The Heavenly Kingdom World is constructed from shifting white clouds and ethereal mist, infused with an aura of utmost sanctity.

But now, the feeling of sanctity has been replaced by bloodshed,

the Blood Well continues its frenzied growth, its crimson filling the soft, porous interiors of the clouds and mist entirely,

an endless tide of blood, overflowing once there's no space left to fill, streaming through the depths of the mist...

Blood—substantial, unrelenting blood—splattering chaotically, carries a suffocating, otherworldly scent.

What's worse than the eerie scent is that the many gods above the Heavenly Kingdom have begun to perceive a gradually intensifying essence of life within the blood.

"Zhou Xuan is serious about this; he truly intends to resurrect the Blood Well."

"Gong Zheng! Brother Gong! Hand over the Divine Status and accept your loss!"

"Gong Zheng, surrender the Divine Status, or don't blame us for forgetting the bond we share in the Heavenly Kingdom."

The gods, caught in the oppressive atmosphere of grave peril, were overcome with alarm.

If Gong Zheng does not hand over the "Divine Status" soon, they fear they will have no choice but to collectively seize it and return it to Zhou Xuan.

Zhou Xuan is a terrorist to the core, and now this terrorist, rigged with explosives, stands at the gates of the Heavenly Kingdom—who dares provoke him?

"He's bluffing; he doesn't truly intend to resurrect the Blood Well—he lacks the resolve to bear such an eternal infamy."

Gong Zheng was still gambling, his stance unwavering.

As one of the oldest gods under the Heavenly Dome, bowing to a mortal was utterly incompatible with the pride he had cultivated over two millennia.

He firmly believed Zhou Xuan would back down.

If the Blood Well Venerable were resurrected and slaughtered all the gods above, it would inevitably seek out other living beings to target.

Unrestricted slaughter knows no boundaries, and it wouldn't stop at the gates of the Heavenly Kingdom.

"Zhou Xuan, I know him. He deeply cares for those ants-like commoners of Jing Country—after all, he's one of their own."

Gong Zheng lifted his gaze toward Zhou Xuan and said coldly, "An ant wouldn't betray its fellow ants."

"You think too highly of me. I'm no saint. I'm just an insignificant figure, a nobody who stumbled into Jing Country from another realm."

Zhou Xuan, colder than an iceberg, enunciated each word: "Let alone the Blood Well Venerable unleashing endless slaughter—what does it matter to me even if the Blood Well destroys all of Jing Country?"

"You... you..."

"Tired. Let it all be destroyed."

With his arms crossed, Zhou Xuan let the forceful winds whip his garments about. A calm smile graced his face, as if he were admiring a sunset, awaiting the captivating carnage to come.

"Ah Xuan, please stop. I can sense the well's life force—it's truly coming back to life."

Miss Qiang's voice trembled with fear. Her powerful perception had already detected a profound transformation in the Blood Well.

That kind of life essence, which only Jing Country's Heavenly Venerable could possibly possess, had begun to manifest.

Though now as thin as a strand of hair, if Zhou Xuan didn't halt the Blood Well's resurrection, the essence would swiftly grow—first to the thickness of a finger, then to a trickling stream, and finally to a surging river...

Once it reached full momentum, no one would be able to stop the Heavenly Venerable from coming back to life.

"No need to rush. I still have cards to play; the situation is still within my control."

Zhou Xuan stood unmoved, coldly gazing upon Gong Zheng's manifested avatar.

The Painter, knees weak, faced the greatest terror of his life. Summoning his courage, he pointed at Gong Zheng's nose and shouted, "This is all your fault! Things have come to this point, and you're really going to wait until the Heavenly Venerable is resurrected?"

"The Heavenly Venerable is the founder and ancestral progenitor of Jing Country's Incense Fire Divine Dao. All the incense cultivated by the disciples of every Tangkou was borrowed from the Heavenly Venerable.

You, a god, are no exception. Hand it over, surrender the Divine Status, and quickly calm the Young Master's wrath."

The Painter could barely believe himself. A god he had once worshipped with deep reverence was now being chastised as if he were a scolded student.

The essence of the Blood Well continued its wild growth, from something previously imperceptible to something now detectable even to Gong Zheng.

Once the die was cast, the Heavenly Kingdom's fate would inevitably spiral into eternal damnation, dragging Zhou Xuan down into the same dark abyss for forcing the Blood Well's resurrection.

"He's actually serious,

he truly intends to bring the Blood Well back to life."

In this standoff, it had all become a battle of wills. Once one side faltered in spirit, they'd collapse like a mountain crumbling.

Fear festered uncontrollably in Gong Zheng's heart.

He was afraid of Zhou Xuan.

"I thought you were just a brazen, reckless mortal, yet I never imagined you'd be a complete and utter lunatic.

Take it, take it! The Divine Status—I don't want it anymore."

With a wave of his hand, a golden, gleaming fragment appeared in Gong Zheng's withered palm.

This was none other than the Heavenly Official's Divine Status.

The divine radiance dazzled, leaving no room for doubt.

"Come, take it."

"I've said it before—I came to the Heavenly Kingdom solely to resurrect the Blood Well. The Divine Status... do you think I care about that?"

Without even glancing at the Divine Status, Zhou Xuan continued waiting for the Blood Well Venerable's aura to intensify.

"Zhou Xuan... Zhou Xuan... please listen to me. This world is truly beautiful; don't hurtle heedlessly down the wrong path."

Gong Zheng, shedding his cunning old-god demeanor, now played the role of a kind-hearted elder, urging Zhou Xuan to turn back from his errors.

"Wrong? Not killing all of you—that's the only mistake."

Growing increasingly unhinged, Zhou Xuan pointed at the mist behind Gong Zheng. "Don't think I don't know! The gods hiding there—you colluded with Bi Fang to write your wishes into the Will Heavenly Book, cursing me to die... Perfect. Today we all go down together. If I'm dying, I'll ensure I drag a few of you along with me."

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