Xuejue War God strode through the air, boundless blood fiend divine power surging behind him, forming a vast blood sea, his divine might unrestrained and unconcealed.
With each step, the rules of this world trembled violently, resonating with a peculiar rhythm.
All paths aligned, heaven and earth in harmony.
As if every rule of the cosmos was under Xuejue’s command, wieldable at will, a realm unimaginable.
Xuehou and Mingwang didn’t hesitate, retrieving the Sundial and stone platform, withdrawing from the time array.
With Xuejue’s appearance, they no longer needed to fight.
Against an ancient monster like Xiuchen, their divine foundations were far too shallow.
Xuejue reached out, the distant blood-red war halberd flying from the white bone mountain back to his hand.
Halberd in hand, his presence grew even more formidable.
Chi Kongle recalled the Shura Great Yi Realm, suspending it above her head, her gaze fixed on Xuejue, “Xuejue, what’s your intent? Do you wish to wage war with me?”
Standing aloft, Xuejue exuded natural authority, calmly stating, “Xiuchen, hand over that human woman, she’s tied to me. I’ll ensure another body is found for your possession.”
Though calm, his words carried an undeniable force.
Each syllable thundered like divine lightning.
Chi Kongle’s brows furrowed.
She’d heard this before, Xuehou’s earlier plea echoing the same.
Hearing it twice felt like provocation.
Crucially, both the two new Immortal Blood Clan gods and Xuejue came for that Kunlun Realm human woman.
What made her so special?
Xiuchen’s divine thoughts stirred, calculating in her mind.
Moments later, she understood the cause.
Xuejue was the father of those two new gods, no wonder he intervened so forcefully.
She was astonished, Xuejue’s lineage producing two gods, a rarity even in the Xuejue family’s golden age.
More remarkably, Mingwang and Xuehou weren’t ordinary gods, destined to survive aeon calamities.
How did the Xuejue family suddenly spawn such fierce talents?
In a few aeons, would they dominate the Immortal Blood Clan and rule the Hell Realm?
“Xuejue, that bastard, notorious for being unreasonable and protective, what a hassle,” Xiuchen thought, irritated.
Though Xuejue and Huang Tian had only survived one aeon calamity, no god in the Hell Realm dared underestimate them.
Their rapid growth was known, their power surging periodically, sparking battles and upheavals.
Suppressing her annoyance, Chi Kongle said, “I don’t mind switching bodies, but you’re too late. She’s been possessed, an irreversible fact.”
Unlike Xuehou and Mingwang, Xuejue, a god for over a hundred thousand years with a storied record, wasn’t someone Xiuchen, in her current state, wished to clash with.
If she could send him away, all the better.
Xuejue shook his head, “Xiuchen, as a powerhouse, why hide from your truth with lies? Are you afraid of me? Did Xumi’s beating in that medieval war make you timid, stripping your confidence? If so, you’re no longer worthy as my foe.”
Chi Kongle’s eyes darkened, fury ignited.
Had she not been injured fighting the Moon God, and just possessed Chi Kongle’s unprepared body, unable to wield full power, would she, Xiuchen, fear Xuejue?
If she didn’t fight today, Hell Realm gods would think she truly feared him.
Xuejue continued, “I saw her saint soul earlier, you haven’t fully possessed her. Xiuchen, I urge you to release her now, for everyone’s sake.”
Chi Kongle’s voice deepened, “No one commands me. This body is mine, no one can take it. I advise you, take your Immortal Blood Clan and leave the Sea of Time, or face the consequences.”
“I offered reason, yet you persist. Must we fight?” Xuejue sighed.
To Xiuchen, his words grated, prompting an angry retort, “Xuejue, you’re outrageously arrogant. This is the Sea of Time, Shura Clan territory, not your Immortal Blood Clan’s domain.”
“You’re just a junior before me, unqualified to act so brazenly.”
Xuejue’s eyes flashed coldly.
Recent years of secluded cultivation let Huang Tian steal the spotlight, making Hell Realm monks forget him.
With his current strength and status, who dared call him a junior?
The Blood Sky Tribe’s elders had been tamed by him.
“You think me young and bullyable? Come, show me your skills.”
Xuejue’s battle intent flared, his halberd’s bloodlight dyeing the sky red.
As Mingwang said, Xuejue was a battle maniac, fearing no opponent’s strength, only their absence.
Had he been born an aeon earlier, he’d have challenged Xumi or Kongchengzi in that medieval war.
The divine seat stars above blazed, enveloping Chi Kongle in sacred light.
“A junior dares act arrogantly before me? Without a lesson, the world might think I’m soft. Today, I’ll show you your place, your strength far from warranting such hubris,” Chi Kongle declared, murderous.
Pushed this far, how could Xiuchen’s temper endure?
Though not at her peak, she wasn’t someone anyone could challenge.
Even the Immortal Blood Clan’s leader might not force her retreat, let alone Xuejue, a rising star.
Xuejue retorted, “Think this is still a hundred thousand years ago? It’s time you faced reality, this isn’t your era anymore.”
“Today, I declare, in Heaven or Hell, any who dare harm my children will find no grave.”
Xuejue acted to atone.
He knew, sent to the Kunlun Realm, Mingwang and Xuehou harbored deep resentment. Xuehou Qingyin, sent away at barely ten, he’d never met. Mingwang Liuzi, suppressed in Kunlun for ten thousand years, suffered immensely.
He’d tried to breach Kunlun’s defenses to bring them home, but the damage was done.
The blood sea behind him roiled, raising thousand-zhang waves.
The eight-armed Shura roared, surging with endless Shura war qi.
Its roar shattered mountains and rivers, repelling world rules.
Two arms swung, wielding dual axes, ancient divine relics from a wind-path god, unleashing ferocious gales, tearing space.
Such force could shatter a god’s body.
Xuejue didn’t retreat, his battle intent soaring.
His blood-red halberd swung, billions of bloodlights weaving a net, meeting the axes’ gales head-on. Each light, sharp and unbreakable.
The blood sea condensed countless rules, forming a sky-covering hand, striking the white bone mountain.
The time array spun, time imprint specks forming a massive spacetime vortex.
The Sea of Time’s flow became chaotic, spacetime showing collapse.
The Shura’s gales couldn’t withstand the bloodlights, swiftly extinguished.
Most bloodlights broke through, striking the Shura.
As if hit by countless stars, the Shura staggered back to the temple, its war qi diminished.
The spacetime vortex failed to stop the giant hand, torn apart.
Through it, the hand reached for Chi Kongle.
Before it arrived, space solidified.
Chi Kongle frowned, urging the Shura Great Yi Realm against the hand. Yet it was caught, not shattered.
The Realm spun rapidly, shattering surrounding space.
Still, it couldn’t break free.
The Shura’s eyes blazed, roaring, its aura growing fiercer. It hurled multiple powerful weapons and charged.
A dark gold ancient cauldron, star-sized, exuded vast divine might.
A pitch-black demonic mountain spread inky qi, shrouding the world.
The Shura held nothing back, deploying all weapons in a full assault.
Its immortal body feared no clash with Xuejue.
“Good.”
Xuejue advanced, his halberd transforming into a ferocious blood dragon, charging the Shura.
Forged by Xuejue, the halberd used a demonic dragon’s body, infused with divine treasures, nurtured by his blood, becoming a peerless weapon. It drank gods’ blood in countless battles.
The dragon’s soul became its spirit, making it fiercely potent from creation.
No one but Xuejue could wield it.
All weapons were repelled by the blood dragon, unstoppable.
A dragon claw pierced the Shura’s chest, leaving a gaping hole.
As a divine war soul, not flesh, no blood flowed.
In a blink, the blood dragon tore the Shura apart, spilling vast war qi.
The blood sea roiled fiercer, a towering figure emerging, the sky-covering hand part of it.
Identical to Xuejue, but vastly larger, exuding blood fiend aura.
“The Immortal Blood God! Xuejue completed this flawed art, mastering it,” Xiuchen thought, shocked.
The Immortal Blood God, a Xuejue family secret, at its peak, formed a clone matching the caster’s strength.
The family’s decline caused the art’s loss.
Even in its complete era, few succeeded. Xuejue’s restoration and mastery marked him a prodigy.
Seeing the Immortal Blood God, Chi Kongle pointed skyward.
The Star Soul Divine Throne blazed, forming a time river, crashing down like a celestial stream.
Xiuchen, a god for aeons, had boundless divine power to spare.
The Immortal Blood God threw a fist, shattering the time river into scattered time imprints.
The Shura Great Yi Realm, held by the God, cracked, its inner world unstable. The God stomped, releasing terrifying force.
The Sea of Time quaked, splitting, its array inscriptions nearly erased.
The white bone mountain suffered, countless bones turning to dust, sinking rapidly.
“Xiuchen, is this all you have? Show your true skills, don’t disappoint me,” Xuejue said.
Chi Kongle’s eyes grew heavy, hurling an ancient jade talisman.
It glowed, releasing countless time rules, forming invisible time chains, binding Xuejue.
Crafted with great effort, it embodied Xiuchen’s time path insights, with god-slaying might.
Xuejue didn’t glance, casually pointing forward.
A condensed bloodlight shot from his fingertip.
The talisman was pierced, shattered.
The bloodlight struck the temple, unstoppable, leaving a hundred-mile hole, turning treasures to ash.
“You…”
Chi Kongle seethed, furious.
Xuejue snorted, his true body moving, appearing before her, “Your skills are mediocre.”
As Chi Kongle tried to retreat, the strange force within her disrupted her soul again.
Xuejue’s palm struck her.
Soul shadows flew from her, merging back into her from behind.
“Get out.”
Xuejue’s hand, swift as light, pressed her temples, divine power surging from his fingers.
With a low shout, divine light entered her qi sea.
Chi Kongle’s face showed pain, unable to break free.
As Xuejue’s hand left, a divine soul, wrapped in divine light, was forcibly extracted.
Chi Kongle’s eyes dimmed, collapsing limply.
“The old ginger’s spicier, catching up to him’s no easy feat,” Mingwang muttered.
Xuehou and Mingwang, with the Sundial and platform, appeared on the white bone mountain.
The Sundial glowed cyan, opening a door at noon-four.
Zhang Ruochen rushed out, reaching Chi Kongle, lifting her.
Checking, her body was fine, vitality strong, but her saint soul was missing.
He looked at the divine soul in Xuejue’s grasp.
Undoubtedly, Chi Kongle’s saint soul was fused with Xiuchen’s.
Xuejue acted again, blood-red divine light enveloping Xiuchen’s soul.
Soon, a frail saint soul was separated.
Xiuchen’s soul showed pain, not only losing Chi Kongle’s soul but also part of its own, gravely wounded.
Xiuchen glared at Xuejue, raging. Had it not been injured by the Moon God, could Xuejue bully it?
Without that strange force’s restraint, it wouldn’t have been defenseless.
A god who roamed Heaven and Hell for aeons, reduced to this.
Above the fractured Sea of Time, many gods’ divine thoughts gathered.
The commotion was too great to ignore.
“What a Xuejue, his strength at such heights, mastering the Immortal Blood God.”
“His two children, both gods, the Xuejue family is set to rise.”
“Xiuchen fell, the Shura Great Yi Realm half-ruined, the Shura divine war soul nearly destroyed, her own state crippled, unlikely to survive the next aeon calamity.”
“Why provoke the protective Xuejue? Even at her peak, beating him now is unlikely, his momentum’s unstoppable.”
“Who’s stronger, Xuejue or Huang Tian?”
Gods murmured, marveling at Xuejue’s might, lamenting Xiuchen’s fall.
