The gods began by supporting Guo Jing to become emperor

Chapter 397 The true bloodline of the Dragon Turtle: Sacrificing one to save another!
The wind howled in fury, and the waves surged backward.

Xiao Sanxiao was not tall, much shorter than Xiao Aoshi and Xiao Jingtian. He squinted at Su Ming with a warm smile on his face.

The towering waves were frozen in an instant. Anyone who saw this astonishing scene would surely be terrified and lose their composure, but Xiao Sanxiao remained calm, simply because he had lived for thousands of years and had seen all kinds of storms.

Upon seeing Su Ming, his smile deepened, and he exclaimed, "What a handsome young man! His martial arts skills are also quite impressive. It seems that many outstanding young talents have emerged in this world."

Xiao Jingtian, who was originally low on energy, suddenly found strength in Xiao Sanxiao, his eyes widened, and he stared at him intently, his eyes filled with hatred and anger.

He hated Xiao Sanxiao for abandoning his wife and children, and he hated the other party for killing him and his brother. Now, he resented the other party even more for not coming sooner. His brother was already dead, leaving him alone in the world.

Blood dripped from Xiao Jingtian's face as he forced out a few words through gritted teeth, "Heh, old man..."

A chilling aura spread, and a massive iceberg floated on the sea. Su Ming, his sleeves billowing, descended from the sky, stood atop the iceberg, and looked down at the old man before him. "Should I call you Laughing Three Times or the Omnipotent Twelve Terrors?"

With a casual move, he could unleash the power of heaven and earth without leaving a trace. Only Xiao Sanxiao could achieve such skill. Xu Fu had lived for two thousand years and his skill was already astonishing. But this old monster had lived for over four thousand years, possessed the bloodline of a dragon turtle, and his talent and physique far surpassed those of Emperor Shitian. His skill was probably unparalleled throughout history, making him invincible under heaven.

Even though the two martial arts techniques created by the other party, "The Four Absolute Techniques of Chaos" and "Myriad Paths of the Forest," produced the Xiao brothers, don't be fooled by how easily Su Ming beat them. If you put them in the Central Plains, basically no one would be their match.

"How do you know my identity?"

These words stunned Xiao Sanxiao, his white eyebrows furrowing slightly; this was truly unexpected. He then reached into his robes and took something out. Opening his palm, he examined it closely and saw that it was a small mirror—a small, round mirror, so bright it reflected one's image, truly extraordinary.

He reached out and wiped, and a drop of bright red blood immediately splashed onto the mirror. The blood drop melted upon contact with the mirror and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Then, the bright mirror surface suddenly changed, as if shrouded in a hazy mist, blurry and dark, but gradually becoming clearer, with images appearing on it.

However, at this moment.

A thunderous roar resounded high in the sky. The thunder came abruptly, and not only did the thunder rumble, but the small mirror in the old man's hand also trembled with a "crackling" sound the instant the thunder struck, before exploding in mid-air.

The mirror of the heart cannot determine who has read the Heavenly Crying Sutra; the secrets of heaven are in conflict.

This change was truly unexpected for Xiao Sanxiao, and his smile faded. "You've read the Heavenly Crying Sutra?"

Su Ming said noncommittally, "In this world, there are four people who have read the Heavenly Cry Scripture, and I am one of them. Although your divination skills are strong, you cannot withstand the curse of the Heavenly Cry Scripture. The Heavenly Cry Scripture can see the past and the future, and it is far more powerful than the Monk Emperor's Illumination of Mind in your hands. Xiao Sanxiao, you have no secrets in my eyes. Put away your compassionate attitude. You can fool others, but you can't fool me."

"If it weren't for you, how could Xiao Aoshi and Xiao Jingtian have been hiding in Japan, orchestrating a great calamity? They survived back then only because you spared them; otherwise, they would have died long ago. It's laughable that they still think they are opposing you and ruining your plans. Little do they know, they are just pawns in your hands."

Both being treasures that can see through the secrets of heaven and the future amidst the turmoil of the world, the Heavenly Cry Scripture has a long history, and it's impossible for Xiao Sanxiao not to know about it. But it is precisely because he knows that he dares not look at it. He has two sons still alive, so he is not a person who is utterly ruthless.

His claim of working tirelessly for the great calamity of the ages is nothing but a hypocritical lie, and he is far from being a person of great virtue. It is precisely for this reason that he dares not look to the heavens and weep. If he truly cared for all living beings and regarded their lives as his own, he would certainly be a person of great virtue. However, on the contrary, he himself is the biggest driving force behind the great calamity of the ages.

Xiao Sanxiao's face twitched, his kind expression instantly turning cold. "Those two brothers plotted to seize the Central Plains? I truly had no idea. If I had known this would happen, I would never have spared them. Now that they have received their just deserts, young brother, could you spare their lives?"

However, Su Ming looked at him as if he were a fool. "Naive. I killed your son, and you think you'd let me go so easily? You don't understand the principle of eliminating evil completely, do you?"

Xiao Sanxiao couldn't possibly not understand this principle, but he had lived too long. The long years were enough for him to outlive all his enemies. Mere foes were only a hundred years away, which he could endure.

Time is life's greatest enemy, but for him, it was not.

Su Ming was too lazy to waste any more words with him. He held the God-Slaying Sword horizontally in front of his chest, its blade shimmering with light. When the sword was first forged, it was consecrated with the divine generals of the Searching God Palace. Now, it was further sharpened with the bloodline of the Dragon Turtle. Its sharpness was awe-inspiring even from a distance. Its power was now imbued with the spirit and intent of a sword, no longer just an empty shell.

"Come, let me see just how powerful your four thousand years of cultivation really is!"

"Sword Twelve, slay the man!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a dazzling and mighty sword aura soared into the sky. The sword intent, full of killing intent, was concealed but not revealed. Xiao Sanxiao's expression changed again, and he felt a stinging pain between his brows. His primordial spirit was trembling.

This sword can kill not only the body but also the gods.

As soon as the sword was drawn, a murderous intent arose. At the same time, countless invisible and intangible swords appeared in the void, pointing directly at Xiao Sanxiao's primordial spirit.

Xiao Sanxiao finally realized that the person in front of him was not easy to deal with, and that this was why his two sons, even when they joined forces, were still defeated by him.

With a single move, the four ultimate techniques of the Chaotic Heavens were unleashed: "Wind, Fire, Thunder!"

The power of the three elements—wind, fire, and thunder—converged, and the world seemed to dim. The light was gathered and concentrated in his palm, as if he held the entire world in his grasp.

Within his sea of ​​consciousness, streaks of mental sword energy swept across the sky. A white-haired, tortoise-shell-like figure stood tall, extending his palm, which was shaped like a beast's claw. With a single move, he unleashed a vast spiritual force, shattering streaks of sword energy.

"boom!"

In the present world, two unparalleled and powerful techniques collided, their completely different forces annihilated and then revived. In an instant, a large hole appeared on the sea surface centered on them, and countless seawater was evaporated, turning into nothingness water vapor.

Sword energy and palm force collided continuously, causing the iceberg beneath Su Ming's feet to crumble and disintegrate inch by inch, while Xiao Sanxiao's figure sank an inch into the sea, his clothes slightly damp.

At the same time he made his move, he grabbed hard with his other hand.

Xiao Jingtian felt a tremendous suction force acting on him, and in a flash, he was in front of Xiao Sanxiao. At the same time, Xiao Aoshi's headless corpse also landed in front of him.

Seeing the two brothers, one dead and one wounded, a cold glint flashed in Xiao Sanxiao's eyes. His expression hardened, and flames appeared in his hand, landing on Xiao Aoshi. The scorching flames spread with a "whoosh," engulfing his corpse. In less than a few breaths, Xiao Aoshi turned into a pool of liquid, a crystalline mass of bright red blood, radiating an invisible aura, as if possessing some kind of magic. Instantly, countless fish in the seabed turned their eyes red, desperately surging towards the surface—a primal instinct for survival, a pursuit of a higher form of life.

This is the true bloodline of the Dragon Turtle. The essence blood of the Dragon Turtle in Xiao Aoshi's body was extracted by Xiao Sanxiao. There are only a few drops, but they contain enormous energy and even the laws of heaven and earth.

The blood of the four divine beasts each possesses unique abilities. Although the Fire Qilin is the weakest, it can still be reborn from the ashes. Not to mention, the most powerful Dragon Essence has created countless masters, and its influence in the world of Fengyun is immense.

From a distance, Su Ming watched this scene with cold eyes, without making any move.

Upon seeing his younger brother's body vanish, Xiao Jingtian was both shocked and furious. "You!"

Xiao Sanxiao coldly rebuked, "He's already dead, there's no use keeping him around, you might as well take him!"

Having lived for thousands of years, Xiao Sanxiao was not without ways to bring the dead back to life, but those methods came at too high a price, which he simply couldn't bear to pay. Since that was the case, he might as well make use of the waste and heal his eldest son.

As soon as he finished speaking, he grabbed Xiao Jingtian's neck and put the blood in his hand into his mouth. The blood entered his throat, flowed down his chest and into his abdomen. In an instant, the effect was immediate. Xiao Jingtian's dried-up dragon turtle bloodline was revitalized, repairing his injuries.

The two brothers came from the same source, and the dragon turtle bloodline did not reject them, integrating well into his body. The two brothers were completely integrated into one, becoming inseparable.

A faint sadness flowed through his heart, but vanished in the blink of an eye. Feeling the abundant power and blood within his body, Xiao Jingtian smiled, and his guilt towards his younger brother disappeared.

Having lived for a thousand years, his emotions had long since faded. He feared life and death, yet he also took a detached view of the lives and deaths of others.

Just as he was feeling pleased, Su Ming's voice drifted over, "Do you really think that you and your son can defeat me by joining forces?"

……

In a secluded place in China called Hailuogou, deep within one of the dense forests at the bottom of the valley, lies a hidden palace called "Soushen Palace"!
This palace is the temple of the gods, and an immortal god resides there.

Searching for Gods Palace.

Over the long years, a temple has stood here, as if carved from ice and jade, extremely beautiful, so exquisitely crafted that it seems otherworldly, like a dream.

A chilly mist hangs in the air here, like clouds rising from the heavens, ethereal and indescribable.

Countless expressionless people knelt on the ground, all bowing towards the curtain at the far end of the temple, worshipping the figure behind the curtain—their god.

Every stone here is as cold as ice, and every person kneeling here is as still as an ice sculpture that has knelt here for eternity. Their eyes are completely blank; they seem to have sold their souls entirely to the figure behind the curtain. They have lost their thoughts, their joys and sorrows, leaving only pure loyalty and… bestiality!
The figure seated steadily behind the curtain seemed to have remained motionless for a very long time. He had been behind the curtain, diligently cultivating the Maha Boundless Sutra while simultaneously controlling everything within the Searching God Palace.

He is the god who is said to be immortal.

No one knew the extent of his cultivation, and no one dared to even think about it. As early as 170 years ago, he was able to defeat the leaders of fifty sects single-handedly. Now, almost three cycles of sixty years have passed, and his strength is beyond comprehension.

The shadow cast on the curtain remained constant, as if it were unable to extricate itself from the worship of thousands. For nearly a hundred years, no one had seen the face of the god. All people could only watch from behind the curtain as this "god" who had trampled the years, his voice still so powerful and resonant even as he grew old. And what the face of the god looked like after a hundred years, no one knew anymore.

Suddenly, a deep, weathered, and dignified male voice murmured from behind the curtain.

"The flowers are blooming brilliantly."

If you don't see it, you won't appreciate it.

If not harvested, if not broken,
The flowers withered.

"Alas, spring has passed in sorrow..."

The lyrics are simple, yet they vividly express the sorrow that cannot hold back the bright spring sunshine. Such lyrics are commonplace among the works of talented scholars and beautiful women throughout history. No one would believe that an immortal god would enjoy singing such a piece.

Like Indra, the god paid a great price for immortality. He could live forever, but he could not stay young. As the years passed, the wrinkles on his face increased and his body became more and more decayed.

Today, his frail and aged body can no longer bear the weight of his astonishing wisdom and cultivation, so he has long since donned a mask.

This man, who once created a glorious era in the martial arts world and made almost the entire martial arts world feel fear for him, is now in his twilight years and will never be as prosperous as he was a hundred years ago.

He is strong, but he is old.

He hadn't left this palace for many years.

He sat on his throne, high above, looking down upon the human world. Ever since he killed his disobedient daughter and his wife, who was even more talented than himself and posed a threat to him, he had never set foot on the human world he saw.

In pursuit of prosperity, he had long since lost his humanity. Now, he stands high above, exuding supreme majesty, the master of this vast temple and the master of the "Palace of Searching for Gods."

However, today, God made a rare move. Two terrifying beams of light suddenly emerged from behind the curtain, their tangible white light seemingly capable of annihilating all things in heaven and earth.

Just now, he sensed something mysterious appearing between heaven and earth. He didn't know what it was, but he knew that if he obtained it, he could... achieve immortality!
Emperor Shitian gained immortality through the blood of the phoenix, but he could not escape aging. Therefore, he set his sights on the divine dragon and painstakingly prepared for many years.

The Immortal God didn't have such a good opportunity. When he appeared, the Dragon Turtle Blood had been obtained by Xiao Sanxiao, the Phoenix had been slaughtered by Di Shitian, the Divine Dragon had hidden in the sea and could not be found at all, and as for the Qilin, that was even more out of the question.

He created the Heaven-Shifting Divine Technique, a method for achieving immortality, but how could someone else's body compare to his own original one? Therefore, for so long, he did not change his body and waited.

Today, his opportunity has finally arrived!
(End of this chapter)