Chapter Seventy-Nine: Blood Eyes Versus the Sovereign Cauldron of Mountains and Rivers

"Within the human race, all carry the blood of war!"

Wan Qianyi's words rang out with a metallic, bloody resonance. In the war of the races, there was no fairness to be spoken of. As the Human King, his duty was to put the interests of humanity above all else; everything else was mere illusion.

A thunderous roar erupted. A single hand seemed to cover the heavens, and the entire Blood Spirit Secret Realm was enveloped in the blazing golden radiance of a colossal palm. Its majestic might outshone even the brightest sun. Within the five-colored barrier, the human warriors felt as though they heard the wrathful cries from an ancient era, and sensed an indomitable will that could not be resisted.

“What an extraordinary martial art!” Within the barrier, Feng Wuhen of the Western Ridge uttered his admiration. It was said that the heritage of the Western Ridge could rival the most ancient sects—this was no mere rumor. Judging by the techniques Feng Wuhen had witnessed, Wan Qianyi's skill was even more terrifying than the legendary ultimate techniques of the Western Ridge. Yet, as Human King, any martial art in his hands gained a transcendent power, transforming the ordinary into the miraculous.

All those under the five-colored barrier felt a storm raging within their hearts. Whether it was the terrifying strength of Wan Qianyi or Xue Gu, or the martial skills displayed by these two titans, all shook them to their very core.

A dazzling golden light swept across the world, a storm of gold that shattered the sky. Above the void, the Mountain and River King Cauldron erupted with five-colored divine light. Wan Qianyi, like a peerless Kunpeng, charged in fury at Xue Gu—a Kunpeng’s wrath could slaughter ten thousand miles in blood.

“Mountain and River Seal!”

With a thunderous shout, Wan Qianyi’s ten fingers interlocked once more. An ancient, weighty aura surged from his hands as the earthy-yellow cauldron-shaped seal manifested again. With a motion like thunder, he brought his hands crashing down as if supporting the sky, and the Mountain and River Seal shook the void as it bore down upon Xue Gu. At the same time, strange Dao patterns emerged behind him, piercing through the void.

“Not good!”

A cauldron-shaped seal suddenly expanded in his pupils, and Xue Gu felt an overwhelming sense of danger—a primal instinct. For one of his cultivation to feel such instinctual dread was most unusual.

“The Dao patterns of Earth lock down the void—cursed power!” Xue Gu, by reflex, tried to tear through the void to evade this fatal blow, only to discover that the space around him was already sealed by those ancient, mottled Dao patterns, exuding an eternal, heavy aura.

With a resounding crash, the Mountain and River Seal struck down at Xue Gu. A terrifying storm of spiritual power exploded, engulfing him. The skies and clouds boiled; heaven and earth changed color, as if countless atomic blasts had detonated at once.

Amid the terrible storm, the collapse of the Blood Spirit Secret Realm could no longer be halted—chaotic thunder and currents of the void were dispersed by sheer force, and before any void hurricane could form, it was already torn apart.

“Did we succeed?” As they witnessed the apocalyptic storm of spiritual power, the human warriors within the five-colored barrier gazed, awestruck and reverent, at the lone figure standing beneath the Mountain and River King Cauldron.

At this moment, that figure was like a pillar propping up the heavens, unshakable—giving the sense that even alone, he could hold up the sky.

Above the void, Wan Qianyi’s eyes calmly watched the raging spiritual tempest. His heart was neither joyful nor sorrowful, but his expression was tense; a gravity appeared in his eyes that had never been there before.

“He’s done it!” Luo Hao’s spirit rang out with excitement from within Wan Qianyi’s soul; to witness firsthand the duel of two peerless titans was a privilege. Especially so for Luo Hao, who was the closest to the battle, and who could truly feel the dreadful might of that thunderous blow.

It was no exaggeration to say that the current spiritual storm would annihilate any cultivator of the Heavenly Firmament Realm with even the slightest touch.

Suddenly, two streaks of blood light shot through the storm, piercing towards Wan Qianyi. Even the Dao patterns locking the void were torn asunder in that instant.

A flash of blood filled his vision; five-colored divine light rose around Wan Qianyi, forming a protective layer, but the two beams of blood light were incomparably fierce. The divine light was pierced, and Wan Qianyi was struck hard, sent hurtling back hundreds of yards. His face paled, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

A mad, chilling laughter swept through the air like a frigid winter wind, making all who heard it shiver. Murderous intent surged like a tidal wave as a streak of blood light burst through the tempest.

“Blood Fiend Heavens, Yama Perishes!”

A hateful roar echoed. The next instant, an endless sea of blood appeared in the sky, nearly submerging the world. Countless blood spirits rose from its depths, countless wronged souls howling. A crimson-haired cyclone swept through the secret realm, turning thousands of miles to scorched earth, eradicating all life.

Gasps of horror erupted among the human warriors—though the red cyclone could not breach the five-colored barrier, all drew sharp breaths. Beneath that crimson storm, even Yama himself would perish.

In the sky, Wan Qianyi’s expression was grave. The blood holes in his shoulders oozed with the power of the blood race, corroding his body like a curse.

“Are you all right, elder?” Luo Hao asked anxiously as he saw Wan Qianyi wounded—after all, it was his own body. Fortunately, Wan Qianyi’s words put him somewhat at ease.

Xue Gu’s hundred-zhang tall body suddenly surged with power. Golden blood patterns writhed across his skin, like worms, his eyes blood-red and weeping. He glared at Wan Qianyi with hatred.

In a flash, Xue Gu’s gigantic form stepped forward, vanishing as if by teleportation. Behind him, the void collapsed, even the nodes of space destroyed.

“Blood Yama True Art!”

For the first time, a look of true gravity appeared on Wan Qianyi’s face. He knew well that the Blood Yama True Art was the royal lineage’s ultimate martial art, greatly enhancing the blood race’s might. During the ancient Blood Slaughter Calamity, this art was said to have slaughtered millions, rivers running with blood for thousands of miles. Some called it the Yama Martial Art, and many races feared it.

“Mountain and River King Cauldron, suppress the world!”

Faced with the onslaught, Wan Qianyi acted. Ancient and mysterious runes flickered between his hands, and atop his head, the Mountain and River King Cauldron began to tremble violently.

The cauldron swelled in the wind, reaching a hundred yards in size. On its four walls, endless landscapes seemed to come alive, an ancient, eternal tapestry spreading across the void.

“Go!”

With a thunderous roar, Wan Qianyi pushed the Mountain and River King Cauldron to its limit. The ancient cauldron crashed forward, shattering the void before it, like Gong Gong smashing against the Immortal Mountain, carrying the force to topple mountains as it struck towards Xue Gu.

Amid the endless blood-red, within the sweeping crimson cyclone, Xue Gu’s colossal body howled like a Yama of blood. Wreathed in red, he threw a punch that swept across three thousand miles, as if to shatter the world itself.

It was as if two ancient worlds were colliding—one, the ancient Mountain and River King Cauldron, the other, the endless blood-red storm. With a deafening roar, they crashed together.

Blood and crimson wind dispersed in ruin; the cauldron’s shining landscapes faded, and both Wan Qianyi and Xue Gu roared with fury.

The two were locked in a stalemate, but Wan Qianyi clearly held back, mindful that the human warriors beneath the barrier could never withstand the destructive shockwaves of such a battle.

A wicked grin curled at the corner of Xue Gu’s blood-marked face. Suddenly, beneath Wan Qianyi’s gaze, his blood-red eyes fused into one. Then, a bloody fissure split open at the center of his brow.

A blood-red eye opened. As it did, a mournful wail echoed through the heavens and earth of the Blood Spirit Secret Realm. A vision of massacre unfolded: endless gods and demons slaughtering each other, blood flowing until it drowned the highest peaks, mountains of white bone piled so high they could not be scaled. Upon the summit of the bone mountain, a vague, blood-colored figure stood alone, as if an incarnation of the blood path, gazing down upon all living things.

Instantly, all the human warriors within the barrier coughed blood; some even had their spirits shattered, their will destroyed. What they saw was beyond mortal comprehension—a supreme taboo.

Even Wan Qianyi, the Human King, narrowed his eyes at the sight: “The power of the Blood Eye. As expected of the royal bloodline, you’ve evolved this art to such a realm. I cannot allow you to live any longer!”

“Mountain and River King Cauldron—man and cauldron as one!”

At this moment, Wan Qianyi’s expression grew incomparably solemn. With a low shout, the next instant, three blossoms of Dao bloomed atop Luo Hao’s head, myriad laws resounded in unison.

A furious dragon’s roar echoed—the purple Celestial Dragon of humanity, carrying the boundless purple qi of the human race, surged endlessly into the ancient cauldron. The ancient vessel seemed to ignite, and upon its walls, countless ancestors lifted their voices in ritual chant, as if an eternal Sanskrit hymn was being sung.