Chapter 1194: Black Blood

The golden blood was dazzling and conspicuous, dripping down and capturing everyone’s attention—especially with those shocking words accompanying it.

What was the Three-Headed King’s purpose in injuring this person and displaying their blood?

The black-gold armor glowed, covering the figure once more. The wound wasn’t severe—just a scratch—yet dozens of golden droplets had spilled, though they did nothing to hinder the figure’s presence.

“What exactly do you mean by this?” the Fifth Elder of the Celestial Academy demanded.

Was the Three-Headed King resorting to blackmail? Did it know they couldn’t bear to see the descendants of their guardians perish, and thus sought to make unreasonable demands? Otherwise, why bring this person here?

“Hmm, observe how his blood has turned black,” the Three-Headed King spoke, its colossal spider form towering over the mountains, crouched upon the altar.

It channeled divine power, unleashing a blinding radiance as it pressed forward, an invisible force enveloping and crushing the golden blood scattered in the void!

As it acted, the golden blood exploded into mist—still shimmering gold, like a streak of light across the sky.

But then, under the Three-Headed King’s tyrannical suppression and refinement, the golden mist transformed, exuding a sinister aura as an inexplicable ripple pulsed outward.

The crowd was stunned. This was merely a portion of blood—something a supreme expert could refine with ease. Yet why did it keep changing, never truly dissipating?

The golden blood seemed sentient, as if possessing an indomitable vitality. The more it was suppressed, the more drastic its mutations became.

In the end, even the Three-Headed King resorted to its utmost power, severing the void and forging the surrounding space into a furnace—manifesting an ancient, tangible cauldron to refine the blood.

Not just the students, but even the elders felt a chill. The Three-Headed King was an unfathomable entity, even if its true form couldn’t cross over.

Yet now, despite exerting its full might, it couldn’t completely erase the golden blood.

Some of the golden blood dimmed, first evaporating into golden residue before turning to ash. But a single strand remained unyielding, struggling and resisting.

This was eerie—how could mere blood behave like this?

“Hmm?” Suddenly, many gasped in shock, especially the elders of the Celestial Academy, their expressions shifting drastically as their pupils contracted.

That strand of golden blood had turned black—no longer radiant, but pitch-dark like ink. The transformation was too sudden, the contrast too stark!

Why? What was happening? No one understood.

At first, the golden blood had been luminous and sacred—worthy of being called holy blood, pure and divine.

But now, it was terrifyingly black, devoid of divinity, exuding only a horrifying power—like demonic blood.

What caused this change? Everyone was baffled.

The Three-Headed King spoke darkly, “See now? Your so-called guardians, hailed for their sacred blood and invincible physiques—what is their true nature? Under enough pressure, the truth is revealed. Their blood is anything but holy. The gold is just a facade. Its true essence is dangerous, horrifying—a blood of great terror!”

“You tampered with it!” the Fourth Elder of the Celestial Academy accused, refusing to believe its claims.

“I am but a projection, using only pure force. I merely suppressed the blood, and it revealed its true form,” the Three-Headed King replied.

“What are you trying to say?” an elder roared.

“I’m saying that though you live in this world, you may not understand it as deeply as we do. Even your guardians harbor secrets—great and sinister ones. This world is far more complex and perilous than you realize.”

“What does it matter? What does the color of blood signify?” the elders retorted, unmoved.

“How can it be meaningless? When golden, the blood was serene, its power divine. But blackened, it became savage, drenched in malice and bloodlust—utterly opposite. Do you think it’s normal for a being to possess two kinds of blood? It’s all concealment. Your guardians’ origins are vast—far beyond your imagination!”

“Nonsense!” the Celestial Academy’s members rebuked.

“The truth is this: your guardians’ blood was always black. They merely disguise their true forms, just as your world is far more intricate than you see. A hidden hand pulls the strings. Perhaps, the so-called guardians—those with golden blood—are the greatest danger to you all.”

Behind them, Shi Hao pondered, his mind unsettled. He knew well that after the creatures of the other realm had triumphed, they hadn’t lingered in this world for long before retreating.

It was a mystery—one neither he nor the others yet understood.

Could it be related to what the Three-Headed King hinted at? There must be hidden truths.

“Enough of your divisive lies!” an elder snapped.

“Believe what you will. In time, you’ll see. But if you seek proof, know this: in the Primordial Ancient Mine, we unearthed burial soil from which black blood seeped from the deepest depths.”

“You—what do you mean?” the Fourth Elder demanded, his heart trembling. That place was too strange—home to immortality herbs, immortal artifacts, and supreme scriptures. Who knew what lay buried at its core?

“Your world is complex. We fear nothing, but you… heh!” The Three-Headed King sneered, its disdain for this world’s inhabitants clear.

“Speak plainly!” the Third Elder barked.

“Wait for our arrival. It won’t be long. This time, we’ll sweep away all obstacles—the ancient mines, the immortal abyss, the heavens themselves, and what lies beyond…” It trailed off, refusing to elaborate.

“Bluster and lies!” the Second Elder accused.

Whether true or false, denial was necessary—lest the disciples’ morale crumble.

Now, the elders regretted confronting the Three-Headed King publicly. A private discussion would’ve been wiser, as this could shake many beliefs.

“Your so-called immortals have limits. Your ancient ancestors will fall. Dare to step into our world again, and death awaits!” a newly promoted elder declared.

The Three-Headed King laughed. “How naive. Immortals are eternal, slaying even true celestials. They triumphed over all in the Immortal Ancient Era. Do you think mere words can shake their foundations?”

Then, it sent a mental message to all: “Chaos approaches. If you wish to survive, to attain immortality, kneel daily before our lords. Soon, their idols will appear in this world. Build temples and worship them!”

“Boom!”

Several elders of the academy joined forces, activating the Ten Realms Diagram to suppress the altar, silencing the creature.

Simultaneously, the Nine Phoenix Furnace was summoned, blazing like a blood diamond as it unleashed torrents of flame.

“Oh, such a grand farewell? No need. We’ll meet soon—not across realms, but face to face.”

Unfazed, the Three-Headed King’s form faded, vanishing as the altar shattered into ruins.

Yet all eyes remained fixed—for the figure clad in dark immortal-metal armor remained, abandoned here.

The Fourth and Fifth Elders stepped forward, blocking its escape.

“This is my gift to you—the blood of the invincible, the physique of the mighty. Your guardians hide great secrets. Learn the truth through his descendant. Discover what the black blood truly means.”

With those final words, the Three-Headed King vanished completely.

“Be cautious. The creatures of the other realm are ruthless. It wouldn’t help us out of kindness,” the Third Elder warned.

Silence reigned as all stared at the slender figure in immortal-metal armor. The Three-Headed King was gone, leaving only this enigma behind—one surely harboring profound secrets.

“Seize it. Bring it back to the academy,” the Second Elder ordered. Even if it was a guardian’s descendant, they couldn’t afford courtesy now.