303: Chapter 304 The Blood Rain Ends, the Demon Emperor is Wounded!

Elder Xuanyao's final Dharma Idol, along with his unfinished words, were struck into a sky of scattering cyan-gold light by the Nine Nether Demon Emperor's enraged palm.

The specks of light, like fireflies, drifted down with a hint of grievance and resolve, falling into the bottomless darkness of the Wanmo Abyss.

They were not assimilated by the Devilish Qi; instead, like stubborn seeds, they stubbornly burned with their last bits of light and heat in the darkness.

Without warning, the sky leaked.

A rain of blood, covering the entire Demon Domain and even spreading to the borders of the Middle Heaven, poured down.

That rain, carrying a burnt Pill Fire fragrance amidst its metallic sweetness, fell on the ground and the twisted fortresses of the Demonic Cultivators, letting out bursts of "sizzling" corrosive sounds.

It was as if even this world was shedding tears of blood for the passing of a titan of the Dao of Alchemy.

The distant Qingming Alchemy Mansion.

The Shennong Main Furnace, which had floated in the center of the Small World for tens of thousands of years with its Pill Fire never extinguishing, let out a piercing wail of sorrow.

Immediately after, within the Alchemy Mansion, thousands upon thousands of Pill Furnaces—regardless of grade or whether they were currently refining pills—trembled in unison, ten thousand furnaces mourning together!

"Xuanyao..."

In the battlefield, Daoist Venerable Qingxu stared blankly at the blood-red rain and the scattering cyan-gold light; for the first time, grief appeared in his eyes, which had long grown indifferent to the world's ups and downs.

"Kill!"

A roar of extreme rage erupted from the mouth of the master of Qingxiao Holy Mountain.

The Small Cyan Bottle in his hand shone brightly once more, the aura of Annihilation at its mouth, capable of destroying everything, coming more violently than ever before!

"Qingxu! Calm down!"

"Venerable! You mustn't!"

Ancestor Fu and Ancestor Hun lunged forward almost simultaneously, one on each side, firmly grabbing his arms.

The two of them—one with a shattered Origin Talisman Seal, the other having sacrificed most of his Divine Soul—were already at the end of their ropes.

At this moment, they were holding on solely by sheer willpower, yet even so, they were dragged into a stumble by Daoist Venerable Qingxu's violent strength.

"Let go of me! I want to kill that Devil Head! I must avenge Xuanyao!" Daoist Venerable Qingxu's eyes were bloodshot, looking like a mad demon.

Amidst this Chaos and despair, a blood-stained figure in white staggered to block his path.

"Senior!"

Gu Changsheng panted heavily; a mouthful of blood welled up in his throat, but he forced himself to swallow it down.

"Senior Xuanyao sacrificed himself for the Dao, not so that you would die here too!"

"He traded his life to wound the Devil Emperor! If we all die, who will announce it to the world? Who will clear his name?"

These words were like a bucket of ice water poured over his head.

Daoist Venerable Qingxu's whole body shook, and his violent aura momentarily stagnated.

He looked at the young man before him, whose face was as pale as paper and whose chest wound was deep enough to see the bone, yet who still stood there with a back that wasn't particularly broad.

Protecting them behind him, the young man's crazed eyes struggled to regain a trace of reason.

Indeed, they couldn't all die here.

If they all died, then that Old Ghost Xuanyao would truly have died in vain.

"Well said."

The Nine Nether Demon Emperor's voice rang out coldly.

On his chest, the wound Elder Xuanyao had traded his life for was a bloody mess, with cyan-gold Pill Fire clinging to it like maggots to a bone.

It was engaged in a frantic struggle with the Devilish Qi inside him, causing a hint of irrepressible ferocity to appear on his handsome face.

"Today, none of you shall leave! All of you will stay and be buried with him!"

The phantom of the ten thousand soul demon banner behind him surged violently once more, as endless Resentful Souls turned into a black tide, sweeping toward them and covering the sky!

That aura of malice and despair made Ancestor Fu and Ancestor Hun, already heavily injured, turn even paler.

It's over.

Just as everyone felt despair, Gu Changsheng suddenly bit the tip of his tongue.

"You want to kill us? You're not worthy!"

The grand Vast Divine Palace behind him soared into the sky once more, and the two God Emperor Incarnations poured all the remaining Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi and residual Formation power into his body!

"Clang!"

The long sword let out a high-pitched Dragon's cry!

Gu Changsheng forcibly suppressed the rampaging Sword Qi and Devilish Qi within him, pouring all his strength into this single strike!

A solid golden Sword Curtain, ten thousand feet wide, spanned across the world like a holy dam, stubbornly blocking the endless black tide of Resentful Souls!

The Sword Curtain trembled violently, as if it would shatter at any moment, but in the end, it held!

A cold thought from Gu Changsheng's mind reached Ling Cangxuan's Soul Sea through the Slave Mark of the human emperor banner.

"The act is over. Exit."

Ling Cangxuan looked at the golden Sword Curtain, a flash of "wary" appearing in his eyes that only Gu Changsheng could understand; at that moment, his aura also perfectly showed a hint of decline.

The wound on his chest seemed to worsen because of this forced activation of the demon banner.

In the eyes of Daoist Venerable Qingxu and the others, this scene appeared differently.

The Nine Nether Demon Emperor was truly heavily wounded!

After successive battles and taking the full force of Elder Xuanyao's Self-detonation, he was now at the end of his strength!

"Go!"

This thought surfaced in the minds of the three Old Ancestors simultaneously.

Ancestor Fu did not hesitate for a second; he directly detonated his shattered Origin Talisman Seal!

"Void Shift, open!"

The remaining Myriad Talisman Return to Origin Array burned with its final brilliance at this moment, transforming into a surge of spatial power.

It forcibly tore open a pitch-black passage filled with cobweb-like cracks in the sealed Void Realm!

"Quick!" Ancestor Hun used his own Divine Soul as a guide to forcibly stabilize the passage that was about to collapse.

Daoist Venerable Qingxu took a deep look at Gu Changsheng, who was blocking the front; without a word, he grabbed Ancestor Fu and Ancestor Hun and was the first to charge into the passage.

"Rearguard!"

Gu Changsheng let out a low growl; looking at the Nine Nether Demon Emperor, who seemed to be slowing his offensive to adjust his breathing and injuries, a flash of resolve crossed his eyes.

He turned back and swung his final sword strike.

This strike was not aimed at the Nine Nether Demon Emperor, but at the already collapsing Wanmo Abyss beneath their feet!

"Boom!"

The earth split and the mountains shook as a corner of the Wanmo Abyss was completely collapsed by this strike!

Endless rubble and chaotic air currents formed a natural barrier, completely separating the Nine Nether Demon Emperor from the closing void passage!

Only after doing all this did Gu Changsheng turn around and plunge into the disappearing darkness.

At the last moment before the passage closed, Daoist Venerable Qingxu looked back.

That blood-stained figure in white, amidst the blood rain and Devilish Qi, seemed to transform into an immortal monument, etched into his heart.

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