C1157 Root of the Solar Meridian!
The Primal Blood Continent's mountains and rivers quivered, while the earth itself roared. The blood sea, along with the lakes and rivers, churned with violent unrest.
From the east to the west, north to south, a vast sea of blood whipped up towering waves. It was as if an unseen divine hand had molded the sea into ravenous giant beasts, eager to break free from their bloody confines and surge towards the continent's edge.
On land, new Blood Fiends were being born within the lakes and streams, hungry and waiting to be nourished.
For reasons unknown, the entire Primal Blood Continent had taken on an eerie change. It was as if a monstrous entity, shackled by some will, was struggling to escape the chains of its self-imposed prison.
Behind Grec, Knox and Quealy, the elders who had been vigilant throughout, suddenly displayed looks of shock and awe in their eyes.
The two ninth-level elders, who had yet to join the fray, perceived the oddity that had befallen the Primal Blood Continent and seemed to have come to a startling realization.
"My God!"
"Can it be?"
The elders exclaimed inwardly.
With a splash, the giant snake, slain by the might of the Blood Fiend experts, plummeted into a vast, crimson blood river. In an instant, it dissolved into the thick liquid, its demon soul reduced to cinders.
Golden Wing Rocs, giant lions, silver serpents, and other archdemons plummeted from the skies in succession. Upon touching the blood-red lakes and rivers, they were instantly assimilated into the sanguine waters, their demon souls utterly vanquished.
In contrast, the Blood Fiend experts, regardless of the severity of their wounds, merely needed to bathe in the river of blood below to be revitalized, emerging once more with their peak combat prowess.
Crackle, crackle, crackle!
Countless bolts of scarlet lightning tore through the King of Wraiths, a cultivator of the Unbound realm from the Devil Palace, as if he were being dismembered.
The King of Wraiths, who had attained the middle period of the Unbound Stage, appeared as a dark meteor shower, cascading onto the turbulent lake that was destined to engulf the Golden Elephant God. Upon entering the water, his demonform sizzled as if seared by boiling oil, slowly dissolving away.
The Songbird Queen, poised to intervene, stifled a groan as blood trickled from the corner of her mouth beneath the beaded curtain.
She glanced down in shock, her remnant soul spreading out like a blanket over the landscape. Then, with a sharp turn, she fixed her gaze on Yu Yuan and exclaimed, "Beneath us, deep within the earth, there seems to be something..."
Yu Yuan nodded gravely and commanded, "Prepare to retreat!"
In the heart of the Primal Blood Continent, a will had emerged, stirred awake by the little worlds opened within the acupoints by the Shadow Moon Essence.
The pressure it exerted nearly stopped his heart.
Having lived two lifetimes, Yu Yuan had encountered a plethora of oddities and marvels. Yet, such a bizarre presence as this will from deep within the earth, he had only ever encountered in one place before.
The Land of Terror, the Root of the Lunar Meridian!
To this day, he couldn't fully comprehend the true nature of the Root of the Lunar Meridian. All he knew was that it governed the cycle of life and death for all beings in the Everlands, serving as the ultimate resting place for souls after they dissipated.
The souls of those born and perished in the Everlands would eventually converge into the Root of the Lunar Meridian.
He was acutely aware that although the Root of the Lunar Meridian lacked a physical form, it possessed both wisdom and consciousness.
It was an extraordinary entity, transcending his wildest imagination, unlike any other being in the universe!
He had always believed that such a peculiar existence was unique to the Root of the Lunar Meridian.
Yet, to his astonishment, he had stumbled upon another entity similar to the Root of the Lunar Meridian in a Domain of the extraterrestrial realms.
"The Solar, the Root of the Solar Meridian, an exotic being born in the early chaos. One Yin, one Yang."
"Yin resides in the Everlands, Yang in the Primal Blood Continent."
Within the little world of vitality, the heaven soul that had settled into the depths of the Altar of Rebirth, glowing crimson like a crystal, deciphered the most hidden message within the blood crystal.
Yu Yuan was profoundly shaken.
He envisioned the dawn of the cosmos, when the Star River was but a swirl of murky currents and the cosmic giant beasts were still nascent. Back then, there existed two extraordinary rivers.
These rivers, brimming with dazzling lights and Divine Thunder, were in the process of refining the chains of rules.
Enveloped in a mist of psionic power, the rivers meandered through the void of chaos, releasing fragments of spirit and scattering seeds of life.
Yu Yuan, deeply shaken, tried to refocus but was met with a searing pain tearing through his mind. Blood had unknowingly begun to trickle from the corners of his eyes, and a crimson line split his brow.
"Master!"
"Wake up!"
Yu Yiyi and Yu Zhu each grasped an arm, shaking him vigorously. He sensed a warm surge of vitality and a stream of pure Soul Power being channeled into him by the two, pulling him back from the brink of the mysterious realm he had glimpsed.
The Dragon Slaying Stage in his hands burst forth with a dazzling light unlike any he had seen before, causing the juvenile Titan Spinosaurus to shudder anxiously.
"Let's go!"
He bit down on his tongue, forcing clarity upon himself, and refused to dwell on the grand spectacle he had just witnessed in this world. Vitality and Soul Power flooded into the Dragon Slaying Stage as he conjured the sheath of the Titanblade with his other hand and soared toward the heavens.
"Chen Qinghuang, Tan Junshan, get off the Primal Blood Continent now! Use any means, pay any price, just break free first!" he bellowed as he ascended.
Deep beneath the Primal Blood Continent lay another anomaly akin to the Root of the Lunar Meridian. This entity was undoubtedly the creator of the Blood Fiend!
Grec, endowed with the Altar of Rebirth, served as the mouthpiece of the Star River, a tangible manifestation of its will. In his domain, within the world he had shaped, how could Grec possibly perish?
Affo, Knox, and Quealy, the elders of the Blood Fiend, had unwavering faith in Grec's ultimate victory, likely privy to this secret.
Munch, brother to the former Blood Fiend patriarch, had long harbored discontent towards Grec, often hindering him. Yet, at this pivotal moment, he unhesitatingly stood by Grec. Perhaps Grec had already won Munch's allegiance earlier on, and their many disputes were nothing more than a tacit performance.
Such a performance, of course, was meant for an audience.
With a hiss, the youthful Grec touched the center of his brow with a fingertip which shrank infinitesimally, hooking into the deep red mark like a fishhook.
Hundreds of delicate bolts of lightning sprang from the lakes and rivers, fusing into his fingertips. The look of agony on Grec's face had vanished, and the horrifying blood traces seemed to have been wiped away as if by an eraser. The jujube-red mark that belonged to Cao Yi, under the divine assistance Grec received, was like jade being hammered—gradually cracking and shattering.
Knox and Quealy's faces broke into smiles. After exchanging a glance, their grins grew even wider. Then, Cao Yi's wildly arrogant laughter morphed into a piercing scream, starting high-pitched and slowly fading into silence, as if he could no longer muster a sound.
"Do you really think you can come and go from the sacred land of the Blood Fiend as you please?" Munch stood tall in the void, under the dark red firmament, motionless, as he watched Yu Yuan, Yu Yiyi, Yu Zhu, and Chen Qinghuang ascend.
Beside him, the three blood bound slaves he had refined were still relentlessly besieging the Golden Elephant God. The Golden Elephant God, having steadied himself, needed to join forces with Tan Junshan just to barely fend off the onslaught of the blood bound slaves.
"If the previous Blood Fiend Patriarch was the favored child of the gods, born from our creator to teach the mysteries of vital energy to all beings, then..." Munch bowed his head, looking at Grec with eyes full of awe and worship, "this generation's Blood Fiend Patriarch is the True God himself!"
As these words were spoken, the eyes of every Blood Fiend clansman across the Primal Blood Continent ignited with fervor. Songs of praise echoed across the hills and valleys, rising from every known domain where the Blood Fiend resided. They were deeply proud of Grec, who, in their eyes, was the True God—the most formidable patriarch the Blood Fiend had ever known!
