238: Heavenly Purple Rain

Above the Blood Slaughter War City, crimson Evil Qi surged like a tangible entity, making Xiao Zhuo's Saint robe appear even more demonic.

He gazed at the torn Minghu Realm barrier opening ahead, and the chaotic, desperate battlefield beyond it, his long-dormant Battle Intent completely ignited.

He stepped forward, bowing to Xue Qin's tall figure to request orders:

"Palace Master! The boundary realm barrier has been breached, and the enemy is terrified. Now is the time to press the advantage and secure victory! Your Disciple, Xiao Zhuo, wishes to be the vanguard, leading his troops into the Minghu Realm to clear the path for our Blood Demon army!"

Xue Qin slowly turned around, her eyes, as deep as a blood abyss, falling upon Xiao Zhuo.

She saw the burning Battle Intent in Xiao Zhuo's eyes and that subtle, almost imperceptible, craving for slaughter—this was precisely what she admired.

How could a Holy Son of the Blood Palace be a hothouse flower? This kind of realm-destroying war was the perfect crucible for forging his decisive killing intent.

"Granted," Xue Qin's voice was clear and cold, yet carried an undeniable authority. "This Palace grants you one hundred Sacred Blood Guards! Take my Palace Master's token; break any Formation you encounter, slay any enemy you face! Carve a bloody path and assert the might of our Blood Palace!"

A palm-sized, dark red token, carved with a ferocious blood phoenix, landed in Xiao Zhuo's hand. It felt warm to the touch, yet exuded a chilling Quasi-Immortal pressure.

As the token appeared, the Aura of all Blood Palace members near the War City instantly stiffened.

"I respectfully obey the Palace Master's decree! Your Disciple will not fail you!" Xiao Zhuo gripped the token, and the blood-red light in his eyes flared.

He turned, stepping off the War City platform and hovering in the Void Realm.

He raised the token high, his voice piercing through the chaotic energy storm: "Sacred Blood Guard, where are you?!"

"Here!" A hundred figures, their Evil Qi soaring to the heavens, instantly gathered behind Xiao Zhuo like specters from various parts of the War City.

They wore uniform dark-gold blood-patterned battle armor, their faces obscured by full-face helmets, revealing only cold, bloodthirsty eyes. Each of their Auras was as condensed and tangible as a blade, clearly all Body Integration or even Undergoing Tribulation powerhouses who had survived countless battles!

The hundred individuals' Evil Qi connected, forming a miniature blood-red Domain in the Void Realm, repelling the approaching energy turbulence.

"Follow me—kill!" Xiao Zhuo said no more, transforming into a crimson bloodline that tore through the Void Realm, charging first towards the Minghu Realm barrier opening, which was ravaged by lava and energy storms!

The hundred Sacred Blood Guards followed closely, like a blood-red dagger honed to its extreme, plunging fiercely into the heart of the Minghu Realm!

As soon as they stepped into the boundary realm, they were met with countless floating warships, a dense smell of blood, and desperate wails that assaulted them.

The remaining nodes of the Myriad Star Lock Void Great Formation were still flickering, attempting to block the invaders.

Xiao Zhuo didn't even look. The Five Elements' brilliance flickered in his hand, instantly coalescing into a point of Chaos, and a Chaos light pillar, condensed to its extreme, shot out with a roar!

"Break!"

Boom! On a warship blocking their path, a large Formation Plate, along with dozens of guarding Minghu Realm Cultivators and the warship itself, was instantly vaporized by the light pillar!

The Sacred Blood Guards were like tigers entering a flock of sheep. Their blood-red blades flashed, each swing bringing forth a shower of blood and precisely destroying the remaining Formation foundations. Wherever they passed, corpses lay strewn, and the defenses completely collapsed!

Xiao Zhuo was the center of the slaughter!

He didn't use many flashy Divine Abilities, simply wielding Law at will, transforming it into various colorful attacks that he unleashed upon the Minghu Realm Cultivators.

Wherever the light reached, whether Magic Treasure, Formation, or Cultivator's Physical Body, all were pulverized!

With every breath, a massive amount of Attribute Points poured into his panel!

His Source Blood had long been unleashed, continuously extracting the vital essence of Cultivators!

The entire Minghu Realm seemed to be wailing at this moment!

The sky suddenly darkened, covered in heavy leaden clouds, no longer the crimson brought by the Blood Demon army behind them, but the despair emanating from the heavens and earth itself.

Immediately after, drizzling purple raindrops, without any warning, began to fall from the Nine Heavens!

Purple rain! Heavenly purple rain!

The rain carried a peculiar Aura of sorrow, grief, and yet contained boundless vitality.

When the rainwater landed on the Blood Demon Realm Cultivators, whether they were ferocious Blood Demon Beasts, massive warships, or Blood Demon Realm Cultivators, they all felt an invisible sense of stagnation.

The surging spiritual power within their bodies seemed to be covered by a viscous gelatin, and its circulation speed suddenly dropped by more than thirty percent!

Their originally fierce and unparalleled Aura was weakened by the sorrow of this heaven and earth.

Conversely, when the rainwater fell on the remaining Minghu Realm Cultivators, it was like a long-awaited sweet rain after a drought!

Their depleted spiritual power, wilting Divine Souls, and even physical injuries recovered at a visible rate under the nourishment of the purple rain!

A surge of indignation and protective will, originating from the Origin of heaven and earth, poured into their hearts, causing their morale, which was on the verge of collapse, to stop its decline and even erupt with a stronger will to resist!

"heavenly dao purple rain! It's the Heavenly Dao of the Minghu Realm struggling in its death throes, protecting its own Origin!" A knowledgeable Blood Demon Realm powerhouse said with a grave expression.

The Heavenly Dao intervening, using the power of Origin to empower its native beings and weaken invaders, this was the final counterattack before a boundary realm faced destruction!

"Hmph! Death throes!" Above the Blood Slaughter War City, Xue Qin snorted coldly, her eyes as sharp as ten-thousand-year-old profound ice.

She took a step, and her figure appeared in the very core of the boundary realm battlefield, directly facing Old Ancestor Jing Xuan, who was burning his Origin and filled with indignant despair!

"Junior! You go too far!" Jing Xuan's hair and beard bristled with anger. The Sect's supreme treasure, the Heavenly Mirror, now palm-sized in his hand, erupted with dazzling light, and a mirror light capable of piercing through stars shot towards Xue Qin!

Xue Qin merely raised her hand casually, her five fingers forming an empty grasp.

That world-destroying mirror light was actually swallowed and annihilated by the endless sea of blood surging from her palm!

She turned her jade hand over, and a colossal blood-jade palm, covering the sky and sun, condensed out of thin air, carrying a terrifying pressure that seemed to suppress all ages, and slammed fiercely towards Jing Xuan!

"Pfft!" Jing Xuan was struck as if by a heavy hammer. His protective immortal light instantly shattered, and he was sent flying like a meteor, smashing through several mountains before barely stabilizing himself. His Aura was extremely weak, and pale golden blood stained his gray robe.

The disparity in their strength was evident.

"Old Ancestor!" The mournful cries of the Minghu Realm Cultivators echoed through the clouds, and their morale, which had just been boosted by the purple rain, suffered another devastating blow!

Even their only Quasi-Immortal Old Ancestor was so easily defeated before Xue Qin!

Just as despair spread, from deep within the Minghu Realm, three ancient Auras, which had been dormant for an unknown number of tens of thousands of years, erupted with a roar, as if sleeping Dragons had been awakened!

"Blood Demon fiends! How dare you!"

"Do you think our Minghu Realm has no one?!"

Three figures tore through the Void Realm and appeared on the battlefield!

One was clad in a starlight Dao robe, holding a horsetail whisk, with a galaxy flowing around him. Another was shrouded in gray mist, his Aura ethereal and uncertain, seemingly real and illusory. The last was an old farmer-like figure holding a giant medicine hoe, but the essence of plants and trees emanating from him was as condensed as an immortal weapon!

Three reclusive Quasi-Immortals!

"Hahaha! Good! At last, some decent ones have arrived!" From the direction of the Blood Slaughter War City, the dead silence in First Holy Son Ye Kongwu's eyes receded slightly, replaced by a hint of morbid, crazed Battle Intent.

His figure flashed, and he actively moved to meet the Quasi-Immortal clad in the starlight Dao robe. A blood-red longsword in his hand erupted with a mournful sword cry: "Your opponent is me!"

On the other side, Liao Hua, the Sacred Blood Guard commander brought by Xue Qin, a burly man whose Aura was as solid as a mountain and whose face bore a ferocious scar, let out a low roar, transforming into a blood-red whirlwind, and fiercely crashed into the Quasi-Immortal shrouded in gray mist!

The Blood Fiend Domain and the gray mist violently collided, emitting sizzling corrosive sounds.

The last Quasi-Immortal, the one holding the medicine hoe, with the gentlest yet deepest Aura, his gaze was like lightning, instantly locking onto Xiao Zhuo, who was stirring up a bloody storm on the battlefield below!

He could feel a peculiar Aura emanating from this young man that made even his immortal power stir, and... boundless slaughter!

"Little Devil Head! Die!" The old farmer Quasi-Immortal took a step, space folded, and the giant medicine hoe, carrying a green light like that of creation, ignored spatial distance and smashed down on Xiao Zhuo's head!