The Eternal God Emperor and the Demon Ancestor

Chapter 5 Endless Abyss 1

"Cough cough! Is this the Kunlun Realm? The rules of the Holy Path are in such chaos!" Huang Qiming clutched his chest, the divine blood seeping from between his fingers instantly swept away by the surrounding turbulent air currents. The spatial storm he had just experienced while traversing the spatial tunnel still caused him excruciating pain in his internal organs. He never imagined that the outer barrier of the Kunlun Realm would be so terrifying—the spatial cavern passage opened by the God of Fortune and Prosperity was almost completely shredded by the Kunlun array patterns densely covering the outer space. If it weren't for the spatial talisman bestowed upon him by his father that he kept close to his body, forcibly fixing the crack at the moment the passage collapsed, he would have already been torn to ashes by the spatial turbulence.

Recalling the feeling of being tossed about like a broken string of fluff in the spatial tunnel, his sacred soul nearly leaving his body, Huang Qiming felt a pang of fear, and cold sweat instantly soaked his robes. But when he felt the solid ground beneath his feet, his eyes blazed with wild joy as he forced himself to look around despite his injuries. "The Divine Lord was indeed shrewd; the exit is right there in the forbidden area of ​​the Kunlun Realm, the 'Endless Abyss.'" Looking around, the sun and moon were obscured by thick, blood-red clouds, the light of the sky was dim and distorted, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth churned like boiling mud, and the rules of the Great Dao were shattered, as if the entire world was on the verge of collapse, completely different from the world order of the Kunlun Realm outside.

The sacred energy and spiritual power here are suppressed to the extreme, even a Great Sage cannot break free from the restraints. Only physical strength can be used normally, which is a characteristic of the first tier of the Endless Abyss. Huang Qiming dared not linger. With a flash of divine runes at his fingertips, a jet-black Xuan Iron Sacred Ship appeared out of thin air, embedded with several top-grade sacred stones. The stern instantly spewed golden flames, and the ship sped towards the outer edge of the abyss. Along the way, blood beasts with blood-red markings and bared fangs rushed towards him. They smelled the scent of living people, let out bloodthirsty roars, and their claws scratched against the sacred ship's protective shield, sparks flying. Huang Qiming's eyes turned cold. He casually unleashed several condensed blood-red palm prints. Wherever the palm wind passed, the blood beasts' bodies disintegrated inch by inch, turning into a sky full of blood mist. They disappeared without even having time to scream.

The holy ship pierced the dim sky, its speed increasing rapidly. Huang Qiming looked down to check his injuries, while simultaneously keeping a watchful eye on his surroundings—the eeriness of the Endless Abyss far exceeded expectations, and no one knew what monster might leap out at any moment. Although his cultivation had already reached the top level of the mortal realm, there were more than one divine realm giants from the Hell Realm who had died in the Kunlun Realm, so he should still be cautious.

The golden flames of the Xuan Tie Sacred Ship drew a dazzling streak of light in the dim world. In less than half an incense stick's time, the outline of a blood-red camp was vaguely revealed where the thick fog was churning ahead.

That was a sentry post set up by the Blood God Sect, a top ancient sect in the central region of Kunlun Realm, on the outskirts of the Endless Abyss. The blood-red battle flags planted on the stockade walls fluttered in the wind, and the blood bat totems drawn on the flags faintly exuded a terrifying pressure amidst the chaotic spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

"Hmm?" Huang Qiming's eyes lit up, and his fingertips quietly gripped a blood-red talisman. The speed of the holy ship suddenly slowed down, and the hull disappeared into the thick fog. He could clearly sense that there were at least several Saint Realm auras in the camp, as well as a faint Saint King aura, which was lingering in the central command tent.

After completing the investigation, Huang Qiming's face was filled with undisguised disappointment. He sneered, "Such a large camp, yet not even a single Great Sage. I wonder if these ants have anything I need."

Before he finished speaking, he no longer hesitated. The Xuan Tie Holy Ship, carrying a chilling holy might, shot straight towards the Blood God Sect camp like a black lightning bolt. The vast and boundless holy aura swept out, transforming into an invisible Dao domain that imprisoned all the Blood God Sect cultivators in the camp, rendering them unable to even move their fingertips.

"This is... the Great Sage's Dao Domain of Rules!"

A terrifying roar suddenly erupted. Feeling the abyss-like, hellish pressure, the Blood God Sect's Holy Elder in the center of the camp turned deathly pale. He dared not offer the slightest resistance. He knelt on the ground with a thud, his body trembling with fear, and managed to utter a strained, hoarse voice: "May I ask which great sage has graced us with their presence? I am Xia Xu, the Holy Elder of the Blood God Sect. If I have been disrespectful, I hope you will forgive me!"

Xia Xu's heart was already in turmoil. In addition to fear, he secretly lamented – could it be that the news of his sect unearthing the remains of an ancient god below the outer edge of the Endless Abyss had been leaked? At present, there was no other way but to keep this uninvited guest in check, buy time, and wait for the sect leader to come to his aid.

Huang Qiming glanced down at him, his tone indifferent yet laced with biting sarcasm: "Blood God Sect? Could it be the Blood God Sect, one of the seven ancient sects of the Kunlun Realm fifty thousand years ago?" He shook his head, his contempt undisguised. "A dignified Holy Elder, yet only possessing the cultivation of an Eighth-Step Saint King. This Blood God Sect has truly fallen to its core."

Fifty thousand years ago, how illustrious was the Blood God Sect? Its leader, Blood God, was a peak-level deity, and the sect boasted numerous true gods, as well as peerless geniuses like Blood Spirit Immortal, whose fame resounded throughout the heavens. Back then, the Blood God Sect's ten Holy Elders were all top-tier experts within the Great Saint realm. Huang Qiming had long known these secrets from his family's ancient texts. But who could have imagined that times had changed, and now the Blood God Sect could even have a Saint King among its Holy Elders?

"Senior is too kind!" Upon hearing this, Xia Xu felt a surge of anger rush to his head, but dared not vent it within the Great Sage Dao Domain. He could only grit his teeth and retort, suppressing the oppressive aura, "My cultivation is meager and naturally insignificant in your eyes, senior. But how can you belittle my Blood God Sect like this? Our sect leader is a supreme Great Sage, revered as the Blood Emperor! Senior, you must have heard of my sect leader's name!"

He was hoping that by invoking the name of the cult leader, he could make this unfamiliar great saint wary.

Unexpectedly, Huang Qiming, upon hearing this, burst into laughter as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world: "Blood Emperor? Your sect leader has quite the arrogance! Back then, the Blood God of War, the prodigy of the Undying Blood Clan, was so peerless. When he was in the Great Saint Realm, he swept aside his contemporaries, yet none dared to presume to call themselves 'Blood Emperor'!"

Upon hearing this, Xia Xu's face instantly darkened, his eyes swirling with shock, suspicion, and anger. The name of the Blood Emperor had dominated the Kunlun Realm for hundreds of years, and even ordinary Great Saints would be wary of him. Yet this unfamiliar Great Saint seemed to have never heard of him before. This was extremely unusual. And the Blood God of War? Was that the name of a deity? It was simply unbelievable. He did know about the Undying Blood Clan, and the Blood God Sect and the Undying Blood Clan must have had dealings.

"Senior, you may not know this, but the title of my sect leader, the Blood Emperor, has long been known throughout the Kunlun Realm." Xia Xu suppressed the shock in his heart and tentatively asked, "Senior, could it be... that you come from the second layer of the Endless Abyss?" In his understanding, only in such a mysterious world that is isolated from the world would there be people who do not know the Blood Emperor's reputation.

"The second gradient?" Huang Qiming raised an eyebrow, his tone full of novel surprise. "Our clan's secret records have never mentioned a place like this in the Endless Abyss." He became interested, his gaze fixed intently on Xia Xu. "You've ever stepped into that second gradient?"

Upon hearing this, Xia Xu dared not conceal anything and immediately prostrated himself on the ground, his voice trembling slightly: "This junior has never had the honor of stepping into that realm. However, my sect leader once personally ventured into that world. Back then, after emerging from the second tier, the sect leader broke through the shackles in one fell swoop and ascended to the Great Sage realm! The sect leader once said that the second tier is a complete world, full of vitality, with perfect and flawless rules, and opportunities and fortunes everywhere. Only those with great fortune can enter it."

"I see." Huang Qiming murmured, his eyes flashing with a sharp light. "It seems that the leader of the Blood God Sect was able to break through his realm because he obtained the opportunity of the second tier." His heart skipped a beat, and a strong intuition surged wildly in his chest—the second tier of that endless abyss held the greatest opportunity for him to break through to the God Realm!

Thinking of this, Huang Qiming's eyes lost all gentleness, and his vast domain of rules suddenly unfolded. Hundreds of millions of sacred rules surged like angry dragons, carrying the power to crush heaven and earth, and pressed down on the Blood God Cult camp below.

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The thousands of followers kneeling on the ground didn't even have time to scream before they were instantly turned into a cloud of blood mist under the crushing force of the rules. The few Saint Realm elders turned pale and were about to activate their Saint Power to resist when their bodies were twisted and torn apart by the invisible force of the rules in extreme fear. Their bones shattered inch by inch, their flesh melted away, and they eventually merged into the scarlet blood mist.

Huang Qiming gazed at the hellish scene before him, but instead of showing any emotion, he slowly opened his mouth. A terrifying suction force erupted from his mouth, and the rising blood mist, as if drawn by invisible threads, transformed into countless crimson blood lines, rushing into his mouth in a frenzy.

"Such rich blood essence... Even in the underworld, it's rare to taste such deliciousness." Huang Qiming roared to the sky with great joy, his voice shaking the clouds and causing them to shatter. The next moment, twelve silver blood wings suddenly unfolded behind him, their feathers shimmering with light. As soon as they appeared, they blotted out the sky, enveloping the entire world in a cold silver light.

Undead vampires!

Xia Xu's pupils constricted sharply, his remaining consciousness filled only with extreme horror. With his last ounce of strength, he screamed hoarsely, "You are actually an Undying Blood Clan member… The Blood Emperor will surely avenge us!"

Before he could finish speaking, his consciousness vanished completely into the world, like a candle flickering in the wind.

Meanwhile, within the formidable pass guarded by the Blood God Cult at the first tier of the Endless Abyss, Xue Renxian, the current leader of the Blood God Cult, was preparing to depart for the heart of the abyss to retrieve the discovered divine corpse when a sudden, unseen sense of unease gripped his heart. His expression changed slightly, and he raised his hand, shouting, "Pass on my order! Immediately contact all camps distributed across the first tier!"

The guards dared not delay and hastily withdrew. A moment later, someone scrambled back to the main hall, his voice trembling uncontrollably: "Master! Of the seven camps… only Elder Yang's camp has sent back news; the rest are completely silent!"

Before the words were finished, another series of hurried footsteps burst through the hall door, and an elderly man with white hair and beard staggered in, roaring bloodless, "Master! Something terrible has happened! The disciples guarding the soul lamps have reported that the soul lamps of Elder Jiang, Elder Liu, and the other six Holy Elders all went out several hours ago!"

Blood God Cult Shocking Change

"What?! The soul lamps of all six Holy Elders have gone out?! This is impossible!"

A furious roar abruptly shattered the silence of the Blood God Cult's main hall. The old man, who had been sitting to the side, suddenly stood up, his hand leaving five deep finger marks on the armrest of his chair. This man was none other than Su Liang, the Talisman Dragon Dharma King, one of the eight Great Dharma Kings who protected the Blood God Cult. Among the six fallen Holy Elders, the Dharma Transmission Elder Su Kui was his elder brother, born of the same mother.

A servant in the hall stepped forward silently, holding a sandalwood tray with both hands. On the tray were six soul lamps, which were placed quietly. The wicks had long since died out, the oil was solidified like ink, and a layer of deathly aura lingered over the glass lamps, making one's heart sink.

"This is impossible!" Su Liang's eyes were bloodshot as he staggered forward, staring intently at the soul lamp engraved with the words "Su Kui." His voice trembled. "My brother has already condensed his Dao Domain and reached the peak of the Saint King realm. He wields the supreme treasure, the Dragon Suppressing Cauldron. Even an ordinary Great Saint couldn't harm him in the slightest. Who could kill him?!"

His roar echoed through the hall, turning the faces of all the believers pale. Amidst whispers, fear spread like a plague.

On the throne, Xue Renxian, the leader of the Blood God Sect, frowned deeply, his blood surging, clearly enraged to the extreme. He slammed his hand on the armrest of the dragon throne, his thunderous roar silencing all other noises in the hall: "Enough!"

"Six Saint Kings have fallen in quick succession. The one who struck is no ordinary person; he is likely a Great Saint Realm expert!" Xue Renxian's gaze swept across the crowd in the hall like lightning. "I will thoroughly investigate this matter. All of you, please remain calm! Remember, this news must not be leaked. If our arch-enemies, the Starry Constellation Sect and the White Lotus Sect, find out, our Blood God Sect will be doomed!"

Even so, Xue Renxian's heart was also filled with turmoil.

The Endless Abyss is the foundation that the Blood God Sect has cultivated for tens of thousands of years, and the killing formations and traps they have laid down are something even Great Saints would be wary of. Who dares to provoke them? Could it be a Great Saint from another force personally arriving? Aren't they afraid of angering the Demon Emperor and bringing about their own annihilation?

Xue Renxian twirled a blood-red thumb ring between his fingers, his mind racing with thoughts and a surge of murderous intent.

But just then—

Boom!

The laws of heaven and earth beyond the pass trembled violently without warning. A terrifying aura, cold, domineering, and carrying endless death energy, approached with overwhelming force, like an ancient ferocious beast!

Xue Renxian's expression changed drastically, and his divine sense surged forth, instantly locking onto the source of that aura.

"How dare you! I didn't even bother to come looking for you, yet you've delivered yourself right to my doorstep!"

Enraged, Xue Renxian laughed coldly. With a swift movement, he burst through the dome of the main hall and stood atop the majestic pass. A fierce wind whipped his robes, making them flutter loudly.

Inside the main hall, Su Liang and the others looked at each other in bewilderment, then all turned pale and chased after them.

Outside the formidable pass painstakingly built by the Blood God Sect, the previously dim sky was suddenly enveloped by a dark halo. The halo, like ink dripping into clear water, spread for hundreds of miles in the blink of an eye, swallowing up all the light in the world, and endless darkness descended, even the stars lost their light.

In the darkness, all living beings felt a chill emanating from the depths of their souls, as if even their blood was about to freeze.

The next moment, a figure slowly emerged from the inky silence and floated into the air.

It was a man dressed in a long black robe, tall and thin, with sharply defined bones, as if forged from the cold iron of the deepest hell. Every inch of his skin exuded a chilling aura that kept people at a distance. His skin had an eerie, ghostly blue sheen, as if covered by a thin layer of frost. Beneath his skin, black runes were faintly visible, flowing with a chilling power of curses. The surrounding air seemed to distort and decay because of this aura.

His black robes fluttered and rustled even without wind. He hovered in mid-air, his gaze sweeping indifferently over the majestic pass below. Deep within his eyes, it seemed as if an inextinguishable ghostly flame burned.