As soon as Gong Zheng's words fell, a vermillion pen pierced through the mist. Its tip was sharp and bold. After the Heavenly Book automatically flipped for an entire night, the pen's tip began swiftly writing…

…Requesting the Will Heavenly Book to cease its operations, altering Zhou Xuan's destiny trajectory, turning peril into safety.

The new Heavenly Book was completed; all that remained was the approval of the Gods.

One divine-level name after another leapt onto its pages.

For the wish in the Heavenly Book, "Save Zhou Xuan's Destiny," the twenty-one remaining divine-level beings signed their names.

Seventeen of the divine-level beings had used the Heavenly Book to curse Zhou Xuan to death.

Now, twenty-one divine-level beings once again used the Heavenly Book to keep Zhou Xuan alive.

"There are more people wishing for me to live; perhaps the curse effect of the Heavenly Book will weaken or even dissipate, don't you think?"

"At present, there are no signs of that happening."

Miss Qiang within the Secret Realm answered Zhou Xuan's question… As of now, the underlying illness in Zhou Xuan within the Secret Realm still exists, showing no signs of remission.

"Let's wait a few more days. The Heavenly Book cannot fabricate results."

Zhou Xuan didn't think Gong Zheng would dare pull any tricks in front of him at this juncture,

He nodded towards the Heavenly Book, expressing his satisfaction with the amendments it had made.

With his approval, the Heavenly Book let out a whooshing sound before darting into the mist.

"Young Master, the tasks we needed to complete have been done. Now you must ask the Heavenly Venerable to withdraw the divine skills."

Gong Zheng was still fixated on one concern—when would the Resurrection Blood Well finally stop?

Zhou Xuan circled Gong Zheng's Dharma Body as he walked and spoke: "You've long adopted this confessing attitude; why would I ascend to the Upper Heavenly Kingdom?

Now, the Blood Well Venerable, with all his might, is determined to seek justice for me. He is one of the four Great Ancestors of the Incense Fire Divine Dao. Having expended so much energy, it wouldn't be appropriate to ask him to stop now, would it?"

"Young Master, what do you mean by this statement?"

"What I mean is—you must leave the Gods with a lasting impression. If you don't carve a deep enough scar, I fear within a couple of days, they'll forget that Zhou Xuan is not someone to trifle with."

Having said that, Zhou Xuan called out to the Blood Well: "Well, descend into my body."

With his command, the Blood Well concentrated all its currently revived power into Zhou Xuan's body.

The boundless sea of blood rapidly converged, and blood began seeping out of Zhou Xuan's pores, sketching Blood Talismans infused with the Heavenly and Earthly Dao across his skin.

Once formed, the Blood Talismans detonated instantly, reforming Zhou Xuan's physical body.

In that moment,

A Dharma Body crafted from fresh blood materialized behind Zhou Xuan.

Incense Fire forms from the Heavenly Venerable—an external manifestation of the ultimate Dao. Before Zhou Xuan, sixteen blades forged from imposing momentum appeared.

"Combine the blades."

Zhou Xuan's right hand sank downward as the sixteen blades struck against one another with resonant clangs.

As the chaotic sounds gradually aligned, all noise dissolved into silence.

A single blood-soaked blade stood upright before Zhou Xuan.

He grasped the blade, and the blade, carrying its own will, sought to strike Gong Zheng.

At this moment,

Incense Fire no longer mattered to Zhou Xuan,

What mattered was this sixteen-force blade, created by Zhou Xuan but driven by the awakened consciousness of the Blood Well Venerable.

"Young Master, you've already reaped benefits, and I've returned your Divine Status—can you still resort to violence? Is that reasonable?"

"If the Blood Well Venerable hadn't been resurrected today, would you have returned my Divine Status?

You divine-level beings in the Heavenly Dome are like scavenging wild dogs—when you encounter the weak, you tear them apart,

But when you meet someone strong, only after a harsh kick to your spine will you behave.

Gong Zheng, the Blood Well Venerable demands only one strike of this blade."

As Zhou Xuan spoke, the sixteen-forces blade slashed down in fury.

As the blade descended,

Zhou Xuan felt as though the entirety of Jing Country Heaven and Earth had turned into blood—viscous, foul-smelling, permeated with the intense stench of rust.

Gong Zheng's Dharma Body retreated hurriedly, holding a divine bow with an empty string.

For an archer like him, whether or not there was an arrow was irrelevant.

The force of the Heavenly Kingdom was embedded in his supreme bowstring.

He drew his bow to its fullest and raised his hand to shoot, but before he could release the string, the blood-soaked blade had already struck down.

The blade was swift, and Gong Zheng was forced to change his move. He used the divine bow's body to block horizontally…

Whoosh!

There was no sound of metal clashing; the blood-soaked blade sliced into the bow like a red-hot knife cutting through wax.

The blade's momentum was too fierce; the divine bow's defense posed almost no resistance before shattering into two pieces.

Gong Zheng's aged Dharma Body was even less durable than the divine bow itself.

The Dharma Body split in two under the blade,

as endless torrents of blood surged forth, dissolving the remnants of the cleaved Dharma Body entirely.

In this moment,

The aura of the Blood Well faded into silence,

While Gong Zheng's Dharma Body became a sacrifice for Fei Yue within Zhou Xuan's Secret Realm.

"Zhou Xuan, you've slain my avatar!"

From within the mist, Gong Zheng roared like thunder, unable to stifle his fury.

Zhou Xuan shook off the long robe on his body and said, "From now on, let everyone remember this blade…"

After speaking, Zhou Xuan's Divine Soul entered into a Day Trip, while the Painter strode confidently, carrying Zhou Xuan's body as they vanished into space.

To the Painter, today marked his proudest moment—an arrogant divine-level being had been struck down by the Young Master in a single slash.

"It seems the Young Master wasn't lying; his visit to the heavens wasn't for show—he was truly here to resurrect the Blood Well."

The Painter recalled one of Zhou Xuan's most defining traits—he was the strongest vessel among the Jing Country people in the human world.

Three hundred years ago in Peng Town, Zhou Xuan had simultaneously accommodated the descent of the Blood Well, the Nuo God, and the Ginkgo Ancestor Tree.

The Ancestor Tree was the Heavenly God's vassal, the Nuo God was the Heavenly God, and the Blood Well was Heavenly Venerable-level.

Combined, these three entities formed a realm higher than the heavens itself, but Zhou Xuan's body managed to contain them all effortlessly…

…

"Ah Xuan, so the reason you kept reviving the Well was to channel its powerful aura into your body to help you take down Gong Zheng."

"Naturally. Whether or not I reclaimed my Divine Status, this blade had to strike,

Divine-level beings—they all prey on the vulnerable. If you don't leave them with a lasting impression, they'll devise even more schemes against me."

Zhou Xuan spoke.

By now, the power generated by the Blood Well's resurrection had dissipated within Zhou Xuan's strike.

The Well had ceased its revival process,

and Miss Qiang naturally let out a sigh of relief, grumbling to Black Water, "Ah Shui, it was so dangerous just now—you didn't even intervene. If the Well had truly been resurrected, Jing Country would have suffered greatly."

Black Water remained calm, displaying nothing but serene ripples. It trusted Zhou Xuan… or perhaps, it trusted him unconditionally…

"I am Jing Country's strongest vessel; no matter how far the Well's revival advances, I can still contain it."

If Zhou Xuan had mastered control over the critical point of the Blood Well's resurrection, ensuring his ultimate invincibility,

then his trait as the strongest vessel guaranteed his overwhelming victory over Gong Zheng today.

Zhou Xuan's Divine Soul was still in its Day Trip,

when suddenly, a wooden board inscribed with the eerie blue radiance of the "Fangxiang" family shot towards him at blinding speed.

"Huh? Nuo God?"

"Eh, you managed to come down alive from the Upper Heavenly Kingdom?"

Zhou Xuan and the "Fangxiang" exchanged a baffled glance, both seemingly perplexed…

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