the clouds within a radius of tens of thousands of miles suddenly froze, and then, as if stirred by an invisible force, began to slowly rotate.
The sky darkened.
It wasn't that night had fallen, but rather that all the light in the sky converged on the palm of Li Qingshan's hand.
His hands began to "grow" in everyone's eyes!
It transformed into a gigantic golden hand that covered an area of hundreds of miles!
The palm's outline was as soft as a real person's, yet its lines were as deep as a canyon, with each line containing strange phenomena of star birth and death and surging rivers.
With long, slender fingers that seemed to disappear into the clouds, he gently plucked strands of starlight from the heavens and wrapped them around his fingers.
The Blood Moon Clan's Half-Saint had already fled eight thousand miles, yet he felt a chill piercing his spine.
He turned around in horror and saw a huge golden hand, obscuring the sun, reaching down from the southern sky.
That speed, though seemingly slow, actually transcended the constraints of time and space.
One moment they were on the horizon, the next they were right overhead!
"No!!!"
He roared madly, and twelve blood-red array flags burst forth from his body, forming an Primordial Killing Formation. The sea of blood surged, and countless souls wailed, trying to stop him.
The large golden hand pressed down gently.
Like brushing dust off a table.
The sea of blood evaporated, the battle flags shattered, and countless souls perished.
The five fingers slowly closed.
The Blood Moon Clan Half-Saint struggled desperately, burning his Half-Saint Laws to create a ten-thousand-foot-tall Blood Moon Dharma Image. The moon wheel rotated, cutting through the Void, yet it couldn't even stir up a ripple between his five fingers.
"I am Half-Saint of the Blood Moon Royal Clan! If you kill me, my ancestral Ancestor King will surely wash the Eastern Wasteland in blood! Ah!!"
The Blood Moon Clan's Half-Saint roared madly, all the blood moon totems around his body lit up, and a towering, blood-red demon god phantom appeared behind him—the ancestral god's image worshipped by their lineage!
He formed hand seals and spat out three mouthfuls of his life essence blood, which transformed into three layers of blood-red sky curtains to block in front of him.
At the same time, the already cracked vertical eye on his forehead forced open, shooting out a jet-black, corrosive beam of primordial death light!
This was a desperate attack, enough to severely injure Half-Saint of the same level!
The golden hand's movements remained unchanged.
It simply continued to close.
The first layer of crimson sky curtain shatters upon contact.
The second layer is like a bubble bursting.
The third layer lasted for half a breath before collapsing.
The jet-black light shone on his palm, but it didn't even cause a ripple before disappearing without a trace, like a clay ox sinking into the sea.
Then, bring your palms together.
He held the Blood Moon Clan Half-Saint, along with the Ancestral God's Dharma Image behind him, in his palm.
"Mercy, Eastern Exalt!" A shrill, distorted plea for mercy squeezed out from between her fingers.
Inside the Jade Pool Heavenly Palace, Li Qingshan had just finished drinking the last sip of tea.
He put down his teacup, looked up to the north, and seemed to see the blood moon creature held in his palm across endless mountains and rivers.
" The Jade Pool Holy Land is not a place where you can come and go as you please."
The sound was calm, yet clear, traversing thousands of miles of Void and resounding over the Northern Region.
"Suppressed for five hundred years, as a warning to others."
The words fell.
The golden hand clenched its five fingers to their fullest extent, then transformed into a golden rainbow that stretched across the sky, heading straight for the Northern Region of the Big Dipper.
The outer perimeter of the Primordial Ancient Mine is a vast expanse of barren land.
This is the outer edge of the Life Forbidden Zone, a place where even birds dare not fly by on ordinary days. But today, several powerful divine senses are secretly watching, all of them being the vanguard of the awakened ancient races, observing from the sidelines.
Then, they witnessed a scene they would never forget.
A golden light came from the south, initially only the size of a grain of rice, but in the blink of an eye it filled the heavens and the earth!
It was a golden palm spanning hundreds of miles, holding a struggling ball of blood-red light in its palm. Under the gaze of countless horrified eyes, it slammed down onto the earth!
"Boom!!!!"
The earth shook violently! The barren land trembled violently for miles around, and smoke and dust billowed into the sky, forming a huge mushroom cloud.
The shockwave swept in all directions, flattening the mountain peaks hundreds of miles away.
As the smoke cleared, all the onlookers gasped in shock.
A mountain suddenly appeared out of nowhere on what was once a flat wasteland.
A Five Fingers Mountain shaped like a hand!
The mountain is thousands of feet high and its entire body is five colors. You can vaguely see mysterious Dao patterns flowing on the surface of the mountain, as if it were breathing.
The mountain exudes an aura of overwhelming power that has suppressed all ages, even freezing the space itself.
Deep within the mountain, faint roars of resentment and waves of struggle could be heard, but each struggle only made the Dao patterns on the mountain light up a little more, and the suppressing power a little stronger.
On the front of this Five Fingers Mountain, a line of large characters is imprinted, each character as large as a lake, shining with golden light, illuminating thousands of miles:
"Disregarding the Jade Pool, he has remained here for five hundred years."
There was no name at the end, only a simple mark, a miniature image of the Jade Pool Fairy Palace, with its gates open and peach trees swaying inside.
The entire Northern Region was deathly silent.
Those Primordial Beings had been secretly watching silently withdrew their divine senses, daring not to look again.
A few faint conversations could be heard from the ancestral lands of the various royal families, before silence returned.
Inside the Jade Pool Heavenly Palace.
Li Qingshan, as if he had only done a trivial matter, said calmly to the terrified Gu Daoya:
"The letter has been received. Go back and tell your king."
He paused, his voice still calm, yet carrying an air of authority that seemed to freeze the air:
"If you want to talk, have your Ancestor King come in person."
"If we send any more ill-mannered bastards to make a racket,"
He looked up and glanced at the Gu Daoya.
With just one glance, the Primordial Royal Clan envoy felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, collapsing to his knees with a thud, his teeth chattering, unable to even utter a complete sentence:
"I humbly obey the decree of the Eastern Exalt."
He dared not linger any longer, scrambled to his feet, and transformed into a streak of silver light as he fled in a panic, his back view so disheveled that it seemed as if a vengeful ghost was chasing him.
Inside the hall, there was a deathly silence.
Only Li Qingshan picked up the tea that Lin Qingyao had just poured, took a small sip, and smiled slightly at the Queen Mother of the West:
The tea is at the perfect temperature.