Within the Divine King’s pure land, flower petals drifted down—crystalline and radiant one by one.

Beneath the divine tree stood the white-robed Divine King, his robes drenched with blood, his chest pierced by the divine spear. Yet he did not move. His black hair hung loose. Upon his jade-like face, both eyes remained tightly shut—like a deity.

“The blood of a deity…”

The King of the Night cried out. The divine blood was like rosy mist, flowing upward along the golden divine spear, igniting his body and setting it ablaze with a harsh, blinding light. He was in agony beyond measure, yet could not break free.

“Why?!”

The golden divine robe upon his body shimmered brilliantly with divine radiance—but it could not alter any of this. It could not block the roaring flames.

Because the golden robe had not covered every inch of his flesh. The divine blood had entered through his hands and was burning its way into his body from within—and even the divine robe could not stop it.

BOOM!

His five viscera and six bowels all ignited. The divine robe blazed brilliantly, yet it could not protect what lay within. The King of the Night shook his wild hair and howled toward the heavens.

He struggled with all his might, but to no avail. The peerless Divine King’s hands were like the roots of the great earth—immovable, gripping the war spear without the slightest motion, like a deity who had existed from the beginning of time immemorial.

BOOM!

Scarlet radiance shot into the heavens; firelight poured in every direction. The King of the Night’s skull began to burn as well. That young, fiercely handsome face turned snow white, completely twisted in agony.

“I am the Lord of Night—I reign over all under heaven! No one can kill me!”

He howled skyward, drawing upon the power of the great Dao—attempting to extinguish the flames. But it had no effect whatsoever.

The divine fire enveloped him, illuminating the entire pure land—like the first ray of light at the dawn of creation: sacred and serene, yet containing within it limitless, terrifying power.

The King of the Night was unwilling to yield. He tightened his grip on the golden war spear, attempting to wrench it free from the peerless Divine King’s body and sever himself from all of this. But it was futile. He was fixed in place, unable to move even a fraction.

The people within the sacred city were all stunned and awestruck. They had thought the Divine King had been killed—yet he had employed such a technique, intending to burn the king of Central Province to ash.

“The holy sage revives!”

The King of the Night roared. At this moment, if no solution appeared, he was certain to die. The divine blood of the deity had burned into his very bones.

Hum!

The golden divine robe upon his body blazed with light that soared into the heavens—as though it had taken on a life of its own, trembling without cease. This was a divine robe refined by an ancient holy sage. Under all of heaven, save for a Great Emperor, almost no one could shatter it.

It could be said that this was the divine object cultivators dreamed of—something encountered only by fortune, never sought. An absolute rarity among rarities in the world.

“Lord of Night—eternal and undying—bloodline revived!”

He was drawing upon the power of the divine robe to awaken his dormant silver blood, calling forth a nameless and terrifying latent potential.

Rumble rumble rumble!

The sound of a great sea surge arose. Silver blood seeped from his flesh, transforming into pure white flames that blazed to life—opposing the scarlet divine blood, attempting to expel it.

And at this moment, the ancient holy sage’s divine robe gradually revived, supplying him with inexhaustible divine power. The King of the Night shattered the void with his roar. Slowly—yet with absolute and unwavering resolve—he pulled the divine spear free from the Divine King’s body.

Then, he transformed into a streak of light and burst out of the Divine King’s pure land, howling without cease in the night sky above as he attempted to smother the flames on his body.

His howls were heart-rending—so agonizing that many cultivators could not endure them. They were shaken into unconsciousness and fell backward where they stood.

“Ah…”

With one final roar from the King of the Night—as though all his remaining strength had been expended—his physical body was nearly burned to charcoal. The flames were at last extinguished.

“Jiang Taixu… you have reduced me to this state. I will refine your divine blood to make up for everything I have lost!” The King of the Night’s voice was bone-chillingly cold—enough to make anyone’s hair stand on end.

Thud!

Silver blood burst from his scorched, split body and spread across every inch of him. Then, a holy light like moonlight began to flash repeatedly, illuminating him completely.

BOOM!

Pure white flames ignited. He was reborn from the fire. The cracked flesh renewed itself with the vigor of life—soft and delicate as an infant’s skin. He had revived.

Throughout this process, the divine robe upon his body shuddered continuously, blazing with light ten thousand zhang high—as if it were breathing, possessing inexhaustible life force.

“What kind of physique does he have? Why does he possess silver blood?”

Many people within the sacred city were perplexed and unsettled. The King of the Night’s physique was formidable—in no way inferior to the Eastern Wasteland Divine Physique.

“He has the divine robe of an ancient holy sage—what is to be done?” Worry appeared on the faces of the Jiang Family members. This supreme divine object of the world was virtually indestructible. The Jiang Family also possessed one—but unfortunately had not brought it this time.

“Jiang Taixu—how will you contend with me now?!”

The King of the Night, relying on the ancient holy sage’s divine robe, held his golden war spear and once again pierced through the Divine King’s pure land—entering with effortless ease.

This time, he did not rashly make his move. With the divine spear pointed from afar, formless killing intent manifested and condensed into a sharpness that could pierce through all things, surging toward Jiang Taixu.

The divine tree swayed. Petals fluttered and danced. The Divine King’s white robes were drenched with blood. Still he did not move—appearing to have truly passed into nirvana beneath the tree. The wound in his chest, front and back exposed to light, had ceased bleeding.

“Jiang Taixu—you have broken through to the Great Accomplishment stage of the Divine King realm. But your vitality has run dry in the end!” The King of the Night laughed coldly, saying: “My blood has not transformed toward a divine bloodline as yours has—but I am far more abundantly alive than you!”

“If you wish to kill me, you need not say so much. Come forward whenever you please. The reason you hesitate and do not strike is because you are afraid.” The peerless Divine King finally spoke—yet his eyes did not open.

“Afraid? Laughable! I have the divine robe of an ancient holy sage—I am matchless under heaven! Who can contend with me? Even if you were at your optimal state, you would have not the slightest chance!”

Hiss!

A peerless sharp radiance appeared. Jiang Taixu sat cross-legged beneath the divine tree—yet his entire body’s life essence and vital energy merged with the great Dao and burst forth!

This was a white-robed Divine King—almost identical to Jiang Taixu himself—born from union with the Dao. In an instant it appeared before his eyes. An incomparable pressure, boundless and all-encompassing!

This was a form of divine might—as if it were opening heaven and splitting the earth, as if it had returned to the age when all things were first born. There was no one who did not feel fear.

“Ah…”

The King of the Night cried out. Black hair whipped chaotically. The golden divine spear pointed skyward—meeting the world-shaking strike that manifested from the peerless Divine King’s transformed form. Simultaneously, the divine robe upon his body blazed like the sun, igniting completely.

Dong!

The heavens were punched through. The peerless Divine King’s strike, delivered with all his might, seemed in an instant to have pierced through past, present, and future—releasing the most extreme power the Dao could offer!

Every person within the sacred city was pressed down to the ground by this supreme might. Not a single one could stand.

Bang!

The King of the Night was sent flying out of the pure land, hurled toward the farthest reaches of the sky. Then he plummeted violently downward, coughing up great mouthfuls of blood that fell and reduced entire sections of palace halls to powder.

Though gravely injured, the king of Central Province showed no anguish. He even managed a smile—coughing blood as he spoke: “Jiang Taixu, you are finished!”

Within the Divine King’s pure land, the peerless Divine King’s body swayed—he nearly collapsed beneath the divine tree. He looked as though he had exhausted a lifetime’s essence and vital energy, every last trace of his life force worn away.

“Your most powerful strike—the Sacred Art of Battle—has already been unleashed. How will you fight me now?!” The King of the Night coughed blood and bellowed.

“The ancient holy sage’s divine robe cannot be pierced through—you cannot touch the foundation of my being!” He laughed to the heavens—the fierce and handsome face now almost savage in its expression.

“Divine King, Founding Ancestor!” The Jiang Family members cried out in grief. All of them could not bear to keep watching.

“Ha ha…”

The seven Sacred Sovereign-level figures erupted in laughter. At last they breathed a long sigh of relief. The Divine King was about to perish. An era was coming to an end. They no longer needed to fear.

“Jiang Taixu—I want the Purple Mountain’s Emperor Dao. I want the Nine Secrets. Then I will send you on your way!” The King of the Night strode upward into the high heavens with a supreme, all-dominating presence—truly worthy of one who reigns over all under heaven.

Within the sacred city, every heart trembled with dread. The Divine King of the Eastern Wasteland and the king of Central Province—both had persisted in this world for over four thousand years without decaying. Their peerless clash had at last drawn toward its close.

Thud!

The Divine King’s pure land was said to be eternally impenetrable—yet beneath the ancient holy sage’s divine spear, it was pierced through in an instant. The King of the Night stepped inside with effortless ease.

“Even your pure land cannot stop me. Do you still wish to struggle? How do you intend to face the peerless divine objects left behind by the ancient holy sage?!”

The King of the Night roared. The divine spear swept skyward—then slowly descended, pointing toward Jiang Taixu’s throat.

“King of the Night—you take advantage of someone in distress. What kind of king is that? Killing our clan’s Divine King in this manner—the Jiang Family will never rest until we have settled this debt with you!” Several Jiang Family elders’ tiger eyes brimmed with tears.

Jiang Yun let out a great oath to the heavens and roared: “If our clan’s Divine King falls, the Jiang Family will unleash our full reservoir of hidden power! No matter whether you have holy lands behind you, or immortal dynasties of Central Province at your back—we will sweep them all away with the Eternal Universe Sacred Furnace!”

“I am the Lord of Night—I have moved freely under heaven all my life! Who dares threaten me? Jiang Taixu, your death is certain!” The King of the Night struck out. Peerless killing intent swept across the entire pure land.

Beneath the divine tree, the white-robed Divine King held the Caiyun Immortal. His expression was serene—without joy, without sorrow—without the slightest trace of fear toward death.

The Divine King carried regret. Dynasty after dynasty, scene after scene—separated for four thousand years—transformed into one heavy, long sigh.

He turned his body to face the King of the Night—and let out one more soft, gentle exhalation.

“You…”

The King of the Night was struck as though by lightning. His entire body froze in place. His peerless killing intent was shattered. His soul was nearly scattered!

Clang!

The golden war spear in his hand fell to the ground. His brow split open. A thread of fresh blood seeped forth. His face was covered with an expression of utter disbelief. He forced his mouth open with great difficulty and said: “The Sigh of a Deity…”

He fell backward into the pure land, nearly unable to believe any of this. His expression was twisted—he could not accept this outcome.

“Could it truly be… the Sigh of a Deity?!”

“After an ancient Divine King has reached the pinnacle and climbed one step further beyond the summit, they may display the power of a deity. From ancient times to the present, very few have ever managed it—and yet the Jiang Family’s Divine King has displayed it in the moment of his mortal peril!”

Everyone was astonished. All of this had surpassed people’s expectations by far.

“Why could it pass through the ancient holy sage’s divine robe and penetrate my body and soul…” The King of the Night refused to accept it. The peerless divine object was unharmed—yet he had been pierced through.

The Sigh of a Deity had destroyed all his life force!

Clang!

The ancient holy sage’s divine robe—a supreme rarity in the world, possessing life—spontaneously left the King of the Night’s body. Together with the war spear, it transformed into golden divine light and burst free from the pure land.

BOOM!

A dimensional gateway appeared in the sky. The Great Emperor sacred weapon that had been contesting the Eternal Universe Furnace released billions upon billions of streaks of lightning, tearing open space—traversing the void and departing.

The ancient holy sage’s divine robe followed close behind, vanishing into it—and was gone in the blink of an eye, leaving no trace.

Thud!

Within the pure land, the King of the Night collapsed and shattered—body and soul annihilated.

“He’s dead—the King of the Night has been killed!”

“Jiang Taixu released the Sigh of a Deity and struck down the enemy who had been his mortal foe!”

The seven Sacred Sovereign-level figures’ faces turned white as snow. Each one fled in a different direction. Their time of reckoning had come.

But it was a pity—all of this had long been destined. They could not escape.

The peerless Divine King walked out of the pure land. The Eternal Universe Sacred Furnace instantly flew to hover above his head. He vanished in the blink of an eye.

Within a sacred city, if an excessive number of supreme experts were present, their vital blood qi would inevitably soar like dragons directly into the heavens—impossible to conceal.

BOOM!

In the due north direction, the first pillar of vital blood qi soaring to the heavens was extinguished—signaling the death of a supreme expert.

BOOM!

In the due west direction, the second dragon-shaped blood qi was extinguished. Another supreme expert was erased from this world!

…

“The peerless Divine King has made his move—divine might like thunder!”

“His speed is too fast—in the blink of an eye, two supreme experts have already been slain!”

“Tonight, the sacred city is destined to be stained red with the blood of the supreme!”

Everyone was stunned. This night would surely be inscribed in the annals of cultivation history!