Chapter 550
However, the divine sword was aimed directly at the center of his brow, yet the Blood God remained nonchalant, casually throwing out a punch.
The movement seemed devoid of strength, but the surging vitality was like a towering inferno, forming a swirling vortex of energy.
Its grandeur was akin to an endless ocean, eternal and unchanging, capable of wearing down anything in its path.
The sword light was swallowed, and the backlash from the vortex sent the divine sword of the celestial being flying.
That fist transformed into a palm, gripping Jiang Yu's neck.
"Hehehe... I've never seen a true dragon body before. Thank you for delivering yourself to me; I shall gladly accept."
Jiang Yu was not dead, but he had no strength to resist.
The fiery essence within him was instantly extinguished, and divine patterns flowed from his palm into the Blood God's body.
Jiang Yu had a premonition.
The other party was comprehending the true meaning of the true dragon body. Once successful, they could summon a physical form possessing the true dragon body at will.
But Jiang Yu was like a candle flickering in the wind, on the verge of extinguishing.
In the next moment, the Blood God suddenly froze.
A sword tip pierced through his chest.
It was the divine sword of the celestial being.
Jiang Yu was released; he had no strength left to move, only able to gaze blankly at the one who had delivered that strike.
Dong Changtian.
A powerful mortal, who at this moment wielded the divine weapon of the celestial clan, unleashing an unprecedented brilliance.
This sword truly struck the Blood God, eliciting a painful howl that sent towering waves surging in the sea of blood.
Every blood shadow of the Blood God was a deception, yet could also be real.
Dong Changtian had realized the sword of self, perceiving the world through his own lens, thus everything appeared colored by his essence. In his eyes, all things in the Celestial City were real because he had genuinely lived a life among them.
The Blood God before him was no exception.
In short, Er Niu had made the Blood God real.
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**Chapter 625: The Phoenix Must Stand!**
At this moment, the Blood God turned his head, the boiling blood within him showing signs of extinction under this sword.
"Is it you?"
This old man was so ordinary, even transformed into a bull-headed figure, he remained unremarkable.
How could he take on the form of a demon?
And why could he wield the divine sword of the celestial beings?
Jiang Yu had treated the warriors of the celestial clan and the earthly city as pawns, yet this old man had treated Jiang Yu as a pawn, trading him for the success of this sword strike.
But it was fortunate.
The other party was merely a mortal.
The Blood God had no time to ponder; the body he had painstakingly restored was once again on the verge of collapse.
Not only did he fail to expel the divine sword from his chest, but his flesh also writhed, leaving half of the divine sword embedded within him, a powerful suction preventing it from being drawn out.
A blood shadow descended from above, like a malevolent spirit, rushing into Dong Changtian's body like a maggot burrowing into flesh.
The power of blood spirits eroded the divine sword and invaded Dong Changtian.
His already waning vitality now drained even faster, like a riverbed drying up under the scorching sun.
Dong Changtian aged further, his appearance withered, his white hair resembling weeds, a candle flickering in the wind.
At this moment, the Blood God spoke:
"In this Phoenix Domain, it’s truly interesting to see such a unique existence as you. It brings me joy and a sense of kinship."
"You’ve seen it; I can cause your vitality to wane, leading you to your end, but I can also restore your vigor, bringing you back to your peak, allowing you to escape the ravages of time."
"Join me, and you can see the light of the outside world, no longer trapped like a prisoner in this confined space."
The Blood God gazed at Dong Changtian casually, yet his actions to corrode the divine sword never ceased.
Dong Changtian was indeed on the brink of death, but his eyes remained bright and resolute:
"Aren't you also a prisoner?"
"Tsk, you’re not swayed at all. Well... that’s enough."
Dong Changtian squinted.
Pfft—
He severed his own wrist, releasing the divine sword.
Continuing to hold onto it would only hasten the end of his already dwindling lifespan, and besides, the tainted divine sword in his hands had lost its power.
Thus, he made a decisive choice and severed his right arm.
With his left hand, he drew out a firewood stick, a straight piece of wood that now possessed a sharpness rivaling that of the divine sword.
Ordinary and unremarkable, like a child swinging a stick to cut grass, devoid of sword energy or light, yet it slashed toward the Blood God’s body with the intent to pierce through the illusion.
The Blood God regarded this strike with even more seriousness than Jiang Yu’s.
Countless blood shadows crawled up from the deep crimson ground, among which one could even see Han Zhen's face, though no one was paying attention to him now.
The Blood God’s form had long since vanished among them, and moments later, a blurred face emerged from the writhing blood shadows.
"What I said earlier may not have been entirely false."
A booming voice, composed of many voices, echoed.
To Dong Changtian now, it mattered little; it was all the same.
He said nothing, only struck with his sword.
For he had already aged to death; it was the will before death that remained unyielding, completing this strike with his obsession.
Within the temple, two forces collided.
The shattering vitality, the rampant sword energy, blurred the lines, scraping the ground of the foreign land and sweeping the dark clouds in the sky.
The sea of blood and the void shattered simultaneously.
Suddenly, a voice filled with rage and astonishment rang out.
"It really is you!"
The Blood God revealed genuine anger for the first time, tinged with weakness.
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"Where is this?"
After unleashing that strike, Dong Er Niu felt his consciousness plunge into chaos, unable to see his own hand, surrounded only by emptiness.
This must be what death feels like.
He didn’t know how long it had been, but he felt a call, and light appeared before him.
Before his eyes was a snow-white back mountain, with swords haphazardly stuck into the stone wall.
Only on the blue stone without a sword sat an old man, vaguely resembling him, with a wooden sword resting on his lap.
"Thank you for your hard work."
"Hahaha, today I realize, I am indeed myself!"
Dong Er Niu laughed heartily and plunged into the wooden sword.
The wooden sword, which had only known the way of the sword, gained spirit at that moment, a sign of its transformation toward the Dao of Heaven's instruments.
"The question that Su Jun left unanswered has finally found its answer."
"The one who answered is still a hammer user."
The old man laughed as he gazed at the map of the nation.
At this moment, in the scene, Jiang Yu's true spirit had already been guided away by the Dao of Heaven's instrument.
This meant his trial had come to an end.
Moreover, he not only left but seemed to have left behind a mess.
The celestial beings who came had suffered thirty percent casualties.
For instance, Lei Ze, who could no longer maintain the Thunder Prison, ultimately lost to the blazing Huan Lie, who stood firm in the foreign land.
Huan Lie was not faring well either, but he was not inherently fiery. Just as he was about to engulf Lei Ze with black flames, a voice echoed from the sea of blood:
"Stop."
"Yes."
All the living dead, their only means of survival being the Blood God, thus obeyed his command.
"You all saw it; that mortal broke through the void to the real world."
"Soon, I too will break free from my shackles. You may return."
"As for this sword..."
A dim stream of light flew out from the sea of blood, heading toward the Celestial City.
He meant to release these celestial beings.
Not only that, but he also returned the divine sword.
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**Outside World.**
The people in the imperial capital, witnessing this scene, were filled with countless questions.
"What’s going on? This strange existence seems rather nice..."
"By exterminating these celestial beings, wouldn’t the chances of Celestial City surviving the next calamity be even smaller?"
"Not necessarily..."
"I see, this is to create internal strife in Celestial City?"
Among the martial artists, there were those quick on the uptake.
Now, thanks to Jiang Yu, the celestial beings were no longer the same as they were at the beginning, and the Blood God had added fuel to the fire, speaking of the outside world.
Now, Celestial City was leaderless.
Whoever obtained the divine sword would have the chance to break through the void and become the leader of the celestial beings.
Could those celestial beings still unite as before?
The current Blood God seemed to have no confidence in taking Celestial City, so he simply stirred the pot.
"What if Celestial City falls into internal strife?"
"Will Cold Fairy take charge?"
"The divine sword has been tainted by the blood spirit; it’s likely lost its former power... the situation has become even more dire."
In Wanchun Court, many were discussing the recent events in Celestial City.
Some were martial artists, while others were prominent figures from the imperial capital, including Minister Song and the officials under his command.
"It doesn’t matter; Brother Li will take action."
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