"Kaka Kaka!" Mo Wuji could clearly hear the sound of his domain being torn apart and the rules of the space he was in shattering.

A deathly aura pressed down, and Mo Wuji was certain that this was the dark-red faced man's ultimate move. The dark-red faced man was already so powerful even without a divine position. If this guy obtained a cosmic dao rule, wouldn't he become another Luo Xu?

The rolling river of blood seemed to freeze the entire space, making it solidify. Even though Mo Wuji was only a dozen meters away from that purple dao rule, those dozen meters were like an insurmountable chasm. Every inch forward was an immense struggle.

"Puff!" A cloud of blood mist exploded. Mo Wuji's late-stage Saint Physique training was torn open by an invisible blood spear dao rhythm.

The raging river of blood surged violently, seemingly poised to completely tear apart all of Mo Wuji's protective layers along that bloodied opening and engulf him within.

Mo Wuji remained outwardly calm, but deep down, he understood better than anyone that if he continued to ignore the dark-red faced man who had fused with the river of blood and spear, he would not only fail to obtain the cosmic dao rule today but might even suffer serious injuries or risk his life.

The dark-red faced man, transformed into a rolling river of blood, unleashed even more ferocious spatial blood-colored waves with his blood river dao rule, turning them into rolling deathly energy that devoured Mo Wuji. He refused to believe that he, relying on his countless years of burning Yin-Nether Blood River, merging himself with the blood river spear, couldn't stop a mere ant.

The dark-red faced man finally breathed a sigh of relief the moment Mo Wuji's flesh was torn.

In truth, he had been in shock all along. He couldn't believe that his powerful dao rhythm, fused with the blood river rules and spear's killing intent, couldn't tear apart Mo Wuji's flesh and bones. Fortunately, when he continued to frantically burn his blood river dao rhythm, causing the surging blood river to roll completely and engulf this space, his blood spear dao rhythm finally broke through Mo Wuji's skin.

As long as he tore through Mo Wuji's skin and saw blood, the rampaging blood river waves would devour Mo Wuji in one fell swoop, and even a Saint wouldn't be able to stop it.

As expected, when his killing intent-filled blood spear tore through Mo Wuji's skin and exploded with a cloud of blood mist, he finally saw Mo Wuji stop.

Strike when your enemy is weak! The dark-red faced man had long made up his mind. Even if he had to retreat and cultivate for countless years to recover, he would destroy Mo Wuji in one go. With his experience, how could he give Mo Wuji another chance to rise again?

The instant Mo Wuji stopped, the river of blood surged madly by hundreds of thousands of feet. Billions of blood-colored spears surged out from the rolling blood waves. At this moment, any life blocking these billions of blood-colored spears would be mercilessly devoured.

Mo Wuji didn't look at the surging river of blood or even the oncoming billions of blood-colored spears. At this moment, his own dao rules were also churning, and the clear and perfect Mortal Dao rules almost formed a tangible dao rhythm radiance around him. He closed his eyes amidst this dao rhythm radiance and slowly waved his hand.

This was the only divine ability he had never used before: the Time Divine Ability, Time Ripple.

Or perhaps it couldn't be said that he had never used it. In the past, when he used the Time Divine Ability, he only used the superficial aspects of time rules for spatial imprisonment.

Now, as a Quasi-Saint of the ninth level, and having basically perfected his own Mortal Realm rules, the Time Divine Ability could finally be unleashed.

Time stagnated, space solidified...

In this instant, everything stopped flowing. In this instant, the time rules of the universe were frozen, and all the billions of dao rules under the time rules ceased to function.

Including the surging river of blood that had grown to millions of feet and the billions of blood-colored spears that had been unleashed, they all came to a halt...

In an instant, a fleeting moment became eternity.

If there was anything still moving in this space, it was Mo Wuji. After everything stopped, he had already stepped beside the purple dao rule and grasped it.

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Mo Wuji's hand trembled. The surrounding space came back to life, the stagnation was only an interlude, and eternity vanished.

Mo Wuji knew very well that the reason he spurted out blood was not because of this cosmic rule, but because he couldn't control the time rules.

His Time Ripple was only a superficial understanding. Forcing the reversal of time and causing it to stagnate had exceeded his limits.

"Time Rules!" The dark-red faced man was shocked. The rolling river of blood suddenly fell, the billions of blood spears dissipated, but the river of blood once again swept towards Mo Wuji.

Mo Wuji didn't care about the falling river of blood at all. With a wave of his hand, boundless aura of rules swept out, and he directly pulled the purple dao rule into his Mortal Realm.

He couldn't even place a restriction on this purple dao rule. He was certain that if he delayed for even a single breath, this dao rule would once again be caught in the struggle with the dark-red faced man.

The instant Mo Wuji took away the dao rule, the rolling river of blood suddenly paused again. This time, it wasn't because of Mo Wuji's Time Divine Ability, but because the dark-red faced man knew that if he wanted to snatch this cosmic dao rule again, he would have to fight Mo Wuji to the death. After fighting Mo Wuji to this point, how could he not know that Mo Wuji wasn't afraid of him at all?

A dark-red figure clearly appeared in front of Mo Wuji, a dark-red face, dark-red hair, dark-red skin...

"Who exactly are you?" The dark-red man tightly gripped the blood spear in his hand, staring coldly at Mo Wuji, the killing intent around him stirring up gusts of whistling sound.

This time, he didn't act rashly. He had seen Mo Wuji's methods, which were definitely not weaker than his. Being able to snatch the purple dao rule from here without using any magical treasures meant that his methods weren't just not weaker, but slightly stronger than his.

"You're really a Saint?" Mo Wuji's dao rhythm swirled around him, and the injuries on his body disappeared without a trace.

He believed that this dark-red faced man wasn't lying to him. At least, he had never seen such a powerful Quasi-Saint.

The dark-red faced man saw that Mo Wuji was so powerful, yet didn't seem to recognize him. He was puzzled. Could this guy be a reincarnation of some divine position expert?

"This Saint is Mi Ji, but I'm different from those Saint with divine positions you know. This Saint doesn't have a divine position." The dark-red faced man's tone softened slightly.

Mo Wuji didn't care about whether he had a divine position or not. He had seen plenty of those with divine positions, and none of them were much stronger than him.

"So you know Luo Xu? Can you tell me how many of the Eight Great Saints are still alive?" Mo Wuji asked indifferently.

Mi Ji sneered coldly, not answering Mo Wuji's question at all, but instead said, "Fellow Daoist just obtained a dao rule. That dao rule is very useful to me, and Fellow Daoist's dao rhythm is solid, so you don't need external dao rules at all. As long as Fellow Daoist can give me that dao rule, name your conditions."

"Not interested." As Mo Wuji spoke, he was about to step out.

Seeing that Mo Wuji was about to leave, Mi Ji quickly said again, "This Fellow Daoist, I wonder if you know about the Cosmic Saint Dao Assembly?"

Mo Wuji stopped and looked at Mi Ji in confusion. "What is the Cosmic Saint Dao Assembly?"

"The Cosmic Saint Dao Assembly is where the most powerful experts in the universe gather to discuss the Dao and trade the most top-grade items. In the Saint Dao Assembly, there's nothing you can't see, only things you can't imagine. If Fellow Daoist is interested in attending, I can invite you to go with me then, and Fellow Daoist will naturally know." A smile was forced onto Mi Ji's dark-red face, making him look extremely awkward.

After saying this, Mi Ji seemed worried that Mo Wuji would hesitate, so he added, "I saw that Fellow Daoist was using time laws just now, right? I think Fellow Daoist's time laws are only at a superficial level. I met someone at the Saint Dao Assembly last time who possessed the Cosmic Time Law Origin Dao Scroll, but his asking price was too high, and we couldn't afford it."

How could Mo Wuji not know Mi Ji's intentions? He was worried that he would take the cosmic dao rule away, so he was trying everything possible to maintain some contact with him, hoping to seize the opportunity to take back the cosmic dao rule.

It was a fool's dream to try to take back something that had fallen into his hands. However, he was somewhat interested in this Cosmic Saint Dao Assembly, mainly because his Darkwood still lacked several types of origin beads. Another reason was that he really wanted to see the Time Law Origin Dao Scroll.

Mi Ji was cunning and experienced. He could tell from Mo Wuji's expression that Mo Wuji was hesitating. He unhesitatingly took out a communication bead and threw it to Mo Wuji, saying, "This Fellow Daoist, how about we exchange communication beads? When the Saint Dao Assembly starts, I'll contact you."

"Alright." This time, Mo Wuji didn't hesitate and directly took out a communication bead and threw it to Mi Ji.

He was now a Quasi-Saint of the ninth level. After this matter was over, he would definitely go into closed-door cultivation to break through to the Quasi-Saint tenth level, or even a higher realm. At the same time, he had obtained the Chaos Iron Mother. As long as he reforged the Chaos Iron Mother into a magical treasure, he would be qualified to talk to any Saint.

Since he had the strength, he could go to the Cosmic Saint Dao Assembly and ask about the Annihilation Calamity.

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