235: The next Palace Master of the Blood Palace

Immortal Venerable Changqing now knew that the tide had turned.

If his internal prediction was correct, he had no hope of retrieving his divine weapon on his own.

He didn't have a full chance of winning against the person who appeared last, let alone the two other Golden Immortals with extraordinary combat power... Thinking of this, he snorted coldly, "Good! Very good! My divine weapon will temporarily be stored in this Blood Demon Realm! I've noted today's events!"

Before his voice faded, a flash of green light appeared, and Immortal Venerable Changqing, without hesitation, transformed into a streak of light, instantly disappearing into a suddenly torn spatial wormhole, vanishing without a trace.

Watching the green figure escape into the depths of the Void Realm, Lu Lingtian's eyes were dark with blood light, not uttering a word.

He waved his large hand, tearing open a spatial rift, and stepped in, his figure disappearing with it.

The other two Golden Immortals also silently retreated.

Outside the boundary realm, only the scattered wreckage of warships drifted, and fragments of flesh and blood floated like dust, a scene of deadly desolation.

Inside the Youquan Pass fortress, Ye Kongwu's face was ashen, his thoughts of seizing power and vying for the position of Palace Revered Master had long since vanished, his mind a complete Chaos.

The powerhouses of Minghu Realm also remained silent, quietly retreating to their own boundary realms.

The news that three Immortal Realm Blood Cultivators had intervened to defend the Blood Demon Realm against foreign Immortals swept through the Three Realms like a storm!

Even Immortals couldn't do anything to the Blood Demon Realm, making the Three Realms Alliance's siege a joke. Although the Three Realms also had Senior magnates who had ascended beyond their boundary realms, would such beings easily return to their homeland?

Even if they did act, that legendary supreme treasure would certainly not fall into the hands of the current power holders.

Soon, the offensives of Dao Yi Realm and Nether Soul Realm also ceased, and they no longer dispatched warships to assault the Blood Demon Realm's fortresses.

For a time, the boundary realm war of the Three Realms besieging the Blood Demon Realm fell into a stalemate.

This is a story for later, so let's put it aside for now.

At this moment, Xiao Zhuo was in a dimly lit underground palace.

The underground palace's passage was deep, and on the stone walls on both sides, scarlet lamps, like congealed blood tears, flickered, casting grotesque shadows that stretched to the end of his vision.

Xiao Zhuo followed behind Xue Qin, who was leading the way, feeling an inexplicable suppression in his heart.

An hour ago, Immortal Venerable Changqing's voice shook the Blood Demon Realm, and Xiao Zhuo was also shocked when he heard it.

Before he could recover, the transmission from his nominal Revered Master, Xue Qin, the current Palace Revered Master of the Blood Palace, had arrived, ordering him to immediately go to the Blood God Hall.

Evidently, his return had already been detected, but he hadn't been summoned earlier due to her seclusion.

Now, suddenly summoning him, there must be a reason.

Upon reaching the Blood God Hall, Xue Qin said little, only stating that she would take him somewhere.

Xiao Zhuo couldn't refuse and had to follow.

He already had a guess as to whom Xue Qin was taking him to see—the only one who could command Xue Qin, and who might summon him at this time, was the true Dominator of the Blood Palace, Old Ancestor Xue Tian!

He was gambling.

Gambling that Xue Tian would not act against him.

This was not only based on his understanding of Xue Tian's Dao Principle but also because he had already condensed the Natural Freedom Dao Principle Rune.

Deep within the underground palace, in a massive stone chamber, scarlet lamps flickered erratically, casting everything in shifting shadows. The air was thick like viscous blood plasma, permeated with a heavy, heart-pounding pressure; every breath felt like swallowing iron sand.

Xue Qin, who was leading the way, respectfully stopped at the entrance of the stone chamber, standing with bowed head, not daring to overstep in the slightest.

Xiao Zhuo entered alone. His gaze was instantly captured by the figure sitting cross-legged in the center of the stone chamber.

Old Ancestor Xue Tian.

His appearance was vastly different from the countless imagined fierce demons with bulging muscles and monstrous demonic flames (Xiao Zhuo had never seen his Main Body's true form).

He had a tall, slender figure, and his dark red robe seemed to swallow all light.

His face appeared ordinary, yet it exuded an invisible domineering aura that made Xiao Zhuo's mind tremble.

As he looked up, Xiao Zhuo met a pair of eyes—eyes that seemed to have gazed down from eternity, viewing all living beings as mere grass, indifferent and aloof.

Deep within the scarlet vertical pupils, there was no ripple, only an absolute coldness and supreme domineering power that froze time and solidified the Soul.

Merely sitting there, the surrounding space subtly twisted and collapsed around him, silently proclaiming the immense power of his existence.

Xiao Zhuo's heart felt as if it were clutched by an invisible giant hand; the Natural Freedom Dao Principle Rune deep within his Sea of Consciousness circulated rapidly, desperately resisting the terrifying pressure that almost crushed his will, yet his body still trembled uncontrollably.

He forced himself to compose his mind, bowed, and saluted, "Disciple Xue Hai, greets Old Ancestor."

Xue Tian did not respond.

Those cold vertical pupils fell upon Xiao Zhuo like a physical presence, seemingly piercing through his skin to reach the Natural Freedom Dao Principle Rune deep within his Sea of Consciousness.

Time seemed to freeze for a long while.

"Freedom..." A low voice resonated in the stone chamber, like ancient glaciers grinding, each syllable imbued with the mighty power to shake Laws, "You actually forged your own path and condensed a Dao Principle Rune."

Xiao Zhuo's mind shook violently! As expected, he couldn't hide it!

Just as he was about to explain, Xue Tian's next words made him freeze on the spot.

"Very good." Xue Tian's tone was calm and unruffled, showing no hint of emotion, but in those scarlet vertical pupils, a very rare trace of... appreciation seemed to flash? "This means you are no longer a 'container'."

Container!

This word was like a cold steel needle, instantly piercing through Xiao Zhuo's suspicions about the contingency Xue Tian had left on him, and it also confirmed Cao Yunqing's words about the truth behind the mysterious disappearances of previous Saints and Saintesses!

"The Six Paths Blood God, Incarnations myriad, I alone am supreme." Xue Tian slowly said, his voice carrying the indifference of expounding upon the ultimate truths of heaven and earth, "My Six Paths are complete. You all... are merely backup embryos. If one Path is damaged, a new embryo is naturally needed to complete it."

His gaze fell upon Xiao Zhuo; the cold, scrutinizing feeling of viewing a "container" quietly dissipated, replaced by a look of regarding a peer—or rather, a valuable tool.

"Since you have broken free from the 'container's' shackles and condensed a Dao Principle that, while different from my domineering one, possesses its own profound mysteries... you now have the qualification to truly inherit the Blood Palace's foundation and assist me in achieving my grand endeavor." Xue Tian raised a hand, and a dark red imprint, formed of pure blood light and containing myriad runes of creation and destruction, slowly emerged from his fingertip, emanating an Origin aura that made Xiao Zhuo's Divine Soul tremble. "From today onwards, you, Xue Hai, will be the next Palace Revered Master of my Blood Palace. Starting tomorrow, you will learn to manage palace affairs with Xue Qin."

That imprint, as if carrying heavy destiny and immense opportunity, slowly floated towards Xiao Zhuo.

Xiao Zhuo gazed at the approaching imprint, feeling the domineering will in the stone chamber, capable of crushing stars, and a tumultuous storm raged in his heart.

He stared at the imprint, and the System's identification function instantly activated.

"A projection imprint containing a trace of a Golden Immortal Realm's will! It can be actively activated to summon the imprint owner's projection to descend! It also has monitoring capabilities!"

An ethereal voice echoed in his mind, and Xiao Zhuo immediately pressed, "Number One! If I accept this imprint, can the Thousand Illusions Demonic Art mask it?"

"host, the current grade of the Thousand Illusions Demonic Art you cultivate is insufficient to mask the imprint of such a powerful being. You need to learn stronger illusion Divine Abilities and Revered Master Great Thousand World-level illusion Laws to possibly mask it!"

Number One's answer somewhat calmed Xiao Zhuo's heart.

He no longer hesitated, opening his Sea of Consciousness barrier, allowing the scarlet imprint to fly into it.

Just as Xiao Zhuo was about to introspect his Sea of Consciousness to check the imprint's condition—

"Oh?"

A soft exclamation, carrying a subtle, almost imperceptible fluctuation, suddenly sounded in the stone chamber, interrupting his actions.