Chapter 141: Regaining Vitality

At this moment, Ruofeng felt like a lost child who had finally found her way. Her fingers swept across the strings with greater speed and fluency, the notes flowing like a stream, smooth and unrestrained. The sense of obstruction that had once plagued her vanished entirely. The war melody shifted from its low, somber depths to a thunderous climax, its sound becoming incredibly fierce and stirring. It was as if a blade had been drawn from its scabbard, and at that instant, the entire world trembled, as if the very earth itself wished to roar in response.

High in the sky, the numerous Profound Immortals finally breathed a sigh of relief. The notes had finally been brought under control; otherwise, even with their formidable cultivation, their hearts had been pounding with a terrifying sense of dread.

"Suppress these notes directly, lest they cause further chaos!" a voice bellowed. It was one of the Profound Immortals who had been attacking. Three of them acted in unison, intending to crush the war melody completely.

Yet, in a heartbeat, before they could even complete their strike, the melody that had just quieted surged toward the heavens, ringing out across the entire firmament. Each note carried a terrifying power, as if it had birthed a boundless desire for battle, rushing forward to clash with the immortals.

"No!" one of the Profound Immortals widened his eyes in horror. The others watched as the combined celestial energy of the three was shattered by the notes, dissipating in the blink of an eye. The sound of the war melody arrived instantly.

*Splat.*

Where the Profound Immortals had been standing, only a mist of blood remained; their heads had long since fallen. Three Profound Immortals had been extinguished in a single moment.

"What is happening?"
"Impossible!"
"This is absolutely impossible!"

The remaining immortals could not believe their eyes. In their view, they were all masters of the Profound Immortal realm—how could they be killed so casually by a few musical notes? Yet, the reality was laid bare before them; to deny it was merely to deceive themselves. Terror seized them in the sky.

"Everyone, act together! Do not give them a chance!"
"Suppress this war melody!"
"We cannot let this music continue its rampage!" they shouted in desperation.

Above the firmament, their spiritual power erupted like an ocean of celestial energy. Seven Profound Immortals struck simultaneously; such terrifying power could surely destroy the world. Nothing could escape their reach.

Inside the small courtyard, Zhu Xiaoyuan closed his eyes, listening intently to the music Ruofeng played. Whenever Ruofeng faltered, Zhu Xiaoyuan would tap the table, and instantly, the melody would regain its strength.

Across the sky of the Tianwu Realm, the war melody drifted. Wherever it passed, it felt as if millions of soldiers had descended—an army that had traversed time and space, bringing with it a cataclysmic, world-destroying force. At that very moment, the sea of celestial energy formed by the seven Profound Immortals shattered before their eyes.

These were seven Profound Immortals acting together! Yet, the war melody passed through them as if they were nothing, wanton and rampant. As the music swept by, only the sounds of *pop, pop, pop* remained. The seven Profound Immortals had no room to resist; they could only watch as their bodies exploded into gore under the weight of the melody.

Blood began to fall like rain from the midair. The entire Tianwu Realm was bathed in a rain of blood. The heavens and the earth fell silent, and everything returned to calm. The destruction of ten Profound Immortals had taken but a flick of a finger.

The world remained silent. As the blood rain drifted, the war melody continued, vast and expansive. It did not stop; instead, it surged upward through the high clouds, piercing the rift in the boundary and striking into another world. Behind that boundary, screams erupted. Blood flowed through the rift, pouring from the Immortal Realm into the Tianwu Realm. Judging by the speed and volume of the flow, one could only guess how many had been struck down by the melody on the other side.

A very aged voice rang out once more: "Shut it down! Remove the boundary stone immediately! Do not strike back, hurry and let the rift heal!" The voice was filled with terror. The very boundary they had exhausted themselves to open had turned from a gateway for their reinforcements into a path for slaughter. The notes, imbued with terrifying power, had forced their way through. On their side, it had become a river of blood.

Soon, the spatial rift, deprived of the boundary stone, sealed rapidly. Finally, the boundary was restored, leaving no trace of the damage that had occurred.

Within the Tianwu Realm, the sky, once tumultuous, was now pure and deep blue. It was as if nothing had happened. The battle had ended. In the Tianwu Realm, the rain of blood continued to fall. The lifelong cultivation and essence of the ten Profound Immortals had merged into that bloody mist. This was no ordinary mist; it was saturated with immense celestial energy.

When these ten Profound Immortals first arrived in the Tianwu Realm, they had acted as if they were supreme beings, swaggering through the world and demanding the worship of all. They had even intended to destroy the entire realm. But now? In a mere instant, they had become a nourishing rain for the Tianwu Realm.

As the blood rain, mingled with potent celestial energy, fell, the earth seemed to be nourished. The various disasters that had been plaguing the land ceased. The cracked earth began to mend; the collapsing mountains stabilized. Above the ruined sects, trees grew wildly, transforming from tiny saplings into towering giants. As for the deserts where yellow sand had once billowed, the ground churned, and spring water surged forth to irrigate the land, turning the desert into an oasis.

If the world had previously faced the apocalypse, it was now being reborn. It was a scene of unparalleled vitality. The living beings of the Tianwu Realm, who had been kneeling on the ground, were stunned. They could feel the soul-crushing pressure vanish, leaving them with an immense sense of relief. Everywhere they looked, there was no sign of disaster, only vibrant, growing life.

"It’s raining... why is the rain red? It’s blood rain!" a young man murmured as he stood in the downpour. He looked up, and a drop of rain landed on his lips. "Is this the blood of immortals?"

In that instant, the energy within his body surged forward with newfound power.