Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension

Suddenly, with a whoosh, a flicker of Golden Crow True Fire surged up to the fingertips and rapidly compressed into a palm-sized flame brush.

Zhao Sheng held the brush in his right hand, facing the stone wall. Suddenly, he moved the brush swiftly, and in mere strokes, a vivid portrait of a skinny old man appeared on the wall.

The old man wore an ornate Magic Robe, but it looked ridiculous on him, like a monkey wearing a crown.

Zhao Sheng, however, showed no signs of amusement; instead, his expression grew somber, recognizing the figure as an "old acquaintance," none other than Master Dominion, the Ancestor of the Sect of Dominion.

Five hundred years ago, this person promised to wage war against the Heavenly Dao Sect in front of him.

Yet five hundred years later today, this old scoundrel instead led the Sect of Dominion to join the Heavenly Dao Sect, even actively invading the Tianzhu Realm.

Zhao Sheng casually extinguished the flame brush in his hand, stepped back two paces, and looked around.

As his gaze swept across, vivid portraits appeared on the surrounding stone walls: elders with youthful looks, middle-aged priests with mountain-like auras, magnificent giants as handsome as gods, or simply ominous figures in Blood Robes, all with grim and twisted faces.

Counting carefully, there were as many as seven portraits on the walls, nearly two-thirds of the Tianzhu Realm's Divinity Transformation cultivators.

And these eight Otherworldly Monarchs were just those who had exposed their presence earlier; as for how many Otherworldly Gods remain hidden, it remains unknown.

What worried Zhao Sheng even more was that no one knew how many Blood God's Sons the Netherworld had created.

Alas!

After a long silence, a sigh suddenly echoed within the stone room, and then the room was empty, the eight portraits of True Monarchs vanishing alongside it.

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In the center of the Heavenly Burial Plain, a "Crescent Moon" was firmly fixed in mid-air, reflecting a vast area of cold blood-light.

At this moment, the earth below turned into an endless Blood Sea, where countless pale human faces floated, crying, screaming, biting, and devouring the blood spirits around them voraciously.

Some blood spirits became food for others, but a few grew rapidly in size during the devouring process, developing the Filth Blood Python Body and emitting more intense and glaring blood-light.

Once a rare few blood spirits exceeded thirty feet in size, they instinctively swam toward the Big Pyramid situated in the center of the Blood Sea.

As they passed, other blood spirits hurriedly avoided them, voluntarily making way for a wide "road."

In the center of the Blood Sea, the Big Pyramid, towering ten thousand feet high and spanning a hundred miles, ascended in a stepped manner with more than a thousand layers.

Each "step" was densely packed with blood spirits. These blood beasts bit and devoured their companions as they frantically climbed upwards...

The closer they got to the pyramid's peak, the fewer blood spirits there were, but their bodies were increasingly massive, and their presence more formidable and terrifying.

On the two or three layers of "steps" just below the pyramid's top, each blood spirit exceeded a thousand feet in size, exuding an aura like ancient colossal beasts, their true strength far surpassing ordinary Nascent Soul Ancestors and comparable to top-tier Great Cultivators.

At the very top of the Blood-colored Pyramid was an immense plaza, with a colossal Divine Statue standing in its center, a hundred thousand feet tall, headless but with thousands of arms.

The multitude of enormous arms reached toward the "Crescent Moon" in the sky, large hands of bloodlight clasping tightly at its edges, solidifying this rare time-space rift into a space-time passage.

Right at this moment, a large, round, disc-shaped boat traversed through the space-time passage, smoothly regurgitated by the "Crescent Moon."

The boat slowly flew to the edge of the Blood Sea, suddenly splitting open a large "mouth" beneath it.

Crash!

A rain of living people suddenly fell from the sky, countless live bodies plummeting out of the disc-shaped boat, crashing into the Blood Sea below, causing countless blood flowers to splash.

These living beings lasted no more than one breath in the Blood Sea before they were completely devoured by the surrounding filth blood, sinking to the sea bottom.

In an instant, countless pale human faces surfaced on the sea, adding innumerous unredeemable souls to the Blood Sea.

Simultaneously, skinny, hardened zombies clawed their way up from the Blood Sea's edge onto the shore. A sweeping glance revealed a dense, innumerable crowd of zombies, totaling at least a million.

The newly risen zombies teetered, stumbling away from the shore, slowly walking toward the endlessly spreading thick, grayish fog that enveloped the heavens.

Beneath the statue at the pyramid's top, Di Yi, majestic as a god, slowly withdrew his gaze and focused on the light screen before him.

Currently, this screen was covered only halfway with mist, while the rest had been thoroughly explored, dotted with black, red, and yellow light points, each flickering unpredictably.

On the screen, yellow light points were the most numerous, followed by red, and finally black, which were the sparsest.

These three colors represented varying levels of danger, with yellow indicating the lowest and black suggesting almost certain death.

Di Yi's gaze lingered on that misty area, and suddenly, he spoke with a dispassionate tone: "Have their intentions over there been clarified?"

A middle-aged man with a youthful visage, returning to truth in his aura, stepped forward and solemnly replied: "Reporting to the Sect Master, although our insiders have infiltrated the core of the Central Continent Alliance, we have yet to discern their decisive battle intentions. I still do not understand why the Tianzhu Realm acted so hastily and recklessly, boldly deciding to fight our Holy Sect head-on!"

If Zhao Sheng were present here, he would undoubtedly recognize this youthful-looking man as his nominal Master, the Que Yue Great Priest!

Que Yue's presence here meant that this man had already broken through the God Transformation Barrier, successfully ascending to the rank of True Monarch.

Di Yi waved his hand, erasing the light screen before him, and said icily: "The Sect has already received a warning from the Heavenly Venerable. Your 'good disciple' reemerged several years ago. This is likely the handiwork of this person in secret!

Que Yue, do you realize your crime?!"

True Monarch Que Yue remained unfazed after hearing this: "Not being able to rid myself of the treacherous disciple back then was entirely my fault. I earnestly request the Sect Master to give me a chance to compensate for my mistakes. In the future, I will eliminate that beast."

There is a saying, "Once a True Monarch, the world is vast!"

Even though Di Yi was the Sect Master of the Heavenly Dao Sect, Que Yue cautiously followed the rules, showing no disrespect outwardly, but inwardly he didn't greatly fear Sect Master Di Yi.

After all, once one becomes a True Monarch, the heavens and the earth broaden!

Di Yi, after listening, coldly erased the light screen before him and said: "The Sect Master has been warned by the Heavenly Venerable. Your 'good disciple' reappeared years ago. You will replace this person next time when he steps aside."

Hearing this, True Monarch Que Yue slightly furrowed his brows: "I understand," before whisking his long sleeves, turning abruptly into a sword rainbow, and disappearing into the sky.

As Di Yi gazed at the space before him, the first layer of the light wheel emerged a resplendent yellow scroll from its depths.

On the second layer of the light wheel, a sea of light blazed like a vast blood sea, so bright and dazzling it obscured whatever extraordinary secrets lay concealed within.

On top of the blood-colored Pyramid lay a grand plaza, where stood a gigantic Divine Statue, headless yet with a thousand hands.

The multitude of enormous arms stretched towards the "Crescent Moon" in the sky, with countless gigantic hands of bloodlight firmly grasping the edges of the "Crescent Moon," casting it into a space-time passage.

In that moment, a huge, round disc-shaped boat traversed the passage and was smoothly released by the "Crescent Moon."

The disc-shaped boat slowly flew to the edge of the Blood Sea, and suddenly its underbelly split open into a vast "mouth."

Crash!

Suddenly, a rain of living people began to fall from the sky, countless bodies pouring out of the disc-shaped boat. They fell into the Blood Sea, splashing countless blood flowers into the air.

These unfortunates could not endure more than one breath before they were consumed by the surrounding filth blood, disappearing into the depths of the sea.

Quickly, pale human faces began to surface, adding to the countless number of spirits adrift on the sea of blood, screaming, biting, desperately consuming the blood spirits surrounding them.

Soon, newly formed zombies clambered onto the shore, densely packed and countless, numbering at least a million strong.

They stumbled forward toward the dark, thick mist enshrouding the land and sky.

Beneath the godly statue at the tower's peak stood the handsome and divine Emperor Yi, who suddenly inquired about the intentions of those across.

This tall youth, with a face as cold as his White Armor, unexpectedly found a certain stone room.

He opened the door and soon encountered an elderly man inside, seated calmly.

In appearance, this elder was a dignified man clad in a green robe, whom the young Zhao Rijia addressed with respect, "Zhao Rijia of the Xin family greets the honored Ancestor."

In the Golden Core generation of the Southern Sky Zhao Family, Zhao Rijia was renowned.

For this individual, despite starting only with the three spirit roots of gold, wood, and fire, had risen to become a Great Perfected of the Golden Core Eighth Layer over the course of over three hundred years.

He had amassed opportunity after opportunity and his cultivation rapidly advanced, and now his Lifebound Magic Treasure was none other than the Thousand Flame Tripod.

This was a rare coincidence and a sign of great things to come.

It is said that once you become a True Monarch, the heavens and earth open wide!

True Monarch Que Yue, giving a flick of his long sleeves, transformed into a brilliant sword rainbow that shot through the sky.

Emperor Yi gazed at the light screen in front of him, upon which the first layer clearly bore a radiant yellow scroll lying deep within.

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