After walking through the valley for about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, a sudden change occurred. A strong, nauseating stench of blood suddenly wafted out from ahead.
Gu Yifeng immediately covered his mouth and nose, and with his right hand, he drew a talisman in the air to dispel the miasma. A light blue light shield protected him and blocked the corrosive smell of blood, which made him feel a little better.
Following the source of the bloody scent, just one step later, the scene was completely different from the lush green valley in front of us; it was a veritable hell!
The ground was covered with dry, weathered bones, some human heads, some demon heads, all sorts of bones piled together to form a road.
Before these withered bones, a blood-red throne slowly rose at the end, with only a black robe hanging on it, and a crown on the throne.
What was truly terrifying was the throne itself, from which blood continuously seeped. The blood was dark red and quite mixed, seemingly a mixture of various types of blood, making it nauseating.
On both sides of the mountain wall, countless withered branches stretched out, with dried birds with holes pierced through them, their appearance tragic and unbearable to look at.
In Gu Yifeng's eyes, the wisp of crimson energy, now as thick as an arm, was constantly emanating from the throne.
"Come! Come! Come!"
As his gaze fell upon the throne, a sense of longing instantly filled his heart.
However, this feeling only lasted for a moment before slowly dissipating. At this moment, the tiger paw mark on Gu Yifeng's left palm appeared, followed by a surge of killing intent that condensed into a human form, which was the human form of the White Tiger Sacred Beast.
Almost simultaneously, on the crimson throne, crimson energy slowly condensed, also taking on a human form, with long, flowing hair and wearing a robe, but with a hint of madness in its eyes.
"You can't touch him."
The white tiger slowly opened its mouth, its eyes blazing with barely suppressed killing intent.
“If you don’t want him to follow in my footsteps, then let him come here. The truth must be spread eventually.”
The blood-red figure spoke calmly to the white tiger, but the madness in his eyes grew stronger.
"You! Fine, if something happens to him, not only will I, but the three Azure Dragons will also take action. I want to see if things will be different if we launch a divine war."
The white tiger snorted coldly and then disappeared.
Upon seeing this, the blood-red figure instantly rushed in front of Gu Yifeng and pointed a finger. Before he could dodge, the scenery around him began to change.
The surroundings transformed into a sea of ethereal clouds, where two figures stood at opposite ends, facing off for about three breaths before surging forward with terrifying power that instantly dispersed the sea of clouds.
This is the fighting power of the Immortal Realm.
Gu Yifeng immediately spotted one of them, where a blood-red figure stood, clad in a blood-red robe, his every move unleashing a violent, blood-red power.
Compared to the other battlefields, the battle of this blood-red figure was undoubtedly much more violent. Every move he made was accompanied by bursts of blood, and the violent power spread out, making it impossible for the opponent to resist.
This is the power of the Asura God!
The crimson figures are the Asura, a race born in the Immortal Realm, a race with only one human.
In just one hour, the Ancient God of Asura killed the immortal god before him, crushing his neck with a single claw. The head fell to the ground, and the ancient god picked it up, tilted his head back, and drank the divine blood inside.
As the divine blood entered his mouth, Asura went completely mad, his eyes blazing with crimson light, and he went berserk, immediately engaging in a chaotic battle.
This was a war of gods. Everyone involved in the battle was enraged and began a frenzied, intense fight. No one, not even the ancient god of Asura, noticed a change.
When their divine wars occurred, for every god who fell, a wisp of their power would be quietly drawn away and flow into the sky.
However, Gu Yifeng, observing from God's perspective, noticed that someone seemed to be deliberately guiding the energy. In his eyes, the energy transformed into an incredibly conspicuous seven-colored hue, and he watched as the energy surged into the sky.
This divine war lasted for three full days. After three days, the Asura side emerged victorious, but only the ancient god of cultivation survived, with the heads of all the gods lying beneath his feet.
Perhaps in mourning for these gods, blood rain began to fall from the sky, the wind and rain raged, and the entire celestial realm was plunged into a state of unease.
The celestial realm also feared Asura immensely, and everyone began to shun this ancient god.
Under pressure from numerous forces in the Immortal Realm, Asura left the Immortal Realm and entered the endless starry sky. He encountered something unknown, and in the end, Asura also perished, leaving behind not even his physical body.
The participating souls could only teleport the throne of inheritance to the Continent of Light, and by chance, they entered the White Tiger Cave Secret Realm, eventually falling into the Valley of Divine Judgment.
Later, wonderful news came from the Immortal Realm: several innate gods were born spontaneously in the Immortal Realm. In addition, several true immortals broke through and obtained acquired godhood, their strength increased dramatically, and they proclaimed themselves Immortal Kings to govern their respective regions.
The celestial realm thus fell into peace once more.
After seeing all this, the secret realm dissipated, and Gu Yifeng realized that the surrounding darkness had not faded. In fact, a flash of blood-red light appeared, and the figure of the Asura Ancient God reappeared in front of him.
"Want to know the truth about the Immortal Realm? How laughable! I only saw through their tricks on my deathbed."
Ashura chuckled self-deprecatingly and said to Gu Yifeng.
"Was it a deliberate scheme by the Heavenly Dao of the Immortal Realm to trigger a war of gods?"
Gu Yifeng already had a guess in his mind, and slowly asked the question.
"Hmm... never mind, I don't have time to say more. Go and see for yourself. All I can do is reserve this divine position. If you see a suitable one, pass it on or inherit it yourself."
"From this day forward, you shall be my apostle, my divine oracle, proclaiming my divine will. If you do not obey the will of Heaven, you shall perish!"
Ashura whispered twice, then pointed a finger at Gu Yifeng's brow. A crimson power surged into his sea of consciousness, and a mark unique to the Ashura clan slowly condensed.
Then Ashura's figure slowly dissipated. When Gu Yifeng opened his eyes again, he was back in the valley. The throne and crown were still there, but the black robe had disappeared.
With a thought, the throne and crown instantly transformed into a stream of light and surged into his sea of consciousness.
Under Ashura's guidance, Gu Yifeng realized that the throne and crown were the inheritance of the ancient god Ashura, and that he was the chosen oracle of Ashura.
Besides enjoying the privileges and blessings bestowed by the Asura, they also need to protect the successor of the next Asura Ancient God.
Of course, this is on the premise that Gu Yifeng is unwilling to inherit Asura's ancient god position.
After all, in Asura's view, his position as an ancient god was a huge attraction, and no one in the Immortal Realm could resist this temptation, let alone on the Continent of Light.
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