What is your relationship with the Blood Moon

Faced with the oppressive aura of the approaching figure, Li Wentian let out a cold snort, his tiger-like frame radiating power as he immediately launched a counterattack.

Two invisible forces collided in midair.

Neither had thrown a punch, yet the shockwaves of their power took tangible form—rippling across the earth, churning up layers of stone and dust.

Yi Chengsheng glanced at Li Wentian, speaking from a haughty height.

"Li Wentian, even in death, you still meddle with the affairs of the living. Even the dead can't find peace, can they?"

Li Wentian’s eyes glimmered with cunning.

"You know me?"

"Using 'We' here? Ha! You really are addicted to playing emperor, aren’t you?"

"You seem to know me well, but I am from ten millennia ago. This proves that your Wilderness Ancient Realm is not truly cut off from the world—you’ve been gathering intelligence from beyond.

And you keep records on key individuals.

I am very curious: why do you do this?

Didn’t you betray humanity, monopolizing the Path to Immortality?

You should have hidden yourselves well—so why risk running to and fro?"

Yi Chengsheng sneered.

"Stop worrying about things beyond your concern. I’ll say this one last time: take your people and leave! Or else you may find yourselves unable to escape."

The Great Demon, with his fiery temper, could not tolerate such arrogance. He struck without hesitation.

"Five thousand years of wind and snow! The Immortal Path now lies before me! Anyone who stands in my way shall die!"

True to form, he recited a poem before his attack.

The Scholar of Blazing Wrath slapped out a palm strike, where surging malevolence condensed into a towering pillar of demonic flame, hurtling toward Yi Chengsheng at incredible speed. As it closed in, the energy morphed into nine-headed demonic dragons.

Each of the nine heads unleashed a distinct type of attack, overwhelming and awe-inspiring in their magnitude.

"So powerful!"

The Sword Master, observing from a distance, was deeply amazed.

After all, the Great Demon was already a dead man. He preserved his fragmented soul through a supreme immortal artifact and maintained his power through his own methods—brutal as they were. Objectively speaking, he was a true genius!

Yi Chengsheng dared not face such an attack directly. Several streaks of cold light shone on his body, and he instantly teleported aside.

"Rumble!!"

The Great Demon’s nine-headed dragon cataclysm struck the Sky Suspended City behind Yi Chengsheng.

The city’s defensive formation shattered instantly. The fortified metal walls behind it were destroyed on the spot. The residual force roared into the city, wreaking havoc—knocking people and horses around, causing countless casualties.

Hua Wuyan watched the bloodshed and sighed silently.

Li Wentian remained expressionless, silently raising his fist. He was observing his opponent, ready to make his move.

Yi Chengsheng roared in fury.

"Hua Wuyan! You struck first—so don’t blame us for retaliating! City Lords of the Four Directions! Come to my aid now!"

Four figures flashed into view from four different directions.

As they streaked across the sky, they left ripples in the fabric of space behind them.

These were the other four Martial Gods of the Wilderness Secret Realm, each serving as city lord of one of the four directional cities—East, South, West, and North.

All five city lords held equal status in the Wilderness Secret Realm.

Upon arrival, they also seized the high ground from a moral standpoint.

"Hua Wuyan! We attempted to settle the rightful claim to the Path to Immortality through low-ranked martial artists’ duels—but you allowed a demonic cultivator to murder! Do not blame us for striking back in self-defense!"

Before Hua Wuyan could respond, Chen Yi’s voice rose from the ground, piercing the heavens.

"Self-defense? How beautifully spoken. But before you fight back, could you first answer me one question?"

Yi Chengsheng scanned the ground and spotted Chen Yi walking at a leisurely pace.

“You’re just a mere Spirit Convergence stage cultivator—there’s no place for you to speak here!”

Chen Yi adjusted his own aura, restoring it to the Martial God stage.

“Is that enough now?”

Yi Chengsheng was somewhat dumbfounded.

The spiritual perception of a Martial God was extremely sharp. He had never encountered a situation where he misjudged another’s cultivation level, even when facing another Martial God.

“What do you want to ask?”

“What is your relationship with the Blood Moon?”

Chen Yi’s words were startling.

Hua Wuyan, Shen Yang, Great Demon, Li Wentian, and everyone else turned to look at him.

Li Wentian looked puzzled.

“Chen Yi, why do you say that?”

The four Martial Gods who had entered with Chen Yi were not from his era.

Their reactions upon hearing the name “Blood Moon” revealed something.

How long had the Blood Moon lurked in the shadows?

Yi Chengsheng exchanged glances with the other four city lords and let out a mocking laugh.

“Blood Moon? Never heard of it!”

Chen Yi pointed at the floating city in the sky.

“Everyone here practices something called ‘Rune Path.’ As far as I know, no one in the human world has mastered it, but I’ve seen the Blood Moon’s people use it.

So, what is your connection to the Blood Moon?

Is the real headquarters of the Blood Moon organization hidden in the Ancient Wasteland?

Or perhaps… you are the Blood Moon?”

Where had Chen Yi seen it before?

Remember the Fourth Simulation: How did Li Lingyue die?

The Blood Moon organization had sent assassins to kill Chen Yi and seize the Dao Supreme Artifact. First came ten Martial Kings, then two Martial Saints.

They all wore identical dark red light armor and black masks with a blood-red crescent moon emblem.

Li Lingyue fought them with the remnants of the Incense Path’s power. She killed ten Martial Kings and one Martial Saint, but the price was her own life.

Back then, whether it was Chen Yi, Li Lingyue, or even the pile of treasures in Chen Yi’s hands, they were constantly on the defensive.

Why? Because those Martial Kings and Martial Saints wielded those strange symbols, each with unpredictable abilities—including swiftly sealing the Dao Supreme Artifact, turning it into useless scrap metal.

When it came to matters of arcane knowledge, Shen Yang was the ultimate authority.

“Indeed, in this Ancient Wasteland Realm, the Rune Path is popular, yet it has never appeared in the outside world, and no one outside understands it.”

Great Demon snorted coldly.

“No—it has appeared!”

Shen Yang was curious.

“You’ve seen it?”

“When I was still alive, a few Blood Moon assassins tried to kill me. They used the same power back then. I barely escaped with my life!”

Now everyone understood.

Why was Great Demon, a figure of such immense status, so impulsive earlier, unleashing his ultimate move?

Because Great Demon also suspected these people could be part of the Blood Moon—the very organization that had once tried to assassinate him.

Was he lacking proof?

He was a demonic cultivator—since when did he need proof?

Simply suspecting you was proof enough!

Yi Chengsheng wore a mocking expression.

“That so-called Blood Moon of yours—they utilize ‘Divine Marks’—don’t lecture me about runes or strange symbols; this is called ‘Divine Marks.’

The Blood Moon uses Divine Marks, and we do too. So we’re supposed to be the Blood Moon?

Ridiculous!

Besides, what if we are the Blood Moon? What if we aren’t? Does it matter?”

Hua Wuyan usually maintained a kind and gentle demeanor, but at this moment, her voice carried an icy edge.

“The Blood Moon—an assassin organization. The world thinks they take contracts and kill for their employers.

But in truth, that is just a mask they wear to hide their true motives.

The Blood Moon doesn’t kill just anyone. They kill the brightest human prodigies!”

Either they are young prodigies of extraordinary talent who have yet to grow into their potential,

Or they are those who have already matured, with the strength to challenge the higher realms of martial arts.

Throughout the long ages, the Blood Moon has always existed, its origins so distant that they are beyond trace.

All I know is that when the Hall of the Human Sovereign still stood, the Blood Moon refrained from any action.

It was only after the Hall of the Human Sovereign crumbled that the Blood Moon’s movements grew increasingly relentless...