Chapter 969 - 360: The Deity Emerging from Moonlight!!! (Part 2)

"Good, good..." He sounded like he was muttering to himself, yet also like he was showing off to his enemies. "Yesterday, this old man already took the Divine Blood Source Core condensed in my son’s body... and refined it ahead of time."

His gaze swept over Fang Qingyu and Yan Lin’s faces, carrying a cat-toying-with-mice kind of cruel mockery:

"You wouldn’t be naïve enough to think..."

"That the god this old man spent everything to forge..."

"Was really going to be that useless son of mine, right?!"

Fang Qingyu’s pupils shrank sharply at his words.

Even before Chen Yuanshan finished speaking—

His body had already turned into a streak of dazzling starlight that tore through space.

His right hand, sheathed in Star Point Tribulation Crystal, clawed straight toward the strange Blood Pearl in Chen Yuanshan’s palm.

"Too late."

The cruelty and mockery on Chen Yuanshan’s face froze instantly into a vicious grin.

Without the slightest hesitation, he raised his hand and shoved that Divine Blood Source Core, glowing red, violently into his gaping mouth.

Gulp!

His Adam’s apple rolled violently as he swallowed the Blood Pearl whole.

Rumble——

The entire Blood-colored Space felt as if a giant invisible hand had clamped down on it.

It suddenly began to shake and tremble madly.

Fang Qingyu’s claw, loaded with Star Remnant Giant Power, was only half an inch from Chen Yuanshan’s throat when a terrifying fluctuation suddenly burst out from within Chen Yuanshan’s seemingly withered body.

Buzz——

An invisible blood-colored shockwave surged out like a tangible tsunami.

Centered on Chen Yuanshan, it exploded outward in a circular ring.

Fang Qingyu’s expression shifted; his arms coated in Star Point Tribulation Crystal crossed before him in an instant, guarding his chest.

BANG!!!

In a dull boom so heavy it made the heart quail, Fang Qingyu felt an unimaginable force slam against his arms; his entire body was like a speeding train hit head-on.

He was forcibly blasted backward, shoved away by the erupting shockwave.

His feet plowed two deep furrows into the blood-colored ground; Star Point Tribulation Crystal scraped harshly against the surface, throwing up blinding sparks as he slid back over a hundred meters before barely stabilizing himself.

And at that moment, the entire blood-colored earth below—

Was like a prairie suddenly set ablaze, erupting with a blinding, eye-searing crimson radiance.

Countless thick blood-colored beams, as thick as pythons, shot skyward from the cracks in the shattered ground.

They surged madly toward Chen Yuanshan, who hovered in midair, undergoing a terrifying mutation.

At the same time——

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Sharp sounds of something tearing through the air rang out!

The eight Divine Bone Martial Saints Fang Qingyu had smashed away with one punch and scattered around the Blood-colored Space now regrouped at astonishing Speed.

They were carrying that black-robed corpse whose skull Fang Qingyu had crushed underfoot.

The remains of Chen Yuanshan’s own grandson.

They flew toward Chen Yuanshan, who was devouring the blood light as his aura climbed step by step, as fast as if offering up a sacrificial tribute.

Suspended at the center of the surging ocean of blood light, surrounded by the eight Divine Bones as if a god being guarded—Chen Yuanshan—

Lowered his head to glance at his grandson’s mangled flesh and blood, the corpse dead in a wretched state.

On that old face, bathed in scarlet glow till it looked like a demon’s—

There wasn’t the slightest hint of grief.

Instead, what surfaced was a chilling sense of cherishing and satisfaction.

His emaciated fingers stroked extremely gently across his grandson’s shattered face.

As if caressing some peerless treasure.

Only after doing all this did he slowly lift his head. Those eyes, now completely transformed into two spinning blood moons, pierced through the rolling blood mist and locked coldly onto Fang Qingyu and Yan Lin.

A hoarse, twisted voice, as if countless tones overlapped into an inhuman timbre—

Echoed clearly above the deafening roar of the space, laden with a kind of bone-chilling malice:

"Everyone..."

"Thank you..."

"For helping me clear away this last... eyesore of an obstacle!"

Even before his words finished, Chen Yuanshan suddenly thrust out his hand and grabbed his grandson’s corpse by the shoulder.

Buzz!

A violent, twisting ripple.

Chen Yuanshan and his grandson’s corpse vanished from sight in an instant.

Only the wildly gushing blood-colored beams remained in their original spot.

And the eight Divine Bone Martial Saints, whose gazes were locked firmly onto Fang Qingyu and Yan Lin.

Fang Qingyu had just managed to stabilize his stance when he saw this scene.

His brows furrowed tightly at once.

He then looked toward Yan Lin and said, "The blood light hasn’t disappeared; he should still be nearby."

But just as the two of them were about to go looking for Chen Yuanshan—

Scrape... scrape... scrape...

A hair-raising sound of footsteps—

Rose like the tide from every direction of the Blood-colored Space.

The thick blood mist was parted, and one after another, groups upon groups of black-robed figures silently walked out.

They were like an army of undead crawling up from the deepest layer of Hell.

Endless, densely packed, stretching beyond the limits of sight.

Their steps were stiff; their empty, ashen eye sockets were locked dead onto Fang Qingyu and Yan Lin, who were trapped at the center.

A tide of corpses!

Front and back, left and right, above and below, everywhere the eye could see—

Were all writhing human heads and hollow eye sockets!

The eight Divine Bone Martial Saints stood like reefs at the forefront of this corpse tide.

Seeing this scene...

Fang Qingyu couldn’t help but let out a soft sigh; he’d still been careless.

Who could have imagined that the god Chen Yuanshan wanted to forge was actually himself...

And moreover, though he didn’t know what twisted methods that freak had used, the key wasn’t just Chen Wudi alone.

Even his grandson had been turned into a critical piece of Chen Yuanshan’s path to godhood.

A beast like this... really was one in a billion.

Which meant Fang Qingyu and Yan Lin truly hadn’t accounted for this variable.

Who would think that some old man intended to use his own son and grandson as catalysts to forge his road to becoming a god...

Thinking this, Fang Qingyu shook his head helplessly.

He said to Yan Lin, "Do you have a way out?!"

Hearing this, Yan Lin finally snapped out of her shock, glanced at Fang Qingyu, and shook her head.