A Millionfold Return: My Children Cultivate Immortality, I Become a God - Chapter 352

Chapter 352: Ancient Desolation God Emperor Saves the Day

“What a terrifying aura. Even across an infinite distance, even though it was fleeting, it still made my soul shudder. What kind of powerful being could unleash such a dreadful aura?”

The Blood Emperor punched Li Pangtian, sending him flying with an extremely displeased expression. The most crucial point was that he didn’t even know whether the owner of this aura was friend or foe.

If it was an enemy, he might not be a match for them.

Li Pangtian and the others also began to feel confused. They instinctively looked toward the source of the aura, wondering who exactly possessed such a presence.

But the Blood Emperor didn’t give Li Pangtian and the others a chance. After sending Li Pangtian flying, he ruthlessly struck again. In the next moment, countless blood-red beams shot out from behind the Blood Emperor.

Earlier, with the help of the Ancient Bell, Li Pangtian could barely hold his ground. But now, without its aid, the idea that Li Pangtian could withstand the attack was sheer fantasy.

“Wanla!”

But just as Li Pangtian despairingly closed his eyes, bracing for the pain he expected, it never came.

“What!”

As the Blood Emperor’s voice rang out in shock, Li Pangtian couldn’t help but open his eyes. He saw that Wu Yifan, who had disappeared long ago, had somehow appeared right in front of him, manipulating the Ancient Bell to completely block the Blood Emperor’s attack.

“Are you alright?”

Wu Yifan glanced at Li Pangtian, his tone carrying an air so lofty that even Li Pangtian felt unworthy.

Though Wu Yifan was still Wu Yifan for now, after awakening the memories of the Ancient Desolation God Emperor, his own personality was bound to be influenced, and some subtle changes were only natural.

However, Wu Yifan had no intention of severing ties with his current life; after all, he rather enjoyed it. Besides, he always had a feeling that his great grandfather from his memories was no ordinary person.

“I’m fine. Yifan, have you condensed the Ancient Dao Body?”

Li Pangtian shook his head and stood up, looking at Wu Yifan with a hint of excitement in his voice.

At this, Wu Yifan’s expression remained calm as ever, and he nodded.

“Yes, I was fortunate to condense the Ancient Dao Body. So, leave everything that comes next to me.”

With that, Wu Yifan turned to face the Blood Emperor nearby, whose expression was extremely grim.

For some reason, the Blood Emperor felt an extremely terrifying threat emanating from Wu Yifan. It was hard to believe because Wu Yifan was only at the Early Immortal Emperor stage. Although he possessed the Ancient Dao Body, it was still just the Young Ancient Dao Body. Li Pangtian himself was merely at the Young Ancient Dao Body level, so how could Wu Yifan possibly be a match for the Blood Emperor?

Li Pangtian also realized this and quickly spoke up.

“Yifan, don’t overestimate yourself. The Blood Emperor’s strength far surpasses your imagination. Maybe only if the two of us join forces can we defeat him.”

“No need, Holy Lord. Leave it to me,” Wu Yifan replied calmly without turning around, not once considering the Blood Emperor—who was at the Divine Rank Intermediate Stage—in front of him.

Let alone the Divine Rank Intermediate Stage, even those at the Divine Rank Peak stage were no more than beings Wu Yifan could kill with a single move in his eyes. From Wu Yifan’s prior life experience, unless they were True Gods, they posed no real threat to him now.

Hearing this, Li Pangtian still felt an urge to act, but deep inside, an inexplicable voice urged him to trust Wu Yifan and believe that he could succeed.

Under the influence of this voice, Li Pangtian forced himself to suppress his desire to intervene. After all, his cultivation level was well known, and if Wu Yifan failed, he could step in and assist immediately.

As for the Blood Emperor, after hearing Wu Yifan’s words, he laughed bitterly with rage.

“Hahaha, young man, don’t be so arrogant. How about joining my Blood Soul Sect? Even in the entire Divine Realm, the Blood Soul Sect is considered a top-tier force. With your talent, if you join us, I could recommend you. Maybe you could even become a direct disciple of the Blood God!”After seeing Wu Yifan, the Blood Emperor was tempted. With Wu Yifan’s talent, if he could be brought into the Blood Soul Sect, the Blood Emperor himself would gain enormous benefits as Wu Yifan’s patron—an instant rise to power.

Most importantly, the Blood Emperor could see that Wu Yifan was still not even ten thousand years old. Such talent was probably considered top-tier genius even within the Divine Realm.

Not far away, upon seeing Wu Yifan, Xue Yuan’s expression turned extremely solemn. He hadn’t expected that the Wu Yifan he once easily crushed would have now grown to such a level. Even his own father wanted to recruit him into the Blood Soul Sect?

But Xue Yuan didn’t speak up. After all, this wasn’t a situation he could interfere with. If he said the wrong thing, he would be the first to die.

As the Blood Emperor spoke, Li Pangtian and the others couldn’t help but grow worried.

Yet Wu Yifan shook his head without hesitation and sneered.

“The mere Blood Soul Sect? Forget about the Blood Soul Sect; even your Sect Master, the Blood God, I wouldn’t agree to be his disciple, My True Self wouldn’t.”

“You’re courting death!”

The Blood Emperor’s expression turned furious. Lord Blood God was the supreme, inviolable being in his eyes. He absolutely could not allow anyone to insult Lord Blood God.

Moreover, from Wu Yifan’s tone, the Blood Emperor could tell that there was only one possible relationship between them—that of enemies. An enemy should be crushed in the cradle.

What mattered most was that, given Wu Yifan’s talent, the Blood Emperor genuinely felt afraid. An Immortal Emperor less than ten thousand years old, combined with an Ancient Dao Body—if given enough time, he might truly pose a threat to the Blood Soul Sect.

With this thought in mind, the Blood Emperor didn’t hesitate and immediately charged at Wu Yifan. In just an instant, he appeared in front of him, swinging a blade down toward him.

Li Pangtian and the others held their breath watching this, but in the next moment, they saw Wu Yifan calmly extend two fingers and steadily block the Blood Emperor’s strike.

“This is all you’ve got? If you don’t use your true power, then you might as well move on.”

“What!”

The Blood Emperor’s eyes were full of disbelief. If that initial strike had been unleashed at the Initial Stage of a God, it probably would have killed him outright. He had never expected Wu Yifan to block it with such casual ease—as if it was nothing more than a leisurely move.

So just how strong was Wu Yifan’s true power?

The mere thought terrified the Blood Emperor too much to speculate further. Li Pangtian and the others couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief, their hearts swelling with excitement for Wu Yifan.

Yet Li Pangtian was puzzled. Both he and Wu Yifan possessed Young Ancient Dao Bodies, so why was Wu Yifan’s performance so much stronger than his own?At that moment, the Blood Emperor’s expression turned grim. He quickly adjusted his stance and, with a cold glint in his eyes, unleashed a true God-stage divine strike. The surrounding air seemed to shatter as the strike surged forward like a crashing tidal wave.

Wu Yifan didn’t move an inch. Calmly, he parted his lips and uttered a single word, “Seal.”

A translucent barrier instantly formed before him, shimmering faintly with a golden light. The divine strike collided with the barrier, sending ripples through it, but it held firm.

A tense silence filled the air, and even Li Pangtian and the others could feel their chests tighten. Everyone was well aware that this was no ordinary defense; Wu Yifan’s power wasn’t just a step ahead—it was an entire realm beyond their expectations.

Realizing his attack had failed, the Blood Emperor snarled, suddenly vanishing and reappearing behind Wu Yifan in the blink of an eye. With a sinister smile, he swung his blade to strike at Wu Yifan’s back.

But before the attack could land, Wu Yifan’s figure blurred, his speed unimaginably swift. He caught the Blood Emperor’s blade with both hands, an icy cold glint flashing in his eyes.

“Your moves are predictable,” Wu Yifan said softly, his voice carrying an unshakable calm.

A powerful force surged through his body, and with a sudden twist, he broke free from the clash and pushed the Blood Emperor several meters away.

Blood Emperor staggered back, his face momentarily pale. He had underestimated Wu Yifan’s strength—and the gap was far wider than he had imagined.

Li Pangtian’s eyes lit up. This was the moment they had all been waiting for—the true awakening of Wu Yifan’s power.