"The Blood Well is at the Heavenly Venerable Level. In terms of combat power, it might be weaker, but once it opens its eyes, it shakes the heavens and the earth with the same essence as any other Heavenly Venerable. If you awaken the Blood Well, you're likely to become a sinner across the world."

The Calamity Celestial God once again advised Zhou Xuan to abandon such an inhumane plan as "awakening the Blood Well."

"What if I change the location to awaken the Blood Well?"

"..."

"Awakening the Blood Well in the human world, it will cause massive slaughter, whether it's ordinary people, disciples of Tangkou, or even the nine incense sticks in the human world.

But what if I awaken the Blood Well above the heavenly dome,

Won't the Blood Well only slaughter the God-level beings of the heavenly dome?"

The God of Suffering was speechless for a moment,

When a person is speechless, they can't help but laugh, and so did the Heavenly God.

He couldn't help laughing heartily: "Could you actually be a genius?"

Zhou Xuan's approach is similar to using the central brain to record the Mirror Awakening Technique of the Kongming Mirror.

He wants to use the central brain to intimidate Zoroastrianism at some crucial time.

And now, upon learning that the Blood Well is a Heavenly Venerable, and every awakening of a Heavenly Venerable brings infinite calamities, he conceived of using the Blood Well to intimidate the Heavenly Vault God Level.

"Jing Country is about to enter the era of intimidation."

Not only did Zhou Xuan find this method feasible, but even the Calamity Celestial God thought this approach was quite domineering.

"But among the Heavenly Vault God Level, there are quite a few old foxes. Especially Gong Zheng, who hasn't fallen for two thousand years; deceiving them might not be easy."

"How can you call it deception? I truly intend to awaken the Blood Well."

"..." The God of Suffering felt Zhou Xuan was too mad.

What kind of education has produced such a madman?

"That's it for now. Gong Zheng won't return my divine status, playing dead above the heavenly dome, so let him keep pretending."

Zhou Xuan said this and then Day Tripped back into his own body.

The God of Suffering watched Zhou Xuan's departing figure with deep concern—among the twenty-four divine beings, most are inherently evil seeds, people who have lost their humanity.

And Zhou Xuan is an utter madman.

When a madman pairs with an evil seed, great turmoil is inevitable.

While he worried,

He suddenly felt his Heavenly God's Fire grow more vigorous, as if a large amount of wish power had become the fuel for his fire.

"What's going on?"

He manipulated the firelight to illuminate the source of the wish power, seeing dozens of Mingxi Watermen worshipping him devoutly.

"Thank the Heavenly God for guiding the position of the sunken corpses, sparing us from perishing in the pit of water."

In the Chenmu Sky Pit, Si Yuer used the Map of Sunken Corpse Position left by Zhou Xuan and rescued those floating corpses using the Five Elements Escape Skill.

Her sudden "display of might" led the Watermen to speculate—could it be the God of Suffering's guidance that allowed Si Yuer to recover so many sunken corpses smoothly?

So they spontaneously began to pray to the God of Suffering.

"Damn, I owe Zhou Xuan a favor again."

The God of Suffering knew the truth of the matter, and now he owed Zhou Xuan another personal favor, adding another mark in bright red.

"I guess I'll have to get involved today."

The God of Suffering thought he should also contribute some effort.

...

After Day Tripping back into his body, Zhou Xuan didn't speak with the others and directly entered the Secret Realm.

In the Black Water of the Secret Realm lay Peng Hou's corpse.

Zhou Xuan kept Peng Hou's body from being consumed by the Blood Well for one purpose only: to see if Miss Qiang could restore Peng Hou's memory and reveal the true nature of the Heavenly Vault God Level.

But after a few days, it seemed Miss Qiang's efforts were futile,

So Zhou Xuan had to give up.

And just as he needed the well to exert great power, he decided to use this body as a sacrifice for the Blood Well.

In the Black Water, Zhou Xuan gestured at Peng Hou's corpse, and the body promptly floated in the air like a kite without a string, moving alongside Zhou Xuan's steps.

At this moment, Zhou Xuan crossed the Black Water and entered the crimson moon, walking on the red water surface, and after reaching the City God Taoist Temple, he called out, "Well, come to feast on the sacrifice."

The door of the Taoist Temple opened.

Zhou Xuan led Peng Hou's body into the temple.

"Well, I know you've craved Peng Hou's corpse for a long time. I've brought him today, so don't be shy, eat up."

With a flick of his finger, Peng Hou's body crashed onto the temple floor.

Many Blood Well eyes on the temple walls blinked greedily and crazily.

The flesh on Peng Hou's body disappeared chunk by chunk, piece by piece.

Zhou Xuan chuckled heartily, "Eat more, eat more. Once you're done, do me a favor and awaken above the heavenly dome."

"Pah! Pah! Pah!"

Sounds of "spitting out food" emerged from within the Taoist Temple.

Zhou Xuan looked closely and found that not only was Peng Hou's flesh not decreasing, it was somehow increasing.

"No spitting! Keep eating."

Zhou Xuan chided.

Not a single eye was greedy for the sacrifice anymore; each eye lost its gleam and looked as clear as young people seeking work in Mingjiang Prefecture.

"Did I make too grand a wish, and now you're afraid to eat without a sacrifice?"

Zhou Xuan grimaced with a bitter smile.

It seemed the Blood Well was quite reasonable; even if it refused to consume sacrifices, it wouldn't heed Zhou Xuan's wish to "awaken."

"I'm not asking you to truly awaken, just to intimidate those God-level beings up in the sky. But a pure bluff won't work; you've got to show some real presence."

Tens of thousands of eyes converged into a single, enormous eye.

It cast a "questioning" glance at Zhou Xuan, as if asking him: "Are you serious?"

"Of course! If you all truly revive, who knows how many would die. After killing those in the sky, who knows if you'd come after those on earth. I can't bear the blame of ending the world either."

Within his madness, Zhou Xuan showed a flash of sanity.

The large eye formed by convergence dared to resume consuming the sacrifice only with Zhou Xuan's assurance.

But this meal was clearly not as ravenous as before, eating a bite then glancing at Zhou Xuan, fearful he would make another "crazy" wish.

"Relax and eat well. I'm not someone who goes back on their word... Right, if the acting doesn't intimidate the God-level beings, how about truly awakening then?"

"Pah! Pah! Pah!"

"Just messing with you, eat up, eat up. I'm leaving for now; I have big things to do later. Don't learn from 'Gong Zheng' and play dead, alright?"

"Oh, this sacrifice, does it count as eight incense sticks or nine?"

Peng Hou, at the God-level, differed from the Heavenly Official and Ghost hand. The other two relied on Daoists to descend, while Peng Hou showed his true self from start to finish.

But Peng Hou used to be nine incense sticks, and after the battle with Peng Sheng and the Tree Clan, he was knocked down a level to only eight incense sticks.

So whether he counted as eight incense sticks or nine was somewhat controversial.

After Zhou Xuan asked, snow floated down in the temple, outlining the two words "eight, nine."

Let it be a middle ground, aiming for nine.

"Alright, the sacrifice goes on the account. Next time I need it, don't skimp on my cut."

Chuckling, Zhou Xuan waved goodbye, letting the Blood Well continue its meal undisturbed, as he left the Secret Realm.

Once out of the Secret Realm,

Zhou Xuan donned a crazed expression—the show today was for "Gong Zheng," an old guy who's been around for two thousand years, with empty cores like the center of an eyebrow.

To deceive someone of such caliber requires utmost sincerity, and to authentically show some means with the Blood Well.

Unless forced to believe "Gong Zheng," this play won't be performed well.

So, Zhou Xuan didn't tell the truth to everyone; instead, he said, near to madness, "The God-level beings up there are like crows in one nest, making life in the Jing Country intolerable; in my view, let's just flip the table."

"What do you mean?" The Painter, whose incense fire level was much higher than Zhou Xuan's, felt goosebumps rise all over his body at this remark.

Out of fear.

"Revive the Blood Well and smash the twenty-four Divine Countries above the heavenly dome."

Zhou Xuan raised his hand, pointing to a drifting white cloud above the heavenly dome with his fingertip…

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