Chapter 172: Feral Blood and Flesh

"Avici Soul‑Stilling! Primordial Slaughter Extermination!" the Ming He Ancestor rode the waves from the You Ming Blood Sea, and the killing domain formed by his two swords fused together froze the void within a hundred‑zhang radius.

Zhou Yi only felt the temporal‑spatial laws around his body suddenly lag, even his fingertips could barely move a fraction.

At the brink of disaster, nine dragon‑shaped qi bursts erupted within him, and the golden Dao patterns unique to his ancient saint body instantly crawled over his cheeks.

The blood‑colored sword qi, tearing through protective qi like a force that crushes rot, shredded the shield; the Ming He Ancestor's mouth curled into a cold smile.

Amid the shouts of countless Human Race cultivators, Zhou Yi's body, as hard as divine steel, shattered inch by inch like crystal, turning into a sky‑filled crimson‑golden blood rain that poured over the summit of Mount Buzhou.

The Sea of Blood Ancestor stood proudly in the void, a Twelve‑grade Karmic Fire Red Lotus blooming at his feet: "No matter how unparalleled your talent, you cannot escape the killing calamity."

Just as the crowd mourned, a sudden anomaly erupted. The scattered golden blood flashed with chaotic azure light, and the void resonated with chanting like a great bronze bell.

Blood pearls coalesced backward in time into a human shape; Zhou Yi was enveloped by dark‑yellow primal qi stepping out from radiance, his left eye showing yin‑yang twin fish, his right eye reflecting the celestial stars.

"This… this is clearly the Saint‑Fall Aspect," the Ming He Ancestor's pupils constricted sharply, and the Primordial Slaughter Sword in his hand emitted an uneasy tremor.

A half of a jade tablet, shimmering with primordial violet qi, floated on Zhou Yi's chest—it was the long‑lost "Book of Creation".

The mountain breeze suddenly turned into a vortex of cutting wind, and the shattered saint body completed its nirvana rebirth in an instant.

Sui Huang's fire‑staff erupted with ten‑thousand‑zhang brilliance, illuminating the shattered battlefield. Zhou Yi raised his hand to wipe the golden blood from his mouth, and nine heavens manifested behind him: "I must also thank the sect leader for this sword, which helped me cut through the final life‑death threshold."

Before the words finished, a muffled thunder rolled from beyond the Tushita Heaven, announcing the gathering of the Mixed‑Origin Calamity Cloud.

Seeing Zhou Yi's body suffused with dark‑yellow qi, the shattered form re‑coalesced within the blood mist, and the Ming He Ancestor's pupils suddenly constricted.

He clearly remembered that the Silent‑Extinction sword qi he had slashed had shattered the opponent's three souls and seven spirits, yet now it was as ineffective as stabbing into void.

"The Great Dao, spanning three thousand, always leaves a sliver of hope; if you can fathom the law of life and death, perhaps you can sever my reincarnation."

Zhou Yi's fingertips swirled with nine‑colored sunrise light; his seemingly casual words concealed Dao resonance.

The earlier god‑killing sword qi, infused with the Sea of Blood's origin, was indeed perilous—it shattered his immortal Dao body into countless fragments, and even his primordial soul in the Sea of Knowledge nearly burned away by karmic fire.

At the nexus of life and death, the "Qian" secret suddenly manifested on the spiritual platform.

This technique, originating from the ancient epoch, burst forth dazzling Dao patterns, forcibly carving a fleeting spark of life within the endless void river.

The "Zhe" secret immediately activated the primal reconstruction force, re‑gathering the Dao embryo from the shattered void like a phoenix's nirvana.

"Even the tip of a strong crossbow dares to bluff," the Ming He Ancestor, his blood‑stained robe rippling, sensed a clue; although the opponent's Dao resonance had recovered, his primordial essence was still like a candle in the wind.

The Primordial Slaughter Sword in his hand inhaled and exhaled crimson murderous qi, and where its tip pointed the mountains and rivers trembled: "I only need to mobilize thirty percent of the Sea of Blood's power; the living beings of this realm will instantly become blood food."

This threat was no empty words.

The myriad lives within a ten‑thousand‑li radius reflected in the Ming He Ancestor's blood‑red eyes; as long as he activates the Asura Dao's origin, he could indeed annihilate the entire Human Race's ancestral lands during Zhou Yi's breathing pause.

Zhou Yi heard the words and revealed a deeply concealed smile; nine golden wheels of law suddenly floated above his head. Each wheel corresponded to a primal Great Dao, interweaving into a mysterious celestial map: "Do you know why ancient great beings all called me the Constant Universe Dao Lord?"

Before the words ended, the nine golden wheels exploded with a roar, turning into a sky‑full of starlight that poured into his hundred bones.

Zhou Yi's five fingers formed a void grip, his palms blossoming with radiant sunrise light, manifesting an immortal root swirling with chaotic qi.

A crystal‑like jade fruit hung with a nine‑colored halo, the innate Peaches of Immortality sprout he had bartered from the Treasury of Ten Thousand Realms.

The fruit's flesh melted upon tasting, a torrent of vitality rolled back like a reversed galaxy; the shattered meridians reshaped before the eye, and the waning Purple Palace surged anew with golden waves.

"This… this is clearly the Chaos's Beginning spirit root, how could it fall into this child's hands?" the Ming He Ancestor's blood‑colored robe moved without wind, the Twelve‑grade Karmic Fire Red Lotus at his feet flickered uncertainly.

He clearly recalled three days ago using the River Map and Luo Script to divine heavenly mechanisms, calculating that Zhou Yi's primal source was depleted before daring to strike; now the opponent's qi surged like the rising sun.

The crimson river swirled in the void, reflecting the ferocious face of the Asura King.

The Ming He Ancestor naturally recognized this treasure capable of letting a quasi‑saint rebuild a Dao foundation; it should have been a relic of the ancient monsters beyond the thirty‑three heavens.

He pinched the nine‑dark nether thunder at his fingertips, only to have Zhou Yi's rising dark‑yellow primal qi swallow it all, using the chaotic spirit root to forcibly extend his life—such a method would even make a guest of the Purple Sky Palace wince.

"I'll see how many heavenly treasures you can squander!" the Avici Sword sliced a ten‑thousand‑zhang blood blade, and a resolute flash crossed the Ming He Ancestor's eyes.

He painstakingly plotted for a hundred years to lure out the demon master's true form, even sacrificing three blood‑god offspring clones to heavily wound Zhou Yi; how could he let a variable cause a loss of merit?

In the blood‑colored Dao realm, shadows of the Six Realms of Reincarnation floated, each vortex echoing the laments of countless souls.

Zhou Yi wiped the golden blood from his mouth, and deep within the Sea of Knowledge, the "Record of Primordial Chaos" blossomed with clear radiance.

He knew full well that using the Immortal Elixir to heal was like drinking jade nectar, but against the Ming He Ancestor's Primordial Slaughter Formation, only fighting fire with fighting could offer a sliver of hope.

His gaze swept over the trembling Human Race city beneath the blood‑colored sky, and his palm silently gathered the Dao resonance of a chaotic azure lotus.

"If you dare harm any of my people even a fraction…," a celestial star map of the heavens unfolded behind Zhou Yi, the starlight of the Twenty‑Eight Mansions piercing the blood mist, "I will crush the You Ming Blood Sea and consign the Asura Race to eternal ruin."

The tone suddenly turned sharp, "Empress Nüwa created humanity, the Supreme Purity established the sect; if you rashly entertain thoughts of annihilating a race, the nine‑heaven thunder will strike in an instant."

The Sea of Blood's master's face was as deep as an abyss; he knew the words were no empty threat. When the Dao Ancestor carved the Six Paths, he had hidden a holy mechanism within the Human Race's fortunes. If he truly provoked the Heavenly Dao, not only the Asura Race but even the very foundation of the Sea of Blood would turn to calamity ash.

The heavens suddenly rippled with spatial waves as Pangu's aura burst through the barrier. The might of the Twelve Ancestral Witches fell like stars, shaking the Sea of Blood into relentless turmoil.

The Sea of Blood's master's pupils narrowed sharply, recalling when Hou Tu transformed the cycle of rebirth, it was this blue‑clad Human Race standing beside him, pen in hand, defining heaven and earth.

"Today's debt shall be repaid tomorrow," the Sea of Blood's master transformed into a towering blood wave and fled, leaving a lingering, resentful howl in the void.

Zhou Yi watched the formidable foe retreat, then turned to Elder Sui Ren and said, "Suspend the Great Peng Bird's law body atop Mount Buzhou. Issue a decree to all divisions: any of our Human Race's people may partake of this feral flesh."

The master of the Sea of Blood's pupils shrank sharply, recalling when Hou Tu transformed the wheel of reincarnation—it was this green-clad Human Race figure who, at his side, wielded the brush and fixed the cosmos.

"Today's debt will be repaid tomorrow." the master of the Sea of Blood transformed into a towering blood wave and fled, leaving behind in the void an unwilling roar.

Zhou Yi watched the strong enemy retreat, then turned to the Sui elder and said: "Suspend the Great Peng Bird's dharma body on the summit of Mount Buzhou. Issue orders to all tribes: all my Human Race descendants may partake of this fiend's flesh and blood."