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159: Taiwei Heng!He paused, his tone flippant and dangerous, ”Or rather... I am Blood Skull’s Main Body. What you just killed was merely one of my little toys.”

He slowly raised his hand...

A pulsating, blood-red heart appeared in his palm.

”Now, the game truly begins—”

”Blood Purgatory: World.”

”Thump—!”

The heart suddenly gave a mighty throb, and the entire ground of the Tianwu World instantly turned crimson.

Countless vein-like patterns crawled out from underground, and the clouds in the sky condensed into twisted, suffering human faces.

It was as if, in that instant, the entire world had been dragged into the body of a terrifying existence, becoming a part of it.

Old Ancestor Qixia spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, her face instantly turning pale.

She horrifyingly realized that her Life was being drained away in a bizarre and rapid manner.

The colorful auspicious light that once healed everything now resembled blood-red conduits, greedily siphoning off her vitality.

”This... this is World Assimilation?!” Her voice trembled uncontrollably,

”You actually want to turn the entire Tianwu World into your Blood Domain!”

Blood Skull’s Main Body’s lips curled into a smile, a hint of pleasure flashing in his eyes:

”As expected of an old woman, you guessed accurately. What a pity, you found out too late.”

He lightly snapped his fingers, and Azure Sky Thunder Lord, one of the seven Guardian Divine Generals, immediately let out a heart-rending shriek.

The thunderous battle armor on his body seemed to come alive, transforming into writhing flesh and blood, as sharp bone spurs pierced through his armor from within, tearing through his skin.

”Thunder Lord!”

Martial Zenith Heavenly Lord roared, wanting to rush over to rescue him, but he was entangled by blood-red chains that suddenly extended from the void.

The surface of those chains was covered with dense, tiny teeth, frantically gnawing at the golden protective light surrounding his body.

”Don’t rush, it’ll be your turn soon.”

Blood Skull gently caressed the floating skull gem beside him, his voice tinged with a hint of intoxication,

”Have you ever heard? When a world is about to be destroyed, the wails of the strong are the most beautiful symphony.”

At this moment, the golden sword rain scattered by Wen Tian Sword Master had long since turned inky black, solidifying into a giant, sky-obscuring net in the air.

Each strand of the web hung with a mummified corpse; upon closer inspection, they were precisely the cultivators who had died in battle earlier.

”Bastard...” The heavily injured Old Ancestor Qixia gritted her teeth, supporting her body, and laboriously raised the shattered jade pure bottle in her hand,

”Even if I expend my last breath... I will not let you succeed!”

”Old Ancestor, no!” Martial Zenith Heavenly Lord urged anxiously.

However, before his words finished, a low, eerie song suddenly rang out, as if from the depths of the netherworld, or like thousands of wronged souls wailing in unison.

As the song echoed, the space of the Tianwu World began to twist and deform, as if crumpled by an invisible hand.

Blood Skull closed his eyes and listened, a look of rapture appearing on his face:

”Do you hear it? This is the world’s dying groan...”

He suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils reflecting the scene of heaven and earth collapsing, mountains and rivers shattering:

”Now, let me show you what true despair is.”

”Blood Purgatory: Eternal Samsara!”

In an instant, the flow of time in the entire Tianwu World became chaotic and disordered.

Deceased cultivators continuously replayed the scene of their deaths, while living powerhouses repeatedly endured the excruciating pain of true qi flowing backward and meridians reversing.

Old Ancestor Qixia was shocked to discover that she was gradually regressing to her state before she entered seclusion.

”You... you control the Law of Samsara?!” She finally completely collapsed, her last shred of hope turning to dust.

”This is impossible...”

Blood Skull’s Main Body leisurely traversed the twisted and chaotic space-time, like a detached art connoisseur, appreciating the struggles of all beings in pain:

”Direct destruction is so uninteresting. What’s truly exciting is watching you all oscillate between hope and despair, never tiring of it.”

He suddenly stopped in front of a young cultivator.

He was a sword cultivator who had just entered the Mountain River Realm, tightly embracing his master’s cold corpse.

”You care about him very much?” Blood Skull’s lips curled into an evil and charming smile,

”Then I’ll give you a chance.”

He lightly snapped his fingers, and the old man, who had been dead, suddenly opened his eyes, but with a strange bloody glow, he lunged straight at the young man.

Before the youth could recover from his shock, a tearing pain came from his neck.

His master’s teeth deeply pierced his lower body.

He widened his eyes, staring in disbelief at the crimson flames burning in the eyes of the person he once respected most.

”Master...?”

Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, his vision gradually blurring.

And more terrifying than the pain was an ice-cold, bone-chilling power invading his body along the wound, his consciousness seemingly dragged into an endless dark abyss...

”Yes, that’s the feeling.” Blood Skull’s Main Body took a deep, intoxicated breath, as if smelling the most beautiful fragrance in the world,

”The resentment born from master and disciple turning against each other and devouring each other is more than ten times more fragrant than ordinary slaughter.”

”Perhaps I can also try what it feels like to make the most loving people kill each other.”

”Hehehe... Just thinking about it is fascinating.”

The entire Tianwu World was quietly undergoing a transformation, becoming a living purgatory.

Mountains grew sharp fangs, rivers surged with crimson blood, and the city-protecting arrays that once guarded the common people had now all become cages imprisoning all living beings.

At this moment, Martial Zenith Heavenly Lord’s golden dragon body was more than half damaged. He suddenly let out a wild laugh, crushing his Life-bound jade token in his hand:

”If that’s the case... then let’s perish together...”

”Want to self-destruct?” Blood Skull’s Main Body instantly appeared before him, merely lightly touching his glabella with a single finger,

”Did you ask for my permission?”

Martial Zenith Heavenly Lord horrifyingly discovered that his condensed true qi instantly solidified.

Even more terrifying, he felt something wriggling in his blood vessels, densely crawling...

”Ah!!!!”

This Heavenly Lord, who once awe-inspired a region, let out an inhuman shriek, and countless small lumps abruptly bulged under his skin, as if millions of worms were crawling and writhing within his body.

In the blink of an eye, his body swelled rapidly like a skin inflated by an invisible force...

With a muffled ”thump,” his body exploded into a sky full of blood rain.

Before the blood mist dispersed, countless tiny, hair-thin blood worms flew out from the shattered flesh, buzzing their wings, making one’s scalp tighten, as if ants were crawling on their forehead.

”This is my proud work—Blood Marrow Gu.”

Blood Skull’s Main Body gently teased a Gu worm that landed on his hand with his fingertip, his tone as gentle as if introducing his pet,

”They first gnaw on the bone marrow, and then...”

He hadn’t finished speaking when his expression suddenly condensed, his gaze turning towards a certain direction in the void, his brows slightly furrowed:

”Hmm? Interesting.”

At the same time.

Lord of Deception was playing with the black blade in his hand, pondering which guy to backstab.

His face changed: ”Damn it! Something’s coming!”

Lord of Eternal Silence suddenly stood up, cursing angrily: ”Damn it, how did those guys from the Star Constellation Society find us so quickly?!”

As if in response to his anger, a goldencrack, spanning millions of miles, suddenly tore open at the highest point of the sky.

Immediately after, a clear, long bell sound came from thecrack; wherever the sound waves passed, the boiling, surging sea of blood instantly calmed down, and even the constantly writhing flesh tentacles froze in mid-air, as if a pause button had been pressed.

Blood Skull’s Main Body showed a shocked and angry expression for the first time:

”Taiwei Yuan... it’s actually you? You really are a persistent ghost.”