Reverend Ecstasy

Rivers of Eternal Dragon Blood filled the sky, Xinzi didn't bother to conceal it, and with his threads grinding the meat chops into fine powder, our monk arched his head back. The rivers of blood flew towards him, merging with his Bloodshifter Heart, and fueling the breakthrough of his Blood Energy!

Thus, under the Eldest's helpless gaze, Xinzi's blood cultivation broke through, reaching the fourth order. Better, a Monster Core materialized above his Dantian, carrying in it the purest and most dominant Eternal Dragon Blood that the Eldest had ever witnessed.

Even in the Immortal Founders' most reckless experiments, nothing ever came close to blood of this level!

"The Golden Lotus be praised. Alas, the greatest of heroes must all drink the blood of legendary beasts—preferably dragons. As the savior that the world needs, it behooves me to carry on this noble legacy. Please forgive me for not asking your permission, but it's all for a noble cause," Xinzi said and dusted off his red-gold monastic robe.

His eyes became a slit gold, reminiscing of the slit golden eyes that each Eternal Dragon possessed.

Of course, as a master shapeshifter, Xinzi could shift back to his dark eyes whenever he wanted to. But he didn't want to. Not now, not when he could use these eyes to stir the Eldest's rage.

"Savior? Don't make me laugh! You're clearly the mortal incarnation of a Primeval Devil! How dare you refer to yourself as Savior?! Corrupt evil spawn, I will butcher you!" The Eldest didn't have the time to reply that his 59 fellow Ordained Beasts grumbled at Xinzi. Needless to say, they were all of the same mind.

"You've been saying this for a while now. When is the threat becoming concrete reality? Bloodline was your only advantage. Now, I have a vastly superior version of the bloodline that made you so conceited. You still have time to back off, to surrender and see the light. I know that fighting your bloodline instructions is difficult, but Eldest I believe in your potential. I belie..."

Mid-sentence, Xinzi vanished, slamming his right elbow into the eldest's left eye. Right afterward, he vanished again, his fist chopping at the 100-meters-tall beast's neck with ferocious momentum. The blow shook the sky, vibrations spread through the earth, and the colossal beast raced down, its thick scales struggling to resist the lacerating silk net that constantly shifted to fit Xinzi's needs.

"I believe you can fly. I believe you can touch the sky. So don't stay down for too long, we need you up here." Xinzi chortled, mesmerized by his own genius.

"Despicable bastard! Where is your hon..."

*CRACK*

Barely had the early-stage Ordained Dragon started its honorable rant, that Xinzi's foot flew into its face, shattering all the bones and making the beast burst into a blood fog.

"I also believe that talking mid-fight is a dangerous habit—unless you know what you're doing, of course. But your lot clearly doesn't. And talking honor when you can condone the widespread captivity and torture of your fellow villagers—depending on who inflicts it, is a bit hypocritical." Xinzi cracked his neck, now truly convinced that, under Dao Revelation, no Great Desolation World cultivator could pause him a threat.

In fact, even among early-stage Dao Revelation experts, he could establish himself as a dominant force. Of course, compared to his Zhen-body that could fight Immortal Emperors with a cultivation base only comparable to peak Void Tribulant, Xinzi still had a long way to go.

Desperate roars came from all sides, announcing the charge of the 58 remaining dragons. The Eldest returned to the fight, forcing his way through the sharp and indestructible nets. Some of his scales got peeled off, but shrugging off the stinging laceration, the Eldest drove his claws into Xinzi, moving at such speed that, Xinzi aside, only the White-Winged Demons could follow him.

'I will hold him off. ACTIVATE THE BLOODRAGE COUNTER!' The Eldest sent his last directives. And simultaneously, the 58 Ordained Dragons rammed their claws into their chests, squeezing their Reverse Scale.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!" Screams of agony filled the sky. But at the same time, the aura of each Eternal Dragon rose tremendously. Their pupils vanished, scalding steam rising from their scales as they dangled in the air, twisting in misery.

The Reverse Scale wasn't just a weakness. Should a True Dragon decide the squeeze it, they could activate their Bloodrage Counter, turning themselves into frenzied beasts animated solely by the need to destroy the origin of their feral rage. Afterward, they'd die, but the strength they'd gain should be enough to deal with Xinzi—or so they hoped.

This time around, our monk didn't avoid the Eldest's charge, meeting the ancient beast with his arms spread wide. His claws slammed into Xinzi but failed to cause the tiniest ripple in his lustrous body.

'Is this how it ends? Master...thank you for giving me life. And sorry for not being able to protect...your legacy.'

The thousands of silk threads silk collapsed on the Eldest, wrapping around his neck, arms, thighs and wings, like unshakable shackles imposed by the Heavenly Dao. The Eldest closed his eyes. Xinzi pulled on the threads, and just like the Dragon Kings, this ancient beast got carved into hundreds of neatly cut meat chops.

Its blood rained, down, but the Swallowing Skill kicked in, pulling the blood and meat towards Xinzi. This time, our monk didn't incorporate anything, storing it all in his storage ring.

"AAAAAAARGH!" The 58 Ordained Dragons erupted with blood rage, charging at Xinzi faster than the Eldest himself. Our monk raised his arms, the silk threads unfurled, forming a blood-silk cocoon that sheltered Xinzi from the dragons' assault.

Relentlessly, they slammed, hacked and roared at the cocoon, but aside from throwing it from one place to the other, they didn't achieve squat.

Veins beat all across the Ordained Dragons' bodies. Still, they tried. Still, they failed, striking even as their Bloodrage Counter weakened.

"Ugh!" Some gasped for breath, and sensing the opportunity, Xinzi unfolded his threads—slicing off the 58 dragons' necks with one move.

Again, he didn't consume their bloodline, storing it all in his ring.

The Blood Cocoon broke here, revealing Xinzi, who despite his previous provocations, had no smile on his face.