Chapter Eighty: The Arrival

"Battle!"
The thunderous sound of war resounded in the void, ancient Sanskrit chants reverberating, as the Mountain and River King Cauldron stood upright amidst the heavens, subduing the four extremes. The essence of boundless mountains, rivers, and streams, accompanied by the human race's purple aura and heavenly dragons, surged into the King Cauldron like a galaxy pouring down.
A trembling hum rang out—the King Cauldron, nourished by the purple aura of humanity, grew ever more divine and awe-inspiring. Gradually, the Mountain and River King Cauldron became translucent, and everyone could see a vague rune pulsating inside it.
This rune was veiled by a haze of chaos; within the five-colored light curtain, even the human martial artists could not discern its full shape. Yet the moment the rune appeared, the entire realm of mountains and rivers resonated with its rhythm.
"The Post-Earth Dao Rune!" Despite his face being covered in blood-red demonic patterns, leaving only a single vertical eye, when he saw the rune within the King Cauldron, Blood Ancient’s heart flashed with madness and greed.
The Dao rune inside the King Cauldron was entirely forged from the power of Post-Earth—this was the force that the blood race had sought at any cost in the ancient era!
"Luo Hao, watch closely the battle between me and Blood Ancient. In the future, Tiangu will need you young ones to protect it." The resolute voice of Wan Qianyi suddenly echoed in Luo Hao’s soul.
Luo Hao’s heart trembled, and he understood instantly: Wan Qianyi was determined to fight to the death in this battle. He wanted, in his last moments, to guide Luo Hao—such was the integrity and persistence of a hero of the human race, worthy of admiration.
A swish!
Thousands of miles away from Blood Spirit Mountain, in a secret realm, several sounds tore through the wind. Several streaks of light flashed and vanished, instantly rushing toward Blood Spirit Mountain.
“Something’s wrong! As expected, something has happened—the order and laws in the secret realm are completely disrupted, the realm is beginning to collapse!” An urgent voice came from one of the figures wrapped in spiritual power.
“Indeed, the situation is dire. The Blood Spirit Secret Realm used to admit only martial artists below the Sky Gang stage, but now with the laws broken, even we can enter.” The speaker was a woman—the only middle-aged beauty among the group.
The figures moved at terrifying speed, their cultivation far surpassing the Blood Gathering stage. Thousands of miles were but a step for them.
As they approached Blood Spirit Mountain, two extremely terrifying powers began to swell, and even these formidable individuals felt as if facing divine wrath.
Unconquerable, irresistible, unfathomable!
“The chilling aura of slaughter, the terrifying scent of blood.” The group’s breath caught, their expressions grave as they charged toward the mountain peak.
In the void below the Mountain and River King Cauldron, Wan Qianyi sensed the presence at the foot of the mountain and laughed loudly, “Ha ha ha, Blood Ancient, you’ve alarmed the martial artists of our human race. Today you are doomed to die here—the endless entanglements of ages must end!”
Boom!
As his words fell, the void beneath Wan Qianyi’s feet suddenly exploded. The hundred-zhang-tall Mountain and River King body stepped forward, instantly piercing through the void, and Wan Qianyi’s figure vanished from sight.
“So fast!”
Though countless battles had been fought between the two over the ages, Wan Qianyi’s terrifying speed at this moment shocked Blood Ancient once more; not a trace of breath could be detected in the void, as if he had vanished into thin air.
Blood Ancient’s expression grew solemn; his hundred-zhang-tall body tensed. Suddenly, he frowned, sensing a few more presences surging onto the mountain peak behind him.
The seven who ascended the peak wore grave expressions; the ruined summit and the glaring blood stains upon the rocks foretold the dreadful slaughter that had occurred.
When their eyes fell upon Blood Ancient’s hundred-zhang-tall body in the void, their pupils contracted sharply, and a trembling voice burst forth: “Blood Race!”
As veterans, they had not personally experienced the calamity of the blood race in ancient times, but their knowledge far exceeded that of younger martial artists.
The instant they saw Blood Ancient, they could tell that within the colossal body above the void was an extreme and terrifying power of slaughter. The overwhelming scent of blood made it clear—this was without doubt a member of the blood race, thought extinct since ancient times.
“You remnant of the blood race, what have you done with my disciples?” Among the seven, the most irascible was the sword-wielding elder of the Limitless Sword Sect.
Despite knowing his cultivation was vastly inferior to the blood race before him, as a swordsman, his path would not allow him to retreat.
Confronted with the elder’s questioning, Blood Ancient in the void remained silent and grave. Beneath his sole blood-red eye, the world itself was drenched in crimson. With Wan Qianyi as his opponent, even a slight miscalculation meant certain death. To him, the questions of these “ants” were utterly insignificant.
Contempt—blatant contempt. Blood Ancient never once looked at the sword-wielding elder, which not only stoked the elder’s fury but also enraged the other six.
“Elder!”
A faint voice entered the ears of the seven. They immediately turned toward the source, and under the five-colored light curtain, the top disciples of the major factions were found unharmed, allowing them to breathe a sigh of relief.
These disciples, once grown, would be the pillars of their sects; losing even one would be a grievous loss.
“Guo Tian, Ji Rou, what happened? How did the blood race appear in the Blood Spirit Secret Realm?” An elder of the Sky Sea Sect, seeing his sect’s disciples safe beneath the light curtain, immediately asked.
The two recounted the events from start to finish. The seven turned their eyes once more to the hundred-zhang-tall blood-colored figure in the void, apprehension filling their gaze.
This was a blood race overlord who had lived through the ages. Fortunately, his strength had waned after being suppressed by human predecessors for countless years.
“Wu Tian, what about that senior of the human race?” The black-robed elder of the Myriad Demon Sect spoke in a hoarse voice, a subtle, domineering aura hidden beneath his voluminous robes.
“Take them away from here!”
A powerful voice descended from above, entering the minds of the seven, as forceful as a golden command, brooking no disobedience.
The seven were shaken; their formidable spirits were so easily pierced, proving the unfathomable power of this human predecessor.
First, the seven bowed toward the void, then swept up their disciples with a wave of their hands, heading directly for the exit of the secret realm. The elder of the Sky Sea Sect likewise gathered his people with a sweep.
“Elder Zhao, Luo Hao hasn’t returned yet!” Among the Sky Sea Sect, Su Yao and Ji Rou hurriedly spoke up.
“Luo Hao?” Elder Zhao’s eyes flashed coldly at the mention of this name, then he said in a chilly voice, “At this moment, his body has been occupied by the human predecessor to battle the blood race. This is his honor. I believe the predecessor will protect him. We must go.”
“But…”
“No buts, we leave now!” Elder Zhao cut them off, and in an instant, led the disciples of the Sky Sea Sect, shooting hundreds of miles away and fading into a distant black dot on the horizon.
As the Sky Sea Sect departed, Yang Li of the Myriad Demon Sect revealed a cold, sinister smile. No one could have foreseen that, in the years to come, the Sky Sea Sect would regret today’s departure for the rest of their lives.
“Wan Qianyi, show yourself. Your purpose has been fulfilled.” Blood Ancient in the void regained his composure, realizing Wan Qianyi was stalling for time to let those “ants” escape.
Boom!
The moment Blood Ancient finished speaking, a Mountain and River King Cauldron with two ears and three legs, wielding a dominion that suppressed the four extremes, shattered the void and smashed down from above.
Like a divine peak of endless ages crushing down, Blood Ancient’s sole blood eye in his brow flashed with unprecedented gravity.
This was the true beginning of a life-and-death struggle. With no more human martial artists to hinder them, the power of the human king Wan Qianyi erupted in full. The king of men, at the moment of life and death, must shield his tribe with his own body!
“The Path of Humanity is boundless!”
With the king’s furious roar, the purple aura of humanity and heavenly dragons howled, endless five-colored divine light surged forth like holy fire blazing, the cauldron upon which the mountains and rivers evolved, countless living beings offered their prayers.
More terrifying still was the nearly translucent Mountain and River King Cauldron, within which the Post-Earth Dao rune forged from earth power revealed traces of the Dao shining forth.
“Blood Eye Opens the World!”
In this deadly struggle, Blood Ancient shrieked in terror within his heart. The ancient Mountain and River King Cauldron now brought him unprecedented crisis. From the blood eye on his brow, an endless crimson world unfolded; within the boundless blood realm, a nine-tiered blood-colored pagoda fell upon the void.
Whoosh!
The blood pagoda erupted recklessly, blood light extinguishing the world, the sound of the Dao thundered, like a blood dragon of monstrous ferocity, tearing everything as it surged tyrannically toward the Mountain and River King Cauldron.
Boom boom boom boom boom!
Explosions resounded, each like a world-shattering thunderbolt from the nine heavens. The endless storm in the sky buried all, the terrifying shockwaves swept across millions of miles and continued to expand toward the boundless horizon.