Chapter Eighty-two: The Vault of Heaven

  The Wan Zhai Xi Long and the Wan Zhai Jin Se Juren shook off the unparalleled close combat, stunning the gods, demons, and monsters who came to watch. That powerful body was far beyond the divine body of the ancient gods, and compared with it, it was like the difference between steel and tofu. Even some physically strong demon saints were far inferior.

  Boom, the many onlookers among the gods, demons and spirits had not yet regained their senses when a sound like the universe's first explosion suddenly rang out, shaking the eardrums of all the gods, demons and spirits, leaving them temporarily deaf.

  The heavily battered divine power seal defense light screen crackled like spider silk, covering the cracks all over. Finally, with a loud bang, the massive dragon power divine power surged out, and the golden divine power seal defense light screen immediately disintegrated into tiny golden lights scattered in the air, reverting to the primordial energy of heaven and earth.

  Two enormous figures flew out from the explosion, landing awkwardly outside the arena. The gods and demons watching from outside hastily pulled out their divine artifacts to open up a domain to resist the residual waves of the violent Dragon God's power, while the demon clan activated their demonic powers to protect themselves.

  Fortunately, the buildings around the arena also had a powerful ban on them, otherwise the violent divine power explosion would have razed the entire northern region of Starry Sky Island to the ground.

  Even so, the gods and demons under those ancient gods were struggling to support this wave of terror in their domain, with divine power, magic power, and demon power being rapidly consumed. In no time at all, they turned pale, and the massive explosion of divine power blew them all out, slamming them into the restrictive seals on the arena's architecture, causing them to tumble to the ground, spitting blood everywhere. The gods and demons got up, put away their divine instruments and magic tools, and withdrew their demon defenses. All of them were left with lingering fear in their hearts, and indeed, it wasn't easy to join in the excitement.

  A'Da and A'er hastily rushed to the side of the little fish with a flushed face, checked her condition, but found that it was only some flesh wounds, which could be recovered after a period of rest. They all let out a sigh of relief, otherwise, they would not be able to explain this to their elder brother.

  On the other hand, the guards walked to the side of the hundred-meter giant god, and those two seemingly ordinary middle-aged guards also looked at each other nervously after checking, and let out a sigh of relief that nothing was wrong.

  The little fish looked at the arena, which was already in shambles, and the two of them had fallen out of bounds. He then turned to the young man who had remained calm and composed from start to finish, with a stern and noble expression, and said loudly: "You're not bad, this time it's a draw. May I ask how you should be addressed?"

  "Great God, Zeratul! You're not bad either." The blond-haired, golden-eyed giant god who called himself Zeratul apparently praised sincerely.

  "Oh, Giant God Clan, how fitting! I am Xiao Yu'er from the Carefree Island. I'll be the second master of the Carefree Pavilion."

  The little fish swam away immediately, and the fight dispersed without joy.

  ……

  Endless blue waves under the blue sky, a streak of blood light is flying at high speed over the Eastern Sea, it is precisely the Blood Sea Clone of Xue Wu Xia who has been traveling through the Desolate Expanse from the Blood Sea below the Boundary Stele Mountain.

  Suddenly, the blood-like glow seemed to sense something, and it paused for a moment before disappearing into thin air as if it had traversed space, stirring up ripples in the void.

  A million-mile island floats in the vast and remote sea area of the East China Sea. At this time, the island has been shattered by mountains and rivers, its spiritual veins have been destroyed, and the earth's fire is erupting, with smoke filling the entire sky.

  On the million-zhang-high mountain of the island, the magnificent and majestic temple complex is now a ruin, with broken walls and scattered divine corpses. The resentment of the divine corpses after death still lingers, surging into the sky in waves, an eternal and unextinguishable hatred.

  Down the mountain, the scorching sea of flames and the ferocious floodwaters poured down, wreaking havoc on the island. Countless exquisite copper and iron structures, as well as majestic crystal palaces mixed with massive stone buildings, were all destroyed by more than half. The corpses of countless cultivators floated in the flood or were evaporated by the scorching flames, filling the entire island with a thick stench of charred flesh.

  A burst, a crimson light suddenly appeared in the sky above the island, frowning at all of this, and then as if sensing something, another wave of astonishment and disdain.

  Blood Without Borders carefully observed the entire island for a moment, then flashed to the side of a partially collapsed purple crystal palace building. With a wave of his right hand, the partially collapsed purple crystal palace building turned into powder under an invisible wave, revealing a 13 or 14-year-old boy who was unconscious, covered in bruises, with furrowed brows and a hint of horror on his face. Next to him were dozens of male and female corpses of cultivators, apparently from a somewhat powerful cultivator family.

  Xue Wu Ya looked at the unconscious young man, just thinking of withdrawing and leaving, but as soon as he turned around, he hesitated again. He stretched out his right hand, and a faint glow rose from the sea, gathering on Xue Wu Ya's fingertips to form a drop of lotus water essence. With a flick, the drop of lotus water essence shot into the young man's brow.

  A blue glow enveloped the young man, and in an instant, all his wounds were healing, his bruised face and swollen skin disappearing to reveal a smooth, delicate complexion and a handsome, youthful face.

  The blue light faded away, and the young man slowly came back to consciousness. As if he had thought of something, he immediately got up.

  When he saw the numerous corpses beside him, it was as if a thunderbolt had struck, and the young man suddenly froze, unable to come back to his senses for a long time. Only the clear tears continued to flow down his cheeks, those eyes that were once lively and curious now lost their focus, empty and hollow, completely unaware of the bloodstains beside him.

  After a long time, the young man came back to his senses and silently began digging with his bare hands on a clean and fluffy piece of land. His hands were bloody and bruised as he dug for half an hour, until a large pit was formed. Then, he carefully placed each body into the pit, whispering "Grandfather, Father, Mother, Grandmother..."

  "Huh, no, there's also big sister's," the young man said, looking around at the empty ground with a sense of loss. Then he came to his senses and thought that it must have been those evil gods who took her away. When those evil gods descended upon this Starweave Island, they saw them slaughtering divine beings and abducting young women, so it was definitely them! Big sister must have been taken by them!"

  But thinking of myself being in the Jade Void Realm, even the Heavenly Gods are not comparable, how can I win against them? Moreover, how can I pursue now?

  It wasn't until now that he realized he had come a long way. The young man was overcome with sorrow, and yet there was a glimmer of hope bursting forth in his empty eyes.

  After burying all the relatives, the young man finally came back to his senses from the extreme grief, only to find that Xue Wu Ya was standing in mid-air with an icy expression, emitting a very uncomfortable aura.

  "You... who are you? Are you one of those murderers? No, they all wore green robes. Who are you?" the young man asked in a panic.

  Suddenly, the young man seemed to think of something and hastily knelt down, continuously kowtowing with a loud thud, thud, thud. His forehead was also cracked open, bleeding profusely as he begged: "Great God Senior, please save my sister too, I beg of you!"

  Xue Wu Ya looked at the young man kneeling in front of him, begging for mercy, and did not stop his kowtowing. A glint of sharpness flashed in his eyes as he slowly said, "This seat is not a god from the Eastern Realm, but a demon god from the Western Realm."

  "Hmm," the young man trembled for a moment, but then thought of his current predicament and looked at Xue Wu Yan with a stubborn gaze. He said loudly, "I don't care if it's the Western Demon God or the cruel demon tribe, as long as you rescue my sister, I'm willing to pay any price in exchange, even including my life and soul!" As soon as he finished speaking, there was a loud thud, and the ground shook with a series of dull sounds.

  "This is what you said, I hope you don't regret it later!" Xue Wu Ya picked up the Tian Xu and chased after the remaining tracks, transforming into a streak of blood light that sped away.