Brother Who Determines the Fate of the Nation: My Great Emperor's Cultivation Level Exposed by

Before the laughter even landed, he had already moved, plummeting from the sky and sitting cross-legged directly above the blood pool.

Blood-red runes surged from all directions, thousands of scarlet lines detached from the ground, floated into the air, and converged on the body of the wandering immortal, leaving long trails.

The scene was displayed in its entirety on the screen to billions of people around the world.

Su Xuan lay on the edge of the blood pool, his spine numb.

He turned his head and saw the runes drilling into the body of the wandering immortal one after another.

The immortal's expression changed.

It started with greed.

Then comes satisfaction.

Three hundred years of waiting, four thousand seven hundred and thirty-two lives lost, the rise and fall of two sects—all of this was for this moment.

The first rune entered the body.

The second one.

The third way.

The immortal closed his eyes, wholeheartedly absorbing the crimson essence.

As soon as the fourth rune entered his body, his body convulsed violently.

The immortal opened his eyes.

A hint of doubt flashed in his cloudy, yellowish eyes.

The moment the fifth rune entered his body, his confusion turned into terror.

"ah--"

A bloodcurdling scream burst from the loose immortal's mouth, echoing throughout the ruins of the Qingyun Sect.

His body began to glow.

The runes that had already entered his body went berserk, rampaging, tearing, burning, and repelling through his meridians.

"No! How could this happen!"

"Why can't I fuse with it?!"

He looked down at his hands, where the skin and flesh were peeling off piece by piece, revealing the charred bones and muscles underneath.

The crimson runes continued to pour in.

The formation has already started the body-forging process and will not stop because of anyone's will.

Runes piled up wildly in his body, and with each additional rune, another crack appeared on his body, from which blood gushed forth.

The wandering immortal finally realized what was happening.

His cultivation level.

The spiritual root within him.

The tattered scroll, obtained from an ancient tomb three hundred years ago, recorded all the steps, materials, and conditions of the Heaven-Defying Blood Sacrifice Array, except for one page which was missing half a corner.

He had always thought that only insignificant annotations were missing.

Now he understands.

The Asura Body, an ultimate killing physique that is destroyed and rebuilt, requires an empty container.

Utter emptiness.

It has no spiritual root, no innate cultivation, and no established spiritual vein system.

Only a mortal body of utmost purity can bear this primal, untamed power.

He, a wandering immortal who had cultivated for over a thousand years, had spiritual roots that were deeply ingrained in his bones and marrow, so deeply rooted that they could not be separated.

The cost of forced integration—

It was the full backlash of the great formation.

"No! Impossible!"

The wandering immortal roared, frantically forming hand seals in an attempt to sever his connection with the great formation. However, the runes had already taken root in his body, impossible to tear off or shake off, and every movement brought out large chunks of burnt flesh.

His cultivation level is declining.

"Three hundred years... my three hundred years..."

He struggled to reach out a hand that was burned to the bone and reached up to grab the sky, but he grabbed nothing.

Su Xuan lay on the ground, looking up at the scene.

The dark red liquid in the blood pool was still churning, and the runes were still pouring into the body of the wandering immortal. The wandering immortal's screams grew weaker and weaker, and eventually turned into the sound of bubbles in his throat.

Just then, the rhythm of the formation's operation suddenly changed again.

The runes stopped.

All the crimson runes that were drilling into the immortal's body froze at the same moment, hovering in mid-air, and then began to retreat.

One, two, ten, a hundred, a thousand.

Everything was extracted from the body of the wandering immortal.

The immortal's remains swayed in the air, too weak to make a sound; only his cloudy eyes continued to move.

The runes did not disperse after they were released.

They circled in the air once, then changed direction.

Downwards.

Heading towards Su Xuan's direction.

Su Xuan felt a sudden chill run down his spine.

The crimson runes condensed into a huge vortex above his head, spinning and compressing, eventually transforming into a thick crimson beam of light that descended from the sky and poured directly into the top of his head.

There were no signs, no warnings, and no choice.

A crimson beam of light poured into his head, traveled down his torso, through his chest, abdomen, and limbs, filling every inch of his bones and muscles.

His sternum, four broken ribs, and damaged spine, all shattered by the Immortal's palm strike, emitted a series of cracking sounds amidst the bloody light.

The fragments were put back in place, the cracks were mended, and the broken pieces were rejoined.

one second.

two seconds.

three seconds.

All of Su Xuan's fatal wounds healed completely within three seconds, leaving no scars.

But it's not over yet.

The infusion of the crimson light pillar continued, with more and more primal power surging into his body.

Dark red lines appeared on his skin, starting from his chest and spreading along the meridians to his limbs and bones.

An aura rose from his body.

Wild, violent, and full of primal killing intent.

The entire ruins of the Qingyun Sect trembled under this aura. Gravel sprang up from the ground, hovered in mid-air, and then turned into powder.

The immortal's frail body could no longer hold on.

His skeleton slowly disintegrated in the air, turning to ash and flesh to water, but his eyes were still fixed on Su Xuan, who was suspended below.

Despair was in his eyes.

There is jealousy.

There is a sense of resentment that three hundred years of planning have been destroyed in an instant.

His lips moved, and with his last breath, he managed to squeeze out a few words.

"A mortal... he's actually... a mortal..."

Ashes fell from mid-air and scattered all over the ground.

The life force of the immortal was completely wiped out at this moment, leaving not even a trace of his soul. He was wiped clean from the world, leaving only a pool of grayish-white ashes on the stone at the edge of the blood pool.

Three hundred years.

Four thousand seven hundred and thirty-two lives lost.

The destruction of the two sects.

All of this benefited a menial servant whom he had never even given a second glance.

Su Xuan hovered in mid-air, the crimson light pillar still pouring in, and dark red patterns had covered his entire body. The aura of Asura grew stronger and stronger, even the images on the sky were shaking.

In the global live stream, billions of people are watching their screens in a silence so profound you could hear a pin drop.

The chat in the Dragon Kingdom's live stream froze for a full three seconds before the first comment popped up.

"He...is alive?"

"Not only did he survive, he also inherited the Asura Body!"

"Three years of ruined spiritual roots, three years of being a mortal, and in the end, this supreme physique only recognizes a mortal body?"

"That old codger schemed for three hundred years, only to have it all go to Su Xuan in the end?"

The live stream in the US was silent for a full five seconds.

There was no mockery.

"One of the ten strongest physiques, once mastered, the physical body can live as long as heaven and earth, and the combat power can easily overwhelm those of the same level."

"This thing... ended up in the possession of that mortal?"