Chapter 142: Like Trash

"Between heaven and earth, fortune and misfortune are interdependent!"

"Destruction is nothing but a new beginning!"

The voice of an old man drifted out from the crevices of the mountains. In the blink of an eye, his blood-soaked, withered frame transformed into the appearance of a youth.

"The opportunity of the Tianwu Realm... this is truly the opportunity of the Tianwu Realm!"

A crow perched upon a branch. Under the mist of blood, golden feathers began to sprout from the creature’s body.

A massive serpent, which had been writhing in a swamp, suddenly ceased its struggle. As the rain of blood fell, two protrusions resembling dragon horns emerged from its head. In an instant, the serpent had transformed into a jiao-dragon!

Every living creature in the Tianwu Realm was now reaping the benefits brought by this rain of blood!

Across the land, the people who had previously been in a state of panic were now erupting in wild, jubilant celebration.

"Not only did we survive, but we have gained such power!"

"Who could have imagined that behind such destruction lay such a grand opportunity? It was that master in the Southern Yi!"

"It was he who slew the ten Profound Immortals, allowing us to withstand such a tremendous blessing!"

"After this battle, our Tianwu Realm shall welcome a rebirth!"

All the cultivators were overcome with excitement.

At the same time, almost everyone knelt down simultaneously, bowing deeply toward the direction of Southern Yi. Whether they were cultivators or mortals, they were all the same in this moment.

They had witnessed the events in the heavens and saw how the peerless expert in Southern Yi had taken down all those Profound Immortals without even exerting the slightest bit of effort. If the Tianwu Realm could survive, it was entirely because that master in Southern Yi had allowed it to. This entire opportunity was a gift bestowed by him.

The rain of blood continued to pour down. Unintentionally, Southern Yi had become the place with the highest concentration of Profound Immortal blood. If the rain elsewhere was merely a light drizzle, in Southern Yi, it was a torrential downpour!

"This rain is nothing short of nectar and treasure to us!"

Within the Jixing Sacred Land, the Holy Lord Lingji bathed in the blood rain, his body fully healed by its power.

"The physique and energy of everyone in the Tianwu Realm will be transformed by this rain. Countless geniuses will emerge, and the very standing of the Tianwu Realm will likely be elevated because of this!"

Holy Lord Ziyang’s eyes were filled with excitement. His own body was completely mended, and not only that, but the aura within him was surging.

An Immortal!

Holy Lord Ziyang was on the verge of becoming an Immortal!

"Is this the true strength of Senior Zhu? It is terrifying—those were ten Profound Immortals, yet they were slain the moment they crossed into this realm!" Holy Lord Lingji said, tilting his head to catch the rain, his tone filled with reverence.

"I suspect this was not done by Senior Zhu himself," Holy Lord Ziyang said after a brief pause. "The battle song played just now sounded like the music of a zither. I believe it was not Senior Zhu who took action, but his disciple, the young lady Ruofeng!"

Hearing this, Holy Lord Lingji was left dumbstruck. Who could have imagined that a mere disciple of Senior Zhu could casually slay ten immortals? And these were no ordinary immortals—they were at the level of Profound Immortals! Lingji felt like cursing out loud; who knew that Senior Zhu’s disciple could be heaven-defying to such a degree?

At that moment, all the disciples of the Jixing Sacred Land stood in the rain, waiting to be irrigated by the blood of the Profound Immortals.

Meanwhile, at Kongling Temple, Master Kongling was busy directing his disciples.

"Hurry, stop worrying about yourselves! Bring out the Buddha statues now; we can use this opportunity to expand our power. Let the golden bodies of the Buddhas all become immortals!" The master of Kongling Temple was ecstatic. This opportunity belonging to the Tianwu Realm was simply too formidable!

"Master, this rain in the Tianwu Realm has come at the perfect time. I believe even Xianchen’s injuries will be healed by this downpour." An old monk looked toward Master Kongling, his eyes filled with hope.

Master Kongling stared at the sky with his aged eyes. Lost in thought, he shook his head upon hearing the old monk’s words.

"This heavy rain means nothing to Xianchen; it is only we who would view this as a grand opportunity."

The old monk’s eyes widened, as if he could not comprehend what the master was saying. Master Kongling sighed deeply.

"Xianchen is currently by that person’s side! She is destined to become a Buddha!"

Upon hearing this, the old monk fell silent. They sank into an endless, profound stillness.

...

"Sit down and begin your enlightenment right here in the rain of blood!"

"Our path is the sword in our hands!"

At the Changsun Clan, Changsun Chenglu was drenched in blood, his clothes stained crimson. Yet, he cared not for such things. He had to seize this opportunity to lead the entire clan into enlightenment, striving to gain some insight.

"Puyu, I gave you that name in the hopes that you could be well-carved into a peerless jade!"

"I hope you will follow Senior well and never let us down."

Sitting in the rain, Changsun Chenglu looked toward the Nanling Mountain Range in Southern Yi, his heart filled with anticipation.

...

This was a gift from the heavens! The Tianwu Realm was in an uproar, with everyone cheering and leaping for joy!

...

Just then, in that small, pristine mountain range of the Nanling Mountains, the sky was perfectly clear, showing no trace of rain.

"Hahahaha... they are all dead."

"Heaven truly aids me! Heaven truly aids me!" Ming Yexin trembled with excitement.

After shouting these words, he turned and knelt down, facing the direction of Zhu Xiaoyuan’s courtyard.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

Ming Yexin bowed his head deeply several times! It was clear that the person in the small courtyard was no ordinary figure. To be able to slaughter ten Profound Immortals at will, and even warrant the title of 'Senior' from the Demon Lord himself—that person’s identity was... truly terrifying.

After kowtowing, Ming Yexin stood up and ran out of the small mountain village. Amidst the blood rain outside, he began to frantically absorb the blood of the Profound Immortals.

"This is the blood of Profound Immortals; to obtain even a tiny fraction is enough to transform one’s entire being. Yet, here, it is not even worthy of falling into this small mountain village."