I picked up the scattered attributes

Later, the plan targeting the Lord of the Blood Demon also received strong support from the Elder Xuanhuang.

However, the old man had always been more of an observer, and even when he offered guidance, he rarely got involved himself.

According to the old man Xuanhuang, he was merely guarding the gate, a matter of great importance, and therefore could not move without permission.

"The name Thousand Autumns Valley is too common. The old man has seen at least a dozen forces that all use the name Thousand Autumns Valley."

The old man stroked his beard and said with a smile, "As for the so-called ancient forbidden land, you can take it seriously. This Feng Xia is quite young, and the so-called ancient forbidden land is mostly just boasting."

"Quite young?" The Bitter Bamboo Sword God was taken aback. "How young?"

"Younger than you think."

The old man Xuanhuang flicked his fishing rod, cutting through the space in front of him, and said with a faint smile, "He is indeed very good at hiding it, but once before, when he fought against a god in the Book Realm, he still leaked some of his aura when he went all out."

"Is there really a supreme deity?"

The Bitter Bamboo Sword God couldn't help but gasp: "Why would you let a god-king enter the Holy Palace?"

Even now, he still harbors considerable doubts about Feng Xia's claim that he killed and drove away the God Lord.

Even though both were severely injured, their strength far surpassed that of a true god. How could they be easily defeated?

Unexpectedly, this was confirmed by the old man Xuanhuang!

"He's just an injured god. Although the old man wasn't familiar with him, he was still a kind of old friend of mine. So, seeing that he wasn't causing any trouble, I simply let him be."

"As for the Emperor's Dao Body you mentioned, the old man has already thrown it out of Xuanhuang Sacred Mountain."

The old man shook his head and chuckled, "Let's go back to Feng Xia. His life force is extremely young, so young that it shocked me for a long time."

"May I ask, senior, how old is Fellow Daoist Feng?" The Bitter Bamboo Sword God finally couldn't contain his curiosity.

The old man gave him a half-smile before saying calmly, "His age is probably less than a tenth of yours."

"No...less than a tenth of me?!"

Upon hearing this number, the Bitter Bamboo Sword God nearly bit his tongue off.

He is only a little over 500 years old now.

Among the true gods, they are among the youngest.

Apart from that predecessor who achieved godhood in three hundred years, even in the history of the Xuanhuang Holy Palace, there are not many true gods younger than him!

"Less than a tenth of my age, which means...that means it became a true god before it was even fifty years old?!"

"And this is another strange place."

The old man raised the corners of his mouth, and before anyone knew it, a pair of glasses had appeared on his nose. His gaze pierced through the void and landed on the backs of Feng Xia and Tai Shang.

"He is not a god."

"Uh..." The Bitter Bamboo Sword God's thoughts suddenly went blank.

Is Feng Xia not a god?

So what is he?

"To be more precise, he is not at the divine realm," the old man added.

"But...but if he's not a god...then what about his strength...?"

They had only exchanged a few words when the Bitter Bamboo Sword God felt his mind was starting to sluggish again.

In the eyes of the outside world, he is a remarkable figure who achieved the status of a sword god in five hundred years.

But in front of the old man Xuanhuang, he always felt that his wisdom, his thinking, and everything about him could not keep up with the old man's pace!

"Didn't the old man just tell you? Realm is a direction, not a limitation. Forcing a realm is the act of a fool."

The old man shook his head helplessly, with a look on his face that said, "How could you be so stupid?" He continued, "The Divine Realm is a hierarchy that beings born later in life imitate us, these innate deities."

“If someone reaches the same level without imitating us, through other means, then he is naturally not a god.”

"..." The Bitter Bamboo Sword God felt an unbearable bitterness on his lips.

I don't understand, I don't understand at all!

Unless one is born a deity, how can other beings born later in life reach the divine realm without following this divine path?

“Even in the old man’s hometown, a great figure once mentioned that the existing system of supernatural beings still has certain drawbacks and should be further improved and perfected. For example, the supernatural realm should be removed.”

Bitter Bamboo Sword God: "..."

Improving and perfecting it is one thing, but can this thing really be deleted?!

"Unfortunately, war broke out later, and strange things happened, causing the heavens to fall. That great man devoted almost all his energy to dealing with the war, so this matter was naturally put aside."

"After that, the war subsided a little, but unfortunately the ancient god kingdom suffered heavy losses. As a result, that person had another idea and wanted to forge an unprecedented Dao weapon."

"He wants to transcend all paths in the world, transcend the universe, and eternally tread upon the river of time."

Bitter Bamboo Sword God continued: "..."

He felt it would be better to talk about something else.

Continuing to discuss this topic with the old man made him feel that he was so young and was about to be discouraged...

Well, compared to that Feng Xia, he is over five hundred years old, which is hardly young by any means.

"By the way, senior, he also knows that kind of supernatural power."

The Bitter Bamboo Sword God thought for a moment and then said.

The old man nodded: "Although I did not witness your discussion, I did sense the fluctuations. It can indeed be called the prototype of the Emperor-Slaying Technique."

He said this supernatural power is called... Wrath of All Beings.

"What...what did you say!?"

Unexpectedly, no sooner had the Bitter Bamboo Sword God finished speaking than the Xuanhuang Elder's expression suddenly changed drastically. He rushed to the Bitter Bamboo Sword God and said, word by word:

"He said... what's the name of this technique for slaughtering emperors?"

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Chapter 0913

A terrifying aura suddenly erupted from the old man Xuanhuang.

In that instant, the Bitter Bamboo Sword God felt that he was no longer facing that kind old man, but an insurmountable divine peak, the Xuanhuang Sacred Mountain that connects heaven and earth!

The Xuanhuang Sacred Mountain will crush him into mincemeat, even if he is a true god!

"The wrath of all beings..."

He used all his strength and barely managed to squeeze out a few words.

The pressure from the Elder Xuanhuang suddenly eased, and the Bitter Bamboo Sword God instantly felt relieved, collapsing to the ground with a thud.

"I'm sorry, the old man lost his composure unintentionally."

The old man with the Xuanhuang smiles bitterly and shakes his head. He waves his hand to draw in a wisp of Xuanhuang Qi, breaks it down into pure energy, and injects it into the body of the Bitter Bamboo Sword God.

The Bitter Bamboo Sword God finally felt a little better. He shakily propped himself up and said with a wry smile, "Senior, does this name have some special meaning?"

"You didn't experience that era, and you don't know that back then we faced battles that were ten thousand times more difficult and arduous than those in the Southern Star Region now."

The old man sat down, his gaze somewhat wistful, as he reminisced about the past.

"The sudden appearance of strange enemies caused countless worlds to fall into chaos, and even the most powerful divine abilities could hardly truly injure those enemies."

"And the Blood Lord you are facing is just one of those strange beings."

The Bitter Bamboo Sword God was deeply horrified.

Even the hometown of the Xuanhuang Elder could not cope with the terrible enemy. Just how desperate was the darkness of that era?

"Until later, the most terrifying of the strange creatures suddenly encountered a great battle."

"Nobody knows who made the move."

The old man shook his head and said, "The sky was covered by gray mist, but heavenly fire fell from outside the universe and burned all the gray mist away."

"The fire from the sky fell to the earth, but it did not cause a fire. Instead, it ignited a spark of hope in the darkness."

"That flame is considered to be the wrath of all living beings, the universe's last stand against the bizarre."

"Later, many powerful sages and wise men comprehended the principles of restraining the strange from the flames, and created the first technique for slaying emperors, which led to the creation of the universe in later generations."

"Senior, is this the kind of flame you're looking for!?"

The Bitter Bamboo Sword God wielded his sword, trying his best to recreate the posture of Feng Xia's attack.

The old man stared intently for a long time, then suddenly grinned and said, "It should just be that the names are similar. His supernatural power has gone further than yours, but compared to the heavenly fire of that day, it is still far, far inferior. The gap between the two is even wider than the abyss between heaven and earth."

Hearing this, the Bitter Bamboo Sword God finally felt a little better.

A glint of light appeared in his eyes: "Then what about me? How big is the gap between my comprehended skill of crossing the sea of ​​suffering and his?"

The old man Xuanhuang glanced at him, then hesitated slightly.

"The gap between you and him is not as vast as the difference between heaven and earth."

"That's good!"

"It's probably about the size of a typical earthquake."