“Go!”
Before the dark abyss, several elders surged forward, charging toward the sealed ancient realm to investigate its mysteries.
They had come with a purpose—not just to seek the past, but to retrieve something crucial. The ancient ancestor Yu Tuo sought to repair a mighty weapon, and this place might hold clues to the materials needed.
Whoosh!
Divine light streaked like rainbows as over a dozen figures moved at once. The powerhouses of the foreign realm were advancing into the chaotic ancient world.
This made Shi Hao, Cao Yusheng, and the others pale. With only Grand Elder Meng Tianzheng on their side, the situation was dire. How could they resist?
Shadows flickered before the dark abyss—no fewer than a hundred figures, all formidable elders. Yet only a dozen had moved so far, with many more waiting to strike.
Swish!
The Grand Elder acted decisively, summoning the ancient Bloodstained Battle Banner and striking at the dozen figures, aiming to annihilate them with its supreme power.
“You dare?!” roared the leading elder from the opposing side. He conjured a gourd, radiating a hazy glow that suppressed the cosmos.
The Refining Immortal Gourd—a truly mighty weapon, forged specifically to refine immortals to death. Now, it erupted with power, severing the heavens and earth, blocking the Immortal King’s Blood Banner.
Boom!
A colossal collision erupted!
The dozen elders dodged but were still struck by the shockwaves, coughing blood, their faces pale and eyes filled with venom as they glared at Grand Elder Meng Tianzheng.
Whoosh!
Ignoring the chaos, one figure sped toward the chaos.
“Ah, no! The distance is too great—the resistance from the boundary barrier is overwhelming!” an elder suddenly cried out.
His speed slowed, his cultivation suppressed, his movements sluggish.
Creatures from the foreign realm faced many restrictions upon entering this world.
Until this realm was fully suppressed, they would be repelled.
Their cultivation was fundamentally different—they worshipped the laws of another world, clashing with this one, hence their suppression.
Pfft!
Someone spat blood, refusing to yield and forcefully activating their supreme ancestral technique. The backlash made him cough up four mouthfuls of blood.
Yet they pressed on, reaching the chaos, determined to enter the sealed ancient realm.
The distance wasn’t insurmountable—they gritted their teeth and endured.
“This blood is special. Let’s collect some!” someone whispered, eyeing the blood on the black stele with greed.
To them, everything near this sealed realm was worth investigating. If possible, they’d take it all.
Especially this towering black stele—if they could move it, they would, hoping Yu Tuo or An Lan could decipher its secrets.
“Be careful. We’re being repelled—don’t trigger any dangers,” another warned.
Luo Mo had managed to shake this stele because, even as a remnant soul, he far surpassed these elders. Moreover, his lingering spirit had gradually assimilated into the Great Scarlet Sky’s border, harmonizing with this world’s aura.
Boom!
Suddenly, disaster struck.
The moment someone collected a drop of blood into a bronze cauldron, the black stele erupted.
The blood seemed alive—untouchable, uncontainable. Placing it in a vessel was an insult!
The blood ignited, its radiance engulfing the man, turning him into a blazing torch. He screamed, thrashing in agony.
“Ah—!”
The scene was horrifying. In moments, half his body turned to charcoal, the other half to ashes. No defense could stop it.
“Heavens!” The others recoiled in terror. What kind of blood was this? A single touch meant death!
Boom!
Worse was yet to come.
The black stele trembled, raining blood—a deadly downpour. The elders paled, horrified.
They summoned weapons—bull horns, beast claws, metal artifacts—but it was futile. The blood rain shredded them like paper.
Like molten iron melting snow, white mist billowed as the weapons disintegrated.
“Ah—!”
Screams erupted as over a dozen elders were drenched in the blood rain. They writhed on the ground, their bodies smoking, corroding, their lives extinguished.
The blood rain was lethal—unstoppable!
Whoosh!
All were incinerated, reduced to ashes. Their agonized shrieks chilled the onlookers to the bone.
These were elders who had cultivated for hundreds of thousands of years—now dead in an instant.
Had they invaded the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, they would have wrought catastrophic destruction, requiring the combined might of multiple immortal families to quell.
Yet here, they were annihilated—utterly wiped out, leaving only charred bone fragments.
Silence lingered for a long time.
Even the Refining Immortal Gourd was withdrawn, the Bloodstained Banner returning on its own. The earlier spectacle had stunned everyone into inaction.
“They were repelled by this world, their weapons suppressed. That stele is too terrifying—touching it was their doom,” someone murmured by the dark abyss, reflecting.
Who would dare go now?
“We can’t move. The suppression is too severe—we’d die in vain. Let the younger generation go instead.”
“What if the enemy blocks us?”
The elders debated.
“We must proceed—with the Refining Immortal Gourd!” the leader declared, resolved to use the supreme artifact to resist the world’s suppression.
Meanwhile, youths emerged from the dark abyss, including He Ziming—powerful figures who had been waiting all along.
“No, we must act too. This sealed realm is strange—we can’t let them take what’s inside,” chubby Cao Yusheng urged.
“Fall back!” Grand Elder Meng Tianzheng ordered, commanding them to retreat.
At a sufficient distance, the foreign realm’s forces couldn’t advance—they couldn’t fully cross into the Great Scarlet Sky.
“Grand Elder, let us come. Such places often have unique laws that hinder the strong,” Shi Hao said, drawing from his experiences in many forbidden lands.
Whoosh!
The enemy moved first. Another dozen elders advanced, accompanied by youths like He Ziming.
Clearly, they feared suppression and hoped the younger generation could penetrate deeper.
After a brief hesitation, the Grand Elder brought Shi Hao, the Ten Crown King, Cao Yusheng, Qi Gu Daoist, and others forward.
Hum!
Ahead, divine radiance shimmered as the Refining Immortal Gourd stirred, its power terrifying!
“Grand Elder, take this!” Shi Hao handed over the Great Luo Sword Embryo, bolstering the elder’s might.
With the Bloodstained Banner for defense and the sword for offense, even a dozen elders posed no threat.
As they neared, the black stele stood motionless—until the foreign realm attacked the chaotic rift, trying to pry open the sealed world.
Then, the stele reacted—more violently than before.
A torrential rain of blood poured down, crimson and suffused with killing intent.
The blood seeped from cracks in the stele—wounds left by Luo Mo’s strike.
The black stele seemed alive, bleeding.
Everyone paled, especially the foreign forces, who had witnessed the earlier horror.
Hum!
The Refining Immortal Gourd activated, its radiance blocking the blood rain. Its spout opened, attempting to refine the blood!
The crowd gasped. This gourd was fearsome—a weapon designed to refine immortals, unfazed by the eerie stele.
Yet the blood resisted, hovering outside the gourd, refusing to be absorbed.
“What? Even the Refining Immortal Gourd can’t take it?”
“It’s hindered by the boundary suppression—that must be why!”
The foreign realm’s forces trembled.
Whoosh!
Behind them, the Grand Elder arrived—and the blood rain suddenly reversed, surging toward him.
Even the blood near the gourd diverted, converging on the Grand Elder’s group.
“This is—?” They braced for disaster.
But then—something astonishing happened.
The blood rain seeped into the Immortal King’s Bloodstained Banner!
Like parched earth blessed by rain, the tattered banner glowed, radiant and sacred.
“Immortal blood!” The Grand Elder trembled, his voice shaking.
He suspected—this might even be the blood of an Immortal King!
“Stop it! That blood is empowering that rag!” a foreign elder snarled.
“No, we must enter the sealed realm now—or we’ll miss our chance!” another countered.
With that, they wielded the Refining Immortal Gourd against the chaotic rift.
Luo Mo had already cracked it—now, with the gourd’s might, they could widen the breach.
Boom!
After several strikes, a vast, ancient aura surged forth—the sealed realm’s barrier was forced open!
Blinding light spilled out, its aura sacred.
Then—a cry echoed through the heavens.
A fledgling bird soared into the sky, its wings majestic.
“A True Phoenix!” someone shouted.
A young immortal bird, hatched within this ancient world!
Whoosh!
But then—horror followed.
From the chaotic rift, blood gushed—vivid red, its light piercing the sky.
“Heavens! Immortal blood! What happened here? How many immortals died?”
All were stunned, eyes wide as they stared ahead.
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