Crack~

The sacrifice ritual was forcefully interrupted!

Dracula suddenly turned his head, the scarlet pupils reflecting Ye Qingzhou’s figure: "You!!!"

Ye Qingzhou spoke no nonsense, the sword blade pointed directly at Dracula: "Your plan ends here."

Dracula laughed angrily: "Just you? An ant not even a demigod?"

He waved his hand, and the Blood Force transformed into a monstrous wave pressing down!

Ye Qingzhou neither dodged nor avoided, the blood-colored patterns on the sword suddenly lit up: "Primordial Blood, heed my command!"

Boom~

The blood wave, at the moment of touching the sword blade, was unexpectedly devoured in reverse! Dracula shockingly found that his control over the Blood Force was being stripped away!

"Impossible! What did you do?!"

Ye Qingzhou gave no answer, his left eye icy blue, his right eye blood red, surrounded by interwoven silver-blue and scarlet Original Force, he walked step by step towards Dracula.

"The Emperor Slayer was right..."

He murmured, "Some causalities must be severed."

The sword light rose again!

This strike contained the Power of Law from the Primordial Land, slicing Dracula’s blood wings clean off! He let out a shrill scream, his body beginning to collapse.

"No! Lord Blood God will never..."

Before finishing his sentence, Ye Qingzhou’s sword had already pierced his heart.

"Farewell, Dracula."

Silver-blue flames erupted from the sword blade, completely incinerating Dracula’s body!

The blood moon dissipated, and the sky regained brightness.

Kaine fell from mid-air, caught by Aurelian. His Sun Bloodline was exhausted, and this time he could finally rest in peace.

Ye Qingzhou stood on the battlefield, staring at his sword, silent.

The words of the Emperor Slayer still echoed in his ears...

"Above the Emperor Realm, there is a higher realm."

"And your journey is just beginning."

He looked up at the sky, as if he saw through the endless void that Destructive Throne, and upon the throne - another self.

......

At the Imperial Central Square, Holy Flame burned fiercely.

The once lofty Emperor, now chained to a pitch-black cross, the Pope of the Holy Sun Church Court holding the Holy Staff, his aged voice resonating above the square:

"In the name of the Holy Sun, judge you, the traitor who betrayed humanity!"

The flames rose, and the Emperor let out a mournful wail in the fire, his skin burning and peeling off, yet he still struggled to lift his head, his blood-red eyes fixed on Aurelian on the ceremonial stand, roaring: "Aurelian... do you think... this is over... the Blood God... will eventually... return..."

Before the words finished, the flames completely consumed him, turning into a charred skeleton.

On the square, tens of thousands of people erupted in thunderous cheers.

"The Blood Race is destroyed! Long live humanity!"

"Morning Star Emperor! Morning Star Emperor!"

Aurelian Morning Star stood on the high platform, draped in a brand new imperial robe, his demeanor solemn.

Behind him, Selena and Elise stood quietly, while the figure supposed to be at the forefront - was no longer there.

At this time, the discussions spread through the streets and alleys.

"Have you heard? Another genius emerged in the Southern Territory!"

In a tavern, several young adventurers excitedly discussed.

"You mean that ’Hand of Lava’ Roy?"

A red-haired youth slammed the table, "That kid is only seventeen and can already melt Refined Steel with his bare hands! It’s said to be the awakening of a sideline bloodline of the Earth Vein Family!"

"Tch, that’s nothing!"

Another tall and thin person sneered, "The Liuge Family twins are impressive, last week in the Eastern Sea, they combined to summon the phantom of a Deep Sea Giant Beast with ’Abyssal Silence’, wiping out the remaining fleet of the Blood Race entirely!"

Everyone marveled, and the topic quickly shifted to another direction.

"Speaking of which... have you seen Prince Laine lately?"

The tavern suddenly fell silent for a moment.

"No... ever since the Battle of the Blood Moon, no one has seen him."

"I heard he’s in seclusion training? After all, he’s recognized as the Empire’s number one powerhouse."

"But my cousin works at the Imperial Palace, and he said Prince Laine is not even in the Imperial City..."

Everyone looked at each other, eventually, an elderly man sighed, raising his cup:

"May the Morning Star guide his path."

The cold wind whistled, the snow white as far as the eye could see.

Ye Qingzhou walked alone on the steep ridge, below him was a bottomless abyss. His cloak flapped in the wind, the icy blue light of his left eye particularly striking in the snowy night.

This was the forbidden land forgotten by the world - the Holy Land of the Blood Race "Eternal Night Abyss," the legendary place where the Blood God slumbered.

Atop the mountain, a pitch-black altar stood silently, at the center of the altar was a giant Blood Crystal Coffin, inside which slept a beautiful silver-haired man. His visage bore a seventy percent resemblance to Dracula, yet more ancient, more perfect, as if embodying the world’s all dark elegance.

Ye Qingzhou stood before the coffin, slowly drawing "Frost Winter Oath." 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

"The Emperor Slayer was right..."

He murmured, "As long as the Blood Origin remains, the Blood Race will never truly perish."

The sword blade fell, and the Blood Crystal Coffin cracked at the sound!

The silver-haired man inside suddenly opened his eyes - what kind of eyes were those... seemingly containing an endless sea of blood, merely meeting them was enough to drive mortals mad.

"Interesting..."

The Blood God’s voice was like aged fine wine, carrying a lazy chuckle: "There are actually humans capable of reaching here."

He slowly sat up, his silver hair flowing like water, his pale fingers lightly brushing the edge of the coffin: "Tell me, little one, who sent you to kill me?"

Ye Qingzhou’s sword did not waver a bit: "Strictly speaking, it was you who actively drew me into this world."

The Blood God’s gaze paused, then his expression turned chilling: "Ye Qingzhou, so it is you..." His gaze fell on Ye Qingzhou’s left eye, "You dare to contend for this world’s origin with me?"

"I only wish to end you."

Ye Qingzhou said coldly.

The Blood God stood up, his luxurious black-red robe fluttering without wind, a domineering aura swept in all directions: "Just you? A mere child who hasn’t even entered the Emperor Realm?"

His figure suddenly disappeared, the next second, cold fingers were already gripping Ye Qingzhou’s throat!

"Didn’t the Emperor Slayer tell you?"

The Blood God leaned close to his ear, whispering, "What was sealed in the Primordial Land is but a part of me..."

"And now—"

"I have returned."

The Blood God’s hand pierced through Ye Qingzhou’s chest, blood dripping along the silver-white knuckles.

"Poor little one."

The Blood God chuckled, mockery flickering in his scarlet pupils, "You think you can stop me?"

Ye Qingzhou coughed up a mouthful of blood, but suddenly laughed: "I indeed cannot stop you..."

His fingers suddenly clasped the Blood God’s wrist, the icy blue light of his left eye burst forth!

"But someone can."

Crack~

A silver-blue rift opened between the two, a terrifying suction instantly erupted! The Blood God’s pupils contracted sharply, trying to withdraw, but found his arm was held tightly by Ye Qingzhou.

"You—!"

The next second, both figures were pulled into the rift together!

The Primordial Land, this was a chaotic world without time, without space.

Countless chains of laws crisscrossed, each chain wrapped with different Power of Origin - flame, ice, thunder, darkness... And at the end of the chains, imprisoned were figures emanating terrifying auras.

Emperor Realm Powerhouses!

They were once the supreme existences of their respective worlds, yet were defeated by the Emperor Slayer, imprisoned here, becoming the eternal source of energy for the Primordial Land.

The Blood God just entered, bursting into wild laughter: "Hahaha! Finally... finally returned here!"

He harshly flung Ye Qingzhou aside, raising a hand to seize: "Frost Winter Oath, come!"

The sword in Ye Qingzhou’s hand trembled violently, breaking free of his control, flying into the Blood God’s hand!

"You think this sword is just a key?"

The Blood God sneered: "It is more a ’scepter’!"

The sword blade lifted high, all the chains of laws began to tremble!

"In the name of the Blood God - release!"