I'm Actually a Cultivation Bigshot Chapter 708: Abandoned by the Gods and Elites

Chapter 708: Abandoned by the Gods and Elites

The blood-red energy was still expanding in the fifth dimension. The planets were destroyed one by one as the blood-red energy washed over them.
"Just a little bit more and my blood-light will cover the entire fifth dimension!" The master of the Blood Clan erupted with a sinister laugh.
He was like a lump of blood that could change its form and appearance as he pleased. At this moment, his whole face was covered with fangs and a gaping maw.
"Behold, a blood ritual of the entire dimension! Nothing like this has ever been done before." His voice echoed across the entire fifth dimension, causing despair to rise in countless beings' hearts.
Instantly, the blood-river thrashed around more violently and the blood-clouds surged up into the sky. They had transformed into terrifying monsters and were devouring everything in their paths. The clouds transformed into an ocean and swept down on the planet, looking like an endless river of blood. Every planet in its path was devoured by it.
Back at the fifth dimension's God's Domain, the eyes of the trapped beings were filled with panic and helplessness and their faces were red from the bloody sky's reflection. No matter where they turned, they would instantly be pelted with liquid blood.
Countless screams from children, beasts, and birds could be heard all around.
"Someone, please save us!"
"Protect us, gods!"
"Where are the gods when you need them?"
"Aren't the Elites in God's Domain? Tianmen Elite, Xiaoyao Elite, Mingdao Elite, Zhenmo Elite…" Countless people started chanting the Elites' names in hopes of awakening them.
However, not only did they fail to get a response, but the blood-river above them turned into countless bloody tentacles that were reaching out to the crowd. In an instant, millions of beings were penetrated by the tentacles!
Those beings shuddered and the meridians all over their bodies bulged up, making it visible under their skin as their blood was being rapidly drained away. Their blood seeped out of their pores and floated in front of them before transforming into blood creatures. Then, the blood creatures and the blood tentacles continued their massacre in God's Domain.
"No, please, spare my kids!"
"This is the end of the fifth dimension. This bloody devil wants to kill us all!"
"Where are you all? Skysun Sect, Warrior God Temple, Sermon Pavilion…"
"Stop shouting for us! We're here but our cultivation's too weak to go against them. We'll be turned into dust as well!"
"The Elites won't come out and all the Gods are retreating. We've been abandoned!"
"Is there no one that can save us?"
Wailing sounds came from every corner of the fifth dimension. As each second passed, hundreds of millions of beings were annihilated. The terrible aura of death enveloped them all and the fifth dimension descended into a state of gloom. The blood-ocean was nearing the ground and countless despairing eyes could only stay still as they stared in horror.
Suddenly, a giant hand shot out from the ground and pierced through the blood-ocean like a pillar holding up the sky. This hand contained the aura of Wisdom and a potent Power of Wisdom flowed out from it, forming an invisible barrier against the blood-ocean.
Everyone's eyes widened when they saw the hand holding up the sky. They became excited when they started to think they might make it out alive after all.
A black-haired young man rushed out of a mountain. He was wearing armor and holding an anti-cavalry sword. With his hair flying, he pointed at the sky while he scolded, "As a cultivator, I'll slay all the demons and monsters between heaven and earth in the name of righteousness. The Elites who colluded and turned a blind eye against evil aren't worthy to be called cultivators! It's a shame how they're not putting their powers to good use!"
Unsurprisingly, no response came from the sky.
The black-haired young man smiled bitterly and looked at the master of the Blood Clan. "Evil demon, I've come to suppress you."
He then charged toward the master of the Blood Clan like a black tornado. He raised his anti-cavalry sword high and a terrifying sword light began to gather before it was released in one fell swoop, cutting the blood-ocean in two. Without pausing at all, he cast another sword light against the master of the Blood Clan.
He knew he was not his match and yet, he had put all that he had—mana, blood, and Primordial Spirit—into this one attack, hoping that the master of the Blood Clan would go down with him.
Terrifying energy washed over everything. Even the blood-river on the ground was swept up. This one attack maxed out the Power of Wisdom in the surroundings, and with the infinite aura of Wisdom swirling around, it had already surpassed the power of a first-step Wisdom Elite.
"Fool!" Mosha smiled coldly. With the flick of his wrist, the Devil Sword was in his hand. He then flew toward the sword light. He looked so insignificant compared to the giant incoming sword light. However, with a slight swing of his sword, the sword light was completely neutralized by the Devil Sword.
A mouthful of blood spurted out from the black-haired young man's mouth. His eyes were bloodshot as he looked at the sky with deep resentment. He wept and said, "Is this really the end of the fifth dimension?"
Several blood-colored tentacles rose from the ground, restrained the black-haired man, and suspended him mid-air.
"You want to be a hero? Don't overestimate yourself!" The master of the Blood Clan looked at the black-haired man with a bloodthirsty expression on his face. He then smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'll make sure your blood doesn't go to waste since you've so graciously served yourself up on a platter to me. Besides, the blood of an Elite means that the blood creature made from it would be stronger!"
The bloody tentacles began to draw the blood of the black-haired man. Blood began to leak from his pores. Drops of blood were suspended in the air as they started to condense. The giant hand that had originally supported the sky collapsed and the sea of bloody clouds continued to descend.
"Ah! My…my body!" Someone started screaming. Their bodies swelled suddenly as the blood in their bodies began to course through their veins so quickly that it became boiling hot. Just a moment later, their bodies began to smoke. Their bodies were red and the heat of their blood almost cooked their bodies! Finally, somebody exploded, spraying a fine mist of blood everywhere.
"No, No!"
"Ah! It hurts so much! Someone, please kill me!"
"Charge! We'll fight them to the death!"
"We've been abandoned by the gods and Elites! Hahaha, we're done for!"
"You fake gods and fake Elites! I regret ever worshiping you! You're the biggest devil of them all!"
Countless beings roared in anger and died in pain.
Suddenly, a sigh echoed through the air and the void became stagnant, freezing the sea of blood-colored clouds. The world was silent. The blood-colored tentacles that tied up the black-haired man exploded and all blood-colored scene receded.
A skinny old man was walking slowly in the sky. There was nothing extraordinary about him and he seemed as if he was just a normal old man taking a stroll in the park.
"The fifth dimension's end is near and you all still choose not to come out? What's the point of keeping all of you around then?" he said huskily. The responses from the Elites were swift.
"Second-step Wisdom Elite! The fifth dimension has a hidden second-step Wisdom Elite!"
"So, the rumors of an unparalleled fighter trapped in an extremely cold place are true!"
"But his aura's weakening as we speak and he seems to be on the brink of death. He must've received a fatal wound!"
One after another, the Wisdom Elites came out, looking astonished.
Among them, a middle-aged man in a white robe walked over to the old man and addressed him, "Teacher."
This one word stunned all the Wisdom Elites and they looked at the two with wide eyes and opened jaws.
"He...he's the teacher of Warrior God?" This was the first they had ever heard of this.
As the name implied, Warrior God was the God of war. It would be difficult to find anyone in the entire fifth dimension who could win in a fight against him. Only he and the master of the Blood Clan had reached the realm of second-step Wisdom Elite, meaning to say that the old man must be even more powerful than Warrior God to be his teacher.
The old man looked at the white-robed man in front of him indifferently and said, "You looked on while the Blood Clan wreaked havoc in the fifth dimension, is this what I have taught you?"
"Please, understand that my only goal's to be the ultimate fighter in all dimensions," said Warrior God calmly.
"The dimensions gave birth to us and our purpose in life is to protect it. A catastrophe will descend if all the Origins of the seven dimensions are thrown into a state of chaos," said the old man. His voice remained steady and impassive as if he was not talking about something horrifying at all.
"Nothing will happen to me as long as I'm powerful enough," said Warrior God with a smile.
"You'll never be powerful enough. Far from it," said the old man, not surprised at his answer at all.
"Have you come out of your isolation to stop me?" asked Warrior God.
The old man sighed and said, "You're the child I chose from the catastrophe. I thought you would've seen the cruelty that comes with catastrophes, and that you'd have the compassion to know the meaning of being a guardian. I never thought that you'd be this indifferent and numbed by catastrophe."
"It's natural for one to be numb after witnessing so many deaths. Teacher, you've experienced more than me, and yet, you still can't see past this. It shows that you're inferior to me," said Warrior God with a smile.
The old man just stared silently at Warrior God. In the entire seven dimensions, how many people could resist the temptation of the Origins? How many Elites had since entered the third dimension after it was destroyed to look for its Origins? Human greed was the biggest catastrophe, after all. It pushed people to do things without thinking about the consequences.
"As long as I'm here, no one will get their hands on the fifth dimension's Origins!" said the old man.
"Teacher, you're hanging by a thread. Please, don't force me to kill you!" said Warrior God.
"Warrior God, you must kill your teacher!" said the master of the Blood Clan mockingly. "He was the one who saved the fifth dimension from the last catastrophe and I'm sure he's somehow related to the Origins. Killing him will greatly increase the chances of drawing out the fifth dimension's Origins!"
"You've even accounted for this old man in your plan?" Mosha smiled faintly. He spread his wings and in a blink of an eye, he appeared behind the old man, blocking his escape route.
Warrior God shone with golden light and said indifferently, "Teacher, I owe all that I know to you. Please, use your life to help me one last time!"
It was three against one—Mosha, the master of the Blood Clan, and Warrior God against the old man. However, his expression remained calm. In fact, he had not shown much emotion ever since he appeared in the sky.
Within his withered body, a terrifying force was roaring and awakening and the invisible pressure enveloped everyone, causing Warrior God's heart to sink slightly.
"Demon Incarceration Punch!" shouted Warrior God, taking the first strike. The vast divine light was overflowing, converging with endless Wisdom, forming a black vortex in the center—a vortex that could suppress everything in the world.
The punch kicked up a strong wind and coupled with a rainbow light, it was truly a majestic sight to behold! Under the influence of Mosha, an attack that was meant to suppress demons had been transformed into an attack used to suppress one's own teacher.
At the same time, Mosha had made a move, too. In his hand, the Devil Sword was surging with weird black light as it absorbed all the surrounding energy. Then, it slashed the back of the old man's neck!
They were all aiming to kill him and had used their cruelest and most powerful attacks. Apart from the two of them, the other Wisdom Elites had also cast their attacks. They were only first-step Wisdom Elites and were no match for the old man but with Mosha and Warrior God leading the attack, they were sure they could deal heavy damage to the old man.
A wave of terrifyingly great power charged at the old man. This power was close to the limit to what the dimension could bear. The time and space around the old man were distorted as if they were constantly annihilated and reborn.
The old man was in the center of great destruction and yet, the light of mana in his body still did not manifest. He simply raised his hand and on his wrist was a golden cuff. In an instant, the golden cuff burst with incomparable brilliance, like a sun rising. Its brilliance exploded in all four directions.
The punch attack of Warrior God was immediately annihilated, and Mosha's Devil Sword screamed and trembled. Every one of the attacks was neutralized just like that. Not only that, Warrior God and Mosha both felt their bodies and Primordial Spirits tearing apart when the light shone on them.
"This is the power of Origins! How did you get your hands on an Origins Ultimate Treasure?!"
"Ah! The light's hurting my eyes! What kind of light is this? Stop it!"
"What ultimate spell is this? No! I'm dying!"
"Quick! Fall back!"
It was a destructive force that even the Wisdom Elites could not neutralize. The bodies of Warrior God and Mosha, who were both second-step Wisdom Elites, were instantly wiped out for they were the closest to the golden cuff.
However, their Origins of Life remained intact and they came back to life in a burst of brilliant light. Immediately, they escaped into the distance. As for the other Wisdom Elites, they all suffered heavy losses. Five of them exploded on the spot and their Origins of Life were wiped out!
The surviving Wisdom Elites looked at the old man in fear, but at the same time, endless greed emerged in their eyes. 'The power of Origins is so strong! We must get our hands on it!'
However, the old man cast another burst of light without pausing and it swept toward them mercilessly. His time was running out and he had to suppress everything as fast as possible. After that, how things turned out would depend on the luck of the fifth dimension.
Those Wisdom Elites were filled with fear and fled frantically. "Don't come near me! Go away!"