If Rakshasa's First Blood had transformed into a human, his eyes would be bulging and his brows would be furrowed.
The flickering of light and darkness on Luo Zheng's body was actually what Xie Tian wanted to happen.
When the flickering finally turned gray, it meant that his goal of creating a Rakshasa's First Blood, who was far inferior to Rakshasa's First Blood, had failed.
This was extremely normal.
Because Xie Tian was not the Blood Ancestor.
Only the Blood Ancestor, who was even stronger than the Emperor, had the ability to create a universe.
But because of this, the current situation had become abnormal.
Because of this, even if Luo Zheng did not die, he would become trash with a mixed bloodline …
But now, another shadow of the Blood Ancestor's River was floating in the air.
What did this mean?
Everyone knew that Rakshasa's First Blood could be obtained. This meant that Luo Zheng had grown again.
This kind of growth was unexpected even for a Rakshasa's First Blood like him.
Of course, this was beyond Xie Tian's expectations as well.
Because of Luo Zheng, he chose to realize his guess on Little Luo Zheng.
If he succeeded, perhaps the words big and small might change.
If he failed, Xie Tian believed that when he met Luo Zheng, he could confidently tell him that he had killed him once.
But now, this failure that seemed to be incomplete was not within his initial expectations.
At this moment, both Rakshasa's First Blood and Xie Tian were deep in thought.
The wise ones were deep in thought.
The brave ones were murderous.
Ever since Rakshasa's 36 Blood Worlds were formed, no Rakshasa dared to imagine that there would be a day when more than a hundred ancestors would fight like this without any preamble.
They did not even dare to imagine it, let alone hear of it happening.
So this battle without preamble was not only unprecedented …
Considering the proud aura of the 14 Daozu who sacrificed themselves for justice, it was very likely that they would never be seen again.
All the Rakshasas who had yet to become ancestors had already left the battlefield under the bombardment of the aura that erupted from the great battle.
As for those peak-level Sages like Rowan who could become an ancestor but were still preparing, the only way they could show how extraordinary they were right now was to retreat ten thousand miles away from the Rakshasa.
But compared to the tens of millions of kilometers between the battlefield and the battlefield, these ten thousand kilometers were practically meaningless.
Despite being so far away from the battlefield, both the Pinnacle Sages and the Rakshasa realized that they were bearing the brunt of the imminent collapse of the heavens.
Every single ancestor could cause an earthquake in the Blood World they resided in with a casual stomp of their foot.
But now, there were more than a hundred such existences fighting with their lives on the line …
It seemed that because of this, as the Rakshasa spectators watched the apocalypse that seemed to be happening tens of millions of miles away, they were thinking of two other things.
Could it be that the Council of Elders was not going to do anything about this?
Why did they fight?
The Council of Elders had long been on the move.
The Ancestral Blood River that traversed the Thirty-six Blood Worlds was simply too frightening.
Whether it was the upheaval of the Rakshasa Purgatory, or the birth of a Unique Treasure that they did not know about, it was enough to alarm them, or even tempt them.
But they also understood that as elders, they could not be rashly moved due to their lofty status.
No living being understood better than them that the slightest move could affect the entire Thirty-six Blood Worlds.
After all, they knew that even a single sentence they uttered in their sleep could very well cause unrest in the Thirty-six Blood Worlds.
Therefore, even if the upheaval was unpredictable, or the birth of a Unique Treasure, the ones who represented the Council of Elders to the scene of the incident would never be the elders, only the deacons of the Council of Elders.
As they waited, the prideful elders imitated the first blood of Rakshasa and Xie Tian, and began to ponder.
"Could it be the Rakshasa Clan's doing?"
In the end, most of the elders came to this guess.
They did not know how far the Rakshasa Clan had progressed, nor did they know that Xie Tian had started to travel in a straight line from the Blood Decay World under the introduction of the six ancestors of the Blood Mist World.
But the only major event in the Thirty-six Blood Worlds was the new chief of the Rakshasa Clan, Luo Shang. He had used the excuse of avenging the old chief to lie that the successor of the Evil Emperor had invaded the Rakshasa Purgatory.
It was one thing to make a guess based on one's intelligence, but it was another to make oneself believe in this guess.
"The Rakshasa Clan? How is that possible?"
"That Ancestral Blood River that appeared … Forgive me for being disrespectful, but I'm afraid that even Lord Luo Zheng …"
"Hmm … There is no such thing as an unfounded rumor. Could it be that the successor of the Evil Emperor …"
"Watch your words!"
"Uh, the Old Man was wrong. What Lord Luo Zheng said is the truth …"
…
Then, what they waited for was not the detailed situation of the Blood Rift World, but the news of the death of the deacon who had gone to scout for information on behalf of the Council of Elders.
"How audacious!"
"Attacking a deacon of the council. He's trying to end his own life in Rakshasa …"
…
"No one attacked. He was killed by the aura of the battle!"
After a series of methods, the elders' faces were gloomy, but a trace of shock flashed through their eyes.
The aura of the battle could kill a peak Great Lord?
And it was thousands of miles away?
"Scout again!"
"The ancestor has gone!"
"Haha, if this was really caused by Luo Shang …"
"If he wants to stir up trouble, then send him to the Burial Sea to stir up trouble!"
"That's right. The extraterritorial battlefield lacks people like him!"
…
This time, the ancestor who had come to represent the will of the Council of Elders did not die. Instead, he successfully entered the battlefield.
The battlefield was a scene of the end of the world.
His arrival seemed to be a sign that the old Rakshasa Prison could not be shaken by the new Rakshasa Prison.
Therefore, the 70 ancestors who were still alive in the Evil Punishing Army were overjoyed to see the chief deacon of the Council of Elders.
As for the new Rakshasa Prison led by Luo Heng, there were only three who were seriously injured and on the verge of death.
The 11 ancestors who had died did not even leave behind their corpses.
It seemed that this was also the ending of the three ancestors who were temporarily alive.
But they were very calm in their hearts.
This battle had erupted in an inexplicable manner, but their passion for battle was so intense that it was terrifying. It was as if this battle had unleashed all the humiliation, pain, and sorrow they had accumulated in their lives, allowing them to obtain an unprecedented sense of satisfaction. Even in the end …
"We failed …"
When Luo Shang, who did not realize the significance of the fourteen ancestors' failure, muttered these three words while sobbing uncontrollably …
Xie Tian also sighed these three words.
Yes.
Not only did little Luo Zheng not die, but his strength had strangely increased to the point where he could even summon the Blood Ancestor's Blood River …
For Xie Tian, this was still a failure.
But for the first blood of Rakshasa, this was shocking.
This was because he had finally found an explanation for this extremely abnormal matter.
"His understanding of the essence blood of the 13 families … is actually this high?"
What high?
Although it was far from the level where the Blood Ancestor could easily divide and fuse the first blood of Rakshasa, at least he could ensure that there would be no backlash if the fusion failed. Moreover, he could make Rakshasa's strength increase by leaps and bounds.
Luckily, Xie Tian finished his thoughts and came to a conclusion.
After hearing the word "failed", the first blood of Rakshasa felt a wave of joy.
Not to mention anything else, he was very sure that Xie Tian would not be able to fuse the essence blood of the 13 families and turn it into the extremely crude first blood of Rakshasa.
From this point of view, Xie Tian had indeed failed.
"That's why I said you're not the Blood Ancestor." The ruby formed by the first blood of Rakshasa released a dense light of mockery. "And if you don't repent, you will forever fail!"
Hearing this, Xie Tian looked back at the first blood of Rakshasa and smiled. "Don't repent? You know me quite well. "
"Ha …"
The first blood of Rakshasa laughed and was about to say something …
"But at least I've succeeded in other areas," Xie Tian's voice sounded again.
The first blood of Rakshasa was slightly startled. He then sneered and asked, "For example?"
"For example …"
Xie Tian looked up at the long river of blood that covered heaven and earth. His right hand reached toward the sky and made a grabbing motion …
The blood curtain faded.
Heaven and earth suddenly became clear.
The Blood Ancestor River, which was the mother river of Rakshasa's first blood, turned into the antennae of a butterfly.
And the first blood of Rakshasa, who had successfully escaped the evil body and was about to take revenge, turned into a small red dot on the tip of the antennae …
But this time, his opponent was not the Golden Bloodline of Lu Ya's family …
Instead, it was an ancient formation that Xie Tian had created through the blood pool formation patterns of the 13 families. It was extremely similar to the Nine Winding River of Spirits.
"Full of rewards …"
He picked up the still sleeping little Luo Zheng and held the little bell's little hand …
Xie Tian strode forward and left with the evil body that was finally free of the humiliation of Rakshasa's first blood.
The word "failure" was also transferred to the first blood of Rakshasa.
Perhaps, he was not the only one who failed …
Because the one who was extremely resistant to Rakshasa's first blood and left was not Xie Tian, but the trace of gold in Xie Tian's heart.
But with the departure of Rakshasa's first blood, the trace of gold seemed to have lost its reason to appear. It was lonely and sullen and hid somewhere.
As for why it was sullen …
If the trace of gold could speak, it would be saying —
"What a good plan, killing three birds with one stone!"
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