Hope always arises from despair. Just as everyone felt hopeless and unable to enter this ancient realm, a turning point emerged—all the immortal blood suddenly shattered.
With a *pfft*, the blood splattered onto the ground, formless, unable to coalesce into living beings again.
In the distance, the undying phoenix let out a faint cry, utterly exhausted. It had chanted incantations incessantly, draining all its divine power, and could no longer continue.
People couldn’t help but sigh—such catastrophic consequences were caused by a mere fledgling! Its knowledge of those bizarre incantations was too unnatural!
“This phoenix is abnormal. Look how bloodthirsty it is—its eyes have turned crimson, even its feathers have taken on a bloody hue. It’s… a Fallen Blood Phoenix!” Grand Elder Meng Tianzheng suddenly realized.
At the same time, creatures from the foreign realm also exclaimed, “Before its birth, its immortal eggshell was tainted by battle blood! That’s why the phoenix’s offspring fell, becoming this bloodthirsty abomination!”
“Such a creature can be lured to our realm and made to serve us. Deep within our ancient domain, there already resides a Fallen Blood Phoenix, one that defected during the Immortal Ancient Era,” someone said, eyes gleaming with excitement.
Back then, the foreign realm was able to invade this world largely due to the aid of the Fallen Blood Phoenix, the Fearless Lion, and the Dark Evil Dragon. Without them, the cost would have been far heavier.
“Ah! It’s retreating! Chase it—capture that Fallen Blood Phoenix!” The foreign invaders, hearts stirred, urged their Immortal-Smelting Cauldron forward, finally stepping into this ancient realm.
Of course, everyone remained cautious, wary of touching the immortal blood. A single misstep could doom them to eternal damnation.
Grand Elder Meng Tianzheng led Shi Hao and the others into the ancient land as well. He immediately activated the Ironblood War Banner, attempting to absorb the spilled blood.
Yet, violent energy fluctuations erupted in the distance, followed by a deafening roar that sent chills down everyone’s spines.
They saw it—just beyond the entrance, on the other side, stood several massive tombs. The blood and shattered weapons on the ground were being swept up, sucked into the graves.
Most strikingly, the towering iron steles before the tombs clanged ominously.
“Immortal Graves!” the foreign invaders shouted.
The Grand Elder’s heart raced—this was undoubtedly a treasure trove. If they could excavate it, unimaginable relics would be uncovered.
At the very least, those broken artifacts could prove invaluable. After all, they had dared to attack the Immortal-Smelting Cauldron earlier, though they were no match for it.
But should they dig? The mere immortal blood had already caused immense trouble. Who knew what horrors awaited if they disturbed these tombs?
*Swoosh!*
Unable to resist, one of the foreign creatures acted, summoning a magical artifact to unearth the graves.
They believed the earlier disaster was mainly due to the eerie Fallen Blood Phoenix and its incantations. Now that it had fled, the danger should be gone.
*Boom!*
The artifact shattered into dozens of fragments, exploding violently. The wielder staggered back, trembling uncontrollably.
“Immortals, like the undying, cannot be desecrated even in death. An inexplicable pressure lingers—we’d best not provoke it. We’ll return later,” someone murmured.
They could use the Immortal-Smelting Cauldron, but the consequences of detonating these tombs were unimaginable.
“Let’s press forward first—capture the Blood Phoenix and uncover the truth of this place,” an elder declared, leading the advance.
Ahead, towering mountains loomed, wisps of white mist rising from them. Just inhaling it made one feel invigorated, as if on the verge of ascension.
“Is this… immortal qi?” The Grand Elder’s voice trembled. He had long sought to step into the immortal realm, but the world’s environment had changed, making it impossible.
Now, witnessing such an aura, his blood nearly boiled with excitement.
“No, not quite true immortal qi, but it carries a strong essence of immortality,” the Grand Elder mused. This place must have once housed immortals.
Spiritual liquid formed rivers here, and rare herbs flourished across the mountains, shrouded in ethereal mist—a scene of profound serenity.
The Blood Phoenix transformed into a streak of light, vanishing deep into the ancient realm.
The foreign pursuers gave chase, with the Grand Elder and his group following closely, eager to uncover the secrets hidden within.
“What a pity. That phoenix was tainted by immortal blood before birth, its bones steeped in killing intent. It’s destined to be bloodthirsty and uncontrollable,” the Grand Elder lamented.
Otherwise, as a descendant of the Ten Fiends, its potential would have been boundless—a future asset beyond imagination.
“This is…” After traveling eight thousand miles, the foreign invaders halted, as did the Grand Elder and Shi Hao’s group, stunned by the sight before them.
A wasteland stretched endlessly—barren, lifeless, and shrouded in deathly silence.
The earlier lands had been lush with immortal mist and rare herbs, but here, everything withered into desolation.
“This was a battlefield, scoured by immortal laws. All life was obliterated—not even grass can grow here,” someone observed.
Flying further, they saw countless fallen stars, remnants of a celestial battle. The sheer number was staggering, many bearing the marks of colossal fingers—ripped from the heavens.
“What kind of battle took place here? The cosmos itself was nearly torn apart!” Even the foreign elders felt a chill.
“Likely a final, desperate struggle. At that level, tearing down stars serves no purpose unless one is at death’s door, lashing out blindly,” an elder solemnly reconstructed the scene.
Behind them, Grand Elder Meng Tianzheng remained silent. It must have been so.
Shi Hao, Cao Yusheng, and the others shuddered. What kind of being could grow so vast, clawing down stars in its death throes?
“This must be the work of Ancestor Luomo,” a foreign elder murmured mournfully.
“Look—five-colored blood!” Three thousand miles later, the foreigners gasped. A unique blood, still fresh after eons, lay before them.
Clearly belonging to Luomo, it matched what they’d seen when his spirit awakened earlier. But its essence was gone, drained by some unknown force.
“Dugu Yun, what’s wrong?” Shi Hao nudged his companion.
Dugu Yun, once raised in the foreign realm but later returned, was a descendant of the Guardians—one of the strongest youths of his time. His golden blood was among the four most sacred lineages, revered and mighty.
“I sense the presence of my kin’s blood,” Dugu Yun said, striding forward. The group followed, wary of danger.
Sure enough, miles ahead, they found a streak of golden blood, gleaming like pure gold—undeniable proof of the Guardian lineage.
“Wait—this blood is changing! Look, it’s turning from gold to black!” someone exclaimed.
The golden blood darkened into pitch-black, as if devouring souls, before reverting to gold.
Just as speculated, the Guardian blood held both sacred and demonic traits!
Hearts pounded—the rumors were true. Once dismissed as foreign slander, the warnings about the Guardians now demanded reconsideration.
Dugu Yun knelt, attempting to collect the blood. Though its essence was drained, it still held significance for him.
Closing his eyes, he sought to decipher its hidden messages.
“A cataclysmic battle occurred here. Luomo was the foe, and my kin was merely caught in the crossfire—not the primary combatant,” he revealed.
The revelation stunned them. They were unraveling the truth of that ancient war step by step.
If even the Guardians weren’t the main force, how terrifying must Luomo have been?
“My kin… did not belong to this world. He came from the Primordial Origin!” Dugu Yun’s eyes snapped open, shocked by the revelation.
Legends claimed the Guardians were outsiders. Now, it seemed undeniable.
“Guardians? Heh… Hah!” The foreigners, studying the five-colored blood, sneered. “The truth is far darker than you imagine!”
Though tensions simmered, neither side attacked, advancing warily together—a fragile truce.
But bloodshed could erupt any moment. Both sides feared the other’s artifacts—the Immortal-Smelting Cauldron and the Immortal King’s Shroud were weapons of apocalyptic power.
Pressing onward, they soon encountered another marvel—blood infused with chaos!
“This… could rival the legendary Seven-Colored True Blood! Was this why Luomo fell? What kind of monster did he face, one with chaos in its veins?”
“Impure chaos blood, or else Luomo wouldn’t have slain it at the cost of his own life,” someone reasoned.
The Grand Elder and his companions sighed. What an era the Immortal Ancient was—populated by beings of unimaginable might, now lost to time.
“A stele!”
A keen-eyed scout spotted a dark speck on the horizon. The group rushed over, tensions flaring but no blows exchanged as they read the inscribed words.
*”Unfortunate… I was chosen to act, never to return…”*
The first line struck like thunder—directly addressing the truth they sought!
Hearts pounded. They had found it—the key to unraveling the ancient mystery lay in this very stele.
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