Having cultivated myself into an immortal, all I want to do is raise female disciples.

No one spoke, not even Yin Hanxuebing or Fan Dongyin, and even Yunping's two disciples were too shocked to utter a word.

Zhang Ruoxue tilted her head back, gazing at the increasingly clear sky, and suddenly blurted out a sentence.

"Heaven has backed down..."

Yes.

I doubt anyone would believe it if I told them.

Even those dragons who have lived for millions of years would probably just laugh it off.

Because Heaven's way is never merciful, never compassionate, and never fearful.

Only all other living beings have ever feared the Way of Heaven, because that is the rule of the world.

Unfortunately, the rules of the world have just been swallowed up by some rogue.

"Who...who are you?!"

Fan Dongyin stretched out his blood-stained fingers, his voice trembling uncontrollably—he was no longer the confident and self-assured master of the Northern Ice Palace who had not long ago.

He stared at Yunping with the same fear he felt for a monster.

The old rogue didn't answer him directly. Instead, he silently put the cigarette he had been holding to his lips and lazily took a puff.

It was as if he had just done something completely ordinary.

"Hoo~" He exhaled a faint red ring around his eyes, his tone indifferent, "Even if I told you who I am, you wouldn't believe me. Maybe I'm the real Emperor Wen, and the previous one was just a fraud?"

After speaking, he casually threw the cigarette butt on the ground. Because the frosty aura of the deep ice cave was shattered by the power of heaven, Yun Ping could only stomp out the sparks on the cigarette butt himself. "Do you believe me when I say this?"

Was he Emperor Wen?

is it possible?

If it were anyone else, Fan Dongyin would never have believed his nonsense.

Although Emperor Wen had indeed been dead for over five hundred years, just three years ago, a mysterious man who suddenly appeared claimed to him that he was Emperor Wen returning, and this time he was going to take revenge on the two ancestors and all the ultimate beings.

At first, Fan Dongyin didn't believe it either, until the other party casually waved his hand and extracted his soul and put it back, playing with the life of him, a powerful expert in the Void Realm, in the palm of his hand. Only then did he realize that the other party was not joking.

So... who is Emperor Wen?

If the mysterious person from three years ago was Emperor Wen, then who is this person now?

It can't possibly be the Martial Emperor, can it?!

But if he wasn't Emperor Wu, and he wasn't Emperor Wen, then who was he?

I don't know, this is too weird.

Seeing that Fan Dongyin remained silent, Yunping grew impatient. He glanced at him dismissively and said, "Whether you believe me or not, I am who I am, and it has nothing to do with you."

No sooner had he uttered these words than an unusual surge of blood energy erupted from Fan Dongyin's body.

The towering snowlight shot straight into the sky, and nine jets of blood the size of bowls pierced through the deep ice cave of the Silver Cold Snow Ice, illuminating the entire sky above the Northern Ice Palace.

The stench of blood, like a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, spread rapidly from Fan Dongyin in all directions. Although Zhang Ruoxue and Ye Yuchan tried their best to cover their noses, how could they possibly resist the murderous intent and bloodlust that seemed to have been accumulated from the slaughter of millions or even hundreds of millions of people?

For a moment, consciousness sank into a blood-red haze.

"Huh? This guy..."

Yunping stood still as always, casting a series of profound and boundless spells at a speed almost imperceptible to the naked eye, which surrounded the two female disciples behind him, helping them to stabilize their minds.

At the same time, he cast another series of extremely complex spells, which wrapped around the storage ring on his right hand.

The reason is simple—this bloody aura is enough to transcend space, and even the storage ring will be infected by the blood energy of this Crimson Blood Bead, and Yuan'er is still lying inside the storage ring!

He looked up and coldly glanced at the Crimson Blood Bead floating high in the sky. Fan Dongyin, who had already merged with the Crimson Blood Bead, with only his upper body exposed and covered in blood, his skin stained red, grinned and sneered. His lower body had been swallowed by the Crimson Blood Bead and merged with it.

His cultivation level rose rapidly!

Peak of the Void Transformation Stage... Initial Stage of Sainthood... Peak of Sainthood... Entering the Realm of Half-Immortal... Peak of Half-Immortal!

"Wait, he's not fusing!!"

Behind him, a look of horror appeared on Yin Hanxue's usually cold and aloof face.

Yes, Yunping could also see that Fan Dongyin was not fusing with the Crimson Blood Pearl!

Yun Ping not only knew about the Crimson Blood Pearl, an ancient blood spirit artifact, but he had also seen it more than once. Even the Crimson Blood Pearl, which could slaughter millions or even tens of millions of living beings, could not allow a cultivator at the peak of the Void Realm to leap directly to the level of a half-immortal. It would be difficult for him to even break through to the peak of the Saint Realm!

However, Fan Dongyin's aura has now expanded to the peak of the Half-Immortal realm!

No, that's not all, it's growing at an astonishing rate!

Nine pillars of blood surrounded him. At that moment, he seemed to transform into a blood-red king. Then, ten, eleven... each time a pillar of blood suddenly shot out, his aura would rise sharply.

Fan Dongyin's bloodshot eyes had lost all reason; in this state, there was no turning back.

"He wants to detonate the Crimson Blood Pearl..."

Yunping revealed Fan Dongyin's idea, which was undoubtedly an extremely crazy move.

Just how terrifying the explosion of the Crimson Blood Pearl was, probably no one in the world knows, or rather, those who do know are already a pile of bones.

"I don't care who you are! I don't care who you are!" Fan Dongyin roared, screaming, his upper body shaking wildly. "No matter who you are, you're all going to die here today! All of you! All of you!"

His voice was so shrill, so frantic.

Looking at this man who had completely lost his mind and was no different from a monster, Fan Luokui felt nothing but despair.

My conversation with my father not long ago is still etched in my mind: the scene of having dinner with that kind father, the scene of hugging my father, the scene of hearing my father praise me, the scene of seeing my father smile.

It shattered little by little...

It was only at this moment that she realized it.

What a mad and evil person my own biological father was.

She slowly closed her eyes, unwilling to watch any longer.

"I'm sorry."

But the young man's voice made her suddenly open her eyes.

The young man, speaking in a cold tone and with an expressionless face, slowly took his first step forward while apologizing.

A blood-red storm swept across everything around it, its bloodthirsty aura eroding the extinguished cigarette butts on the ground, and a crimson river of blood flowed across the floor of the ice cave.

But I can't touch him.

In this wind, the young man's dead fish eyes hung open, and even under this seemingly world-destroying force, he still maintained his dead fish eyes.

pat.

He stepped on the thick stream of blood.

In fact, if it had been Fan Luo Kui, who was at the Transcendental Stage, instead of him, they would probably have already been swallowed up by that seemingly living river of blood.

Ke Yunping walked on simply, as if taking a leisurely stroll. The blood river beneath his feet was very quiet, or rather, it had no choice but to be quiet.

"I think I need to correct one of your statements."

He spoke casually, walking along as if nothing had happened.

Every step seemed casual, every word seemed calm and ordinary.

Fan Dongyin couldn't understand his words at all, and kept laughing wildly, "Hahahaha, hahahaha... They're all going to die, they're all going to die!!"

As he smiled, his blood-soaked upper body began to be gradually swallowed into the Crimson Blood Bead. The final step in detonating the Crimson Blood Bead was to sacrifice himself.

Yunping knew this, but he didn't care.

He stared at Fan Dongyin, whose last hair had been completely devoured, and at the crimson blood bead containing the essence and soul of countless people, watching it spin rapidly and its blood-red light blaze brightly.

"I need to correct you. No one here, including everyone in the North Ice Palace, will die at your hands."

Yunping waved his hand.

call!

A gentle breeze swept by.

The seemingly weak breeze wiped away all the bloodstains in an instant.

The ninety-nine pillars of blood reaching to the heavens were directly erased.

Yes.

It was erased.

Everyone saw it clearly; not even a drop of blood remained as it was wiped away with a casual wave of the hand.

Let alone a single wave, even if Yin Hanxuebing used all her skills, even if she retrieved the Double Pupils, she might not be able to erase these blood pillars with her own source power.

Yunping did it, effortlessly.

The moment the blood pillar disappeared, the Crimson Blood Bead seemed to sense something. It began to spin rapidly, and its rounded surface cracked open.

It wanted to complete the explosion before Yunping could stop it, and flatten the entire Arctic Palace.

But suddenly a large hand attacked from the side.

The young man grabbed the Crimson Blood Bead, which had been concentrated several times over, and squeezed it in his palm. The Crimson Blood Bead struggled and trembled incessantly, trying to escape the control of his hand.

But the truth is, it can't move.

Not only that, but a force beyond its capacity came from all directions, and this terrifying force was trying to crush it completely!

Yes.

Yunping pinched the Crimson Blood Bead, holding it tightly in his palm.

Looking at the trembling red blood bead in his palm, Yun Ping shook his head and said calmly.

"No one will die here, except... of course."

The Crimson Blood Bead trembled even more violently, as if begging for mercy, as if pleading.

Yunping ignored its request, and suddenly exerted force between his five fingers, a surge of righteous energy bursting out from his body.

Immediately!

boom!

The Crimson Blood Bead shattered beyond recognition, and Yun Ping actually crushed it into tiny specks of crimson light.