423: Chapter 423 The Heavens Weep Blood! The World-Destroying Decree of the Divine Temple of Heaven

Inside the main palace's sleeping quarters, the bright red wedding candles flickered with grace.

The faint scent of Calming Incense curled up from an exquisite bronze Auspicious Beast censer, intertwining with the various delicate fragrances emanating from the twenty-plus peerless beauties in the hall.

This vast white jade space was infused with an atmosphere that felt like a localized paradise of intoxicating gentleness.

Having shed their complex and heavy phoenix crowns and ceremonial robes, the lovely wives wore only thin, red wedding garments.

Su Qingge sat on the edge of the bed with her eyes cast down, two touching red clouds rising on her fair cheeks.

Luo Hongyi leaned against the brocade quilt, her long, straight jade legs partially visible beneath the red gauze, her narrow fox-like eyes revealing a hint of hard-to-conceal anticipation.

Bai Ningbing and Lin Qingxue, two peerless female cultivators who were usually as cold as frost, now had eyes filled with the warmth of spring, looking as if they wanted to speak but hesitated.

Xu Chen casually untied the sash of his outer robe, leaving only a thin black inner shirt.

Looking at the spring-like beauty filling the room, the surging blood and Qi of his Peak Emperor Realm began to circulate quietly under the guidance of the Yin-Yang Dual Cultivation Art.

Just as he was about to step toward the white jade dragon bed, which was several zhang wide...

Without any warning.

A deep, muffled roar exploded beyond the Nine Heavens.

This sound was no ordinary thunder; it seemed to penetrate the barriers of time and space, ignoring the layers of the Xu Family's protective Formations to ring directly in the depths of the Divine Souls of all living beings in the myriad realms.

The voice carried a high-and-mighty indifference, treating all things as mere straw dogs.

The entire Xu Family, spanning a hundred thousand miles, let out a violent, overburdened wail at this moment.

The flames of the red candles in the hall flickered violently twice, nearly going out.

“Hmm? What's happening outside?”

Wu Mingkong’s brow furrowed slightly; her keen intuition as an Empress allowed her to instantly sense that something was wrong.

That pressure descending from the heavens actually made even her, a newly ascended Emperor, feel an instinctive palpitation. The Imperial Dragon Qi of her Emperor Realm actually showed signs of stagnating within her body.

Immediately following this, bursts of panicked cries came from the Pilgrimage Square, which had been immersed in celebration.

Xu Chen stopped his steps toward the bed.

The passion and tenderness in his eyes vanished completely within half a breath. In its place was a murderous intent so cold it had reached the freezing point.

“Husband?”

Sensing the change in Xu Chen’s aura, Su Qingge quickly pulled her red wedding garment tight, a look of worry appearing in her eyes.

“It’s nothing. Stay in the hall. No one is allowed to come out without my word.”

With a casual wave, Xu Chen draped a thick crimson cloak over Su Qingge and gave a low-voiced instruction.

He turned around, and his Divine Thought at the Peak Emperor Realm erupted from his body without reservation.

His Divine Thought pierced through the roof of the sleeping quarters, looking directly beyond the Nine Heavens.

At this moment, the sky above the Central State was filled with an appalling phenomenon.

The night sky, which had been filled with nine-colored auspiciousness for the wedding of the century, was now being forcefully torn open to reveal a bottomless, massive gap.

Inside that gap, there was no starlight and no Spiritual Qi.

There was only profound destruction and coldness.

Dark red light poured down from the rift, reflecting across the All Heavens and Myriad Realms in a blood-red hue, like a forest of Hell.

Above the firmament, a pitter-patter of blood rain began to fall.

As each drop of blood rain fell, it corroded fine black holes into the Void Realm. The defensive Formations set up on the periphery made a 'sizzling' sound the moment they touched the blood rain, melting at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The heavens were weeping blood!

On the Ancient Starry Path, those Sacred Lords of the myriad realms who had been clinking glasses and congratulating the Xu Family on the wedding had no room to resist under this terrifying pressure that surpassed a conventional Emperor.

The overlords of the myriad realms, who were calling each other brothers just a moment ago, were now being crushed onto the white jade floor tiles one after another.

They looked up in horror, gazing at the gap tearing through the sky.

Deep within that blood-colored light, the phantom of a bronze divine temple, so magnificent it defied description, slowly emerged.

That temple seemed to have existed since ancient times, surrounded by thick primordial order divine chains.

The mere descent of its phantom released an aura that caused the Laws of the Dao in this entire Universe to stop functioning. The Great Saints and Quasi-Emperors, who were usually high and mighty, felt they were smaller than ants before this aura.

“That... what on earth is that?!”

An ancient Quasi-Emperor who had lived for nearly a hundred thousand years lay in the blood-water, his whole body trembling, his eyes filled with unconcealable despair. He had flipped through countless ancient texts but had never seen such a terrifying celestial phenomenon.

No one could answer him.

In front of the bronze temple's phantom, the Void Realm once again rippled with waves.

Rows of phantom warriors, clad in ancient silver divine armor and holding long halberds, stepped out of the rift with uniform strides. They carried no aura of the living, only pure power of rules.

Surrounded by this group of divine soldiers.

A scroll flashing with blinding golden light slowly drifted down from the highest point of the temple.

It was a Heavenly Dao Decree that did not belong to this era.

Inscribed on the decree was a will of judgment sufficient to erase all living beings in the world.

A vast divine voice, devoid of any emotion and as cold as a machine, emanated from above the Nine Heavens, resounding through the All Heavens and Myriad Realms.

“The Luck of the myriad realms has reached the threshold of overload.”

“There are ephemera of the Lower Realm who have stolen the Primordial Creation, causing an imbalance in the Great Dao.”

“By the decree of the Heavenly Temple.”

“Immediately harvest all Dao fruits above the Saint Realm in the myriad realms to reshape the order of heaven and earth.”

The cold voice paused, then read the final judgment on the decree, every word carrying the lethality to crush a Divine Soul.

“The Xu Family lineage has rebelled against Yin and Yang and disrupted Karma.”

“The entire clan shall be exterminated, their fates erased, and they shall fall into the Void Realm forever.”

Every word pierced the heart; every sentence meant the end of the world.

This was not some Heavenly Tribulation test at all.

This was a one-sided purge that followed no logic.

In the eyes of the Heavenly Temple, these myriad beings and these Emperor powerhouses were merely crops raised between heaven and earth. Once they grew too well or too numerous, threatening the operation of the Heavenly Dao, they would be ruthlessly harvested.

Moreover, the Xu Family had expanded aggressively over the years. Their descendants were each born accompanied by celestial phenomena, consuming a massive amount of the world's Origin.

This behavior of frantically plundering creation had finally angered the ancient existence that called itself the Heavenly Dao in the shadows.

The Grand Elder stood on the high platform of the square, enduring that world-extinguishing pressure with eyes nearly splitting.

The matchmaker's register in his hand had long since fallen to the ground. This old man, who had exhausted himself for the Family's revival, bit the tip of his tongue hard to forcibly dispel the trembling in his Divine Soul.

“You thieving Heavens! Today is my Xu Family's great joy, and you dare to bring such bad Luck?!”

The Grand Elder's hair and beard flared out as he prepared to burn his essence blood regardless of the cost to forcibly awaken the peerless killing Formation buried underground.

Just as the heroes of the myriad realms closed their eyes to await death and the Grand Elder prepared to fight for his life.

A purple divine light, even more overbearing and arrogant than the Heavenly Temple, soared into the sky from the direction of the Xu Family's main palace.

Xu Chen walked through the air.

With every step he took, an extremely profound purple lotus bloomed in the void beneath his feet.

That thin black inner shirt flapped loudly in the wild wind.

Xu Chen went straight to the highest point of the Central State, firmly shielding the entire Family's base and his group of wives and children—who had just been frightened—behind him.

“Boom—”

The Hongmeng Creation Origin Body erupted in full!

Deep purple Origin Qi transformed into an indestructible hemispherical canopy, forcefully blocking the corrosive blood rain pouring from the sky outside the Di Prefecture.

The blood rain landed on the purple canopy, making a piercing sizzling sound, but it could not penetrate even a fraction.

No matter how violent the heavenly pressure was, every blade of grass and every tree within the Xu Family's territory was no longer disturbed in the slightest.

Su Qingge, Wu Mingkong, Luo Hongyi, and the other female Family members stood on the white jade steps of the sleeping quarters, draped in their outer robes. They looked up at that grand back shielding everyone, and the panic in their eyes gradually faded, replaced by unreserved trust and peace of mind.

Xu Chen looked up slightly, an undisguised ferocity burning in his purple-gold eyes.

He looked at that high-and-mighty bronze temple phantom and those silver-armored divine generals holding long halberds.

They had interrupted his long-prepared wedding of the century.

They had frightened his roomful of lovely wives who were halfway undressed.

Even if the Heavenly Dao itself came to settle this debt, it could never appease the foul mood in his heart.

“The Heavenly Temple?”

Xu Chen let out a cold laugh.

The sound waves of his Peak Emperor Realm transformed into physical ripples, directly shattering several drops of blood rain suspended in mid-air.

“What a grand display of power.”

He raised his right hand and pointed at that high-and-mighty decree deep in the firmament, his tone chilling and filled with a violence that made heaven and earth tremble.

“Tonight is this Emperor's wedding night.”

“Since you've disturbed my mood, never mind a broken decree of yours.”

“Even if the Heavenly Dao itself were here, I would skin it alive today!”