Summoning the Gods: Start by creating the Eternal Night.

Xue Wutian's figure had just risen from the ground when

On the other side of the battlefield, Luo Mie noticed the dying Leng Ming.

A chill ran through him. Forgetting his pursuit of Song Zongxiang and the others, he swiftly moved, instantly arriving beside Leng Ming and helping him up.

"Chief! How are you?"

Leng Ming coughed up blood, waved his hand, but his gaze was fixed on Xue Wutian in mid-air, his face showing fanatical awe.

He broke free from Luo Mie's support, staggered, and knelt on the ground, his voice trembling:

"Your subordinate, Leng Ming, respectfully welcomes the Ancestor's resurrection! May the Bloodstained Palace regain its former glory upon the Ancestor's return to the world!"

Seeing this, Luo Mie also quickly knelt down, lowering his head and not daring to look directly into Xue Wutian's scarlet eyes:

"Your subordinate Luo Mie greets the Ancestor!"

Xue Wutian glanced down at the two of them, his voice calm and indifferent:

"Get up. Over the years, you have done a great job in concealing your identities, maintaining the remnants of the Blood Demon Palace, and collecting essence blood to help me recover."

"It is my honor to serve the Ancestor!"

Leng Ming and Luo Mie were overjoyed and quickly stood up, bowing their heads and standing at attention.

Xue Wutian's gaze swept over the wound on Leng Ming's chest, his scarlet eyes flickering slightly.

A faint trace of blood energy emanated from his body and drifted toward Leng Ming. "These are minor injuries; I'll suppress them for now."

The blood energy touched Leng Ming's wound and instantly transformed into a warm current that surged into his body, abruptly stopping the raging blood flow.

The deep wounds that exposed bone scabbed over at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the pain subsided by more than half.

Leng Ming was both surprised and delighted, and bowed again: "Thank you for your grace, Ancestor!"

On the other side, Song Zongxiang, leaning on his broken spear, stared at the blood-red figure hovering in mid-air, his face as solemn as iron.

"This...this is the old monster from the Bloodstained Palace five thousand years ago?"

The shadow stood protectively in front of Qianxiao, its eyes filled with fear:

"General, this man's aura is far too terrifying; we are no match for him!"

He made a decisive decision, "Let's go! Let's move closer to those two fellow cultivators at the Celestial Realm level; perhaps joining forces with them will offer a glimmer of hope!"

Song Zongxiang nodded, forcefully channeling his spiritual power to protect Qianxiao, and the three of them sped off in the direction where Yan Guiren was.

Yan Guiren noticed Song Zongxiang and his group approaching, but ignored them, his gaze fixed on Xue Wutian.

He could clearly sense that although the aura within the other party was incredibly violent, it carried a hint of instability.

He has clearly not fully recovered yet, and is currently probably at the peak of the Celestial Realm.

"Perfect, let me weigh this ancient monster from five thousand years ago to see what it's really made of."

Yan Guiren brandished his long halberd, his black armor clanging, his fighting spirit soaring to the heavens.

Xue Wutian seemed to sense his provocation, his crimson eyes turning towards him, a bloodthirsty smile curving his lips:

"Hehehe... A cultivator at the peak of the Celestial Realm? Your blood must taste delicious."

Leng Ming then stepped forward and pointed to Yan Guiren and the others not far away.

"Ancestor, these are the people who broke into the formation and ruined our important matters. Please, Ancestor, take action and grind them to dust!"

A glint of greed flashed in Xue Wutian's crimson eyes: "One peak Celestial Realm cultivator and three mid-stage Celestial Realm cultivators, not bad nourishment."

He had only recently awakened and needed the essence and blood of powerful individuals to stabilize his cultivation. These few Celestial Realm cultivators before him were undoubtedly excellent "supplements."

"You're quite arrogant. You're only at the peak of the Celestial Realm."

"Today, I'll show you, you old monster from five thousand years ago, that this world is no longer an era where you can run rampant!"

Yan Guiren snorted coldly, then suddenly exerted force with his feet, his figure shooting towards Xue Wutian like an arrow released from a bow. His halberd, carrying the force to shatter mountains and split rocks, aimed straight for Xue Wutian's heart.

"Take this 'Soaring Swallow' move!"

Xue Wutian chuckled strangely, "The little guy does have some discernment."

"Unfortunately, even if I only recovered 30% of my strength, killing a few of you would still be more than enough!"

Blood energy surged around Xue Wutian, and a terrifying pressure spread out.

"Blood Claw"

Without dodging or avoiding, he extended his palm, crimson spiritual energy condensing into a claw in his palm, carrying the power to tear everything apart, and met the halberd head-on.

"clang!"

The halberd tip clashed with the blood claw, producing a metallic clang.

A terrifying force came, and Yan Guiren felt his arm go numb, and the halberd almost slipped from his hand.

"Such immense power!"

Yan Guiren was secretly shocked. Although Xue Wutian was at the peak of the Celestial Realm, his strength far surpassed that of ordinary people of the same level.

Xue Wutian also raised an eyebrow slightly, seemingly somewhat surprised:

"Not bad. It seems you can let me 'enjoy' it a little longer."

Just as the two were about to clash again, Yan Guiren suddenly transmitted his voice to Yan Shisan:

"Thirteenth Brother, take Mirror Demon and the others! Go underground, find the array's core, and destroy it!"

Yan Shisan was taken aback, then understood.

This power is inexhaustible, and their spiritual energy is constantly being drained. If they don't break the formation, they will eventually be exhausted to death.

He glanced at the fiercely determined Yan Guiren and echoed, "Be careful!"

He turned to the three, including Mirror Demon, and said, "Come with me!"

Although Jing Xinmo and his two companions were worried about Yan Guiren, they knew the gravity of the situation and quickly followed Yan Shisan.

They sped towards the crack that Xue Wutian had broken through the ground earlier—that was the most likely place to lead to the underground array eye.

Seeing this, Leng Ming and Luo Mie tried to stop them, but Yan Guiren forcibly pulled them back from the battlefield.

"Your opponent is me!"

One against three! Yan Guiren brandished his halberd, its shadow filling the sky, forcing Leng Ming and Luo Tian to fight with all their might.

"You ignorant fool!"

Xue Wutian roared, his blood energy surging and transforming into streaks of blood arrows that shot towards Yan Guiren.

Yan Guiren swept his halberd horizontally, deflecting all the blood-stained arrows.

Shadow and Song Zongxiang exchanged a glance, realizing what Yan Shisan was about to do, and made their move at the same time.

"Fellow Daoist! We've come to your aid." The shadow transformed into a black streak and lunged at Luo Mie;

"Xiao'er, stay away!"

Song Zongxiang shouted at Qianxiao, then grabbed his broken spear and charged at Leng Ming, engaging him in battle.

Upon hearing this, Qianxiao immediately rushed to the broken wall in the distance, activated his protective shield, and looked at the chaotic battlefield in front of him, his eyes filled with fear and helplessness.

He never imagined that he would be drawn into such a terrifying battle.

Leng Ming was already seriously injured, and although he still had the upper hand against Song Zongxiang, he could not win quickly.

Only Luo Mie forced the shadow to the brink of defeat, leaving it in a sorry state.

The battlefield instantly split into three parts: Yan Guiren fought Xue Wutian alone, Song Zongxiang fought Leng Ming, and Shadow Entangled Douluo was destroyed.

The battle between Yan Guiren and Xue Wutian was the most intense.

Xue Wutian's moves were bizarre and ruthless. His blood energy could not only attack, but also continuously devour Yan Guiren's spiritual power and blood energy, making him gradually feel a bit strained.

However, Yan Guiren's halberd technique was fierce and domineering, with each strike carrying the momentum to shatter mountains and split rocks. Although Xue Wutian had the advantage, he could not easily defeat him.

"Boy, your strength and halberd skills are quite impressive, but unfortunately, within this Bloodlust Array, you are destined to become nourishment for me!"

Xue Wutian grinned maliciously and intensified his devouring power of blood energy once again.

Yan Guiren felt his spiritual energy draining away even faster. He gritted his teeth, and with a mighty swing of his halberd...

Using the "Swallows Flying Together" technique, the spear and staff separated, turning into two afterimages that attacked Xue Wutian's left and right sides simultaneously.

"A trivial skill!"

Xue Wutian sneered, formed hand seals, and his blood energy condensed into a huge blood shield, blocking both afterimages.