I picked up the scattered attributes

The imperial court, which was once the residence of the emperor, was torn apart. A larger fragment fell to the lower realm and later became the Xuan Yuan World in the Hun Tian Tu (a diagram of the universe).

Later, a powerful being refined the Ziwei Starfield, which was originally the back garden of the gods, and transformed it back into the supreme heaven of the divine realm, which is now the center of this universe.

However, there was more than one fragment that was scattered back then.

And this part of the Southern Star Region right now is another part.

"No wonder the main battlefield hasn't been damaged after so many years of fighting."

Feng Xia stroked his chin thoughtfully: "Then again, we still haven't found anyone from Qianqiu Valley or Yuanzong... Damn it, if only I could divine the future... Who?"

At one point, he suddenly felt a premonition and looked into the distant void.

An old man with a cane stepped out of the void, and the Bitter Bamboo Sword God followed closely behind, holding a sword.

“Fellow Daoist is…” Feng Xia raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Now, of course, he can see it at a glance...

The seemingly frail old man before them possessed an explosive and terrifying power within his body, no less than that of any top-tier god!

More importantly, judging from the positions of the old man and the Bitter Bamboo Sword God, the Bitter Bamboo Sword God, who is the master of the Xuanhuang Sacred Mansion, seems to be just the old man's follower!

"I am Xuanhuang, and my true form is the Xuanhuang Sacred Mountain."

The old man Xuanhuang slowly and deliberately sized up Feng Xia.

Suddenly, his pupils contracted sharply, revealing intense disbelief:

"No...no! You're not the Valley Master of Thousand Autumns—"

"Why am I no longer the Valley Master of Qianqiu?"

Feng Xia raised his eyebrows with a strange expression.

The fact that the other party revealed that his true form was the Xuanhuang Sacred Mountain was indeed quite unexpected for him.

But something seems off about this old man's mind.

"You are not the Valley Master of Thousand Autumns, you are the Wind God General from back then!"

As soon as the old man spoke, the Bitter Bamboo Sword God's eyebrows twitched a few times, and he exclaimed in surprise, "Senior, wait a minute! You mean he is that Wind God General?"

"That's right! He is Feng Xia, the Wind God General, not Xia Beihai, the Valley Master of Thousand Autumns!"

"I am indeed the Wind God General."

Feng Xia turned around and revealed a bright smile: "However, I can also be Xia Beihai, the master of Qianqiu Valley."

The old man's pupils contracted again.

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Chapter 1023

"That's it, that's it!"

As he stared at Feng Xia's face, the old man's expression changed repeatedly.

Finally, he let out a long exclamation:

"Qianqiu Valley Master Xia Beihai and Wind God General Feng Xia were just one person from the very beginning!"

The Bitter Bamboo Sword God standing to the side was greatly shocked.

The Valley Master of Thousand Autumns, Xia Beihai, and the Wind God General, Feng Xia, are the same person...

Does that mean that in the past few years, Feng Xia has played two roles by himself and successfully fooled everyone in the world?

"No, actually, the Valley Master of Thousand Autumns never appeared from the very beginning. Most of the time, only the Wind God General appeared before the world!"

The Bitter Bamboo Sword God was, after all, a genius and a true god. After a brief moment of distraction, he quickly deduced more of the truth.

His gaze was like a torch, fixed intently on Feng Xia: "Then, are the other seven divine generals of Qianqiu Valley also in disguise, as you?"

In response, Feng Xia smiled noncommittally and said, "You two are welcome to guess."

This kind of thing can only be described as "those who know, know."

"Those matters are unimportant. May I ask what brings you two here today?"

He waved his hand, and instantly the space around them intertwined, the clamor of the battlefield faded away, and it seemed that only the three of them remained in the world.

The old man's pupils contracted again: "Your Great Dao of Space... do you know Ji Yuheng?"

Feng Xia nodded noncommittally: "The Great Yan God King? I have a fairly good relationship with him, but I'm also looking for him."

"Your spatial manipulation technique is indeed related to that person..."

After muttering a few words in a daze, the old man Xuanhuang slapped his forehead and said, "By the way, fellow Daoist, the reason I came to find you this time is to ask about the situation of the Lord of the Blood Demon."

Feng Xia narrowed his eyes, then said calmly, "What would you like to ask, fellow Daoist?"

"That Lord of the Blood Demon is incredibly cunning and practically immortal. What methods did you use, fellow Daoist...?"

“I didn’t actually kill him; in fact, his original self should still be alive and well.”

After listening to just a few words, Feng Xia understood immediately, shook his head, and interrupted the old man Xuanhuang.

"That's terrible!!"

The old man's expression immediately changed drastically: "If the Ghost Blood is not dead, he will only become stronger, and it won't be long before he makes a comeback—"

Few people understood the strangeness of the Lord of Blood Demons better than him.

As one of the ancient beings who have lived from ancient times to the present day, he understands all too well the terrifying nature of the Lord of Bloodlust, which lies not only in his incorruptible corrosive ability but also in his indestructible nature!

Even if they are innate deities, if their innate sacred ground is destroyed, their immortality can be broken.

However, the Lord of Blood and his followers did not have this restriction!

If the Lord of the Blood Demon were to make a comeback, the entire Southern Star Region would likely be destroyed!

"Fellow Daoist, you must have misunderstood. He simply did not die."

Feng Xia shook his head and chuckled, "However, I have already broken his immortality. When I see him again, killing him will be a piece of cake."

That simple sentence sent a jolt through both of them!

"The Lord of the Blood Demon's immortality has been broken? Fellow Daoist, do you know what you're saying—"

This statement had an even greater impact on Elder Xuanhuang than the news of their previous great victory!

The Bloodthirsty followers can be executed, and the Bloodthirsty Lord can be killed, but the Bloodthirsty Lord is immortal.

As early as the end of the ancient god kingdom, countless powerful people gathered to try to break his immortal body, but in the end they all failed.

"I know, isn't it because the Heavenly Dao has flaws, and the Lord of the Blood Demon and his group occupy the gaps in the Heavenly Dao, which is equivalent to entrusting themselves to the Heavenly Dao? As long as the universe does not perish and the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth does not perish, they will never die or perish?"

Nodding calmly, Feng Xia continued with a smile, "I stripped him of his Heavenly Dao authority and then killed him. So the current Lord of the Blood Demon is merely a primordial demon god born from a branch of the Yellow Springs, and should still be in a weakened state after being resurrected from death."

Old Man Xuanhuang: "Then how did you..."

Even with his broad knowledge and experience, he was so stifled that he couldn't utter a single complete sentence.

Is it so easy to strip Heaven of its authority?!

If it were really that easy, how could the Lord of Bloodlust have been rampaging for so long?

"You...how did you do it?"

After much hesitation, the old man Xuanhuang managed to squeeze out a sentence.

Feng Xia's expression turned serious, and he said solemnly, "It's very simple. I just need to entrust my destiny to the Heavenly Dao as well."

The old man Xuanhuang continued: "..."

So entrusting one's destiny to Heaven is something that can be summarized in a single sentence... what a load of rubbish!

If it were that easy, powerful individuals would have already been able to accomplish it during the heyday of the Ancient God Kingdom.

But there wasn't a single one!

"Fellow Daoist, you can experience it for yourself."

Feng Xia thought for a moment, then raised his hand and swept across the void, the tribulation sword formed from the tribulation lightning falling into his hand.

The old man Xuanhuang and the sword god Kuzhu couldn't help but feel a chill run down their spines.

“What kind of power is this!?”

"This is the power of heavenly tribulation."

Feng Xia flicked the Robbery Sword, sending chills down their spines, and the two instinctively retreated.

He then casually continued, "I had already comprehended the power of calamity, and then entrusted it to the Heavenly Dao, which naturally transformed into the power of Heavenly Calamity."

The old man Xuanhuang looked on with surprise and uncertainty. He cautiously took a few steps forward and carefully examined the calamity sword in Feng Xia's hand.

Gradually, his expression became serious.

From Feng Xia's sword of calamity, he not only felt a terrifying destructive power, but also a majestic aura, like the orthodox rule of heaven and earth, which made him involuntarily shake his mind!

If someone swears an oath to the Heavenly Dao, they will feel the arrival of this aura!

"The aura of the Heavenly Dao, you actually..."

His gaze fell on Feng Xia once again.