599: Chapter 599 Hand Holding Blood Seal, Ancient Netherworld Suddenly Appears

The instant the blood-colored giant handprint crashed down,

thousands of Half-Step Immortal Emperor Laws branded on the palm intertwined and roared.

Each one carried a terrifying power sufficient to crush an Immortal King at Perfection.

The blood-path power accumulated over hundreds of millions of years poured down at this moment.

Before the wind from the palm even arrived, the stellar debris disintegrated on its own, turning into fine powder.

The entire space was forcibly compressed down by a layer.

The largest piece of stellar debris on which Shen Yuanmo stood was compressed into a thin sheet of paper the instant the giant palm made contact.

The crimson light of destruction swallowed everything.

...

Jiuyou Imperial Capital, Hall of Eternal Darkness.

"He's dead!"

A wild roar broke the oppressive atmosphere inside the hall, and the civil and military officials instantly erupted into a frenzy.

The long-accumulated fear and humiliation were entirely transformed into ecstatic joy the moment the blood-colored giant palm pressed down.

"Long live the Blood Ancestor! Long live the Immortal Dynasty!"

"A mere Late Stage Immortal King actually dared to claim we weren't enough to fill the gaps between his teeth? Now, not even his ashes remain!"

"Haha! Delightful! How truly delightful!"

An elder immortal official with white hair and beard laughed so hard his entire body shook, completely unaware that the jade tablet in his hand had slipped out.

His other hand gripped his own beard tightly, pulling it down as he laughed.

"This old minister has lived for countless tens of thousands of years, yet this is the first time I have seen an ant dare to speak so insolently to a Half-Step Immortal Emperor!"

"Now it's done; his true soul has been ground into nothingness, saving him even the trouble of Reincarnation!"

The Nine Nether Immortal Emperor finally leaned back against the backrest of his imperial throne.

The inexplicable unease from earlier had completely vanished.

Scanning the airspace in the water mirror that was completely submerged in blood light, he let out a cold sneer.

"My ministers."

The hall fell silent.

"Regarding today's battle, We want you to remember one thing."

The Nine Nether Immortal Emperor's voice was neither hurried nor slow, carrying the usual cadence of an emperor.

"The word 'Genius' has always been relative."

"An Immortal King is an insurmountable chasm to a True Immortal, and a Half-Step Immortal Emperor is likewise an impassable gulf to an Immortal King."

"No matter how Heaven-Defying his talent, before the absolute Foundation accumulated over seventy-two epochs..."

His words were not finished.

In the water mirror's image, the Blood Ancestor did not withdraw his hand.

This was highly unusual.

According to the Nine Nether Immortal Emperor's understanding, after killing an Immortal King in a single strike, the Blood Ancestor should already be on his way back.

Yet the Blood Ancestor in the water mirror maintained his palm-striking posture, and something seemed frozen on his withered face.

Those grayish, pupil-less eyes were staring fixedly downward.

That direction was the exact center covered by the giant palm.

The Nine Nether Immortal Emperor suddenly sat up straight.

Inside the Hall of Eternal Darkness, the rising and falling laughter peeled away layer by layer until there was dead silence.

...

From within the crimson torrent of destruction, a voice drifted out.

That blood-colored giant handprint, which covered half the Star Domain, stopped even though it had already pressed down to the very bottom.

The dense Half-Step Immortal Emperor Law brands on the palm surface flashed frantically, and hundreds of millions of resentful spirits roared and struggled beneath the palm.

Yet that hand simply could not descend even another inch.

As the stellar wind swept past, the residual blood-colored energy was blown away layer by layer.

The image became clear once more.

At that instant, inside the Hall of Eternal Darkness,

an immortal general dropped the wine cup from his hand, and it shattered on the ground—the crisp sound of breaking was the only noise at this moment.

Shen Yuanmo stood right where he was.

He had not retreated.

He had no injuries.

The corners of his clothes were intact, and his hair was not in the least disheveled.

His right hand was raised above his head, palm facing upward, with his fingers slightly curved.

With just this single hand, he held up that blood-colored giant palm condensed from Half-Step Immortal Emperor Laws.

"..."

The voice of the entire Jiuyou Immortal Dynasty fell dead silent.

The water mirror was connected to countless nodes; the commoners of the imperial capital saw it.

The soldiers at the border passes saw it, and the hundreds of millions of citizens in every city of the Immortal Dynasty saw it.

They saw a young man at the Late Stage of the Immortal King Realm catch a terrifying strike from their Half-Step Immortal Emperor with a single hand.

At Shen Yuanmo's palm, a dark-golden Chaos vortex began to spin.

Its speed grew faster and faster.

Fine cracks appeared on the surface of the blood-colored giant handprint composed of Half-Step Immortal Emperor-level Laws.

Blood-colored light leaked from the cracks, but it did not dissipate outward.

Instead, it was drawn away and devoured strand by strand by the vortex in his palm.

As each strand of the drawn-away blood-colored energy passed through the Chaos vortex,

its color faded, its structure disintegrated, and it ultimately transformed into pure Chaos Qi, merging into Shen Yuanmo's body.

That once overbearingly arrogant giant palm withered, shrank, and dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

...

Hall of Eternal Darkness.

The jade tablet that the veteran immortal official had dropped on the ground shattered into two pieces.

His hand that had been pulling his beard was still frozen in midair, a tuft of white whiskers he had just plucked out pinched between his fingers, his eyes completely hollow.

The expressions of the civil and military officials were frozen at absurd angles.

The shapes of their mouths, which had been laughing out loud just a second ago, were stiffly stuck in awkward half-open positions.

The Nine Nether Immortal Emperor sprang up from his imperial throne.

His face was as pale as death, looking even worse than when he suffered a backlash from a Heavenly Tribulation.

With both hands gripping the armrests of his throne, his knuckles turned white from excessive force, and his entire body trembled slightly.

"No..."

The voice squeezed out from between his teeth, dry and distorted.

"This is impossible..."

A Half-Step Immortal Emperor against a Late Stage Immortal King.

The distance between the sun and a firefly.

How could it possibly be caught?

How could it possibly be devoured?

...

The Star Domain Graveyard.

For the first time, panic surfaced on the Blood Ancestor's withered face.

He felt it.

Not only was his attack being devoured, but even the Origin within his body was being pulled by that suction force.

An invisible pathway of Laws was extending into his body, attempting to drain his Foundation dry along with it.

The Blood Ancestor frantically pinched hand seals, stacking seventeen blood-colored Restrictions in succession to forcibly sever the karmic connection with the blood-colored giant handprint.

The moment the connection severed, he let out a muffled groan, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth as his figure stumbled back three consecutive steps.

With each step he took, the Void Realm beneath his feet shattered into web-like cracks.

Once the Blood Ancestor steadied himself and looked up,

the young man opposite him was shaking his right wrist, as if brushing off non-existent dust from his hand.

The last trace of residual blood-qi was crushed and refined in his palm, returning into his body.

Shen Yuanmo raised his head, his gaze landing on the Blood Ancestor.

"Is that it?"

Two words.

The skin on the Blood Ancestor's face twitched violently.

Shen Yuanmo's second sentence followed right after: "Seventy-two epochs, and this is all you have managed to cultivate?"

He tilted his head slightly and evaluated,

"Your Half-Step Immortal Emperor Laws are too weak, and far too chaotic."

The entire Star Domain fell silent for three breaths.

The Blood Ancestor did not speak; all expressions on his withered face vanished, leaving only a blankness that was bone-chillingly cold.

...

Hundreds of millions of miles away from the battlefield.

Deep within a long-dead desolate planet, inside a manually excavated secret chamber.

An ancient Primordial Bronze Mirror floated in midair, its surface reflecting the clash in the distance.

Gu Qianchou sat cross-legged before the mirror.

He was a secret envoy of the Ancient Nether God Sect, a powerhouse at the Half-Step Immortal Emperor level.

His mission this time was to monitor the movements of the Jiuyou Immortal Dynasty on orders, but he had not expected to run into such a grand spectacle today.

He had witnessed everything.

From the descent of the blood-colored giant handprint to the young man holding up the sky with a single palm.

And further to the Half-Step Immortal Emperor Laws being meticulously unraveled and devoured completely.

Gu Qianchou's pupils shrank to the size of needlepoints.

What kind of Cultivation Technique was this?

The Foundation of the Ancient Nether God Sect spanned countless epochs, and they had seen countless Heaven-Defying prodigies.

Yet there had never been any Cultivation Technique that could cross major Realms to devour higher-level Laws and convert them for one's own use.

What did this imply?

This meant a monster with no Bottlenecks!

As long as he was provided with enough prey, he could grow without limit until he swallowed the entire grand Universe!

Gu Qianchou's Adam's apple bobbed violently, the flames of greed burning in the depths of his eyes.

If only he could get his hands on this Cultivation Technique...

He forced himself to calm down and calculated rapidly.

The opponent had just made a Breakthrough to the Immortal King Realm, so his Foundation was unstable; forcibly devouring Half-Step Immortal Emperor Laws would inevitably cause internal conflict.

Furthermore, with that old monster of a Blood Ancestor being enraged, his subsequent methods would only become more terrifying.

Both sides suffering mutual destruction.

This was the most perfect deduction.

He only needed to wait.

Wait for the absolute best opportunity.

...

Deep within Shen Yuanmo's Sea of Consciousness, the Divine Sense network constructed by the eighth revolution of the Nine Revolutions Spirit Refining Art blanketed everything within a radius of ten billion miles.

Any movement on that dead planet hundreds of millions of miles away could not escape his perception.

The material, patterns, and Formation structure of that ancient Primordial Bronze Mirror were scanned thoroughly by him from top to bottom.

The cultivation fluctuations, aura characteristics, and several hidden Magic Treasures of the person sitting cross-legged before the mirror were completely laid bare to him.

Someone from the Ancient Nether God Sect.

Interesting.

The corner of Shen Yuanmo's mouth twitched slightly.

As if one Half-Step Immortal Emperor wasn't enough to fight, now another big fish wanting to play the oriole has come.

Perfect.

Pulling back his stray thoughts, his gaze landed back on the space ahead.

The Blood Ancestor moved.

That withered Physical Body expanded at this moment, something surging beneath his shriveled skin, causing his dark-red robes to billow and rustle loudly.

He took out a deep-red fragment the size of a fingernail from his sleeve.

The instant the fragment appeared, the entire Star Domain trembled.

The howling of countless resentful spirits spilled from the fragment, and the pressure at the level of Laws was more than ten times stronger than that of the giant palm just now.

A fragment of a Blood-Path Immortal Emperor.

A remnant truly belonging to the Immortal Emperor level.

The Blood Ancestor embedded the fragment into his forehead and spread his arms.

With him as the center, hundreds of millions of miles of the Void Realm were sealed off by a blood-colored barrier.

Space froze, Laws solidified, and even light could not escape.

"Junior."

The Blood Ancestor's voice changed, acquiring a heavy resonance—the majesty bestowed by the Immortal Emperor fragment.

"To force this Old Ancestor to use this item, you can die with your eyes closed in peace."

With hundreds of millions of miles sealed off, there was nowhere to flee.

Shen Yuanmo had no intention of fleeing.

His right hand rested on his waist.

The instant his fingertips touched the hilt, that extremely dark great evolution immortal slaying sword hummed in its scabbard.

The crack leading to nothingness in the center of the blade lit up with an eerie glow.

The sword had not yet left its scabbard.

It was merely a trace of Sword Intent leaking from the gathering momentum of the Dao Slash Divine Ability.

Yet a crack running from top to bottom appeared in the Blood Ancestor's hundreds of millions of miles of Law seal.

That trace of Sword Intent did not stop.

Following an invisible thread of Karma, it crossed hundreds of millions of miles of the sea of stars.

...

Jiuyou Imperial Capital.

Hall of Eternal Darkness.

That massive starry water mirror silently split open right down the middle.

The speed at which the cracks spread was faster than anyone could react.

In the next breath, the entire water mirror exploded into a sky full of light specks in front of the imperial throne.

The immortal officials shrieked, diving to the ground to seek cover.

The water mirror had shattered.

The connection was broken.

The public execution that the hundreds of millions of citizens of the Jiuyou Immortal Dynasty had so meticulously prepared to watch was forever frozen on the image of that young man holding up the sky with a single hand.

...

Inside the secret chamber of the dead planet hundreds of millions of miles away, Gu Qianchou was completely oblivious to all this.

His entire attention was focused on the battlefield reflected by the ancient bronze mirror.

The Blood Ancestor had summoned the Immortal Emperor fragment, and the young man had drawn his sword; the decisive battle was on the verge of breaking out.

Gu Qianchou hesitated no longer.

Five pitch-black Formation Flags flew out from his sleeve, sinking into five separate Void Realm nodes respectively.

Each flag emitted an ominous fluctuation, silently extending, weaving, and tightening toward the direction of the battlefield.

Staring at Shen Yuanmo's figure in the mirror, the light in the depths of his eyes flickered unpredictably.

"No matter who you are..."

Gu Qianchou stood up, his fingers pinching the Formation hand seals.

"Today, whether it is Jiuyou's Blood Ancestor or you, this dark horse of unknown Origin,"

"you will both have to become stepping stones for me, Gu Qianchou."