The golden blood fell into the void.

It splashed open like a golden lotus upon impact, within which stars reversed, and the sun and moon rose and fell. A minuscule universe thrived and perished within it, with each extraordinary scene embodying the supreme truth of heaven and earth.

The vitality contained in the splattered blood was so abundant that even Jing Qiu found it astonishing.

With a slight turn of his wrist, although he had unleashed this slash, the recoil alone set his Qi and blood surging.

Yet, after drinking the sacred blood, the Green Master let out a clear and resonant sound. The golden blood on its blade was instantly absorbed, as if it craved more, much more.

Except for the resonant knife sound, the Sea of Realms fell into an eerie silence.

The cultivators from various families who escaped into the Netherworld were dumbfounded, clearly seeing everything even from afar.

Jing Qiu, with his Heavenly Venerable status, had injured a True Saint, even though he wielded a True Saint Level weapon.

The True Saint of the Yuanshen Sect squinted his eyes.

Even the ever-calm Misty True Saint showed interest.

However, no one was more shocked at this moment than the elderly man who had attacked.

To the Heavenly Venerable and the Dao Ancestor, even if the Dao Body were cut down, they could rely on their undying and indestructible nature to rebuild it.

But for a True Saint, who has fused all Daoist skills into himself, with all mighty powers attributed to oneself, they instead lose this "convenience," elevating the flesh, spirit, and soul to an incredible level.

If crossing the Bitter Sea is the goal, for a True Saint, the physical body becomes the vessel crossing the world, and the primordial spirit and spirit god are the ones rowing the boat.

At this level, some True Saints abandoned various divine skills, elevating only their physical body and spirit god to a miraculous degree.

This is the original profound meaning of the True Saint realm, surpassing the Dao Ancestor, breaking new ground among the Eight Realms, and striving to reach the unimaginable Transcendence Realm.

Withered Bones is a True Saint walking this path.

The elderly man's Dao title is "Withered Bones," though he presents a withered appearance, he walks the path of body refinement. Let alone the Heavenly Venerable and Dao Ancestor, even True Saints of the same rank would find it challenging to break through his physical defense.

Even wielding a True Saint's weapon shouldn't achieve this step.

No matter how sharp a True Saint's weapon is, it depends on who wields it.

"How audacious."

Withered Bones articulated each word slowly.

Boom!

A surge of incredibly powerful Qi and blood erupted, sending both the Green Master and Jing Qiu flying. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

The golden blood that had dripped into the void returned to Withered Bones' wound without missing a drop.

At Withered Bones' level, all mighty powers are entrusted to him, and every drop of blood is part of the Daoist career, not a single drop can be lost.

Immediately after.

With the naked eye, the blood and flesh in the old man's palm squirmed, and the knife wound began to heal. But just as the wound was about to recover completely, an invisible force seemed to wrap around the wound, preventing it from fully healing.

For a True Saint who has cultivated his physique to the utmost, this was tantamount to a... Dao wound!

This sight left all parties in shock again—Jing Qiu, wielding the True Saint's Blade, not only managed to injure a True Saint but also left a Dao wound that was difficult to heal?!

Is this possible because of Jing Qiu's own divine skills, or is it because of that divine weapon?

"The power of Heavenly Destiny?" the old man whispered, raised his head to look at Jing Qiu, and said, "This blade of yours, could it be left by the Ancestor Master of the Primordial Palace?"

When the surrounding parties heard this, many showed a look of relief, except for several True Saints from the Yuanshen Sect and Nanhua Palace who furrowed their brows.

Each family's heritage descends from various ancestors, and they are well aware of each other's gates and, particularly, the foundations left by them.

Among the divine weapons left by Ancestor Ning of the Primordial Palace, there wasn't a blade like the one in Jing Qiu's hand.

That Ancestor Ning was not skilled in Refining Soldiers.

"Never mind, let's capture you first and then talk."

Withered Bones muttered, attacking again, this time not holding back at all. His withered body suddenly swelled, transforming into a giant towering into the sky. Every inch of his skin revealed elder Dao patterns, causing the Sea of Realms to surge with every move.

"Subduing Demons!"

A massive palm that covered the sky pressed down, Withered Bones exerted his full strength, without the slightest reservation, already employing the means to deal with opponents of the same rank, condensing his entire Dao Fruit into a single strike!

Jing Qiu immediately felt the void around him solidify, as if his Dao Bone was collapsing, even the operation of his Inner Universe turned sluggish.

Is this the full force of a True Saint?!

So strong that there's no room to fight back!

Jing Qiu's eyes shone brightly, facing a formidable enemy, he only felt his fighting spirit rising, without being crushed in the slightest.

At this moment, neither the Yuanshen Sect nor the Nanhua Palace had any True Saints intervene.

They were eager to see how far Jing Qiu could go.

"This slash might not cut through..."

Countless thoughts flowed through Jing Qiu's mind, examining not only himself but also his opponent.

"No wonder the Heavenly Venerate, Dao Ancestor, and True Saint all belong to the Eight Realms, yet few put the three on the same level, the gap is too vast."

The fierce slash he just performed only left a slash mark in the other person's palm under a slight lapse of attention.

Now it's even harder to say.

"This slash..."

Jing Qiu's eyes changed from radiant to calm, already having a coping strategy, he wielded the blade and slashed out.

In an instant.

A long, narrow rift was cut open in the Sea of Realms, the blade light soared thirty thousand miles, striking towards Withered Bones!

Withered Bones' expression was indifferent, his palm flipped like the sky, suppressing everything beneath his five fingers, nothing within or outside of heaven and earth being an exception.

Clang—!

The blade light met the palm print, the resulting Daoist energy rippled out in all directions like a wave.

Withered Bones caught the blade light between two fingers as if picking a flower, then gently applied force, shattering the blade light without leaving a trace, his palm continued to grasp towards Jing Qiu.

This scene reassured all surrounding parties, irrespective of who they were, because this scene aligned with their previous understanding.