613: Chapter 613 As long as the green hills stand, the flame of revolution will never die out

Blood Butcher was completely stunned, his brain seemingly pressed into pause mode by that nonchalant sentence.

A moment later, a bitter laugh mixed with pain, self-mockery, and unspeakable shock spilled from his blood-stained lips.

Arrogance?

Or unshakable confidence?

He could not tell.

But the two punches outside the main hall—especially the second punch, thrown with the pure violence of the Heavenly Horned Ant's peak strength without the glorious golden light of the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body suppressing the universe—had smashed a certain realization deep into his Divine Soul.

This is a terror that transcends Realms and points directly to the Origin of power.

Therefore, when Luo Xiaojiu said that sentence in such a calm tone, Blood Butcher absurdly felt that it was not empty talk, but... a statement of fact.

He lowered his head, looking at his dilapidated body, which was held together only by a strand of unyielding blood Qi, and hesitated no more.

Dragging this nearly falling-apart body, he limped, yet took firm steps to follow the slender back ahead that seemed capable of supporting the heavens and earth.

Just then, above the firmament, the light rain grew more torrential.

It was no longer sporadic specks of light, but a golden torrent like a reversed Heavenly River, gently washing over this ancient Secret Realm.

Wisps of golden light sprinkled onto Blood Butcher's upturned flesh and broken bone fragments, bringing a coolness and comfort that seeped into his marrow.

He could clearly see that at the edges of those horrifying wounds, granulation tissue was wriggling, growing, and closing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Unlike the overbearing and scorching self-healing of the Blood Clan's blood Qi, the power of this light rain was gentler and purer, like spiritual liquid from a mother's womb, nourishing the most fundamental vitality without leaving any hidden dangers.

"A treasure land... a true Blessed Land." Blood Butcher sighed inwardly.

Unfortunately, this gift was unworthy of attention to those Cultivators whose wisdom was blinded by greed and who only saw the great cauldron spewing divine light.

They chased crazily, but missed the most precious healing along the way.

As his thoughts drifted, Luo Xiaojiu had stopped on the shady side of a small hill.

The hill was not high, covered entirely in strange moss emitting a faint blue fluorescence; stepping on it was as soft as the finest velvet carpet, slightly dispelling the chill in his body.

She found a flat rock, sat cross-legged, and patted the empty space beside her.

"Sit down."

The voice still had no ups and downs, but carried an unquestionable tone.

Blood Butcher's Adam's apple rolled, his body obeying before his mind, and he moved stiffly to the side of the rock, sitting down cautiously.

However, before he was even settled, a cool finger had already struck his glabella like lightning!

"!"

Blood Butcher's muscles instantly tightened like iron. The instinct of a powerhouse made him almost want to jump up and counterattack—the remaining blood Qi in his body roared crazily!

But the next second, the contract just concluded in the depths of his Soul suddenly emerged, emitting a decree of absolute obedience, extinguishing all thoughts of resistance.

At the same time, a warm, pure spiritual power, completely different from his own violent blood Qi, flowed murmuringly into his broken body along that finger.

It was not a malicious invasion, nor a meticulous probe, but... tidying up.

Like the most skilled craftsman repairing porcelain on the verge of shattering, this spiritual power precisely wandered between his broken and twisted Meridians, returning the tangled mess of spiritual pathways to their places one by one.

Like the gentlest spring rain seeping into the parched earth, it gently wrapped around his blood core, which was covered in cracks and almost crushed into powder, temporarily maintaining its integrity in an incomprehensible way and preventing it from completely collapsing.

"Don't move."

Luo Xiaojiu's voice was very close, very soft, yet clearly drilled into his ears, carrying a calmness that pierced through everything.

"Your blood core is 70% shattered, your Meridians are 40% broken, and your bones are fractured in twenty-three places."

"In this state, let alone fighting for that illusory Opportunity, even taking a few more steps might exhaust your last bit of vitality, causing you to walk yourself to death."

A calm statement, more heart-palpitating to Blood Butcher than any threat.

His judgment of his own injuries was not as precise as an enemy's.

All his holding on, in the other's eyes, was perhaps like child's play.

Silence permeated under the reflection of the pale blue fluorescent moss.

Blood Butcher slowly closed his eyes, no longer trying to control the foreign spiritual power in his body, nor having the strength to maintain the pride of a direct descendant of the Blood Clan.

"...Thank you, Master."

In the end, thousands of words turned into a dry, hoarse whisper.

Luo Xiaojiu did not respond.

She seemed completely immersed in the act of repairing itself, her fingertips flowing with endless spiritual power, meticulous and subtle.

Blood Butcher, eyes closed, found his senses becoming sharper.

He could see how the gentle spiritual power smoothed out the trauma of the Meridians, and could feel the stability of the blood core fragments being supported by a soft force.

In this strange state, countless deliberately forgotten scenes uncontrollably surged into his heart—

It was the first time he trembled while stabbing a short blade into an enemy's heart; his father's large hand, stained with the enemy's blood, patted his tender shoulder heavily, saying: "Good child, this is what my Blood Clan is made of."

It was struggling for three years in the 'Secret Realm of Purgatory', known as ten deaths and no life, gnawing on poisonous insects, drinking rotten water, and fighting with fierce beasts. When he finally crawled out, what greeted him was not care, but the clan elders clapping and laughing, praising repeatedly: "Worthy of being a direct descendant, the future is promising."

It was before his departure, when Patriarch Xueming, who had been in seclusion for many years, broke the rule and came out of seclusion, personally handing the Blood Clan token, representing supreme authority and responsibility, into his trembling hands.

Patriarch Xueming's blood-red eyes, which had seen through the world, stared deeply at him, earnest and sincere, every word seemingly weighing a thousand jun:

"Tu'er, you are the 'Green Mountain' of this generation of the Blood Clan. Remember, when encountering trouble, think of retreating."

"The Green Mountain stands firm, the torch never extinguishes."

At that time, he was high-spirited, his heart full of ambition to sweep through the Secret Realm, seize fortune, and bring glory to his family, and he scoffed at the word 'retreat'.

At this moment, in this body on the verge of shattering, wrapped in this strange girl's spiritual power, the Old Ancestor's saying, 'As long as the Green Mountain remains, one need not worry about firewood,' sounded like a thunderclap, repeatedly exploding in his Soul sea, shaking his Divine Soul.

Every word was soaked in the lessons of blood and tears.

Unfortunately, he understood too late.

"Done."

I don't know how long it had been, the finger pointing at his glabella moved away, and the moist spiritual power retreated like a tide.

Blood Butcher suddenly opened his eyes, subconsciously looking within himself, and his pupils suddenly contracted!

Inside his body, the scene that had been like ruins after an earthquake had changed drastically—

The broken main Meridians had actually been reconnected seven or eight times. Although still fragile, spiritual power could already flow with difficulty.

The most fatal blood core, which was almost pulverized, was now wrapped in a layer of tough and warm golden spiritual film. Although the cracks remained, the trend of collapse had been completely curbed, and there was even a faint, weak, new heartbeat!

Though seriously injured and far from recovering his combat power, the shadow of death that had been clinging to him and could swallow him at any moment had indeed dissipated by more than half.

He had been pulled back from the gates of hell.

"Temporarily keeping you alive. If you want to recover completely, wait until we get out."

Luo Xiaojiu had already stood up, casually patting the non-existent dust on her hands, her gaze cast toward the end of the white jade ancient road—where the golden light was becoming more and more intense, "Now, it's time to go meet that... pretentious cauldron."

Hearing this, Blood Butcher dared not show any negligence and immediately jumped up from the rock.

In the movement, although it still tugged at the unhealed wounds and brought dull pain, it was much more agile than the previous stagnation and heaviness of being ready to fall apart at any moment.

The two of them, one after the other, had just rounded the shady side of the small hill and stepped back onto the moist white jade ancient road—

"Boom—!!!"

A terrifying roar, far exceeding any previous one, as if heaven and earth were being opened, exploded without warning from the center of the plain!

The entire Secret Realm continent shook violently!

I saw in the distance, that square cauldron, which had always been unhurriedly walking like a king inspecting his territory, stopped completely in mid-air for the first time!

The cauldron body was no longer just humming, but trembling crazily!

Every tremor sent out a visible dark golden ripple; wherever it passed, space wrinkled and shattered like the surface of water!

The golden beam of light spewing from the cauldron's mouth became ten times thicker, like a golden divine pillar connecting heaven and earth, fiercely rushing into the endless Chaos mist above the firmament!

The sky was dyed a pure, brilliant gold!

This light was so intense that many Cultivators had to squint or use their vision Divine Ability to barely look directly at it.

And the change that made people's hearts break followed immediately—

At the source of the beam of light from the cauldron's mouth, endless golden light crazily rotated and compressed, finally forming a huge, slowly rotating golden vortex!

In the center of the vortex, light distorted, space collapsed, and a blurry, ancient portal that seemed to connect to the primordial time and space was slowly taking shape and opening!

Behind the portal was not nothingness, but a more profound and terrifying scene!

Just leaking a trace of aura made the faces of all the Earth Immortal Realm powerhouses on the plain turn pale instantly, their Divine Souls feeling as if pierced by ice picks, bringing sharp stinging pain and uncontrollable fear!

"It... what did it open? What is behind that?!" Some Cultivators' voices trembled, almost screaming.

Around the altar, there was a moment of dead silence, then it was drowned out by even more frantic clamor!

"There is something in the door! I saw it! Oh my god... it really exists!"

A Prodigy specializing in pupil techniques had blood flowing from his eyes, but stared fixedly at the center of the vortex, acting like a madman, "It's a scroll... looks like bamboo slips, no! It's animal skin! Ancient animal skin! There are words on it... glowing! It's the long-lost... Primordial Divine Script! It must be Primordial Divine Script!"

"Not just that! There are weapons too! A sword! A broken ancient sword!"

Another Prodigy with keen perception exclaimed, his handsome face twisted by extreme excitement, "But this Sword Intent... My Divine Soul! Just by looking at the projection, my Divine Soul is about to be torn apart! This is... an Immortal Sword?! No, it's something beyond an Immortal Sword!"

"Great Opportunity! Peerless Great Opportunity! Obtain one, and one can look down upon the universe!"

"Charge! The portal is about to open, first come, first served!"

Greed—the most primitive, most crazy greed, like the most terrible plague, ignited raging flames in the eyes of every Cultivator, instantly burning up their remaining reason and fear.

Countless figures turned into streamers of various colors, ignoring the terrifying spatial turbulence emitted by the golden vortex that could strangle ordinary Heavenly Immortals, like moths to a flame, rushing hysterically towards that great cauldron, towards that ancient portal that was opening!

On the plain, Spiritual Qi went berserk, and killing intent instantly filled the field.

The struggle, before the portal was fully opened, had already entered its bloody prelude.