Two Realms High Martial Arts: Gathering the Heavens to Become a Great Luo Immortal

Chapter 426 Rise and fall by the same means

The Blood Kun Mythical World, the core sea of ​​primordial blood.

This vast ocean, composed of "Primordial Blood" that is as viscous as liquid ruby ​​and exudes an aura of immortality and evolution, is now churning violently.

Countless enormous, mountain-like fleshy tentacles slowly writhed in the sea of ​​blood, absorbing its essence and repairing the terrifying wounds inflicted by the combined attack of the Wind Saint and the Flame Saint.

In the deepest part of the ocean, at the center of the largest, dark red, fleshy aggregate resembling a continental plate, a gigantic eye, like a blood-red star, slowly opened and closed, its gaze filled with pain, savagery, and a barely perceptible hint of surprise.

It was none other than the Emperor-level being—the Blood Kun.

The combination of a Martial Saint-level life force and His unique "devouring" and "blood path" laws makes His recovery ability astonishing.

Although He had been severely injured, with almost a third of His body destroyed, His injuries were healing at a visible speed in the core sea of ​​His home ground, thanks to the power of the "Primordial Blood".

The newly grown flesh is more resilient, faintly carrying a strange resistance after being tempered by the laws of wind and fire.

This is what makes this mythical world unique, and it is also the source of the Blood Kun's continuous progress and strength.

As the most powerful being born in this mythical world, having devoured all living beings of every species, he possesses unimaginable evolutionary abilities.

It is foreseeable that, as time goes by and he truly recovers, he will inevitably possess an extremely strong resistance to the laws and martial arts of wind and fire.

"Human race—Martial Saint—I will take my revenge."

The will of the Blood Kun echoed in the sea of ​​blood, filled with resentment and unwillingness.

He knew that at this level of Martial Saint, every being was extremely difficult to kill, especially those with such tenacious vitality. As long as He hid in this core blood sea and relied on the rules of the world, even if the three human Martial Saints joined forces, they would have to pay an unbearable price to completely annihilate Him. This was one of the reasons why He dared to attack Li Xijun so brazenly before.

It is also the source of their confidence to seek revenge against the human race, even after suffering the same attacks before.

Because no matter how outrageous things got, he didn't think he would ever perish.

However, just as He was healing His injuries and plotting His revenge and how to seize the coveted "blood source" treasure from Li Xijun—

An indescribable, violent tremor originating from the level of cosmic rules ignored the barriers of the world, pierced through layers of blood seas, and directly acted upon the original consciousness!

"Um?!"

Blood Kun's huge, blood-red single eye suddenly widened, staring in horror toward the direction of Blue Star.

Immediately afterwards, He "saw" the deep, dark sky that covered the entire planet, sensed the "Primordial Dark Singularity" that hung high in the darkness, emanating a chilling and piercing aura that made His soul feel cold, and the terrifying law that permeated the starry sky and caused all things to tend toward the end and silence!

This strange phenomenon—this fluctuation of the laws—

"Martial Saint advancement? It's that person... Li Xijun?!" Blood Kun's will emitted a nearly out-of-control cry.

A roar of shock and fury that shook the entire Blood Sea world.

"Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!"

An overwhelming rage and disbelief surged through him, overwhelming his reason like a tsunami. "Nine months ago, he was nothing more than a special ant who survived a single blow from me, a mere seventh-level Vajra cultivator!"

"How long has it been? Nine months... How could someone possibly advance from the Vajra Realm to Martial Saint in just nine months!"

He had sensed Li Xijun's physical strength and vitality, and knew that he was special, but he never thought that he would be special to this extent.

This completely exceeded his understanding of the evolution of life and the accumulation of power!

After the initial shock came a deeper, more unsettling fear, like a cold, venomous snake, that quietly coiled around His core.

The dark anomaly that shrouded the planet contained the true essence of the laws of "end," "return to nothingness," and "background of all things," which caused Him, an being whose laws were "evolution," "devouring," and "flesh and blood derivation," to feel an innate restraint and disgust.

It was as if its own laws, in the face of that "original darkness," were like sandcastles trying to be built in nothingness, which would eventually be smoothed out and dissolved by that eternal "darkness."

"No—it can't be!"

Xue Kun forced himself to calm down, his will whispering within the sea of ​​blood, as if comforting himself, "He has only just advanced, merely grasping the laws for the first time. How much foundation could he possibly have? I have controlled the Evolution Blood Dao Law for countless years, already reaching the depths of this realm. Moreover—"

Its countless enormous eyes swept across the endless primordial sea of ​​blood, sensing the immense power intimately connected to the origin of the world. "I reside within the core of this sea of ​​blood, sharing the same origin and coexisting with this world. Unless it can annihilate the entire Blood Kun world in a single blow, or sever my connection to this world, it can forget about truly killing me. As long as I don't leave, what can it do to me?"

Even so, the lingering unease in my heart did not dissipate.

Li Xijun's rapid advancement and the unprecedented "Original Darkness" law were like an ominous cloud hanging over the future fate of Xue Kun.

The world of the gods of Anagard, the Eternal Palace.

Otto, the God-King, stood beneath the dome constructed of starlight and divine power. His once majestic and cold face was now deathly pale.

His golden eyes were filled with horror, bewilderment, and a deep-seated fear that he himself was ashamed to admit.

He "saw" it too. He saw the darkness covering the blue star and sensed the fluctuations of the laws that caused even the barrier of the divine kingdom to tremble slightly.

"Martial Saint—Li Xijun—has achieved the title of Martial Saint—"

Otto's voice was extremely hoarse, and every word seemed to have exhausted his strength.

Nine months ago, it was a "future variable" that he, in conjunction with Xue Kun, manipulated cause and effect and was confident that he could easily eliminate.

Even though the final blow failed, he was only shocked by the opponent's ability to survive, believing that the opponent still needed time to grow and that the Anagard gods still had a chance.

But now————

Nine months!

From near death and critical injuries to the emergence of a martial saint!

What does this mean?

Even the most brilliant ancestor in the history of the gods took thousands of years to ignite the divine fire and condense a complete divine personality.

"Monster—he is a real monster!" Otto gripped the Spear of Eternity tightly, his knuckles turning white, his arm trembling slightly.

That divine spear, which had once been invincible against the Water Saint, now felt somewhat heavy and—

Powerless.

The Cyclops King's prophecy of "Ragnarok"—is it really going to arrive ahead of schedule because of this monster?

No, it might even be more terrifying than the prophecy foretold!

He was consumed by boundless fear.

Otto could no longer stay alone in the Hall of Eternity. In a flash, he transformed into a golden streak of light and rushed straight into the depths of the World Tree's root system, a realm of absolute darkness and silence that even the gods rarely set foot in.

"Mimir! Lord Mimir!" Otto's voice, which had lost its usual composure, echoed in the dark root space with barely concealed panic.

In the center of that area, where roots like gray rocks entwine, the enormous, chaotic single eye, reflecting the long river of fate, slowly turned and looked toward Otto.

However, at this moment, the depth, vicissitudes, and the calm that seemed to control everything that were once in that one eye had disappeared. In its place was a shock and bewilderment that was exactly the same as Otto's, or even more intense, as well as a trace of unbelievable awe and fear!

"You saw it too?"

The voice of Mimir, the Cyclops King, resounded directly in Otto's consciousness, no longer ancient and distant as before, but with a noticeable tremor.

"I saw it! How could he—how could he be so fast? This is completely unreasonable!"

Otto cried out urgently, as if grasping at a straw, "Your Excellency, you are the master of destiny and the laws of cause and effect! Please look into the future once more! What should we do? How should we deal with this monster!"

Mimir remained silent.

The chaotic single eye stared intently at the void, as if trying to pierce through endless dimensions and once again cast its gaze toward the location of Li Xijun.

He began to activate his primal source, unleashing the causal laws of destiny—laws powerful enough to influence the fate of stars and glimpse the future trajectory of even Martial Saint-level beings—at full power. The chaotic vortex within his single eye spun at an explosive speed, countless illusory threads of cause and effect appearing, intertwining, and unfolding within it.

Otto held his breath, anxiously awaiting the revelation from this ancient being.

However, a moment later—

"No—this is impossible!!!"

Mimir suddenly let out a shriek filled with horror and fear, his huge single eye trembled violently, and the chaotic vortex even showed signs of disorder!

"What's wrong?!" Otto's heart sank.

"I can't see it—I can't see his future!"

Mimir's voice was filled with unprecedented panic and bewilderment, "Not just the future! Even his current causal threads have become—disappeared, making them completely unobservable!"

"Something is obscuring him!"

No, it's not concealment, it's—his very existence seems to exist on another level, a level that my Eye of Destiny cannot easily reach!

"How is this possible? You are—" Otto exclaimed.

"I am the supreme master of the laws of destiny and cause and effect! Yes, I know!"

Mimir's voice was excited and fearful, "Even if it was the Pantheon God King Orog back then, even if it was those few Martial Saints on Blue Star, even if it was—that Blood Sea True Immortal who terrified me so much that I had to hide here."

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"I can see, to some extent, the causal trajectory of their lives, and the ripples that belong to them in the long river of fate!"

"But this Li Xijun—before, his cause and effect were incredibly clear, almost as if he had divine assistance, as effortlessly as a scene from a movie on the screen of human civilization..."

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"But why is this time completely different!"

Mimir was plunged into extreme confusion and fear.

You should know that with his cultivation level, he was able to observe the Blood Sea True Immortal back then.

Li Xijun only achieved the Martial Saint level, how could he possibly compare to that True Immortal?

But that's the reality now.

His greatest reliance on the Eye of Fate—the ability to survive, to foresee danger, and to avoid calamity—has failed completely for the first time!

This not only means that He can no longer calculate causally against Li Xijun, but also means—

Li Xijun himself may contain secrets beyond the scope of understanding, or he may have a natural higher-dimensional suppression or tolerance of concepts such as "cause and effect" and "destiny"!

This made him have great doubts about his previous observations of Li Xijun.

Was the previous observation of causality truly causal?

Was it he who disturbed the other party's destiny back then, or was he just a pawn at that time?

Thinking back to how he had fled to the remote and impoverished Anagard because he had glimpsed a terrifying future of being refined by the "Blood Sea Immortal," he realized that it was precisely because of this glimpse of his own terrifying future that he had been forced to hide there.

There was already such a terrifying being outside that instilled despair, and now, right under its nose, another monster has been born that it cannot even comprehend.

"It's over—it's completely over—"

Mimir's unchanging, rock-like body seemed to tremble slightly, as a sense of despair, of a collapsed understanding and a dead end, enveloped the once mighty Cyclops king.

He is clearly the strongest being in this star field right now, the one who is closest to a true immortal.

But at this moment, he was like a shivering child, doing something ridiculous like an ostrich burying its head in the sand.

Looking at Mimir's distraught and even more terrified appearance than himself, and seeing that he had lost all courage to act because of this, Otto felt that his last glimmer of hope had been completely shattered.

The god-king's heart sank to the bottom, feeling utterly cold.

Even this ancient being who controls destiny was helpless and even terrified.

What else can the Anagarde gods do?

An overwhelming sense of regret welled up inside me.

If I had known this would happen, why did I provoke this monster in the first place?

Perhaps if we had left it alone, such terrible changes wouldn't have happened?

But soon, Otto's eyes became sharp and cold again, even carrying a hint of desperate madness.

He is the God-King of Anagard, bearing the very existence of the entire divine race on his shoulders! Regret is useless, fear is useless!

Since Mimir can no longer be relied upon, and since even the Eye of Fate sees no way out—

"Hmph!" Otto glanced coldly at Mimir, who was caught in self-doubt and fear, and turned away abruptly without saying another word.

With a burst of golden divine power, he rushed out of the World Tree's root system without looking back and returned to the Hall of Eternity.

Sitting on that cold throne, Otto stroked the cold shaft of the Spear of Eternity, the fear in his eyes gradually replaced by an extremely cold and resolute determination.

"Li Xijun—Martial Saint—" He muttered these words under his breath, as if he wanted to crush them.

"Even if you become a Martial Saint, my Anagard divine race, having traversed countless eons across the starry seas, will not sit idly by and await our doom!"

"If fate cannot see the path—I will forge one myself!"

"Issue the order!" Otto's voice resounded throughout the divine realm, filled with unquestionable authority and chilling solemnity. "Summon all chief gods and divine generals! Open the highest authority—the Treasury of the Gods! Contact—the Crimson's messenger!"

"For the future of the Protoss, we must find new power, new allies—!"

Under the shadow of despair, Otto, the king of gods, chose a more radical and dangerous path.

Deep within the Blood Kun world, the blood-red single eye still stared intently at the starry sky, growling uneasily.

The Cyclops beneath the World Tree cowered in the darkness, overwhelmed by the immense fear brought about by the failure of observation.

At this moment, the black hole on Earth disappeared, and light returned.

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