The Eternal God Emperor and the Demon Ancestor

Chapter 81, 72-grade lotus

The desolate star field surrounding the Rakshasa City, where the void had been silent for billions of years and was originally like a piece of cold black iron, was now stained crimson by the surging blood energy.

The Undying War God stood atop billions of blood-red clouds, his twenty-three pairs of blood-red wings unfurling like a crimson curtain. Each pair of wings was engraved with endless divine runes, and as the runes flowed, billions of crimson lightning bolts crackled and exploded, tearing countless dark rifts into the surrounding void. He wore crimson armor, its surface marked with the mottled traces of countless battles. His scarlet pupils surged with fanaticism and savagery. In his hand, he held a crimson halberd that had accompanied him through countless years of conquest, its blade wreathed in billions of strands of undying divine fire. The halberd's tip pointed straight ahead, as if to cleave the entire starry sky in two.

"The God of Fortune and Prosperity!"

A roar like an ancient thunderclap shook the stars within the star field. The voice of the Undying War God, imbued with supreme divine might, pierced through layers of blood mist and reached the ears of the Fortune God: "As a core member of the Temple of Destiny, you have willingly degenerated into joining the Quantity Organization, betraying the secrets of the Underworld, and harming your own kind. Such rebellious crimes are intolerable to Heaven and Earth! I am giving you a chance to surrender out of consideration for your seniority. There is still room for you to turn back now."

As soon as he finished speaking, the crimson sky behind him suddenly contracted, and countless halberd shadows emerged from the blood clouds, converging into an invisible giant blade that slammed fiercely toward the location of the God of Fortune and Prosperity.

The God of Fortune and Prosperity stood in the center of the void, his divine robes already stained with blood, yet still unable to conceal his aloof and serene aura. In his hand he held the ancient Original Lamp, its blue flame flickering amidst the blood-red light, like a ghostly blue star, yet always radiating a warm and mysterious power. Facing the Undying War God's questioning, the God of Fortune and Prosperity's face remained calm and composed, only his fingers, gripping the Original Lamp tightly, were slightly white from the force, the veins at his knuckles faintly visible.

Not far away, the patriarch of the Undying Blood Clan slowly approached, riding a crimson millstone. The crimson millstone was tens of millions of miles in size, and the millstone was engraved with the totems of the Undying Blood Clan. Every line was filled with rich blood energy. As the millstone turned, it evolved into an endless sea of ​​blood, as if it would devour the entire starry sky.

The Undying Blood Clan Chief, though aged, stood tall and imposing, his beard and hair flowing like blood-red clouds. His gaze was fixed on the God of Fortune and Prosperity, a mixture of heartache and anger in his eyes. He said in a deep voice, "Luo Can, why did you ruin your future by joining the Liang Organization? The Emperor of Fengdu and Tianmu will never tolerate you. There is no turning back now."

"Elder Chief."

The God of Fortune and Prosperity finally spoke, his voice still calm, yet carrying an indescribable weariness, "Further words are useless. In this game of chess between heaven and earth, until the very last moment, who can say for sure who will emerge victorious?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the God of Fortune and Prosperity gently raised his hand, and the blue flame of the lamp suddenly surged, transforming into a huge blue light screen that enveloped him. On the light screen, countless runes of destiny flowed, and twelve towering gates faintly appeared behind the light screen.

Seeing that he remained obstinate, the Undying War God's fanaticism intensified. He roared, and his twenty-three pairs of blood-red wings flapped violently, releasing countless drops of blood essence. Each drop, upon landing, transformed into a phantom of the Undying War God, wielding a battle halberd, charging towards the God of Fortune and Prosperity. "Stubborn to the end! Then don't blame me for being merciless!"

Before he finished speaking, his figure flashed like a blood-red meteor, instantly traversing tens of thousands of miles of space. The battle halberd in his hand carried the momentum of opening up the world and slashed down fiercely.

This halberd, imbued with the power of the pinnacle of indestructibility, had its shaft intertwined with undying divine fire and boundless rules, transforming into a blood-red divine dragon tens of millions of miles long. The blood dragon roared, its divine might sweeping across all directions, completely imprisoning the space around the God of Fortune and Prosperity.

Fortune God's expression changed slightly. He had been entangled with Ling Che and the other two for a long time, and his divine power had been mostly exhausted. Facing the full-force attack of a peak Undying War God, he was powerless to resist it head-on. He made a decisive move, swung his ebony staff, and chanted an ancient incantation of destiny.

"The ancestral path of destiny, the gate of fate is impermanent!"

As the incantation faded, twelve Gates of Destiny suddenly appeared in the center of the star field, spanning the entire cosmos. Each gate was tens of millions of miles high, its doors engraved with countless phantom images of birth, aging, sickness, death, joy, sorrow, and reunion. Behind the gates lay endless void mist, emanating a chilling power of destiny. The twelve gates opened in sequence, forming a massive circular barrier that forcefully blocked the Undying War God's halberd.

"clang!"

The deafening roar of the colliding forces shook the starry sky. The blood dragon slammed into the barrier of the Gates of Destiny, and countless waves of blood collided and annihilated with the blue power of destiny, stirring up a chaotic surge of energy across the heavens. The Undying War God's halberd was forcefully blocked outside the gates, and the twelve Gates of Destiny trembled simultaneously. The patterns on the gates shifted, dissipating the power from the halberd layer by layer.

"break!"

The Undying War God snorted coldly, his blood wings flapped violently, and his body surged with crimson flames, instantly doubling the power of his halberd. His arm muscles bulged, and he thrust forward with a mighty thrust, the halberd like a streak of crimson lightning, directly cleaving open the first Gate of Destiny.

The Gate of Destiny exploded, shattering into countless fragments that scattered across the starry sky, only to instantly reform. The patterns on the gate, however, dimmed slightly. Then, the Undying War God fought with ever-increasing ferocity. With each strike of his halberd, another Gate of Destiny was cleaved open. Under his relentless onslaught, the twelve Gates of Destiny trembled and shattered in succession, on the verge of complete destruction.

Just then, the patriarch of the Undying Blood Clan made a move.

He steered the crimson millstone, accelerating rapidly and instantly arriving beside the God of Fortune and Prosperity. The crimson millstone spun at high speed, the sea of ​​blood on its surface churning to its limit. He unleashed a palm strike from afar, and countless waves of blood instantly condensed into a gigantic crimson palm print, covering a space spanning millions of miles. The boundless rules within his palm evolved into countless crimson runes, like a sea of ​​blood about to collapse, pressing down fiercely towards the God of Fortune and Prosperity.

"Well done!"

The God of Fortune and Prosperity's eyes narrowed, and he pointed his ebony staff at the sky once more, his incantation changing again: "All symbols return to order, boundless divine mountains!"

In an instant, countless runes appeared out of thin air around the God of Fortune and Prosperity, densely covering the entire star field. The runes shimmered with a ghostly blue light, forming a massive net of runes. As he continued to chant, a black mountain tens of millions of miles high appeared in the space, and the God of Fortune and Prosperity smashed it towards the blood-red palm print with a single finger.

"boom!"

The black mountain collided with the crimson palm print, instantly shattering the blood waves. The mountain was covered in cracks, yet it remained standing. Then, the black mountain pressed down on the patriarch of the Undying Blood Clan.

The patriarch of the Undying Blood Clan's expression darkened. Without holding back, he unleashed the Crimson Millstone. The Crimson Millstone instantly expanded to tens of millions of miles high, and the sea of ​​blood on its millstone surged into a massive pillar of blood, crashing towards the black mountain.

"Bang!"

The mountain collided with the pillar of blood, instantly shattering the black mountain into countless fragments that scattered across the starry sky. The crimson millstone also trembled slightly, the patterns on its surface dimming somewhat. The old patriarch, his brow furrowed as he watched the scene unfold, did not halt his attack, continuing to steer the millstone toward the God of Fortune and Prosperity.

On the other side, the Undying War God, seeing that the God of Fortune and Prosperity still had the strength to deal with the old patriarch, felt that he had lost face. He roared and his blood flames erupted completely. His twenty-three pairs of blood wings were fully unfurled, and the sea of ​​blood behind him suddenly expanded by hundreds of millions of miles. A gray-white star phantom that was hundreds of millions of miles wide slowly rose and fell in the sea of ​​blood.

"As long as the sea of ​​blood endures, the White Azure Path will perish!"

The Undying War God unleashed a Heavenly Venerable Divine Power, the gray-white stars radiating a chilling destructive power, intertwining with the blood energy of the Blood Sea to form a massive domain. Wherever the domain passed, space shattered completely, time itself became distorted, and countless spacetime black holes appeared within the domain, frantically devouring everything around them.

Fortune and Prosperity God felt a tightness all over his body, and the blue flame of the lamp suddenly dimmed, about to completely dissipate. His expression changed drastically, knowing that today was a matter of life and death. He immediately burned a large amount of spiritual energy, and the blue flame of the lamp instantly surged, transforming into a huge blue sea of ​​light that enveloped the entire domain.

"By guiding life with a lamp, lifeblood will never perish!"

The destructive power of the blue sea of ​​light clashed with the gray-white stars, and the blood energy of the sea of ​​blood, producing a piercing buzz. A trace of blood spilled from the corner of the Fortune God's mouth; his spiritual power was severely depleted, and his divine body began to tremble slightly. But he still gritted his teeth, frantically circulating his divine power, attempting to break through the domain's confinement.

Just then, Ling Che moved. He manipulated the Twelve Heavenly Banners to firmly suppress the soul of the God of Fortune and Prosperity. Seeing that the God of Fortune and Prosperity's divine power was exhausted, he immediately flashed and appeared beside the God of Fortune and Prosperity like a ghost. The auspicious and lucky charm in his hand surged with light, transforming into a huge emerald green hammer, which slammed fiercely into the soul of the God of Fortune and Prosperity.

Then, he summoned the twelve divine banners to unleash a combined attack. Thirteen attacks fell simultaneously, consisting of the twelve attacks from the twelve Heavenly Banners, plus a fatal blow from the Auspicious and Wish Banner. The divine soul of the God of Fortune and Prosperity trembled violently. His already suppressed divine soul was instantly severely injured. He let out a muffled groan, and his divine body slumped downwards.

Ling Che, not content with his success, immediately produced a pale white steel ring. The moment the ring was unleashed, it instantly grew to ten thousand feet tall, its surface covered in dense divine runes. As if taking root, it instantly imprisoned the divine soul of the Fortune and Prosperity God within. Then, the ring contracted, the divine runes flowing, completely sealing the Fortune and Prosperity God's divine source and heart, preventing him from mobilizing even a trace of divine power or self-destructing.

Seeing this, the Undying War God flashed and arrived in front of the God of Fortune and Prosperity. He swung his halberd fiercely and cut off the arm that was holding the lamp.

Blood gushed out, staining the void crimson. The lamp slipped from his hand, tracing a blue arc in the air. Ling Che reacted swiftly, immediately summoning the Auspicious Ruyi Scepter to retrieve the lamp steadily. His movements were so fast that even Emperor Luo Yan and the old patriarch of the Undying Blood Clan were dumbfounded.

The Undying War God didn't care at all. He picked up his halberd and swung it again. The halberd tore through the void and cut off the limbs of the God of Fortune and Prosperity one by one.

At this moment, the God of Fortune and Prosperity was soaked in blood, his hair disheveled, his divine robes tattered, and he floated in the starry sky like a rag doll. Yet his eyes remained calm, devoid of hatred or fear, only a sense of relief after experiencing both triumph and defeat. From the moment he embarked on the path of cultivation, he had already foreseen this end.

Looking at the scene before him, the old patriarch of the Undying Blood Clan felt a pang of sorrow. He stepped forward, his voice trembling slightly: "Luo Can, things have come to this point, why continue the desperate resistance? Qing Cang and Yama are on their way. If you lay down your weapons and return to Bai Cang Star with me, and live in seclusion from now on, I can still help you negotiate with the powerful figures of the Underworld and save your life."

He paused, then continued, "As long as you are willing to abandon darkness and embrace light, and swear a blood oath of loyalty, with your current cultivation level, Yan Renhuan and Shi Beiya will definitely consider it carefully, and the powerful figures of the Underworld will certainly not turn you away."

Upon hearing this, the God of Fortune and Prosperity gave a bitter smile and slowly spoke, his voice weak yet firm: "Elder Chief, you don't understand. Once I embarked on this path, I was prepared for utter annihilation. Success is everything, and failure is nothing more than that."

Fortune God's gaze swept over the Undying War God, Ling Che, and the others, his eyes showing no emotion whatsoever, as if he were watching a farce that had nothing to do with him.

Seeing that the God of Fortune and Prosperity still refused to submit, the Undying War God's eyes erupted with killing intent. He raised his hand and took out a small bronze cauldron. The cauldron was ancient and simple, engraved with countless suppressing runes. The mouth of the cauldron opened, emitting a powerful suction force that enveloped the God of Fortune and Prosperity, trying to suppress him into it.

Just as the suction force of the bronze cauldron was about to engulf the God of Fortune and Prosperity, the spacetime in this star field suddenly distorted, like a calm lake being rippled with towering waves.

Suddenly, the space within a radius of hundreds of millions of miles collapsed instantly, turning into nothingness. The force field formed by the Twelve Heavenly Banners controlled by Ling Che was directly broken by an invisible force at this moment. That force was like a sharp sword, cleaving through all the constraints.

Immediately afterwards, a vast and boundless river of time suddenly appeared in the starry sky. The river flowed and surged, with billions of time-trailing streaks flowing within it. On both banks of the river, countless phantoms of ancient times emerged, with immortals dancing and gods and demons battling, radiating a chilling power of time.

In the center of the long river, a pure white lotus slowly blooms. Its petals are layered upon layered, each etched with mysterious divine patterns, exuding a sacred and ethereal aura. At the heart of the lotus stands a woman in white robes with black hair. Her figure is graceful, her face exquisitely beautiful, a blue lotus mark etched between her brows, and her eyes shimmer with the light of passing time. On her wrist hangs a string of lotus seed prayer beads, each seed radiating a gentle glow. She is like a fairy from another world, ethereal and otherworldly.

"Seventy-two grades of lotus!"

Upon seeing the woman, the Undying War God's eyes flashed with shock, which quickly turned into solemnity. "I never expected you to still be alive!"

The woman nodded slightly, her voice clear and cold like the clash of jade: "Undying War God, it's been many years. Your cultivation has become even more profound."

As soon as she finished speaking, she gently pressed down with her delicate hand, and the river of time suddenly surged, with billions of giant waves of time transforming into a gigantic palm that slammed towards the Undying God of War.

"boom!"

The giant wave collided with the Undying War God's halberd, producing a deafening roar. The Undying War God felt an irresistible force of time surging towards him, his twenty-three pairs of blood wings trembled violently, and he was forcibly pushed back a million miles.

Without pausing, the woman flicked her wrist, and a wave appeared in the River of Time, sweeping towards the God of Fortune and Prosperity. It entangled the God of Fortune and Prosperity, slowly pulling him from Ling Che's steel ring, and then carried him deeper into the River of Time.

Finally, the woman's gaze swept over Ling Che, her eyes sharp. She raised her hand and waved it lightly, instantly transforming her lotus body into a particle of time light, like dissipating starlight, completely merging into the river of time and disappearing without a trace.

The star field returned to calm, but it was already ravaged. The Twelve Capital God Banners lay scattered to the side, a trace of blood still stained the auspicious scepter, the blood-red millstone floated quietly, the sea of ​​blood gradually subsided, Ling Che held the original lamp, stood in the void, looking in the direction where the river of time had disappeared, his brows slightly furrowed.

The Undying War God wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, gripped his halberd tightly, and stared in the direction where the river of time had dissipated, his crimson pupils filled with shock.