Destiny is ashes

Chapter 1041 Blood Sky Imprisoning God, Creation God Palm
After uttering those words, the blood-red figure swayed in the wind, as if it might vanish at any moment.

"Father, please don't get so agitated..."

You Ruhui was somewhat worried, but Xuan Guangyun didn't care at all. He stared at An Jing, and in those dark eyes and golden pupils that were almost identical to You Ruhui's, there was a solemnity that was almost like entrusting someone to him: "Mingjing, how can I not be excited?"

"Behind the Blood Sea Demonic Sect must be the Holy Ancestor's instruction, and the civil and military officials in the Imperial Court who have long been infiltrated by Him have no reason to resist."

His tone gradually hardened: "The entire Great Chen Imperial Court, the system of bestowing titles and celestial officials, and even the imperial bloodline, are probably all 'food' prepared by the Holy Ancestor for himself."

“This is the path of devouring heaven and earth, the way of the Heavenly Demon. What the Holy Ancestor wants to do is probably to become the Heavenly Dao Holy Demon in order to achieve his own eternal existence. I am only worried about whether my nephew can hold on... He is probably the vessel that the Holy Ancestor prepared for himself to ‘re-descend’.”

Xuan Guangyun let out a long breath, his translucent body growing even dimmer, as if a great burden had been lifted: "In the past, I was indeed filled with despair. It was an unsolvable dead end, and Mingjing, you were in it too. I was powerless to resist."

"But things are different now; it's not just you who left the Imperial Court!"

He raised his head, his gaze fixed intently on An Jing: "It is also because of An Jing that you are stronger and more talented than the Holy Ancestor, and you are also the chosen one!"

"Whether it's the Great Chen Imperial Court or the Blood Sea Demonic Sect, the core of their plans is undoubtedly the 'Zhaolin Realm' and the 'Ancestral Dragon Scale'—the former requires the power of the Ancestral Dragon Scale to enlighten the Yingtian Immortal Tree and completely transform it into the body of the Holy Ancestor, while the latter requires the Heavenly Dao information inside the Ancestral Dragon Scale to break through to the Lingxiao Realm."

"The two complement each other perfectly."

"But they didn't expect that you were still there in the Scale Realm!"

"To interfere with the Zhaolin Realm, it's impossible to unleash the power of a Heavenly Monarch; at most, it's a manifestation of sainthood. I was originally worried about who could defeat that descending Heavenly Venerable manifested form, but now it seems you can!"

"If it were you, you could definitely do it!"

"In this way, I can die in peace."

As he spoke, Xuan Guangyun's blood-shadow body flickered, seemingly about to completely dissipate and return to nothingness in the next instant.

Ultimately, he was nothing more than a phantom within the Heavenly Mother Bloodstone. Even if he had a certain degree of freedom, once the restrictions of the Heavenly Mother Bloodstone were broken, the phantom, having lost its vessel and anchor, would naturally return to nothingness.

Of course, if Xuan Guang harbors any obsession, he can certainly exist for a while longer.

Having seen You Ruhui and learned of An Jing's strength, he instantly relaxed and lost all motivation to continue.

However, a hand pointed out, fixing the dissipating mystical light.

Using the power of the 'Master of the Four Seasons' to pause time and maintain the existence of the Mysterious Light Essence, An Jing shook his head and said with a smile, "Why prepare to die so early?"

An Jing nodded slightly to You Ruhui, and the girl already understood. She took out the Dao slip made of the leaves of the Immortal Tree from her bosom—the Dao slip that carried the core inheritance of the Great Chen Dynasty, the [Imperial Book of Heavenly Constitution, Profound Imperial Rule, Supreme Return to Origin Secret Scripture].

An Jing also took out a token from his pocket—the very token given to him by the Prince of De, made from the core of the Immortal Tree, known as the 'Heavenly Sword Mountain Lord,' a token containing a rich imperial dragon aura.

When the two are combined, a leaf and a bud instantly become endlessly vibrant, creating a rich sense of life.

Even the fading Xuan Guang Yun was quickly restored to a certain state because of the life force of the same origin.

An Jing smiled and looked at Xuan Guangyun, who was shocked and exclaimed, "Has the Imperial Court gone mad? They actually dare to send out something like this?!" He said, "I think this thing is very suitable for you. Uncle Guangyun, you'll have to be the spirit of this artifact for now."

"Although you say you are just a shadow, a shadow is better than nothing. You and Sister Jin will return to Jin Yuan Tian later. Perhaps there is another way to revive the 'real you'. In that case, it would be a good ending."

"Anyway,"

An Jing turned around and looked at the white jade staircase leading to the top of the ancestral mountain. His voice was not loud, but it echoed clearly in everyone's ears: "I will let you see it."

"Whether you are dead or still alive, you will all see the day when I sweep away all that is corrupt."

Right now.

A sudden change occurred. Without warning, the entire sky of the Zhaolin Realm was instantly stained with a thick, unyielding layer of blood.

On the earth, from the corpses of all the monsters, ancestral beasts, and even the trial participants who had been killed in the battle, boundless blood-red mist surged forth simultaneously.

These blood-red energies, like streams of crimson, converged from all directions and eventually disappeared into the earth.

And then, a hand appeared in the sky.

The sun in the Realm of Scales was originally the scale of the Ancestral Dragon, radiating a glow that evolved from bluish-purple to pure white, illuminating thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.

But at this moment, right in the center of the sky, an enormous blood-red palm print appeared out of thin air, releasing a chilling blood-red glow.

Even standing on the ground, looking up from an insurmountable distance, one would still feel that the palm print was large enough to blot out the sky. If one could fly to a higher place to see it, the palm print would be even more magnificent, and even the patterns on the palm print would resemble hills and natural barriers.

"Blood Sky Imprisoning God, Creation God Palm!"

While recovering from her injuries and processing the inspiration An Jing had given her, Yue Qingge suddenly looked up and exclaimed in shock, "The Blood Sea Celestial Venerable has made his move! Where are the Four Seasons Dragon Gods?"

No one could answer his question.

At this moment, everyone in the Zhaolin Realm—in the forests, on the mountains, by the rivers, on the battlefield—witnessed a scene they would never forget.

A blood-red hand slowly approached, its four fingers growing larger and larger until it finally pressed down hard on the entire sky, treating it like a fragile snow globe.

Each of those fingers was taller and more imposing than the highest mountain in the Zhaolin Realm. They joined together at the boundary of heaven and earth, eventually bending and pressing down on the purplish-blue sky.

Without a doubt, it also has its thumb and the base of its palm, which are buried deep underground.

And so, a blood-red giant hand firmly grasped the entire world of Zhaolin Realm in its palm!

The outside world.

If someone were to arrive at the location of the Huai Xu Realm and the Zhao Lin Realm at this moment, they would see that the originally chaotic void is now brighter than ever before.

An endless, blood-red ocean and a vast, dragon-like aura, composed of cyan and gold, seemingly imbued with the power of the past and present, are locked in fierce confrontation.

On the other side, the crimson 'prosperity' and the black 'death' intertwined, releasing a terrifying power capable of tearing apart the universe and severing the light of time.

The present-day Dragon God and the ancient Dragon God are facing off against a figure with long red hair, a face like a goddess, whose aura is enough to shake the heavens and earth. The immense power of the figure soars into the sky.

On the other side, the Dragon God of Prosperity stood in front of the Dragon God of Death, his majestic dragon eyes filled with disbelief.

The entire area surrounding Zhaolin Realm, and even the entire Zhongheng Dao Continent, and even the entire Huaixu Realm, were filled with boundless strange phenomena due to the clash of this power.

On one side of the ancient and modern dragon god, the azure-gold divine light was like the sun, making the boundless world appear the color of midday.

On the other side, where the red-haired goddess was located, blood shrouded the area, darkness spread, and endless light rapidly darkened and thickened, becoming like water, like blood, flowing and dripping between heaven and earth, manifesting an endless sea of ​​blood and red lotus.

The boundless sky is divided in two by the Zhaolin Realm, with day and night clearly separated.

This is a great battle between the Heavenly Venerables of Lingxiao.

The leader of the God One Sect alone has stopped two dragon gods, one from the present and one from the past, and even gained the upper hand!

Meanwhile, the Prosperous Dragon God is tightly restrained by the Demise Dragon God, who is a traitor.

Therefore, the Blood Sea Celestial Venerable, who had appeared when he manifested in the Scale Realm, now faced no obstacles.

He was able to free up his hand and slam that giant hand, powerful enough to imprison gods, seal the heavens, and create all things, onto the entire Zhaolin Realm!
(End of this chapter)