Swallowed Star: Lord of the Wolf

In the cold, desolate, chaotic void, a jet-black flying boat, shaped like a barracuda and with faint spatial ripples flowing across its surface, is flying at an astonishing speed.

Each burst of speed left a brief spatial ripple behind it, which was then smoothed out by the turbulent winds.

Inside the airship, Dong Yue sat cross-legged at the control center.

This being from the Rock City, the ultimate being of the Eternal True God realm, showed no trace of his usual majesty and composure on his face, only an almost frozen solemnity.

Two enormous projections of divine power floated in front of him.

The first projection comes from the Hundred Sui Chaos State they have already traversed.

It was an endless, suffocating expanse of filthy, dark red! The fragments of stars that once adorned the void, the shattered continental plates, were all swallowed and covered by the viscous, churning torrent of blood.

This filthy blood was not still, but writhing and churning, exuding a thick, nauseating, sweet, and putrid stench like a living thing, and containing a terrifying will that erodes everything and distorts all things.

Countless hideous and grotesque monster phantoms, seemingly cobbled together from filth and bones, roared and swirled within, greedily absorbing the power of this blood-red hell.

Deep within the filthy blood, the outlines of some massive buildings are distorted and deformed; these are the last remnants of some once-prosperous family residences, now reduced to nothing but despair.

The deep, viscous darkness, like the filthiest ink, spread from the very core of this blood-red hell, intertwining and merging with the filthy blood, turning that area into an absolute dead zone that isolated perception and devoured light.

There was no sign of life.

There was only a complete, soul-freezing silence, and the silent roar of filth and darkness.

A bone-chilling cold spread throughout Dongyue's body along his spine.

……

The Qing family, along with the city they were stationed in, was destroyed millions of years ago. This projection was bought back from someone else.

"This projection should be good enough to get by, right?" he muttered to himself with difficulty, his face showing distress.

The family of Qingmou, who had a past relationship with the ruler, has been completely wiped out.

He led his team to investigate for a long time, only to find that not even a trace of blood or a speck of dust remained, completely wiped out by the blood-red abyss.

He had also inquired about the origin of the blood-red abyss. It seemed that a certain family in that city had offended a chaotic ruler who was playing the mortal realm. The chaotic ruler was so angry that he casually wiped out that 'small city'. Large cities have many living beings and provide a lot of taxes, so the chaotic ruler did not dare to easily slaughter them.

But these much smaller cities don't have as many restrictions.

Senior Qingshao's family was affected...

Dongyue closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and suppressed the heaviness and helplessness in his heart.

His gaze shifted to the second divine power projection—from the Nine Nether Chaos State, the ancestral home of the Kuyanju family, "Sinking Star Realm".

In the vast void, a massive star, barely protected by a huge array of light shields, is enduring a storm of attacks.

The stars should have been full of life, but now there were burning forests, collapsed mountains, and dried-up riverbeds everywhere.

The protective array of the stars radiates ancient and resilient starlight, with countless mysterious star runes flowing across its surface, forming a solid barrier.

However, at this moment, this once-resilient barrier is now riddled with holes and on the verge of collapse!
Beyond the light shield lay a dark cloud of war that blotted out the sky.

The densely packed, menacing warships, like a swarm of bloodthirsty locusts, completely surrounded the Fallen Star Realm. Each warship bore a chilling emblem: a pattern made of endless bones with a single, eerie drop of blood suspended in its center.

Powerful, cold beams of artillery fire poured down on the star shield like a torrential downpour, splashing up countless energy ripples and producing deafening explosions.

What was even more breathtaking were the three figures standing at the very front of the battle formation, like three blood-red mountains.

On the left stood a towering figure, sixteen feet tall, his entire body covered in rough, dark red scales that resembled cooled lava. His head resembled a dragon, yet was not; grotesque bone spurs protruded from his forehead, spine, and joints, and his crimson vertical pupils held only pure destructive desire. He wielded no weapons, relying solely on his massive, scale-covered fists. Each strike carried a terrifying power capable of shaking galaxies, slamming heavily against the starlight shield, causing it to dent violently and its runes to flicker wildly.

The ferocious roar was like a tangible sound wave, impacting the formation and the minds of all the guardians—the Crimson Corpse Demon Lord!
On the right, a figure blurred and twisted, resembled a constantly shifting crimson blood mist. Within the mist, countless contorted faces of agony flickered, emitting silent wails. Giant tentacles, formed from pure, filthy blood, emerged from the mist, their ends splitting into suckers filled with fangs, clinging desperately to the starlight shield. The tentacles writhed, frantically sucking and corrupting the array's energy. The shield at the point of absorption rapidly dimmed, weakened, and even developed chilling, gray cracks—the Soul-Devouring Demon Lord!
The one in the middle had the most gloomy and eerie aura.

He wore a wide, blood-red cloak, beneath which lay a thick, writhing darkness, with only a pair of pale, lifeless hands exposed. These hands had long, slender fingers with sharp, black nails, and were rapidly drawing countless fine, ominous scarlet runes in the air.

Each rune, once formed, transforms into a twisted, crimson lightning bolt, silently imprinting itself onto the starlight shield. These crimson runes, like maggots clinging to bones, spread rapidly once they touch the surface, constantly eroding and disintegrating the core nodes and energy pathways of the formation, causing the source of power protecting the stars to be polluted and blocked at an alarming rate—the Blood Curse Demon Lord!

The three demon lords, all at the peak of the Eternal True God realm, were like three poisoned blades piercing the heart of the Fallen Star Realm, frantically tearing at this last barrier.

Behind them was a massive army, as large as a tidal wave!
Led by a small number of Eternal True Gods, the formation of Void True Gods and True Gods, like a bloodthirsty ant colony, constantly formed battle formations. Relying on the Legion-style mechanical treasures, they condensed a torrent of energy that shook the void, and together with the attacks of the three Demon Lords, bombarded the crumbling light shield time and time again.

Each impact shook the heavens and earth within the Fallen Star Realm, causing mountains to crumble and the earth to split open without ceasing.

Inside the protective barrier, the powerful members of the Kuyanju family, who were struggling to hold on, had long since lost all color in their faces, leaving only a pale complexion from the depletion of their divine power and a deep-seated despair.

"Hold on, ancestral protection! The Star Array must not be broken!" A gray-robed old man with white hair and beard, whose aura was weak and who had obviously suffered serious injuries, sat cross-legged above the core of the Star Array and roared hoarsely.

He is the strongest surviving elder of the Kuyanju family.

He pressed his hands firmly against the array plate, golden blood seeping from his seven orifices from the excessive strain on his divine power. Vast array energy flowed through his withered body into the array plate, attempting to repair the nodes eroded by the cursed blood runes and resist the overwhelming external onslaught.

Each violent clash of energy caused his already severely injured divine body to tremble violently, as if it were about to completely collapse at any moment.

"Elder!" Several high-ranking family members who were also fighting at the core node were furious, but they were unable to help.

"Blood Prison... Great Sage... Do you really intend to exterminate our family?" The old man's eyes were bloodshot, filled with anger and incomprehensible helplessness and sorrow.

The threat of annihilation is imminent!
Thinking of their own Bitter Clan, they were also a Chaos Clan with a Chaos Ruler, a glorious and extremely famous existence in the Nine Nether Chaos Continent!
However, the family's patriarch, also known as the Lord of Bitter Clouds, was caught off guard by the Blood Prison Great Sage thousands of years ago. He was ambushed and killed in a deadly battle by the Great Sage, who had gathered two of his friends.

The entire Ku tribe suddenly plummeted from heaven to hell!

The once-great clan crumbled instantly, its forces scattering like monkeys falling from a fallen tree… Even though the members of the Bitter Clan knew that their ancestor had not truly died and had a chance to reincarnate, they still couldn't withstand the erosion of the Blood Prison Great Sage's forces. Yes, the Blood Prison Great Sage did not personally wipe out the Bitter Clan, but instead dispatched his forces to besiege the remaining members.

The reason he dared to be so ruthless was mainly because the Bitter Cloud Sovereign wasn't strong enough, and his willpower hadn't reached the peak of the Chaos Realm. He dared to provoke someone at the peak of the Chaos Realm primarily because his survival abilities were too strong. But with the help of his two friends, even the strongest survival measures would inevitably lead to their demise!

Without the will of a peak Chaos Realm cultivator, overcoming the mysteries of the womb after reincarnation would be a major problem. One might even die in an accident before recalling memories of their past life.

Throughout history, countless chaotic rulers have perished in this way.

……

The one in the stars is one of the three major branches of the Bitter Clan. This branch is the 'abandoned pawn,' holding fast to their ancestral land and sharing its fate. Ku Yanju's collateral branch is also among them.

The Sinking Star Realm is a great realm created by the Lord of Bitter Clouds.

At this moment, under the combined attack of the three demon lords and countless Blood Prison armies, the enormous light shield had dimmed to its limit, like a candle flickering in the wind, and could be completely extinguished at any moment.

Dongyue stared intently at the scene of hellish siege on the screen, veins throbbing on his forehead.

The projection of the Nine Nether Chaos State was transmitted back by the advance team he sent out. The news of the Bitter Clan being besieged was not a secret in the Nine Nether Chaos State, and the advance team found out with a little inquiry.

However, since the conflict involved a Great Sage of Chaos, they dared not act rashly and could only send back a message and wait for orders.

Dongyue urgently relayed the tragic situation from both locations back to Xuanhu City using the Cause and Effect Communication Token.

“My lord,” Dong Yue said, “the Qingshan family… has been swallowed by the abyss and completely wiped out. The Kuyanju family is currently under siege in the Nine Netherworld Star Realm, and a large number of powerful figures under the Blood Prison Demon Lord’s command, the Star Array… may collapse at any moment.”

……

The quiet chamber deepest within the city lord's mansion in Xuanhu City.

The space was as still as water, with only the powerful aura of life flowing silently through it.

Xu Yang sat cross-legged, his aura as deep and still as an ancient pool, sorting out the power insights brought about by his newly broken through to the top level of the Chaos Realm divine body, as well as the distant longing that arose from the clues of the "Origin Blood".

Suddenly, a message came back from the Cause and Effect Messenger.

hum!
Xu Yang suddenly opened his tightly closed eyes.

"The abyss... the blood prison..."

The information from Dongyue, along with two extremely tragic scene projections, was instantly imprinted in his mind.

The Hundred Sui Chaos Continent, that desolate region where boundless filth and darkness intertwine, exudes an abyssal aura that freezes the soul... Qingmo's ancestral homeland has been transformed into a desolate demon cave, barren of vegetation and devoid of any remains.

On the other side, in the Nine Nether Chaos State, outside the Sinking Star Realm, the Blood Prison Army blotted out the sky, and three terrifying figures frantically bombarded the nearly shattered starlight shield.

Inside the light shield, the despair and cries of those struggling to hold on were clearly discernible.

Qingmei...Kuyanju...

Two names that have long since faded into the annals of time...

But that was someone he had made a promise to!

That was a predecessor who gave him precious weapons and a legacy when he was struggling on the edge of life and death, before he had dominated the cosmic sea.

Although they didn't have a very deep relationship, Xu Yang never forgot the kindness he received.

He dispatched Dongyue to search, solely to repay karmic debts and to seek out the descendants of his deceased loved ones for their care.

However, reality gave him such a cruel and cold answer!
A family was completely swallowed by the abyss, leaving no trace of their remains, and they couldn't even find anyone to take revenge on.

Another family is currently being besieged by the so-called Blood Prison Great Sage's henchmen and is on the verge of extinction.

"The Blood Prison Great Sage... dares to obstruct my repayment of karma with his few vicious dogs?" Xu Yang's voice was calm, yet it caused the temperature in the quiet room to drop sharply.

He did not tear through space to descend in person, nor did he even leave the quiet room.

With just a slight thought, a clear intention traversed the endless void and reached Dongyue's ears, far away in the Nine Nether Chaos Continent.

Inside the cabin, Dong Yue suddenly opened his eyes, his dark golden pupils flashing with a sharp light. He had received Xu Yang's will and instantly understood the cause and effect and his master's orders.

"My lord has given the order!" Dong Yue's voice, like the clang of metal, instantly echoed throughout the flying shuttle. "Target: Shenxing Realm. Annihilate all enemies who have invaded the Ku Clan, and protect the Ku Yan Ju Clan. Advance at full speed immediately."

Inside the rear cabin of the shuttle's core control room, twelve figures stood like cold sculptures.

They wore standard dark gold armor, with mysterious defensive runes flowing across its surface. Their face shields covered most of their faces, revealing only their eyes.

Its aura was restrained, yet it was like a volcano about to erupt, containing terrifying power.

These twelve people were all elites personally recruited and selected by Xu Kong some time ago, and each of them was at the peak level of Eternal True God!
"Yes, sir!" The twelve Xuanhu Guards shouted in unison, their voices like muffled thunder. Immediately afterward, the shuttle burst forth with dazzling spatial light, its speed soaring once more. It forcefully tore through the turbulent winds and rushed towards the coordinates of the Fallen Star Realm.

……

Shortly after.

Outside the Fallen Star Realm, the battle has reached its most intense moment.

Under the relentless bombardment of the Crimson Corpse Demon Lord's giant fist, the Soul Devouring Demon Lord's filthy blood tentacles, the Blood Curse Demon Lord's corrosive runes, and countless Blood Prison armies, the starlight shield dimmed to its extreme, covered with spiderweb-like cracks, and emitted a piercing groan.

On the core platform, the gray-robed elder coughed up golden blood, his divine power exhausted, his eyes unfocused. The other high-ranking members of the family around him were also completely drained. (End of Chapter)