In the Imperial City, Jiang Yu was on the hunt within the Heavenly Phoenix Domain, desperately seeking answers to the Fourth Realm.
This answer sheet might have passed in past Celestial Trials, but clearly facing the bl**d God, its quality wasn’t anywhere near enough.
Crunch—
The imperial grandeur was unable to contain the overwhelming bl**d-red power, making it look, quite frankly, ridiculous.
“I’ve personally experienced the rise and fall of the Royal Court dynasty, far more than you’ll ever read about in history books.”
“Now, they’ve all vanished into thin air, and here I am, still around.”
Voices rang out from within the coffin, layered and echoing, deep yet achingly close, leaving one puzzled as to what sort of creature it belonged to.
Any one of the Nine Immortals could easily disregard the oppressive might of the Emperor, let alone the bl**d God, who had been oppressed by the map of Jiang’s country for years.
The light atop the Imperial City instantly dimmed, teetering on the edge of collapse.
In the next second, a golden dragon spiraled back to the sky, coiling around the Divine Sword of the Celestials, activating the imperial might within.
Ding—
The divine sword sliced down, landing on the obsidian arm, leaving a mere scratch.
Jiang Yu had reclaimed the Imperial City, freeing it from its restraints, letting it hover behind him, yet the heaviness in his dual-eyed gaze was still unshakeable.
He had just used seventy percent of his strength, yet it only inflicted a tiny little wound.
bl**d flowed ceaselessly from that scratch, soaking the entire temple in crimson, until it surged like a rising tide, drowning everything…
Seeing this bizarre scene, Jiang Yu knew it was time to whip out the Sword Bone…
A draft of sword energy billowed from his chest, swirling around the Divine Sword of the Celestials.
“Sigh…”
Finally, a sigh floated from the coffin.
Amidst its light-absorbing depths, a face emerged, a visage blurred and indistinct, as if obscured by the powers of life and d*ath. Only a faint red mole on its brow was visible.
This was the source of the living dead outside.
The bl**d God existed somewhere between life and d*ath, neither truly alive nor truly dead.
Only two arms and the torso had a physical form.
“You’re holding that little girl’s sword, and her sword intent still resides within you. It’s a shame you possess this power, but it’s not truly yours.”
“Heh… Royal offspring, you likely won’t understand this in your lifetime. Your father grasped a bit of it, but unfortunately, he got caught and paid the price.”
The bl**d God’s tone was casual, not in a hurry to deal with this troublesome intruder.
Jiang Yu felt a pang in his heart and replied coolly, “You’ll soon find out whether it is or isn’t.”
He wrapped the Imperial City in his will and took a step forward.
But he could have advanced several dozens of feet, yet the sea of bl**d churned violently, darkening the sky as he felt the invisible bl**d tide shove him back to his original position.
Jiang Yu wanted to unleash his sword energy right there.
Yet everything around him was veiled in a charming hue of bl**d-red.
Like a ghostly shadow, the bl**d God’s figure suddenly split into dozens of forms, all staring at him with a playful and frosty gaze from all directions.
“Under the dual gaze, nothing can hide.”
Jiang Yu’s forehead twitched, his dual eyes shining brightly.
He identified the one whose aura was closest to reality and unhesitatingly launched a sword strike.
The Emperor’s sword soared like a golden dragon across the heavens, commanding the world, sharpened by the Sword Bone’s edge.
Pfft—
This sword thrust into the bl**d God’s form, but his smile only grew more mischievous.
“Wanting everything, in the end… you lost even what was your own.”
This wasn’t the true bl**d God.
His dual eyes had been deceived.
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Suddenly, a gust of wind roared behind him, slamming a dark fist right into Jiang Yu, sending him flying.
He spun like a tossed pebble over the sea of bl**d, awkwardly tumbling over a dozen times.
“You….”
“Hehehe, do I look like someone who only plays with tricks and schemes?”
Dozens of bl**d God’s silhouettes chimed in unison:
“Just so you know, today’s martial prowess of the human race owes me half its credit. The first cross-training martial art of humanity? Created by me. Guess who was behind defining it?”
“When it comes to the mysteries of the human body, none can rival me.”
Jiang Yu had no time to discern the veracity of his words.
He had to burn the bl**d of the True Dragon, pushing his spirit and energy to their peak.
It was a rare moment of vulnerability.
Suddenly, a weird voice rang out:
“Ancestor, I’m here to assist you!”
A bull-headed demon burst into the sea of bl**d.
Jiang Yu: “?”
bl**d God: “?”
Their clash shook the heavens and the earth, causing You Shuo to tremble.
This commotion, if it didn’t destroy the world, was certainly not something ordinary beings could approach.
Where did you spring from?
But neither paid it any mind; Jiang Yu was in a furious state, laser-focused on the bl**d God, who naturally wasn’t going to waste attention on this utterly unremarkable little demon.
The Divine Sword of the Celestials cleaved through the earth like a towering mountain, capable of slicing through drifting clouds, delineating all things in between.
With this strike, Jiang Yu had truly surpassed himself from just moments ago, stepping up his game.
But as the divine sword lunged towards the bl**d God’s brow, he still appeared nonchalant, lazily extending a fist.
The motion seemed weak, yet the surging energy was like an insatiable inferno, forming a spiraling cyclone of vital energy.
Its grandeur was akin to a boundless sea, unchanging since time immemorial, able to wear down anything.
The sword light was devoured, and the backlash from the cyclone sent the Divine Sword of the Celestials hurtling away.
That fist transformed into a palm, gripping tightly around Jiang Yu’s neck.
“Hehehe… I’ve never seen a True Dragon body up close, thanks for coming right to me; I’ll gladly accept it.”
Jiang Yu wasn’t dead but utterly defenseless.
The spirit and energy he had ignited extinguished in an instant, a series of divine patterns flowed from the palm into the bl**d God’s body.
Jiang Yu had a bad feeling.
His opponent was attempting to comprehend the true essence of the True Dragon body. Once he succeeded, he could bring forth a physical being with the True Dragon’s form at any time.
But Jiang Yu felt like a candle in the wind, ready to extinguish at any moment.
In the next instant, the bl**d God suddenly froze.
A sword tip protruded from his chest.
It was the Divine Sword of the Celestials.
Jiang Yu was released; he had no strength left, paralyzed, only able to look up in bewilderment at the face of the one who dealt the blow.
Dong Chang Tian.
A powerful mortal, who, at that moment, wielded the celestial’s divine weapon, unleashing an unprecedented brilliance.
That strike truly pierced the bl**d God, eliciting a pained howl that set the sea of bl**d churning in towering waves.
Every shadow of the bl**d God was a fake, yet all could be real.
Dong Chang Tian grasped what he called the Sword of Self, seeing everything through his own perspective, causing everything in the Imperial City to be painted with his colors. In his eyes, the bl**d God he faced was very real because he had lived through it all.
Simply put, the duo made the bl**d God feel real.
