At that moment, the bl**d God also rolled his eyes, feeling the boiling bl**d inside him starting to settle down under the strike of the divine sword.
“Is that you?”
This old man was so ordinary, even after turning into a Minotaur, he still looked as plain as ever.
How could he transform into a demon?
And how could he wield the Divine Sword of the Celestials?
Jiang Yu took the Celestial Race and the warriors of the Underground City as chips, but this old man surprisingly saw Jiang Yu as a pawn in exchange for this sword’s success.
But thankfully, he was just a mortal.
The bl**d God didn’t have time to think. His hard-won restored body was showing signs of collapsing again.
Not only did he not force out the divine sword lodged in his chest, but the bl**d and flesh were squirming, leaving half of the sword stuck inside. Its immense suction made it utterly impossible to pull out.
A bl**d shadow descended from above like a malevolent spirit, plunging into Dong Chang Tian’s body as if a maggot gorging on decaying flesh.
The bl**d spirit power was wearing down the divine sword and invading Dong Chang Tian.
His already waning vitality now drained even faster, akin to a riverbed about to dry up under the scorching sun.
Dong Chang Tian looked even older, his appearance withered, white hair untamed like wild grass, just a flickering candle in the wind.
At this moment, the bl**d God spoke:
“To think a special existence like you could be born in the Heavenly Phoenix Domain, it’s truly amusing. It makes me thrilled to see talent that understands the heart.”
“You’ve seen it; I can let your vitality fade and wither away, but I can also fill you with vigor and send you soaring to your peak, escaping the ravages of time.”
“Join me, and you can come along with me to see the sunlight outside, no longer trapped like a prisoner in this limited space.”
The bl**d God casually regarded Dong Chang Tian, his action of corroding the Divine Sword of the Celestials never ceasing.
Dong Chang Tian was indeed on the brink of withering, but his eyes remained bright and steadfast:
“Aren’t you a prisoner as well?”
“Tsk, not even swayed. Well, that’s good enough.”
Dong Chang Tian squinted his eyes.
Pfft—
He severed his own wrist and let go of the Divine Sword of the Celestials.
Continuing to hold this sword would only lead to his already limited lifespan reaching its end. Moreover, the tainted divine sword was no longer powerful in his hands.
Thus, he decisively severed his right arm.
With his left hand, he drew out a fire stick, a very sturdy wooden rod that, at this moment, possessed a sharpness comparable to the divine sword.
Ordinary as ever, like a child swinging a wooden stick to cut grass, devoid of sword energy, with no shining blade, yet striking down toward the bl**d God’s body in a blindingly empty gesture.
The bl**d God gave more attention to this strike than he did to Jiang Yu’s effort.
From the deep crimson below crawled countless bl**d shadows, some even resembling Han Zhen’s face, but no one cast their eyes on him now.
The bl**d God had already concealed his figure within, only to appear moments later in the swarming bl**d shadows, a blurry face surfacing.
“What I just said wasn’t completely a lie.”
A roll of voices, converging into a booming tone, echoed.
To the current Dong Chang Tian, it was all the same.
He didn’t speak; he simply struck.
Because he had already aged and died; it was only his indomitable will before d*ath that allowed him to complete this blow.
Inside the temple, two powers clashed.
The collapsing vitality and rampant sword energy mixed chaotically, stripping the Otherworld to its core, sweeping away the black clouds in the heavens.
The bl**d sea and void shattered simultaneously.
Suddenly, a voice filled with anger and surprise came through.
“Blast! Is that really you!”
For the first time, the bl**d God showed genuine emotion, his anger laced with weakness.
…..
“Where is this?”
After striking the blow, Dong Er Niu felt his consciousness plunge into chaos, unable to see his fingers even when he stretched out his hand, only emptiness surrounded him.
This must be what d*ath feels like.
After what felt like an eternity, he sensed some kind of calling, and a light appeared before him.
Before his eyes was a pure white back mountain, with swords haphazardly stuck in the stone walls.
Only on the unoccupied green stone sat an old man, who slightly resembled him, with a wooden sword resting on his lap.
“Thank you for your hard work.”
“Hahahaha, today I know, I finally have arrived!”
Dong Er Niu laughed loudly and plunged into the wooden sword.
The wooden sword, which was originally just an instrument of swordsmanship, suddenly gained spirit, marking a sign of transforming towards the path of destiny.
“The unsolved riddle of Su Jun finally has an answer.”
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…..
In the outside world.
The crowd in the Imperial Capital watched this scene with countless question marks popping above their heads.
“What’s going on? This peculiar existence seems pretty nice…”
“If they annihilate these Celestial Race members, wouldn’t that decrease the chances of City of Divine Beings surviving the next disaster?”
“That’s not necessarily true…”
“I get it; this is to let the City of Divine Beings have both internal and external troubles?”
Among the martial world, there were many quick-thinking individuals.
Now, thanks to Jiang Yu, the Celestial Race was no longer the peaceful existence it used to be. Plus, the bl**d God added fuel to the fire, hinting at what might happen in the outside world.
Now the City of Divine Beings was without leadership.
Whoever obtained the divine sword would have the chance to shatter the void and become the leader of the Celestial Race.
Could those Celestial Race members still unite like before?
The current bl**d God seemed unsure of his ability to take the City of Divine Beings, so he simply stirred the pot.
“What if the City of Divine Beings falls into disarray?”
“Will the Cold Fairy step in to take charge?”
“The divine sword has been tainted by the bl**d spirits, and it probably won’t regain its former might… things are becoming more critical.”
At Wanchun Courtyard, there was no shortage of discussions about what had just transpired in the City of Divine Beings.
A mix of martial world folks and high-ranking officials from the Imperial Capital, including Minister Song and the officials led by him.
“It doesn’t matter; Brother Li will step in.”
Murong Xiao had faith in Little Li.
With this reminder, everyone snapped back to reality.
Yes, the Cold Fairy was beside Young Hero Li!
In such a crumbling situation, how would he choose?
“Everyone knows Brother Li is a seasoned swordsman, and his character is beyond reproach.”
Minister Song nodded in agreement.
The officials also chimed in.
“Indeed, Young Hero Li is the epitome of a gentleman; fair and upright.”
“With him around, he can surely solve the crisis reasonably.”
“At least you all said something sensible.”
Shang Wu set down his wine gourd, proud of his disciple:
“I know my precious student; he learned from me, of course…”
Before he could finish.
In the map of the country, upon receiving front-line intelligence, Little Li stood up and gazed at the high-ranking officials of Ink City.
He raised his arm and shouted, with a determined expression:
“The heavens are about to perish; it’s time for the Phoenix Sky to rise!”
“The Celestial Race is unreliable, and the Underground City is also untrustworthy; we can only rely on ourselves!”
“Will you all join me in plotting great matters?”
