The creation of heaven and earth—nothing compares to this!
A colossal eyeball, thousands of feet tall, cracked and shattered, transforming into immortal blood essence. Wrapped within were coordinate runes and mysterious celestial patterns, tearing through the void, shattering chaos, obliterating all in its path—unstoppable, unyielding.
Was this the might of Luo Mo? Even in death, with only the last vestiges of his aura remaining, he dominated the heavens and earth!
A single eyeball and a fragment of his soul—how could they achieve such a feat?
It was terrifying. The foreign realm’s people knelt, chanting scriptures, filled with sorrow and melancholy. They knew that after this, Luo Mo would vanish completely, never to exist again.
Some sighed inwardly. For an ancient ancestor to end like this was undeniably tragic. They believed Luo Mo’s spirit had been coerced by Yu Tuo, forced into this final act.
Yet none of the elders present dared utter a single word of dissent—lest their entire clan face annihilation.
**BOOM!**
Chaos erupted, the void collapsed, and a radiant passage emerged. Luo Mo’s blood, crimson with streaks of black and silver, was extraordinary.
“Hmm, two more colors—five-colored true blood!” The Grand Elder inhaled sharply.
He couldn’t help but be shocked. In the foreign realm, those with five-colored blood could reach the half-step immortality realm even without cultivation—such was the tyranny of that bloodline.
Legends said only ancient clans like Yu Tuo and An Lan had a chance to produce children with five-colored blood.
Of course, seven-colored blood wasn’t unheard of, but none had ever witnessed it.
Perhaps, after an epoch, the blood of An Lan and Yu Tuo had transcended five colors, ascending to the supreme seven-colored realm.
The Immortal King’s burial shroud fluttered as Grand Elder Meng Tianzheng stood vigilant, guarding those around him against unforeseen dangers.
Today, the Nine Heavens and the foreign realm had clashed, only for both sides to withdraw—yet this shocking event had unfolded, beyond anyone’s expectations.
Luo Mo, a legendary peerless expert, had his spirit summoned—a revelation that touched upon the foreign realm’s deepest secrets.
How had the foreign realm been forced to retreat in the past? Perhaps the answers lay in what was to come.
**BOOM!**
The heavens split, chaos churned. Even as remnants, Luo Mo’s blood was unstoppable, annihilating all resistance.
Shi Hao, Da Xu Tuo, the Ten Crown King, the Banished Immortal, Cao Yusheng, and others witnessed the true meaning of world-splitting power!
Luo Mo’s spirit blood carved open a realm, reshaping existence itself—its pressure suffocating, its majesty undeniable.
What was invincibility? What was peerlessness? Luo Mo embodied it now. Even a shattered remnant of his will could shake the heavens.
But his time was limited. His will had already scattered along the way, leaving only instinct to forge this path.
**RUMBLE!**
Thunder roared, lightning coiled like dragons, obstructing Luo Mo’s spirit blood.
“Hmm?” The foreign realm’s people tensed, their hearts sinking.
“Found it! That’s the place!” They erupted in excitement, the elders trembling with anticipation.
**SHH!**
Silver serpents of lightning, thick as mountains, tangled with chaotic energy—chaos thunder, its power immeasurable.
After a violent explosion, the chaos parted, revealing a towering black stele, a hundred thousand feet tall, drenched in blood—a ghastly sight.
Here it was—a sealed ancient realm!
Hidden in chaos for an entire epoch, it had never been discovered.
What was chaos? A single wisp could sunder mountains, crush ranges. Such concentrated chaos could obliterate all.
Why was world-creation so difficult? Chaos was too terrifying. Only the strongest could traverse it, let alone reshape it—most would be crushed to paste mid-effort.
Yet here, an ancient realm lay sealed.
The stele loomed, exuding an oppressive aura.
Luo Mo’s spirit blood struck relentlessly, each blow capable of splitting the heavens—yet met with chaos thunder, locked in a titanic struggle.
Luo Mo was dead, his will extinguished. Now, his blood surged forward without retreat, burning its last embers.
The earth quaked, the Great Scarlet Heaven’s borders trembled as if tearing apart—a terrifying spectacle.
**BANG!**
The spirit blood flared, runes coalescing into a humanoid form. It raised its arms, shaking the heavens, forming a divine seal to strike forward.
The sheer might made hearts constrict, as if the very air would crush them.
Shi Hao and the others paled. How was this possible?
“He’s dead! How can he still attack, still form seals?”
“This is the glory of the supreme. Even in death, their battle instinct remains. Their blood does not fade—when obstructed, their might manifests.” Grand Elder Meng Tianzheng’s expression was grave, yet his eyes burned with fervor.
It was as if he saw a path, a glimmer of hope. Even if immortality was unattainable in this broken world, he would never give up.
At this moment, he seemed to awaken to a revelation.
“Even if it means certain death, I will charge forward!” he murmured, as if making a vow.
“Prepare to move!” At the abyss’s edge, the foreign elders whispered, readying to enter the sealed realm.
For within lay the secrets of their retreat—the reason their ancestors had been forced to withdraw.
Even the mighty Luo Mo had fallen here. How terrifying must that battle have been?
**CRACK!**
Lightning split the sky, the earth convulsed.
The colossal stele trembled but stood unbroken, as if upholding eternity itself.
Pitch-black, stained with unknown blood, it was a horrifying sight. A full epoch had passed, yet the blood remained fresh, gleaming ominously.
The stele and blood exuded a dreadful aura, as if the source of annihilation itself.
Luo Mo, a peerless expert, now displayed his unmatched brilliance. His spirit blood shook the Nine Heavens.
Not just the borders—the entire Great Scarlet Heaven trembled faintly. Such was his might.
**CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!**
The sound of clashing weapons rang out as Luo Mo’s spirit blood morphed—from humanoid to blades, all slashing at the black stele.
Sparks flew, metallic light erupted, and killing intent surged, dispersing the dense chaos. The scene was catastrophic.
Cao Yusheng and the others shuddered. They knew that approaching would reduce them to dust—this was power beyond their level.
And this was just a remnant of a soul. How terrifying would Luo Mo be at his peak?
Now they understood why the world had been shattered into the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths. Such beings were beyond comprehension.
Yet despite Luo Mo’s might, the stele remained unbroken.
Though it shook, though blood seeped from its surface, it stood firm—astonishingly resilient.
Who could have erected such a barrier?
The foreign realm’s people fell silent. Their ancestors had been repelled here—a force had resisted them.
Afterward, someone had sealed this place, a feat matching their status. Only such beings could oppose Luo Mo.
“It’s no use. Ancestor Luo Mo has fallen. His essence blood and will are nearly spent. We cannot open this place.”
An elder sighed, frustration gnawing at him.
According to An Lan and Yu Tuo’s calculations, this place was only vulnerable on a specific day.
Today was that day. They had the right person—Luo Mo—yet they had failed.
“Disaster! Ancestor Luo Mo’s spirit blood is fading—it will turn to ash!” someone cried.
**BOOM!**
The five-colored blood swelled, then exploded, igniting into light before vanishing entirely.
“Failed… just like that?” The foreign realm’s people clenched their fists. They had mobilized for this, only to meet defeat.
Even a fallen ancestor’s spirit had been extinguished.
“Unacceptable!” someone howled at the sky.
Then—**CRACK!**
A sharp, clear sound split the air.
The hundred-thousand-foot black stele fractured, a jagged line splitting downward, blood gushing forth.
Before it, the chaotic void tore open—revealing a radiant glow.
The sealed ancient realm had been breached at last.
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