The blood-red divine hall trembled as a towering, majestic figure slowly emerged, exuding an abyss-like divine might.
With eight massive blood wings on his back and clad in crimson armor, seemingly stained with blood, he appeared youthful, yet his deep eyes, like twin black holes, carried the weight of ages.
This was Jia Tianxia, the founder of the Blood War Divine Hall, a formidable ancient god from the Moon God’s era.
Even in Paradise Realm, Jia Tianxia was a top figure with significant influence.
At this moment, a terrifying murderous aura radiated from him, his gaze dark and grim. Bian Zhuang War God’s disdain had thoroughly enraged him.
If Bian Zhuang’s true body were here, Jia Tianxia would have stayed silent, but a mere avatar daring such arrogance was an insult.
“Bian Zhuang, let me test the might of the foremost of the Heavenly Palace’s nine War Gods,” Jia Tianxia said, his gaze sharp as a blade.
His eight blood wings flapped, unleashing torrential blood qi.
Countless rules were summoned, merging with the blood qi to form a colossal hand that covered the sky, carrying unmatched divine might, striking directly at Bian Zhuang War God.
Unfazed, Bian Zhuang sneered, “Petty tricks, daring to show off before me.”
As he spoke, the Heavenly River beneath his feet surged, transforming into a giant dragon that crashed into the sky-covering hand.
“Bang.”
Though the hand carried immense divine power, it shattered instantly under the Heavenly River’s impact.
The river’s momentum continued, sweeping toward Jia Tianxia irresistibly.
A glint of solemnity flashed in Jia Tianxia’s eyes. His eight blood wings rapidly expanded, stretching thousands of miles like clouds hanging from the heavens. Each feather gleamed with eerie blood light, sharp as divine swords.
“Splash.”
The blood wings sliced through the void, severing the Heavenly River.
But the Weak Water forming the river clung to the wings like a curse, impossible to dispel.
Weak Water, a unique divine water, allowed nothing to float upon it, not even a feather, sinking all into its depths.
It also possessed astonishing corrosive power, capable of dissolving anything, even threatening gods.
Without it, the Heavenly Realm wouldn’t use a Weak Water Heavenly River for protection.
As its guardian, Bian Zhuang War God wielded Weak Water freely, employing it in unimaginable ways.
In the Heavenly River, he was nearly invincible.
As Bian Zhuang War God and Jia Tianxia clashed, the gods by the Truth Sea retreated, clearing a vast battlefield.
Some gods relocated the Saint Realm cultivators below to shield them from the divine war’s fallout.
With Bian Zhuang and Jia Tianxia’s power, even a stray wisp of divine energy could obliterate Saint Realm cultivators.
…
At the Truth Mountain’s peak, Zhang Ruochen’s injuries healed, and he slowly opened his eyes.
Though gravely wounded, his body and saint soul nearly collapsing, he gained immense benefits. Rebuilt, his body and soul’s strength surged, exuding an indestructible aura.
If he chose, he could now forge a top-tier Immortal Saint Body, breaking through to Great Saint, far surpassing ordinary Immortal Great Saints.
“The Truth Form fused with the Heart of Truth is indeed different, ever-changing, even I can’t fully grasp it,” Zhang Ruochen thought, scanning his Truth Form with mental power.
His Truth Form remained at the Star Ocean Without Shores level, but its essence far exceeded typical ones, its mysteries beyond imagination.
With a thought, Zhang Ruochen retracted the Truth Form, needing time to comprehend it fully to wield it perfectly.
With the Truth Form, he could unleash tenfold attack power anytime, a feat none of the Truth Temple’s ten divine disciples could currently match.
Standing, he bowed to the Truth Master. “Thank you, Senior, for guiding me to refine the Heart of Truth.”
“That’s your own fortune, not much to do with me. Stay here for now, don’t rush to leave,” the Truth Master said.
“Why?” Zhang Ruochen asked.
The Truth Master pointed, conjuring a massive crystal that projected the outside scene.
“This… two gods are fighting!” Zhang Ruochen exclaimed, surprised.
The Truth Master explained, “Your ascent of the Truth Mountain drew many gods’ attention. Your acquisition of the Heart of Truth is an outcome some gods don’t wish to see.”
Zhang Ruochen understood. Paradise Realm’s faction, at least, wanted him dead.
“Impressive, matching Jia Tianxia,” Zhang Ruochen thought, awed.
Jia Tianxia, the Blood War Divine Hall’s supreme powerhouse and a Paradise Realm ancient god, was a cosmic chessmaster. Who could rival him?
The Truth Master said, “That’s Bian Zhuang War God, guardian of the Heavenly River, and merely an avatar.”
“An avatar?” Zhang Ruochen’s face showed shock. “Is Jia Tianxia also an avatar?”
With his current cultivation, he couldn’t discern their true forms. Without the Truth Master’s crystal projection of the divine battle, he might not even see their figures clearly.
The gap in cultivation was vast.
The Truth Master smiled. “Jia Tianxia is his divine true body.”
Zhang Ruochen was speechless. The Heavenly Realm was indeed a place of hidden dragons and crouching tigers, each mountain higher than the last, with heavens beyond heavens, demanding constant humility, reverence, and ambition.
The title of the foremost below Great Saint seemed grand.
But among Great Saints, powerhouses abounded. Which breaker of the hundred shackles was weak? Who lacked a legendary tale?
Even Qing Sixue, Zhang Ruochen wasn’t confident he could face as a Saint King.
The Truth Master said, “No need to look so shaken. Bian Zhuang War God is an ancient god, foremost of the Heavenly Palace’s nine War Gods, tasked with guarding the Heavenly River. Without such prowess, the Heavenly Realm would’ve been secretly attacked by Infernal Realm gods countless times.”
“Why are they fighting?” Zhang Ruochen asked.
“Because of you,” the Truth Master replied.
“Me? Don’t jest, Master, I have no connection with Bian Zhuang War God,” Zhang Ruochen said with a wry smile.
“You don’t, but the Moon God does.”
Zhang Ruochen grinned. “Now that’s interesting. Is the Moon God’s charm so great as to sway Bian Zhuang War God?”
“You think she lacks such charm? Truth be told, the Moon God was once deemed the Heavenly Realm’s most beautiful and refined, captivating countless gods,” the Truth Master said.
Despite her fierce appearance, she was casual with Zhang Ruochen, treating him as an equal. Their conversation flowed freely, unrestricted.
Zhang Ruochen was surprised. “Gods have perfect mental states, how could they fall into emotional entanglements?”
He’d always believed gods severed emotions and desires, sacrificing everything for grand aspirations or the supreme Dao.
Like Chi Yao.
Even her children seemed secondary to her.
The Truth Master shook her head. “A perfect mental state isn’t about severing emotions but acting freely. Bian Zhuang is a rare oddity among gods. Reliable, he guards the Heavenly River steadfastly. Unreliable, he’d abandon it to storm the Infernal Realm alone, unstoppable.”
“As for him and the Moon God… heh, who knows? He claims if she’d tour the Heavenly River with him on a celestial boat, gazing at the starry river, he’d join Guanghan Realm. ‘To embrace the moon, I’d forsake the 80,000-mile Heavenly River,’ his words.”
Zhang Ruochen was speechless, marveling at Bian Zhuang War God’s eccentricity.
‘To embrace the moon, I’d forsake the 80,000-mile Heavenly River.’ What did the Heavenly Palace gods think, hearing this? Did they consider replacing the Heavenly River’s guardian?
“Since the Moon God’s return, why do factions hesitate to openly target Guanghan Realm? It’s largely due to fear of Bian Zhuang War God, his reputation forged in blood,” the Truth Master said.
Zhang Ruochen’s gaze fixed on Bian Zhuang. Though acting for the Moon God, he was indirectly aiding him.
Zhang Ruochen knew that claiming the Truth Temple’s reward would make many enemies, even gods might act against him, placing him at the storm’s center.
Above the Truth Mountain, Bian Zhuang’s avatar and Jia Tianxia fought fiercely, perhaps to minimize destruction, they moved to the void space.
Jia Tianxia grew increasingly shocked. Despite his strength, he couldn’t gain an edge against Bian Zhuang’s avatar.
With a flick, he unleashed the *Asura Hell Scroll*.
The scroll unfurled, forming a vast world, a reddish-yellow continent shrouded in thick blood qi, dotted with countless blood rivers, lakes, and seas, chillingly gruesome.
Innumerable inscriptions flowed across the continent, radiating divine power.
In the Moon God Mountain battle, the Moon God had seized the *Asura Hell Scroll* from the Second Jia Blood Ancestor, but after negotiations, it was returned to Jia Tianxia.
As the Blood War Divine Hall’s supreme treasure, it couldn’t be lost.
Jia Tianxia’s wielding of the *Asura Hell Scroll* far surpassed the Second Jia Blood Ancestor’s.
Massive blood pillars shot from the Asura continent, bombarding Bian Zhuang War God.
Each pillar held immense divine power, capable of shattering swathes of starry skies.
“A tattered scroll, daring to be an eyesore? I’ll smash it to bits,” Bian Zhuang War God said, charging forward instead of dodging.
He swung the Tianpeng Bell, meeting the blood pillars.
“Bang.”
The bell’s surface shimmered with inscriptions, emitting hazy chaotic metallic light, indestructible, shattering the pillars.
The Tianpeng Bell rapidly enlarged, rivaling a great world.
With unmatched strength, Bian Zhuang hurled it.
“Rumble.”
Heavy and unbreakable, the bell pierced the Asura continent, causing it to show signs of collapse.
Jia Tianxia hurriedly poured more divine power and his Mysteries into the *Asura Hell Scroll*, stabilizing the continent.
“Suppress,” Jia Tianxia roared, pushing the scroll’s power to its limit.
All the blood on the Asura continent rose, forming an endless blood sea, engulfing Bian Zhuang War God.
This blood, collected from countless slain gods, was filled with怨煞之气, highly malevolent, capable of corroding divine bodies.
Bian Zhuang’s body dissolved, becoming vast Weak Water, enveloping the Tianpeng Bell, sweeping all directions.
“Boom.”
In an instant, the endless blood sea was scattered by the Weak Water.
The Asura continent fractured, its land turning to ash.
“Bang.”
Jia Tianxia was struck, flying back, spitting divine blood. Three of his blood wings shattered, the remaining five stained with divine blood, truly blood wings.
The *Asura Hell Scroll* reappeared, now bearing clear cracks, significantly damaged.
Seeing the Weak Water surge again, Jia Tianxia dared not fight, retracting the scroll and retreating swiftly.
In a flash, he exited the void space, returning to the blood-red divine hall.
Without pause, he drove the hall to tear through the void, fleeing the Truth Heavenly Domain.
“Where are you escaping?”
Bian Zhuang War God’s roar echoed.
Though Jia Tianxia was fast, the Tianpeng Bell struck the blood-red divine hall.
“Crack.”
The hall shattered, a large section collapsing.
Jia Tianxia, heedless of dignity, fled immediately.
The Weak Water coalesced, reforming Bian Zhuang, who retrieved the Tianpeng Bell. Looking at the fleeing hall, he scoffed, “Running fast, huh? No skill, yet you act tough. Jia Tianxia, stay holed up in your Blood War Divine Hall, or I’ll beat you every time I see you.”
The gods were stunned, many gazing at Bian Zhuang with awe.
“How can this be? Jia Tianxia, an ancient god wielding Mysteries, couldn’t defeat Bian Zhuang’s avatar. How strong is Bian Zhuang?” the Blackheart Demon Lord thought, utterly shocked.
Only now did he grasp the meaning of the foremost of the Heavenly Palace’s nine War Gods—true invincibility, standing atop the starry cosmos.
