Within the Blood God Sect, Zhang Ruochen and Han Xue bled from their mouths, heavily injured.
Mo Sheng’s frenzied assault, fully unleashing the *Nether Sun Divine Wheel*, had released overwhelming divine power laced with sinister forces. Without their exceptional strength and unique physiques, the consequences could have been dire.
*Whoosh.*
“Are you okay?” Mu Lingxi asked, concerned.
Zhang Ruochen raised a hand, stopping her touch. “Sinister forces have invaded my body. I need to refine them first.”
Not just him—Han Xue was similarly afflicted, with gray-white flames and the Nether Clan’s unique curse power.
Running the *Nine Heavens Emperor Ming Scripture*, Zhang Ruochen circulated *Pure Extinction Divine Fire* to burn away the invasive forces.
Han Xue activated the *God’s Fall Scripture*, leveraging her Thousand Bones physique to expel the sinister energies.
Her Thousand Bones resonated, intricate secret patterns glowing with radiant holy light, enveloping her.
In moments, her injuries healed rapidly.
“Recovery as formidable as the Empress. The Thousand Bones physique is truly exceptional,” Xiao Hei remarked, recalling the Thousand Bones Empress.
Claimed as humanity’s strongest physique, it was near-immortal, swiftly healing even grave wounds, often emerging stronger.
Some called it the War God Physique, born for battle, growing mightier with each fight.
…
Outside, the Black Demon Realm’s forces, led by Mo Sheng, pressed against the sect.
“Hiding in the Blood God Sect won’t save you, Zhang Ruochen. No matter where you flee, death awaits,” Mo Sheng declared.
Dense demonic energy, reeking of blood, surged from him, as if drawn from a sea of corpses.
Closer inspection revealed faint dark-golden glints within.
Black Demon Realm cultivators studied replicas of the 36 *Heavenly Demon Stone Inscriptions*, yielding only blood-sea demonic energy, even for the gifted.
Only true *Inscriptions* allowed cultivation of the superior *World-Destroying Demonic Energy*.
Having held the *Greedy Wolf* and *Yin-Yang Diagrams*, Mo Sheng had gleaned their essence, transforming his demonic energy.
The dark-golden glints were *World-Destroying Demonic Energy*.
Soon, his energy would fully convert, boosting his strength, perhaps laying the foundation for godhood.
*Whoosh.*
Fueled by this potent energy, the *Nether Sun Divine Wheel* blazed, its divine power roaring like a tidal wave.
At its peak, the wheel crashed like a falling star into the sect’s protective arrays.
*Bang.*
The three Ninth-Grade arrays trembled, intricate patterns glowing, resisting the divine power.
After a while, the wheel stilled, its power spent.
The arrays stood unscathed.
“With the arrays’ foundations intact and restored by me, how could they fall so easily?” Xiao Hei boasted from a peak.
The Blood God Sect, founded by a god, had profound foundations.
Its outer arrays, when first set, could withstand top Great Saints. Without a god’s intervention, the sect was nearly impregnable.
Xiao Hei, not fully recovered and only recently a terrestrial array master, had merely restored the arrays, far from their original might.
The sect’s members sighed in relief.
Mo Sheng’s ferocity was daunting; if the arrays failed, catastrophe loomed.
His attack thwarted, Mo Sheng’s gaze grew colder. “Join me. Maximize the *Nether Sun Divine Wheel*’s power, shatter the arrays, and raze the Blood God Sect!”
“Raze the Blood God Sect!” the Black Demon Realm’s saints roared.
This battle was critical. Failure would make them a laughingstock, crippling their standing in the Heavenly Realm.
The saints channeled their techniques, pouring power into the wheel. It glowed, radiating boundless divine might across tens of thousands of miles.
*Boom.*
Creatures in the region exploded, their blood essence absorbed by the wheel.
“No, I don’t want to die!” Desperate cries echoed, futile.
Some powerhouses resisted, shielding themselves and others.
Absorbing vast blood essence and heaven-earth forces, the wheel grew colossal, spanning over 10,000 zhang, its aura chilling Nine-Step Saint Kings’ holy souls.
Xiao Hei’s expression turned grave. “Zhang Ruochen, give me the *Demonstone Realm Mirror*!”
“Here.” Zhang Ruochen, healing, tossed it.
Catching it, Xiao Hei hurled it skyward.
Array patterns flashed, and the mirror vanished, entering the core of the three arrays.
Using the *Demonstone Realm Mirror* as the arrays’ eye boosted their power.
*Whoosh.*
Xiao Hei darted to the core.
“Fall back to Infant Lord Peak,” Zhang Ruochen ordered.
Infant Lord Peak, with partially restored divine patterns, was the sect’s safest refuge.
*Boom.*
The *Nether Sun Divine Wheel*, bearing even greater divine power, descended, its deathly aura like an underworld arriving to annihilate the mortal realm.
A towering god phantom, tens of thousands of zhang, emerged, exuding supreme authority, as if the arbiter of life and death.
It was Lord Nether Yang.
The wheel, his ultimate weapon, bore his divine imprint, forged through countless battles.
The phantom extended a hand, gray divine power condensing into a small orb.
*Whoosh.*
The orb, packed with divine power, shot forth, shattering space, threatening to rupture the heavens.
*Boom.*
Hitting the arrays, it exploded, unleashing cataclysmic destructive force, engulfing the sect.
The Ancient Snow Mountain behind the sect collapsed, flattened, countless beasts perishing.
This single strike reshaped the terrain, sinking the land dozens of zhang, isolating the sect like an island.
“The Blood God Sect is doomed. Even Zhang Ruochen can’t save it,” a Saint King spectator trembled.
In that destructive wave, he’d have perished instantly.
Others gasped, scalps tingling.
“Such a terrifying divine relic, stronger than many Supreme Saint Weapons. This is Mo Sheng’s true trump card,” Fire Phoenix Fairy said, startled despite her composure.
She’d seen divine relics, but none matched the *Nether Sun Divine Wheel*’s tier.
Mo Sheng, wielding it, stood imperiously, coldly eyeing the engulfed sect.
With 800 Saint Kings’ power, the wheel’s might was apocalyptic. He doubted the arrays could endure.
Lord Nether Yang’s phantom lingered, the wheel spinning, emitting darker gray light, weaving death, curses, and decay.
Even Black Demon Realm Saint Kings trembled, fearing backlash.
Eventually, the destructive force cleared.
“Hm?” Mo Sheng frowned.
Contrary to expectations, the arrays withstood the assault.
A mirror’s glint caught his eye. “Using Zhang Ruochen’s Supreme Saint Weapon as the array eye. Clever.”
“Brother Mo Sheng, what now? The interlocked Ninth-Grade arrays were tough; now with a Supreme Saint Weapon as the eye, they’re nearly unbreakable,” Zhuo Gu said, frowning.
An array master was a headache.
Mo Sheng pondered, then said, “Arrays need vast power and stable foundations. Cut the power source, destroy the foundations, and any array falls.”
Millions of saint path rules—death, decay, devouring, destruction—surged from him, entwining the wheel.
The phantom grew solid, as if crossing time to manifest.
*Bang.*
Its hand pressed the array barrier, vast divine power enveloping it, seeping underground, isolating the sect, blocking external power.
The power also sought to ruin the arrays’ foundations.
A boom echoed as space near the wheel shattered, forming a black void, exuding dense underworld aura.
Darkness power poured from the void, absorbed by the wheel.
“It’s opened an energy channel to the Hell Realm, drawing dark power,” spectators paled, staring at the void.
Fortunately, it was only energy. A physical channel would allow Hell Realm cultivators to cross.
Fueled by Hell Realm darkness, the wheel’s divine might surged, fully suppressing the sect’s space.
No one, not even Zhang Ruochen, could escape.
Vowing to raze the sect, Mo Sheng allowed no survivors.
Under the phantom’s pressure, the sect sank, nearly buried.
Xiao Hei, at the array core, scoffed upward. “Destroy the foundations, cut the power? Delusional. These arrays, crafted by a top array master, have unyielding foundations and draw from the sect’s holy veins. Let’s see what tricks you’ve got, Mo Sheng.”
With the *Demonstone Realm Mirror* as the eye, Xiao Hei was confident.
Unless the wheel’s power surged manifold, the arrays would hold.
After sinking 500 zhang, the sect stabilized, resisting further descent.
“It’s fine. They can’t breach, and they won’t linger. They’ll retreat soon,” Bao Lie sighed.
It was stifling, but it spared the sect heavy losses, with time to settle scores later.
Zhang Ruochen frowned. “It’s not that simple. Mo Sheng sees the situation but persists with the *Nether Sun Divine Wheel*. He has a plan.”
The others grew solemn, pondering.
Mo Sheng’s actions always had purpose.
His refusal to retreat warranted caution.
“I’m not too late, it seems,” a resonant voice boomed.
*Whoosh.*
All eyes turned.
A dazzling holy light appeared, its brilliance blinding, evoking the source of all radiance, banishing darkness.
In moments, it crossed tens of thousands of miles, reaching the sect.
The light faded, revealing an eight-foot figure in spotless white robes, exuding sanctity, as if purifying all darkness.
Golden hair shimmered, blue eyes like twin seas.
Behind him, a massive azure dragon, bound by a silver rope through its nostrils, trailed like livestock.
“Paradise Realm’s leader, Zhou Yu! He ventured into the wilds to capture that Azure Sky Saint Dragon,” a powerhouse exclaimed.
*Boom.*
A massive fireball streaked across the sky, vanishing, its aura rivaling Zhou Yu’s.
Spectators stared, stunned. Another master?
The Blood God Sect seemed doomed.
