Capítulo 1093: Chapter 622: Blood Robe God Master (Part 2)
Of course—
The so-called transcendence is still too distant for Gu Qingfeng now, almost akin to a mythical legend.
Let alone transcendence, even the Immortal Twelve Realms appear rather unattainable to him, who has just stepped into the Nine Tribulations.
What is genuinely urgent and important for Gu Qingfeng at this mont is first to breakthrough that barrier and prove immortality!
Only by stepping into immortality, undergoing a fundantal transformation in life form, and wielding the authority of the Great Tao, can he truly attain the absolute power to control the big picture and qualify to envision farther landscapes.
The battle with the Taixu Divine Master, along with subsequently slaying nurous evil gods from the Seven Sins Divine Country and devouring a vast amount of evil god essence, has given Gu Qingfeng new insights into the Netherworld Path he wields.
Combat is the best teacher; the fight between life and death and the extre utilization of power often touch on the essence of the Great Tao.
Especially with the continuous transformation and growth of the Underworld, its Netherworld Law becoming more perfect, and the Reincarnation Order initially established, as the Lord of the Underworld and master of the Netherworld Path, Gu Qingfeng naturally receives endless benefits and feedback from it.
The growth of the Underworld is an extension and strengthening of his Great Tao.
With such opportunities laid before him, how could Gu Qingfeng let them slip away?
Thus.
After successfully relocating the Mystic Sky Immortal Realm to the frontier and stabilizing the situation initially, Gu Qingfeng imdiately entered a state of deep seclusion.
He intends to digest the gains from this battle, leveraging the transformation of the Underworld to progress further on the foundation of the Nine Tribulations.
…
While Gu Qingfeng imrses himself in seclusion, unconcerned with external affairs, the vast battleground of the Endless Immortal Domain shows no sign of the war waning but rather an escalation, indicating it might spread wider.
The strong presence and thunderous deterrence of the Mystic Sky Immortal Dynasty have made many surrounding evil god nations cautious, not daring to confront directly, temporarily restraining their flags and drums.
Yet, this suppressed fury hasn’t vanished; instead, it’s simring within the Evil God Clan.
Unable to deal with the tough nut of the Mystic Sky Immortal Dynasty for now, they vent this monstrous fury and murderous desire onto other human forces and territories.
Picking the soft fruits is always the choice!
Thus.
The conflicts and wars between the Human Clan and evil gods on other long frontiers instantly beca more intense and brutal.
The slaughter between both sides reached a feverish stage.
Every mont, countless cultivators fall into the starry sky, staining the stars with blood.
Age-old forces that have existed for millions of years see their mountain gates shattered and their legacies broken under the siege of the evil god army.
Similarly, so arrogant evil god nations bleed from their divine lords under the fearless counterattack of the human coalition, seeing their territories crumble.
The vast Endless Immortal Domain, along with the extensive frontier regions, is shrouded by a dense atmosphere of blood and destruction!
The clouds of war have never been this heavy.
…
At the sa ti.
In the Immortal Divine Country, located deep within the darkest and filthiest origins of the universe.
Inside an ancient divine hall entirely made of dark red, strange divine crystals that seem to solidify blood.
The center of the divine hall does not house an ordinary altar or throne but an unimaginably enormous Blood Pool.
This Blood Pool seems to form its world, its viscous, scarlet blood surging and boiling like an ocean wave!
Upon closer inspection, countless twisted, agonized faces appear to be floating and wailing in the blood!
It is the remnant wills, grievances, and life essence gathered from the fall of billions of beings!
Its horrifying abundance could fill an entire galaxy.
At the heart of the Blood Pool, an ancient Divine Lord, clothed in a simple yet seemingly pure blood-ford robe, sits cross-legged atop the blood waves.
His eyes are tightly closed, his face serene.
Beneath him, the Blood Pool behaves as if alive, transforming into nurous blood streams and waterfalls, madly pouring into his body.
Mysteriously, the Blood Pool, vast as a star river, is akin to a bottomless black hole abyss in his body.
No matter how much blood flows in, his body shows no sign of saturation.
It is unknown how much ti has passed.
Possibly a century, possibly ten thousand years.
The originally surging, nearly endless Blood Pool visibly drops in water level, finally becoming thin and dim until it dries up entirely, exposing the pool bottom made of countless bones and resentful souls gathered to form the dark red base.
At the sa mont the Blood Pool dries up.
The Blood Robe God Master at the center of the Blood Pool slowly opens his eyes.
“Buzz—”
With just the simple action of opening its eyes, the entire void of the Red Temple trembled violently, as if unable to withstand the terrifying will and power contained within those eyes.
The massive temple doors, which had remained tightly closed for countless ages, also emitted a heavy rumble and suddenly swung open to both sides.
The several powerful Evil Gods who had been waiting outside the temple sensed the change in the temple’s aura and the opening of the doors. They were all visibly shaken, hurriedly tidying their robes, and quickly entered the temple. They bowed respectfully to the figure at the center of the Blood Pool.
“Greetings, Immortal God Master!”
Their voices were filled with reverence and a hint of undisguisable fear.
The Blood Robe God Master’s gaze swept coldly over the kneeling God Masters below, and he spoke slowly, his voice so calm that it revealed no hint of emotional fluctuation, yet it carried a chill that penetrated to the bone.
“This sovereign requires at least one hundred trillion Human Clan cultivators’ Essence Blood to transcend the Immortal Divine Tribulation.”
“Within one hundred thousand years, you must collect one hundred trillion Human Clan Essence Blood for this sovereign without fail.”
One hundred trillion Human Clan Essence Blood!
And it must be gathered within one hundred thousand years!
Upon hearing this, the expressions of the several powerful God Masters below changed abruptly.
One hundred trillion!
This is a cosmic figure!
And with only one hundred thousand years to gather it all, the ti is indeed tight.
“What?”
The Blood Robe God Master frowned slightly, a hint of displeasure flashing in his eyes.
In an instant!
The entire temple’s void shook violently, as if the Heavenly Dao was enraged! An unimaginably terrifying pressure, as if condensed from endless seas of blood and mountains of corpses, suddenly descended, heavily pressing down on those God Masters!
“Thud!”
Under this pressure, the bodies of several powerful God Masters trembled, their knees buckling involuntarily, nearly causing them to kneel directly to the ground.
Their faces turned crimson, their blood boiling, and their Divine Souls felt as if pierced by billions of blood needles, causing them imnse pain!
One of the God Masters, who was slightly weaker in strength, endured the excruciating pain and fear, trembling as he attempted to explain.
“Immor… Immortal God Master, please forgive… the amount of one hundred trillion Human Clan Essence Blood is truly vast, and the ti of one hundred thousand years is indeed sowhat tight. Could the God Master allow a little more ti…?”
“Allow more ti?”
The Blood Robe God Master’s gaze turned cold, as if a scene of seas of blood and mountains of corpses erged from the depths of his abyss-like eyes, accompanied by a tangible murderous intent that burst forth in a red hue! The temperature of the entire temple abruptly dropped to freezing.
His voice had turned indifferent and extrely cruel, like ice ford over millennia.
“One hundred thousand years is the last deadline this sovereign gives you!”
“If, within one hundred thousand years, you fail to present the full amount of one hundred trillion Human Clan Essence Blood…”
His gaze, as sharp as a blood blade, swept over the trembling God Masters below.
“Then use your Divine Blood to fill the missing portion, to assist this sovereign in transcending the Immortal Divine Tribulation!”
Upon hearing this.
It was as if a death sentence had been pronounced!
The bodies of the God Masters below trembled violently again, their faces becoming as pale as paper, devoid of any trace of blood.
They knew very well that the Immortal God Master before them, known for his ruthless and cruel nature and his unwavering words, was not making a joke.
If they, as God Masters, could not collect that terrifying amount of Human Clan Essence Blood within one hundred thousand years, the outco was already foreseeable.
To such a supre existence, who views all life as ants and blades of grass, even the so-called top God Masters are rely stronger ants that can be easily crushed and used as cultivation fodder.
In the long history of the Evil God Clan, countless God Masters have perished at the hands of this Blood Robe God Master, their Divine Blood transford into nourishnt for his cultivation!
Therefore.
They dared not gamble on whether he would show leniency or rember past sentints.
Failure?
That would be a dead end!
And it would be the most tragic death, both in body and spirit, becoming a stepping stone for others to transcend tribulation.
“We obey the God Master’s Dharma Decree! We will exert all our efforts to ensure that the Essence Blood is delivered in full within one hundred thousand years!”
Several God Masters dared not voice any disagreent or hesitation, hurriedly trembling as they accepted the command.
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