Chapter 745

Chapter 745: The Dissipation of Blood Qi

"Hmph!"

Celestial rules materialized, sealing off the conversation between "Ye Yun" and "Blood Robe." The onlookers gaped in astonishment at Ye Yun daring to face Blood Qi Lord directly. None truly understood this Heavenly Immortal’s cruelty—only her former enemies and the ancient Nine Palaces Heavenly Book’s records held such knowledge.

Renowned for bloodlust, Blood Qi Lord had slaughtered her way through antiquity until even fellow celestials paled at her name. This madwoman enjoyed Nine Palaces Heaven’s protection, ensuring none could truly challenge her. Curiously, she shared an inseparable bond with another mighty figure, though they never became companions—a relationship endlessly speculated upon by idle celestials.

Those weaker than Blood Qi Lord wisely held their tongues, but daring peers often taunted her with this matter. Though it infuriated her, she couldn’t retaliate—these mockers stood as her equals, either close allies or sworn rivals.

"Hmph, unpleasant memories resurface." Blood Robe glared at the smirking "Ye Yun," her voice icy. "Even at my peak, this remnant soul couldn’t rival me. Now we’re both fragments—you can’t harm me."

"Woman, you’ve got sharp eyes!" The Ancestor of the Sword Path chuckled, relishing praise without combat. "But Mo Wenxian’s tied to an old acquaintance. Not even you can shield him now." A crimson Immortal Sword materialized around Blood Robe as she coldly declared, "Withdraw, or perish with me."

"Threaten me?" The Ancestor’s laughter died as his gaze hardened. "Target others if you must, but Ye Yun’s mine. Challenge me, and learn the meaning of annihilation."

"Bold words!" Blood Qi Lord’s eyes narrowed. "Did you think I’d retreat?"

"Come then! I’ve longed for worthy opposition since failing to destroy Heavenly End realm." The Ancestor licked his lips hungrily. "Your remnant soul will make fine nourishment."

He gestured dismissively at their surroundings. Ye Yun’s body housed thousands of soul-type treasures—even if their battle shattered reality, that supreme-grade soul artifact could easily mend it.

"Killing Immortal Classic’s Final Form: Celestial Carnage!"

No more words were wasted. The world convulsed as a ten-thousand-foot blood demon materialized, its roar shattering mountains and boiling seas. Seated within its crimson heart, Blood Robe stared coldly at her opponent.

Against this apocalyptic vision, a monochrome Immortal Sword tore through bloody skies—its aura rivaling the demon’s fury.

"Two Extremes Sword Realm: Three Thousand Delusions!"

Billions of top-tier Immortal Spirit Stones shattered as three thousand spectral blades materialized. The blood demon answered with three bestial heads and six clawed limbs, each embodying primordial savagery.

"Sword Domain: Myriad Blades of Mortality!"

The Ancestor’s sword shadows multiplied into countless phantasmal blades. Blood Robe’s manic grin widened—this was her first true challenge since single-handedly holding the Celestial-Demon battlefield against Demon Realm’s devouring beasts.

"Magnificent!" both combatants roared as their attacks collided.

When the cataclysm subsided, only smirking adversaries remained. "Were it not for Nine Palaces Heaven…" Blood Robe trailed off, genuine fondness in her gaze.

"Save your breath—my heart’s already claimed." The Ancestor chuckled. "That girl would skin me alive for straying."

Their laughter held reluctant camaraderie. "Now, about these witnesses…" Blood Robe gestured at the dazed onlookers.

"I’ll handle it." The Ancestor studied her fading form. "Any last regrets?"

Tears glistened unexpectedly as memories surfaced—a man’s unwavering smile through their ascension. "None. My beloved understood me without words." Her soul dissipated contentedly, leaving the Ancestor contemplative.

"What do we cultivators truly seek?" he murmured, confronting emerging Mental Demons. Even celestials weren’t immune to doubt’s corruption.

*

Ye Yun frowned at his Fifth Level Earth Immortal cultivation—gained through billions of squandered Spirit Stones. Appearing beside Shui sisters in a flash of white light, he teased, "Worried about me?"

"Hmph! Celestial bigshot tricking naive girls!" Shui Lingling turned away angrily while Yingying chided her.

The Ancestor’s mental sweep erased all memory of the battle. Watching consciousness return to blank faces, Ye Yun’s chest tightened—this scene mirrored painful history.

"Better their ignorance," the Ancestor reasoned. "Your enemies could crush their Third Level Earth Immortal leader."

Nodding grimly, Ye Yun suddenly staggered as rippling space swallowed him—into fresh nightmares.