My Dreams Connect to Ancient Times-Chapter 213 - 50: That Sky-Splashing True Immortal’s Blood

The Dead Immortal's attack was so sudden and swift that many hadn't even had time to react.

A terrifying shockwave spread out, becoming a vast ripple that swept across the area. One by one, the True Immortals hidden within the void and in folded space were blasted out into the open!

Marquis Zhuge's expression changed drastically. He had been protecting the group with a magic array and wanted to retreat with Zhuge Ke, but the ripple that swept over them was too powerful. It froze every living creature nearby in place. They could speak and communicate, but they were utterly unable to move!

As everyone watched in horror, one True Immortal after another tumbled out of the void. Many of them were famous, top-tier figures.

Figures like Yan Huang, the chairman of Longque Technology; the chairman of Aotao Organism; and even the Federation Grand Speaker, Li Yutong.

Lu Xuan even saw the Qing Ping Daoist get swept out of the folded space, looking disheveled, but he wasn't targeted by the Dead Immortal's assault.

The Dead Immortal ignored these well-known True Immortals, instead lunging toward some that no one had ever seen or even heard of.

Roaring, "Valiant Old Qin!", he drew upon a vast and mighty power. His body erupted in a blinding golden radiance, and with a flip of his palm, it was as if heaven and earth were being overturned.

A True Immortal shrouded in Buddhist light was brutally struck, spilling copious amounts of blood. His treasured body, like fragile porcelain, became covered in cracks!

Another True Immortal, radiating intense killing intent, was sent stumbling back, coughing up blood. Every step he took made the void itself rumble!

"Immortals and Buddhas are a scourge! They shall be swiftly and severely punished!" The Dead Immortal stopped chanting "Valiant Old Qin." His eyes flew wide with rage as, like a stiff puppet, he lunged to slaughter four or five unfamiliar True Immortals who radiated an ancient aura.

"Insolence!" The True Immortal wreathed in Buddhist light was sent flying once more. The terrifying might of the blow tore his aura of light to shreds, revealing his true face.

He was a Little Monk, coughing up mouthful after mouthful of Immortal Blood, his face a mask of horror and fury.

"Team up! We have to put him down!"

The other True Immortal, whose killing intent soared to the heavens, strode forward. With a savage look, he drew his long saber, raised it to the sky, and brought it down in a vicious chop!

The killing intent and the energy from the blade intertwined, forming a vast river that surged down upon the Dead Immortal!

The Little Monk also made his move. He chanted Buddhist scripture as Golden Lotuses bloomed around him. The Brahma Sound rippled out like the tolling of morning bells and evening drums, thundering across the world.

Several nearby Celestial Humans and Earth Immortals who were frozen in place—as well as Wang Zhiyao, Zhang Huatian, and the Chen Family Siblings—were dazed by the Brahma Sound. An expression of pious devotion unconsciously spread across their faces.

Lu Xuan frowned. He was just about to intervene and purge the influence of the Brahma Sound when, a short distance away, Yan Huang beat him to it. His expression a mixture of doubt and alarm, he scattered a wave of Immortal Light, cleansing the souls of the many beings ensnared by the chant and jarring them back to their senses.

At that moment, the Little Monk slammed down his Great Buddha Seal. It struck the Dead Immortal at the same time as the river of blade energy. The other three True Immortals who had been attacked earlier also seized the opportunity, each unleashing their own Great Slaughter Technique.

For a time, the entire Taishan region was engulfed in dazzling Immortal Light. If not for the faint, imposing aura emanating from the towering coffin and casket to protect the landscape,

a ten-thousand-li radius would have likely crumbled to ash from a mere sliver of the aftershock!

The Dead Immortal was struck by the five True Immortals of unknown origin and blasted apart in mid-air. But before they could even breathe a sigh of relief, a brilliant golden light shone from within the shattered remains of its body. It was the drop of blood from before!

The golden blood trembled slightly, reflecting visions of prosperous ages past and present. It reassembled the Dead Immortal's shattered body, and its aura surged dramatically!

"Immortals and Buddhas are a scourge!"

Restored to perfect condition and even stronger than before, the Dead Immortal roared:

"By the Supreme Profound Clarity Order! By the decree of the First Emperor! Immortals and Buddhas are a scourge and shall be swiftly and severely punished!"

"Punish! Punish! Punish!!"

He shot into the air, spreading his arms like a Great Peng bird taking flight. He used no terrifying Killing Skills or Immortal Techniques, simply crushing his foes with his raw Physique alone!

The saber-wielding True Immortal radiating killing intent had half his body blasted away. The True Immortal who embodied both compassion and the wails of mournful ghosts was smashed into the earth, the aftershocks tearing several massive, thousand-li-long chasms in the ground.

The other two True Immortals—one wreathed in visions of weapons and war, the other brimming with boundless life force—fared no better. Despite unleashing their ultimate techniques, they could no longer harm the fully restored Dead Immortal and were grievously wounded in return.

The last of them, the Little Monk, paled. He retreated step by step, the void shattering beneath his feet as he cried out hoarsely:

"Help me! I am a Great Physician of the Life Tower!"

However, neither Old Yan nor the True Immortals from factions like Dragon Tiger Mountain and the Wudang Sect made a move. The chairman of Aotao Organism hesitated for a moment but also refrained from stepping forward.

To a Grand Grade expert, the power the Dead Immortal currently displayed wasn't overwhelming—only equivalent to a Sixth Grade True Immortal. But...

before it was last destroyed, its aura and power were merely on par with a Ninth Grade True Immortal!

It had been destroyed once and re-formed once, yet it had leaped all the way to the Sixth Grade, skipping three entire ranks in a single step!

At the True Immortal realm, the gap between each grade was terrifyingly vast. For instance, the gulf between the Ninth and Eighth Grade was as wide as the difference between a Bone Forger Martial Artist and a peak Great Celestial Human!

Who knew what would happen if they managed to put the Dead Immortal down again?

'Will it die for good this time, or... will it rise to become a Third Grade True Immortal?'

As the various True Immortals and Grand Grade experts watched on coldly,

the Dead Immortal, arms outstretched like a Great Peng, swooped down with a roar:

"Wind! Wind! Great Wind!"

The Little Monk's expression changed drastically. He pulled out Immortal Treasures like his Wooden Fish, Kasaya, and Zen Staff to defend himself, but the Wooden Fish was shattered, the Kasaya was torn to shreds, and the Zen Staff snapped in two!

Terror seized his heart, and he roared once more:

"Sakata Shindo! Save me!"

With a sigh, a one-armed old man materialized in the Celestial Vault. His face alone spanned ten thousand li as his only remaining hand—his right—pressed down, bringing with it a boundless, imposing force.

Lu Xuan's eyes narrowed dangerously. In the distance, the Dead Immortal was crushed by the pressure, its body instantly collapsing into primordial motes of dust.

But in the next moment, the drop of golden blood pulsed, emitting a resplendent golden radiance that projected scenes of a populace in prayer and a great army raising their weapons high.

Then, as the True Immortals and countless other beings watched with horror-struck expressions, the disintegrated particles reassembled into the Dead Immortal, its aura and power surging once again!

"Immortals and Buddhas are a scourge!"

"And a scourge must be punished!"

The Dead Immortal let out a frenzied cry. It thrust out a hand, silently piercing through the void to emerge from behind the Little Monk's head, and grabbed!

CRACK!

The Little Monk's head was crushed. His headless body staggered, still trying to flee, but the Dead Immortal instantly pounced, wrapping its arms around the torso and shouting:

"A sacrifice! To the First Emperor!"

"A sacrifice! To the Supreme Profound Clarity!"

As it spoke, it violently tightened its arms. A terrifying power that bordered on the level of fundamental principles erupted, completely crushing the Little Monk's body—along with his True Spirit, Divine Soul, Dao Foundation, and everything else!

THUMP!!

With that muffled impact, the sky above warped, and a rain of Immortal Blood filled the air!

Everyone was stunned, watching in a daze as the Immortal Blood drifted down. Wherever it landed, it nourished the earth. Grass and trees began to grow wildly, becoming lush and verdant in an instant.

At that moment, Zhuge Ke couldn't resist the urge to perform a divination. Her father, Marquis Zhuge, tried to stop her.

"Are you insane? Do you think this is something you can perform a Divination on?"

But it was too late. A glowing wheel of light and several Ancient Copper Coins had already materialized in Zhuge Ke's palm.

The coins chimed, and a bone-chilling killing intent materialized in the void. Accompanied by chants of "Valiant Old Qin!" and "Great Wind!", it bore down on her!

Marquis Zhuge's face drained of color, despair flashing in his eyes. 'She divined the undivinable. The backlash is here, just as I feared. Even a True Immortal died... Xiaoke, she...'

However, after shattering the wheel of light and the coins, the killing intent—strong enough to obliterate a True Immortal—rushed toward Zhuge Ke, only to stop abruptly just before it reached her.

The chants of "Valiant Old Qin!" and "Great Wind!" suddenly contained... a hint of reverence?

Then, the ethereal voices changed to a chant: "All praise to the Supreme Profound Clarity!" The killing intent vanished with it. Zhuge Ke stood rooted to the spot, looking around in a complete daze.

She wasn't the only one who was dumbfounded. Marquis Zhuge, Zhang Jifeng, and the others nearby were equally stunned. Only Lu Xuan wore a pensive expression.

'Just as I thought,' he mused. 'If my guess is correct...'

'this enormous coffin and casket, dragged here by nine True Dragon Corpses, is related to me.'

'Or, to be more precise, my 'future' self has a profound connection to the Great Qin!'

'However...'

A wry smile touched his lips. 'A sacrifice to the Supreme Profound Clarity... That word, "sacrifice," doesn't sit well with me. It could mean a reverent offering, but it could also mean a funeral sacrifice...'

Meanwhile, in the distance, the faces of the other four True Immortals—the ones who had been struck but only grievously wounded—drained of color. They stared at the rain of Immortal Blood, their hearts filled with terror.

Immediately, the four True Immortals, their bodies cracking and broken, fled in four different directions.

The one radiating killing intent fled North. The one wreathed in visions of weapons fled West. As for the one brimming with life force and the one surrounded by both ghostly wails and compassionate will, one fled South while the other sped East.

The Dead Immortal glanced over and roared:

"Immortals and Buddhas are a scourge! Exterminate them! Slaughter them! Annihilate them!"

With that furious roar, the Dead Immortal's left foot stomped toward the East, its right foot toward the West, while its left and right hands respectively snatched toward the South and North.

Before countless horrified eyes, the four True Immortals were stomped to pieces and crushed into pulp. Each of them exploded into a torrent of Immortal Blood that rained down in all four directions, enriching the world below.

After slaughtering five True Immortals in a row, the Dead Immortal walked back step by step. It came to a halt beside the nine massive Dragon Corpses and sat cross-legged next to the coffin and casket, muttering to itself.

"Valiant Old Qin! Valiant Old Qin!"

As the murmurs rippled out, the world fell deathly silent.

"Five..." Chen Shu began, his voice trembling. "Five True Immortals... are just dead? Just like that?"

No one answered. Everyone was trembling, utterly terrified.

It had all happened too quickly, too suddenly. The shock was simply too great. Even after the ripple that had frozen everyone in place slowly dissipated, no one fled. They were all still in a stupor.

From the moment the Earth Immortal pried open the coffin and casket, was killed by the golden blood, and transformed into the Dead Immortal, to that same creature slaughtering five True Immortals—only a few short minutes had passed!

In just a few short minutes, five great figures who stood at the pinnacle of the modern world had been brutally slain!

What was strange, however, was that the Dead Immortal had only attacked and killed those five particular True Immortals, completely ignoring the other True Immortals and Grand Grade experts present.

It was too bizarre. The Celestial Humans and Earth Immortals who had rushed to Taishan all stared grimly at the Dead Immortal seated by the coffin and casket, terrified it would suddenly fly into another rampage.

After a long, dead silence, Lu Xuan was the first to recover, murmuring softly to himself.

'Where did those five True Immortals come from? The Little Monk claimed to be a Great Physician from the Life Tower...'

Chen Ye carefully tugged on the corner of Lu Xuan's sleeve, her voice tense.

"Don't talk! Everyone is looking at you!"

Though Lu Xuan's voice hadn't been loud, it was exceptionally jarring in the dead silence. Many of the Celestial Humans, Earth Immortals, and even the True Immortals turned to look in his direction.

Among them was Sakata Shindo, his expression unreadable. He recognized Lu Xuan at a glance, and a thought began to form in his mind.

A malevolent glint flashed in his eyes.