Chapter 105: Emperor's Blood Continues the Road Ahead

"As long as I'm here, you can't die!"

As Zixia finished speaking, an indescribable terrifying pressure followed. This pressure was like millions of volcanoes erupting at the same time, like millions of demonic mountains descending, and even more like the boundless starry sky suddenly falling, making every inch of space seem to be about to collapse.

Hengyu Furnace revived! The majestic power was like a raging dragon emerging from the sea, the fiery phoenix blood soared into the sky, and the red light intertwined into a gorgeous glow, instantly submerging the entire magnificent city in red.

Under the cover of this supreme divine power, most of the monks felt it difficult to hold on and fell to the ground. They seemed to feel a few wisps of majestic aura left by the ancient emperors, and that kind of pressure made them tremble.

At the same time, the Xiantian Dao diagram that was about to approach in the night sky was also firmly fixed by this force, unable to sink any further, let alone get close to Ye Fan at all.

The whole world was shaking, and the terrifying pressure made everyone tremble and want to worship!

The monks who could still stand up gasped, their faces filled with awe and fear. The might of the ancient emperor was indeed shocking, and the power against the heavens was unimaginable. The imperial soldiers they left behind had only revived, but they had already shown such amazing power. What would happen if they really used it?

However, the face of the White-robed God King Jiang Taixu did not show joy, but was unusually solemn. Although the Hengyu Furnace had revived, the lines of the Xiantian Daowen had not been erased. As long as these lines did not disappear, it meant that the heaven and earth did not recognize the holy body.

Although Xiaozu can make the Hengyu Holy Furnace revive completely on its own, no one in the world can keep it in this state for a long time except the emperor.

Many monks can see that the path to the Holy Body has been cut off and is difficult to continue. Although the Hengyu Furnace can temporarily protect Ye Fan, it cannot protect him from wind and rain for a lifetime. Ye Fan's road ahead is still a cliff.

"Zixia," Ye Fan's voice was filled with deep tenderness. He walked forward and gently hugged Zixia's waist as if he wanted to keep the warmth of this moment forever.

"Put away the imperial weapon for a while..." He whispered, and his voice was almost only heard by Zixia, "Although, I really want to hold you like this for a while longer."

Zixia ignored Ye Fan.

"It's not the end of the road yet, don't give up! I'm still waiting for you to be invincible in this world and promise me a peaceful and happy life!" Zixia scolded.

At this time, Zixia's mind was all on Jiang Taixu. The Hengyu Furnace obeyed her call and revived on its own. She and Ye Fan were temporarily no longer in danger of death.

In her memory, Jiang Taixu was originally free from worries. He used his divine blood to erase the innate Dao diagram, broke it and stood up again, entering the realm of saint.

But now, because of me, Fairy Caiyun is still alive and living happily with the God King. I wonder if Jiang Taixu can still take that step and still follow the original trajectory and be reborn.

Ye Fan's mood gradually calmed down. He and Zixia stood side by side facing the Taoist diagram in the air, without fear of life or death.

There was a dead silence in the divine city. Everyone watched with bated breath, focusing on this battle that seemed irreversible.

Everyone knew that the Holy Body Ye Fan might be about to die, and even the Supreme Emperor's soldiers were powerless to save him. No one could save him from danger.

Among the younger generation, some breathed a sigh of relief with looks of joy on their faces, while others gloated over other people's misfortune, each with their own ulterior motives.

The holy sons and holy daughters looked at each other silently, with complicated expressions on their faces, and it was obvious that they could not calm down.

Even those high and mighty saints and supreme leaders of Zhongzhou were moved by this sudden change, and an atmosphere of relief permeated among all major forces.

"Ye Zi..." Pangbo's voice trembled.

"Hold on!" Tu Fei and Li Heishui clenched their fists and shouted loudly. They didn't want to see their good friend die like this.

"Woof!" Black Emperor let out a long howl towards the sky, feeling extremely regretful. If he had known this earlier, he should have left the seed behind before trying to break through!
"Is this really a dead end...what are you going to do, Jiang Zixia!" An Miaoyi stood aside, looking at Zixia calmly and praying silently in her heart.

Zixia stared at Jiang Taixu's pensive back, and a sense of determination surged in her heart. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, her eyes were clear, as if the clouds had been cleared and the sun had appeared. She drew out the "Heaven's Will" from her body without hesitation.

"Zixia! Don't take risks for me!" Ye Fan grabbed Zixia, but was instantly trapped in place.

"Little Ancestor! What are you going to do?" The God King Jiang Taixu asked anxiously.

Everyone who watched Ye Fan transcend the tribulation was curious and surprised, and they all speculated on what the girl from the Jiang family would do next.

"Alas, poor idiot." Someone sighed, his voice full of helplessness.

"To try to stop a chariot with a mantis arm is overestimating one's own abilities." Some people also commented contemptuously, thinking that Zixia's behavior was futile.

"Ouch!" Black Emperor went completely crazy. These two were the materials for synthesizing Little Wu Shi! He kept praying in his heart for a miracle to happen.

Upon seeing this, the Saint Master of the Jiang Family quickly flew towards Zixia and shouted, "Grandmaster Divine King, please stop her!"

Zixia's eyes were determined, and she shouted, "I have made up my mind. All members of the Jiang family, retreat! Guard here!" As soon as the words fell, a vast and powerful divine power poured down like a waterfall, instantly covering the Dragon Transformation Pond, leaving only Jiang Taixu inside.

"Jiang Taixu, help me keep an eye on Ye Fan! I want to give it a try!" Zixia ordered.

Everyone in the God City was shocked. They could not believe that this Jiang family woman could command the ancient Jiang family and control the Hengyu Divine Furnace. You know, the imperial weapon can only show its extreme power when it is controlled by a powerful person. Zixia's aura fluctuations are at most at the first level of the Immortal Realm, but she can do this. It is really unbelievable.

At this time, an old man appeared in the sky. He was wearing a dragon robe and a dragon crown. He was shining brightly and looked extraordinary, just like the Emperor of Heaven. However, his voice was trembling and unbelievable: "This... Is this the descendant of the Emperor?"

"What are these guys doing!?"

The old man's aura unconsciously radiated, and the air around him seemed to freeze, making everyone feel suffocated. The city of God was once again in turmoil, and no one was destined to have a peaceful night.

The news spread like a storm, crossing the void, passing through the Northern Territory, the Eastern Wasteland, and even the Central Plains, causing a huge wave. Everyone was overwhelmed by the appearance of this suspected descendant of the Great Emperor, and could not calm down.

Zixia slowly floated towards the Xiantian Dao Diagram and murmured in a low voice:

"Hiding from the will of heaven, avoiding karma, all kinds of shackles entrap my true self;

Following the will of heaven and accepting the cause and effect, today I know that I am who I am;
Once you realize the truth and see your true self, why fear the old shackles? "

With each sentence, a beautiful blood flower bloomed in Zixia's heart. After three sentences, three blood flowers bloomed like blooming roses. Her face flushed, looking extremely delicate and tragic. Ye Fan was heartbroken, "No! Zixia, stop!" Ye Fan shouted loudly, trying to stop it, but his body was firmly fixed by the powerful power of the God King and could not move at all.

Zixia was calm and peaceful at this moment, and the unique aura of the innate Taoist fetus spread like a spring breeze, making the air of the divine city peaceful.

The God King stared at Zixia, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he said in a deep voice: "The young ancestor has stepped into the eight forbidden areas!"

The crowd was also buzzing with discussion. Another innate Dao fetus? Everyone's eyes instantly focused on Zixia beside the Purple Mansion Saint Lord. At this time, she had transformed into a black gourd, broke through the extreme barrier, and flew to the top of Jiang Pengpeng, who was Zixia's incarnation.

At this moment, everyone's emotions were surging and it was difficult to calm down. They were shocked to find that Jiang Pengpeng's true identity was actually the Saint of Purple Mansion, or it could be said that the Saint of Purple Mansion was actually Jiang Pengpeng.

This discovery was like a bombshell, shocking everyone present. Although no one knew the reason behind it, the strength and status that Zixia showed at this moment undoubtedly made her the leader among the younger generation of the East Wasteland.

Among the younger generation, it was the first time that the Golden-winged Peng King lost his composure and showed discoloration.

He was strong, with flying golden hair, his battle suit gleaming with a cold luster, and his cloak fluttering in the wind. He howled to the sky, his eyes fixed on Zixia and Ye Fan, two sharp beams of light shot out of his eyes, murderous, but also with a sense of unwillingness and pity.

The young King Peng was about to get up and fly to the Dragon Pond, but the old King Peng, who appeared out of nowhere, held his shoulders and stopped his impulse.

Jiang Yifei rarely lost his calmness at this moment, and a tense expression appeared on his face. He stared at Jiang Zixia's figure in the sky, clenched his fists, and then slowly and weakly loosened them, revealing a deep sense of powerlessness.

The Saint of Yaochi looked like a fairy, dressed in white, surrounded by mist, and her beautiful eyes sparkled with a strange light. She looked at Zixia thoughtfully, then at Ye Fan, and finally at the distant night sky, as if she was thinking about something.

On the other side, the Holy Son of Yaoguang still maintained a calm demeanor. His 108 divine rings enveloped his body, making him look almost like a god.

Although his face showed no expression, his heart was stirred. He considered himself a rare genius in ancient times, a natural talent, but he never expected that someone in the younger generation would surpass him.

Yao Xi was like a bright pearl in the night sky, and as pure and noble as a newly blossomed divine lotus. However, her heart at the moment was like a raging storm, difficult to calm down. She stared at Zixia and Ye Fan in the distance, with a complex light flashing in her eyes. The scenes she had just seen left a deep mark in her heart, making her unable to calm down for a long time.

At the same time, a wave of anger rose in her heart: "You two bastards, you are a scourge to the world, and you played me like a fool! You deserve it! But don't die! I haven't taken revenge yet!"

The younger generation, the descendants of many holy places, and the outstanding disciples of major forces all felt the pressure at this moment. In front of them, the holy body successfully entered the Four Poles Secret Realm, and behind them, there was the innate Taoist fetus in a stunning red skirt. The most important thing was that these two people seemed to be a pair. They would definitely be the most terrifying opponents in the future. No one could remain calm.

Zixia's red skirt rustled like the brightest star in the night sky. Her brilliance was enough to look down on the younger generation of the East Wasteland. However, she had not yet fully grown up, so how could she compete with the sky?

The crowd watching witnessed this scene, some sighed with regret, while others secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

As a congenital Dao fetus, Zixia was born close to the Dao. The deeper her cultivation, the more she could merge with the Dao. At this moment, her combat power had reached the state of dragon transformation perfection, and she could mobilize the power of the Dao of heaven and earth, putting her in a mysterious state.

At this moment, her body was one with the Tao, one with the divine city, and one with the sky. She seemed to have become a part of nature, becoming increasingly hazy and unpredictable.

An old man said with emotion: "The Purple Mansion Saint Lady is indeed worthy of her reputation. She can always integrate into the realm of Taoism, which makes me feel ashamed.

"You old man, how dare you compare yourself with the descendants of the great emperor!" Someone immediately made a sarcastic remark.

Zixia concentrated on comprehending this Dao diagram, and gradually understood its deep meaning. She turned to Ye Fan and Jiang Taixu and explained calmly: "This Dao diagram is not meant to kill you, but to destroy your Dao foundation. Ye Fan, you still have a chance of survival."

"Pu!"

Zixia suddenly spat out a large mouthful of blood. She had just tried to change Daotu's will, but was severely backlashed.
"Sure enough, the Dao fetus is just a shortcut. My realm is too low and it is impossible to go against the will of heaven. It seems that I can only follow the original plan and use my essence and blood to erase this Dao diagram." Zixia made up her mind.

Seeing this, Ye Fan's heart was broken. He shouted, "Zixia, if you leave me, how can I live alone! I don't want you to use your lifeblood to lift my curse!" He turned to the God King anxiously and pleaded, "Stop her quickly! We can't let her take risks again!"

"Om-"

As the void trembled, the Hengyu Holy Furnace took the initiative to retract the divine power and the light dimmed. The Dao diagram that was originally suspended in the air began to slowly fall. Zixia tightly grasped the will of heaven in her hand, smeared her own blood, and accurately cut off every innate vein that threatened Ye Fan.

Then, she used the knife as a pen and carved the innate Tao diagram in the void.

"The emperor's blood can cleanse all sins, purify the path, and sever the cause and effect!" Jiang Taixu murmured to himself.

Slowly, the three drops of blood were used up. Although the Dao diagram became blurred, it still maintained its killing intent against Ye Fan. Just as Zixia was about to force out more blood, her body suddenly froze and she could not move.

"brush--"

A ray of light flashed, and the Pure Land of God King Jiang Taixu opened up, bringing Zixia into it instantly. This Pure Land had the sound of springs, the fragrance of flowers and plants, and was peaceful and harmonious. In the center of the Pure Land, a huge sacred tree swayed gently, and God King Jiang Taixu in white sat cross-legged underneath it. He looked solemn and sacred, like a god.

He looked at Zixia deeply, then slowly said: "Xiao Zu, leave the next thing to me."

In the pure land, petals were falling like snow, crystal clear and fragrant. In this poetic and picturesque scene, Jiang Taixu appeared in the world in white clothes, with an upright posture and extraordinary temperament, as if he was no different from a god.

With a soft "pop" sound, a bright blood flower suddenly bloomed from the heart of the God King, and then turned into a dazzling divine light, rushing straight towards the Dao Diagram. The God King said softly: "Although the blood of the gods is not as good as the blood of the little ancestor, it should be enough to erase this Dao Diagram."

The Dao diagram began to slowly dissipate under the impact of Shenhua, but it still stubbornly approached Ye Fan.

Seeing this, Ye Fan shouted anxiously: "Senior, please don't do this!" However, his body was still unable to move at all.

There was another "pop" sound, and a blood flower flew out from the heart of the God King again, but his face was peaceful, as if a god was holding a flower and smiling. He sat cross-legged under the God King Tree, surrounded by the blood-stained petals, as if the entire Pure Land was trembling for his heroic act.

At this moment, someone exclaimed: "The peerless God King actually replaced Zixia and wanted to use his blood to cleanse this Xiantian Dao diagram. The two of them worked together to go against the will of heaven and connect the broken path for the holy body!
"But even the peerless God King doesn't have much blood of gods, it's very little!"

"Brother Taixu! Do what you think is right!" Tears flashed in Fairy Caiyun's eyes.

Petals were falling all over the sky, sparkling with crystal luster. Under the God King tree, the figure in white clothes that was as white as snow and as rich as jade became more and more peaceful and peaceful, motionless.

The innate Dao diagram disappeared completely and was lost forever. Even if the heaven and earth did not approve, Zixia and Jiang Taixu went against the will of heaven and finally changed everything.

(End of this chapter)