The top of the megalithic altar, seawater cannot reach.
Even the blades of a divine warrior, capable of cleaving mountains in half, couldn't harm this colossal stone. Yet now, it bore intricate cracks that deepened into a crater hundreds of meters wide. Within the crater lay blood so crimson it resembled a miniature lake.
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As if in a distant past, a mass of blood dripped down from the heavens, shattering the giant stone altar into this shape.
The blood lake wasn't impressive.
What is truly shocking is the sword island in the center of the blood lake.
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There are thirteen swords, with the supreme inscription flowing on the blade, releasing an aura of supremacy.
Another thirteen Supreme Saint artifacts, swords.
What's even more astonishing is that above the blood lake, in the pitch-black sea water, there are countless stars, like an infinite and mysterious starry sky.
As everyone knows, this sea area is floating with many planets.
But those planets weren't emitting any light, they were invisible anywhere else in the Temple of Origins. Why are they all visible here?
Starry sky, bloody lake, Sword Island.
And in the distance, hidden within the blood mist, there are strange and eerie buildings lurking.
Such a scene, how can it not be awe-inspiring?
After Gu Shè calmed the shock in her heart, she strapped on her Rakshasa Wings and shot into the sky, flying towards Jian Dao.
< Just arrived above Blood Lake.
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Her body was out of her control, and she plummeted downwards.
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In a moment of crisis, she struck the lake surface with her palm, launching herself into the air and landing on the shore.
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Her hand, which had touched the bloody water, turned to dust and slipped to the ground.
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The falling arm turned to dust as well.
All the cultivators present were unable to breathe, they were so shocked.
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A group of cultivators who had been drawn to the divine weapon and supreme artifact, all retreated in fear.
Oh my god, that's so scary!
"Is this blood water so corrosive? Could it be stronger than the corrosive substance on the bodies of the Corpse Clan deities?" Master Ye You only felt a chill run down his spine. Just looking at the Blood Lake gave him an urge to turn and run.
When everyone else retreated, only Yuan Qianmo suddenly walked forward. He came to the edge of the blood lake and said confidently, "I'll give it a try."
"Wow!"
He urged the divine brush of Wu Sui, and in an instant, strands of white bristles flew out like a thousand feet of white hair, charging towards Jian Dao.
Seeing imminent success, with a stroke of his brush, he managed to retrieve a powerful artifact. Yuan Qianmo revealed a hint of joy on his face.
Suddenly, the brush hairs snapped one by one and plunged into the blood lake.
Yuan Qianmo looked at the bare quill pen, his eyes becoming dazed.
The hair of the Wushui Shenbi's brush, a deity from ancient times, was crafted from its own hair and nurtured by the temple's generations of divine spirits. How could it have broken so easily?
As she was lost in thought on the dusty road, a faint bloody mist began to rise from the blood lake.
A crimson mist spread across him, and Yuan Qianmo was horrified to discover that the rules of his holy path within him were being uncontrollably absorbed by the blood mist.
He hastily retreated, but still lost billions of Saint Dao Rules.
You know, that just happened in a flash.
...and only been touched by the blood mist, not directly by the blood itself.
Yuan Qian's heart was shrouded in fear, wanting to flee this place. Even when facing enemies at the Divine Realm level, they couldn't affect his mental state like this.
Gusu Jian calmly endured the immense pain, pressing his left hand against his right shoulder.
On her blood-soaked right shoulder, a brand new slender jade arm sprouted, still smooth as jade. Her gaze was fixed on the Blood Lake and Sword Island, lost in thought about something unknown.
The Night Wandering Master and the Seven-Armed Old Man entered the formation of the camel. Both of them looked as pale as paper.
The old man, with great difficulty, opened his mouth and said: "I have lived for over 20,000 years, and I don't know how many forbidden zones and dead places I have been to. I have never seen anything as strange and terrifying as this. This must be an extremely dangerous place. My intuition tells me to leave, we have to leave immediately."
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Zhang Ruochin was also taken aback, but his gaze was fixed on the six divine swords on Jian Dao.
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The Seven Blades of the Qi Sea, imbued with profound sentience, stirred within.
Even, towards the six divine swords, there arose a hint of familiarity. That aura, was somewhat similar to the Starlight Divine Sword in Hades' hands, only the divine might emanating from it was slightly weaker.
Could it be that these six divine swords are the legacy of Sword Ancestor? Are they from the same origin as the Star God Sword?
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But when Jianzu went to the Kunlun Realm, why didn't he bring them along?
Zhang Ruochin was filled with doubts and unwilling to leave just yet.
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The silence was broken by a melodious and ethereal voice coming from afar: "The liquid in this lake might be blood, or it might not. But it certainly doesn't belong to our world. It contains a strange energy capable of destroying everything in this world; anyone who comes into contact with it will die."
Ji Fanxin, clad in white, walked towards the blood lake from afar.
Bathed in starlight, she was a vision of ethereal beauty, like a goddess descending to earth, her whole being radiating fragrance.
From the moment Zhang Ruochin first laid eyes upon her, he knew she was not the real Ji Fanxin, but Bai Qinger. This Bai Qinger of today seemed to have undergone some kind of transformation. Her entire being stood apart from the mundane world, as if ready to soar into the heavens.
Like clouds in the sky, a chaotic scattering of pearls.
Her appearance caused Yuan Qiansuo and Gu Shejing to reveal expressions of caution and apprehension.
After all, from the asteroid belt of Oun to the Hundred Races Royal City and then to the Jiannan Realm, Ji Fanxin fought against heaven and earth. With his own strength, he confronted the cultivators of the entire Hell Realm.
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Bai Qing'er said again: “To obtain the divine artifact, with our current cultivation base, we are absolutely incapable. We must first break into the Divine Realm. Yuan Qianmo, you are the first in the 《Divine Store Scroll》, everyone says that with a thought of yours, you can become a god.”
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You two, are only one step away from the divine realm. Why not have a battle to the death today and see if you can break through that final barrier?
Only four cultivators present could understand Bai Qing'er's "that step".
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Gu Shujing, her demonic energy surging, said, "Alright, let's have a battle to the death."
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"Very well, in this era with powerful warriors like you, I feel immense pressure and motivation. Perhaps I can truly break through the barriers and reach the divine realm, surpassing all gods! Let the battle commence!" Yuan Qianmo declared.
Bai Qing'er stood proudly, gazing at the stars, and said: “Fighting alone, there is no one in this place who can be my match. Come at me together, I will also break free from the shackles, knock on the gates of heaven, and suppress all the gods.”
Since Gushe Jing and Yuan Qianmo both knew Bai Qinger's abilities, they didn't beat around the bush and prepared to team up.
"Wait a moment." Bai Qing'er said.
Yuan Qian Mo said, “What? Regretting it?”
"I shook my head, "With just the two of you, you're still not enough to be my opponent. I'm talking about all three of you."
Both Gu Shēng's and Yuán Qiān Mò's eyes turned towards Wú Mǎ Jiǔ Xíng.
The majestic Wuma Jiuxing stood firmly atop Yinglong's head, unmoved by the chaos below.
"She said, 'It's me.'"
As a melodious yet frigid voice echoed, a silver streak shot up to the summit of the altar.
A silver light came to a stop, and the straight figure of Xue Ling Xian appeared.
Then, the elderly figure of Hai Tang's grandmother also walked up slowly.
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"Grandmother, how did you get here?" Zhang Ruochen immediately stepped forward, not hiding the fact that he knew cultivators from the Kunlun Realm.
"Haithang, the kind old lady smiled: 'It was Jian Ge who sensed the special aura that brought us here. We didn't expect to stumble upon such a grand battle. It's true, we arrived too early, but perhaps this is fate.'"
Suddenly, there was a loud booming sound.
Atop the sacrificial altar, a sudden gust of wind swept across the space. The order was disrupted, and powerful auras, like divine dragons dancing about, weaved through the chaotic energy.
Guise's expression was icy and imposing, like a world-conquering demon.
The original white hair fluttered in the wind, holding a pen with an ethereal grace that carried an extreme sense of death.
The Blood Spirit Immortal's head was that of a human, its body a serpent. It condensed a bloody sword according to the rules of the Sword Dao, its blade shimmering with sharpness, its aura piercing the starry sky.
Bai Qinger, standing by the blood lake, was surprisingly calm. She had a sense of returning to nature, neither sad nor happy, neither angry nor proud. Her slender frame seemed unaffected by the might of the three powerful figures, remaining tranquil as if in a state of emptiness.
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Zhang Ruochin had heard this phrase several times and curiously asked, "What does it mean to break through the barriers, unlock the gate of the gods, and suppress all deities?"
<<<"The so-called 'Fanli' are the marks bestowed by the gods upon them. Only by breaking through the Fanli, and with their spirit and will surpassing that of the gods, can they hope to achieve the status of kings after becoming deities."<<<
The Sea God said: "So-called divine marks are formed when cultivators reach the ultimate realm in the Four Realms of Martial Arts, resonating with all gods and creating a mark."
To receive the mark of the gods, none are ordinary, they represent being acknowledged and protected by the gods.
For cultivators beneath the Divine Realm, the Divine Mark holds countless benefits. For instance, the blessings of the divine auras. Every fortuitous encounter you've experienced during your cultivation, every inspired decision you've made, or even your intuition warning you of danger, all stem from the guidance and warnings of the gods working subtly behind the scenes.
"But after becoming a god, the divine mark becomes a barrier, restricting your potential. Before becoming a god, suppress the divine marks and there will be infinite possibilities in the future."
Zhang Ruochin's cultivation level was a hundred thousand eight thousand miles away from Bai Qing'er and the others. He could only partially understand what they were saying, so he asked, "If one doesn't become a god, how can they suppress all gods? Where are these gods who bestowed their marks?"
The old woman, Hai Tang, looked up at the stars and said softly: "All the gods are dead."
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On the other hand, Gu Shejing took the lead and attacked Bai Qing'er.
What is going on?
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