608: Chapter 608 An Unknown Person

"Hum—!!!"

A vast, ancient, and indescribably desolate will, mixed with the chaotic and terrifying power of space-time, surged forth from the depths of the Secret Realm, from the direction of those Primordial Ruins shrouded in Chaos mist!

This was not an attack.

It was a rejection and suppression of existence itself.

It was as if it were declaring—that region was a Forbidden Ground independent of the Myriad Heavens and Worlds, a death zone where even time was chaotic and the Laws were different!

"The… Origin rejection of the Primordial Ruins?!"

Patriarch Xueming's expression finally changed completely.

It was a mixture of fury, solemnity, and a trace of… imperceptible apprehension.

His cultivation as an Earth Immortal, in many places across the Myriad Heavens and Worlds, was enough to be revered as an ancestor and sweep across one side.

But facing these Primordial Ruins, which had existed for who knows how many epochs and buried who knows what secrets, his prideful strength appeared so powerless.

Force his way in?

The remaining Origin Laws and chaotic space-time within the ruins themselves were like a death swamp filled with deadly traps and space-time turbulence.

If he were to force a breakthrough, he might be able to tear open a gap, but he would inevitably suffer a terrifying backlash—possibly even being dragged into an eternal maze of space-time or triggering some forbidden killing Formation.

The consequences would be unimaginable.

"Dammit… truly dammit!!!"

Patriarch Xueming let out a low roar, his voice filled with stifled rage and violent killing intent.

The fist he had raised ultimately did not strike the Void Realm.

Instead, it smashed fiercely onto an altar beside him, which was cast from divine iron and covered in defensive Formations!

"Boom—!!!"

The altar, along with the ground beneath it, instantly turned into powder.

A bottomless crater appeared, with spatial cracks spreading like spiderwebs at the edges.

But he could only stand where he was.

His blood-red pupils seemed to be spewing fire, staring fixedly in the direction of the Secret Realm.

His powerful Divine Thought pierced through layers of the Void Realm, but he could only vaguely sense—the aura of Blood Butcher, which was originally as vigorous as a blood sun, was weakening, dimming, and flickering at an alarming rate…

Like a candle in the wind.

Getting weaker and weaker.

Getting more and more blurred.

Finally, under the obstruction of the layered Chaos mist and space-time turbulence of the Primordial Ruins—

With a soft "pop" sound.

It snapped.

The connection was completely severed.

Patriarch Xueming's body swayed slightly; although he remained standing, the monstrous ferocity surrounding him was instantly tainted with a cold haze.

He stood there in silence.

The waves of the blood pool gradually calmed down.

But above the camp, an invisible low air pressure made all the Blood Race warriors feel suffocated.

At this very same moment.

Billions of miles away.

The Blood Race ancestral land, the core Forbidden Ground—the Blood God Temple.

The grand hall was boundless, built upon the bones of countless gods and demons, and cast with the essence blood of ten thousand races as mortar.

The dome of the hall hung high, as if it formed its own starry sky—only those stars were lamps of various shapes, burning with blood-colored flames.

Life Lamps.

Every core member of the Blood Race had a natal Soul Lamp enshrined here.

If the lamp remains, the person lives.

If the lamp goes out, the person dies.

The hall was silent, with only the blood flames burning quietly, reflecting the ancient battle totems painted on the four walls, appearing solemn and eerie.

Suddenly—

"Puff!"

Deep within the hall, a blood-colored glazed lamp, positioned quite prominently and whose flame was originally as vigorous as a small sun, suddenly dimmed without warning!

It was not a normal flickering.

It was as if an invisible hand had pinched the wick—the light shrank and receded rapidly, turning from dazzling crimson gold to dark red, then to a dismal grey-white that was nearly extinguished!

The lamp flame flickered unsteadily, with only a tiny, rice-grain-sized light remaining, struggling to maintain itself in the lamp, as if it would vanish completely the next moment.

"What?!"

An Elder in black robes guarding the Blood God Temple, who was meditating in the hall, opened his eyes in horror.

His figure appeared like a ghost before this Life Lamp, his withered face full of unbelievable shock.

"Young Venerable Blood Butcher's Life Lamp… this, how is this possible?!"

His voice was dry, like an old bellows.

Blood Butcher—the most dazzling Prodigy of this generation in the clan, possessing the Progenitor Bloodline, hailed as the Star of Hope for the past hundred thousand years; the vigor of his Life Lamp was unmatched among the younger generation!

How could it suddenly…

The Elder dared not delay for a second.

His figure turned into a streak of blood light, rushing out of the hall, and dashed at top speed toward the ancient Immortal Caves deep within the ancestral land where the ancients slept.

A moment later.

"Hum!"

"Hum!!"

"Hum!!!"

Several terrifying auras, whose power could not be described in words, like Vicious Beasts that had slept for eons, stirred from the deepest part of the Blood Race ancestral land—

Awakening one after another!

The Laws of heaven and earth trembled slightly.

Above the ancestral land, the winds and clouds changed color, the sun and moon lost their light, and only the vast, star-sea-like blood-colored pressure shrouded the four poles and eight wastelands.

Some clansmen with slightly lower cultivation even knelt directly on the ground, trembling.

Several blurred figures, some as tall as mountains, others as ethereal as smoke, appeared above the ancestral land.

They did not fully manifest their true forms, but the pressure naturally emitted by them caused space-time to stagnate.

This was the true foundation of the Blood Race—old monsters who had lived for tens of thousands of years or even longer, with cultivation at least at the Peak of Soul Transformation, and even terrifying existences at the half-step Void Refining, or even touching the edge of Earth Immortal.

"Blood Butcher's Life Lamp… about to extinguish?"

A hoarse, ancient voice, as if scraped from a coffin lid, sounded, carrying an eternal indifference.

But listening carefully, one could detect a trace of extremely subtle fluctuation.

"Who… could force him to such a state?"

Another voice chimed in, as cold as ten-thousand-year black ice.

The suppressed killing intent within it caused the surrounding temperature to plummet, and blood-colored ice crystals condensed in the Void Realm.

Blood Butcher was not just a Genius.

The special Bloodline he carried was inextricably linked to a heaven-shaking layout that the clan had been planning for hundreds of thousands of years.

If he were to perish prematurely, it would not be as simple as losing a Genius—it could mean the clan's fortune and destiny were damaged, and that layout could face unpredictable variables!

However.

When they attempted to use supreme magical power to cross the endless Void Realm, trace the Karma, contact Blood Butcher, or peer into that Secret Realm—

The feedback they received was only Chaos, nothingness, and an ancient mist that was heart-palpitating and seemingly capable of devouring everything.

The existence of the Primordial Secret Realm was like an impassable chasm, forcibly isolating, distorting, and devouring all heavenly secrets, Karma, prying, and even the most fundamental Soul connection.

"These ruins…"

The third figure spoke slowly, voice deep:

"Even with us joining forces, it is difficult to glimpse its full picture; we can only sense great danger and great secrets. What exactly… did Blood Butcher encounter inside?"

"Is it a human? A demon? A devil? Or… a taboo awakened by the ruins themselves?"

The Old Ancestor who spoke first had an increasingly hoarse voice, and in his blood-colored pupils, terrifying scenes of stars annihilating and worlds being recreated floated.

No one could answer.

Before the Blood God Temple, a deathly silence and solemnity fell.

Only Blood Butcher's Life Lamp—

The faint light flickered on and off.

Tugging at the minds of all the ancient existences.

Outside Yuyao Pass, on the plain.

Patriarch Xueming still stood in place, gazing into the distance at the direction of the Secret Realm shrouded in Chaos, his expression so gloomy it could drip water.

The shock, rage, and suspicion in his heart gnawed at him like a venomous snake.

Who exactly was it?

Was it some descendant of a Primordial Divine Beast that was on good terms with the Human Race and lived in seclusion?

Or was it that ancient nightmare from the bottom of the abyss, rumored to be one that even Earth Immortals would not easily provoke, having slept for who knows how many epochs, that had awakened a portion of its will?

Or was it… some Loose Cultivator old monster who had always been low-key but was actually terrifyingly powerful, having quietly sneaked into the Secret Realm?

No matter which it was, it meant a variable—

A huge variable.

In his mind flashed the terrifying names of individuals across the Myriad Heavens and Worlds who were qualified and capable of achieving this step, each representing a bloody history and boundless power.

However.

This Earth Immortal Old Ancestor, who had lived for tens of thousands of years, could never have imagined—

That this "murderer" who was currently deep in the Secret Realm, chasing his clan's direct descendant—whom they had placed high hopes upon—to the point where there was no path to heaven or door to earth, and even nearly erasing him from existence entirely with a single punch…

Was not a descendant of some reclusive ancient clan.

Was not some awakened Primordial fierce spirit.

Nor was it some long-famous Loose Cultivator titan.

Even, before today—

On the files of the Blood Race that encompassed countless intelligence from the Myriad Heavens and Worlds, and in the vast ocean of Patriarch Xueming's memories—

This name did not exist at all.

And there was no record worth mentioning about this person at all.

Luo Xiaojiu.

Someone who, before this moment, was in the true sense—

A nobody.