Chapter 2360 - A Sudden Turn of Events
Chapter 2360 A Sudden Turn of Events
The strange mark on Yan Wushen’s forehead emitted an extremely dim light, causing the Buddha aura and precepts of heaven and earth to continuously gather towards him.
At the same time, the nearly four billion Precepts in his body surged out and formed a materialized Infernal world.
The cold wind whistled, and tens of thousands of ghosts wailed.
In that Infernal world, Blood Suns were hanging in the sky, tens of thousands of tombstones, divine coffins floating, and white skeletons marching. When Zhang Ruochen and Yan Wushen first fought in Luoshui, he was forced to use the Sundial to resolve this powerful attack.
Now, Yan Wushen’s cultivation was many times higher than it was back then, and he had developed the Yama Naraka again. Its formation had suppressed Zhang Ruochen to a certain extent.
‘He has already cultivated four billion Precepts, 400 million more than me.’ Zhang Ruochen thought as he was a little surprised. He didn’t know what Yan Wushen’s opportunity was, how he could have improved so much.
“A mere Yama Naraka can’t suppress me,” said Que.
In front, Que let out a long whistle.
Kagemaru was like a white rainbow piercing the sun. It flew into the sky and clashed with the Infernal world.
One sword split into eight swords, then sixty-four swords, evolving into five hundred and twelve swords.
TO
Finally, ten thousand swords flew together.
“If I was at my peak, I would only need one sword to break his Yama Naraka.”
Que used all his power to tear Yama Naraka apart with ten thousand swords, turning them into wisps of ghastly ghost mist. At the same time, he spat out blood and suffered the backlash from all the power in his body.
Pfft
Zhang Ruochen’s thirty-six Dimensional Swords combined into one and hit Que’s chest.
Que’s hands formed sword fingers and controlled the ten thousand swords to block his chest. The dense sword light was like sparks on water, colliding fiercely with the Dimensional Swords.
Bang Bang
The ten thousand swords shattered.
The Dimensional Swords pierced through Que’s chest with crushing power and flew out of his back.
The impact of the sword sent Que’s body flying backward. He crashed into a golden mountain and created a deep pit on the cliff.
Zhang Ruochen didn’t give him time to catch his breath. He flew to the top of the golden mountain. His left foot burst out with earth-shaking divine power and pressed down heavily.
The golden mountain was more than 3,000 meters high. Its geological structure was compact and even more stable than a mountain made of gold.
Boom
The mountain sank under the foot of the Yanshen’s Leg. A large amount of soil and rocks melted.
A moment later, the golden mountain disappeared. There was only a divine flame fire domain and a golden lava lake below.
Zhang Ruochen spread the ten wings on his back and controlled his body to balance. His spiritual power locked onto Que’s Qi fluctuation. He secretly mobilized his Saint Qi and injected it into the Violet Gourd to activate the Supreme Inscription.
Yan Wushen arrived not far away. His gaze was solemn. The strength of Zhang Ruochen’s leg astounded him.
The strange mark between his brows flashed with dark light again. He didn’t know if he wanted to activate Yama Naraka again or the Bridge of Vaitarna.
Zhang Ruochen glanced at Yan Wushen from the corner of his eyes. He was on guard.
CRASH!
Que turned into a black light beam, broke through the golden lava, and flew into the air.
His injuries became more serious. His skin was charred black by the divine flame. He no longer had the heroic bearing of number one on the list of the Great Perfection stage of the Hundred-Shackle Realm. He was no longer human, and blood kept gushing out of the wounds on his body.
Que looked at Zhang Ruochen with his eyes and waved his right hand.
“Zhang Ruochen, here is the Emperor Grade Saintwill Pill,” said Que.
A ball of bright light flew to Zhang Ruochen at an extremely fast speed.
11
Zhang Ruochen was worried that there was a trap. He used the Power of Dimension contained in the Profound Spatial Dimension to neutralize the impact of the light fog, causing it to slowly stop in front of him.
Upon closer inspection, it was indeed the Emperor Grade Saintwill Pill in the light fog.
Although Zhang Ruochen was extremely excited, he did not lose his mind. He quickly understood.
This was a delaying tactic and a diversion.
Que was very clear that the Emperor Grade Saintwill Pill was a hot potato. It was the root cause of the siege.
Even if Que ingested the Emperor Grade Saintwill Pill right now, he would almost certainly be captured by the Yanluo Clan, thrown into the pill furnace, and refined into a pill once more.
Hiding in the Yanluo Clan’s home planet was a brilliant strategy.
Unfortunately, Zhang Ruochen and Yan Wushen’s cultivation had far exceeded his expectations. They were the two biggest variables in his defeat today.
At that moment, the Emperor Grade Saintwill Pill could not be kept. Que could only give it away.
The keeper of the pill could only be Zhang Ruochen.
This was because even if Zhang Ruochen received the Emperor Grade Saintwill Pill, he would not refine it immediately. Instead, he would save it and further enhance his Grade Three Saintwill.
‘I’ll leave it with you for now. When I recover, I’ll take it back myself,’ Que thought.
Of course, Zhang Ruochen knew that if he took the Emperor Grade Saintwill Pill, he would be attacked from all sides and end up like Que. But he still reached out and took the Emperor Grade Saintwill Pill without hesitation.
“The path I’m taking now is too difficult. I can’t do it without the Emperor Grade Saintwill Pill.’ Zhang Ruochen thought.
Zhang Ruochen took the Emperor Grade Saintwill Pill. Without thinking, he rushed to the exit of this world at his fastest speed.
Ahead.
Specks of light scattered in the air.
The specks of light were nine-colored and formed a small vortex.
A blood-red sword flew out of the nine-colored vortex. It dragged a dozens-meter-long tail and slammed into Zhang Ruochen’s chest.
“Sword of Asura!” Zhang Ruochen exclaimed.
Zhang Ruochen’s pupils contracted. He was both surprised and shocked.
Zhang Ruochen thought, ‘Who was controlling the Sword of Asura?
‘Was it the sword spirit or Lan Ying?’
Not to mention Zhang Ruochen, even Yan Wushen and Que were shocked.
The speed and power of the Sword of Asura were extremely powerful. Moreover, it was very precise in timing. It had been hidden perfectly.
The sword attack contained profound sword comprehension and rushed toward Zhang Ruochen’s weakest point.
How could the sword spirit do it?
At that critical moment, it was too late to use any means. However, Zhang Ruochen had used three moves in a row to resolve the crisis of death.
The first move was to use the power of the Profound Spatial Dimension to perform Dimensional Freeze instantly.
The second move was to rapidly shrink his body.
The third move was to bend the ten wings on his back and wrap his body inside, turning it into a golden ball the size of a marble. With the strength of the golden wings and the power of the Progenitor’s blood vein, this move was always effective in the face of sudden danger.
BANG!
The Sword of Asura seemed to break through the layer of paper, piercing through the frozen space. The tip of the sword hit the golden ball with astonishing accuracy.
The golden ball was covered in blood streaks. It turned into a streak of golden light and flew backward.
The golden ball hit the ground and stirred up a thick layer of dust.
Zhang Ruochen’s figure reappeared in the dust. All ten golden wings on his back were pierced through and golden blood flowed out. A bloody hole appeared on his back. The Qi of Slaughter invaded his body.
As Zhang Ruochen mobilized the Divine Purification Flame to refine the Qi of Slaughter, he released his spiritual power to guard against Que, Yan Wushen, and the Sword of Asura.
Zhang Ruochen smiled bitterly. He understood Que’s previous situation. Being attacked by a group of freakishly strong geniuses was indeed a huge pressure.
More importantly, these freakishly strong geniuses couldn’t die no matter how they fought.
Just like Lan Ying, he seemed to have survived the fatal attack.
Wisps of colorful light mist rushed out from the Sword of Asura and condensed into the figure of Lan Ying.
Lan Ying stood on the sword with his bare feet and said, “Don’t look at me with such strange eyes. You are not qualified to kill me.”
“Did you swallow the sword spirit and become one with the Sword of Asura?” Yan Wushen said with a smile as if he was deep in thought.
Lan Ying glanced at him coldly, “You don’t know how great the Sword of Asura is. It’s just that after it was reforged, it couldn’t give birth to a sword spirit. That’s why it remained at the level of a Supreme Artifact and couldn’t advance any further.
“I ascended Mount Asura and became its sword spirit. That’s why I was able to take it away.
“In the future, it and I will both step on the peak of gods and Divine Artifacts.
“Que, if you want to nurture a Divine Artifact, why wouldn’t I want to nurture a Divine Artifact as well?”
Lan Ying wasn’t a human, nor was he a living being or a dead spirit. He was a Spirit of Slaughter nurtured by the Qi of Slaughter on the ancient battlefield.
Because of that, Lan Ying could become the sword spirit of the Sword of Asura.
The Qi of Slaughter and the sword spirit could exist at the same time.
A trace of disdain could be seen in Que’s eyes as he looked up, he said, “We are different. My future has unlimited possibilities. And your future will definitely be restricted by the Sword of Asura. When you decide to take control of the Sword of Asura and become its sword spirit, the so-called Divine Fetus is already dead!”
The Light of Slaughter on the Sword of Asura surged unceasingly, showing how intense the emotional fluctuations of Lan Ying were.
Just as Lan Ying was about to activate the Sword of Asura and attack Que, a loud laugh came from the direction of the golden world’s exit. “Why hasn’t your battle ended yet? Looks like I’m early!”
Yan Huangtu put his hands behind his back and strode forward, dragon shadows weaving around his body.
The Eight Sons of Life and Death followed closely behind Yan Huangtu and lined up in a row. The Yama Qi on the eight of them intertwined and complemented each other. The burst of power was much stronger than that of Yan Huangtu.
Zhang Ruochen’s expression didn’t change, but he looked toward the exit of the golden world. His eyes shone with a deep light.
Yan Huangtu glanced at Que, Lan Ying, and Zhang Ruochen one by one. He smiled. Everything was planned.
“All three of you seem to be seriously injured. Who has the Emperor Grade Saintwill Pill? Hand it over immediately!” Yan Huangtu’s tone was strong, and his eyes were sharp.
Before the other three could speak, Zhang Ruochen pointed at Yan Wushen and said, “Yan Wushen has already taken the Emperor Grade Saintwill Pill.”
“That’s right. I gave it to him personally,” Que said.
Standing on the Sword of Asura, Lan Ying could clearly see the situation, he said coldly, “Yan Wushen’s cultivation speed is too fast. Even I underestimated him. I didn’t expect him to become the final winner. In my opinion, Yan Huangtu, you are no longer his match. He is the number one powerhouse of the Yanluo Clan.”
The three of them knew very well that to break the dominance of the Yanluo Clan, they could only divide and alienate them.
They were all top geniuses. They didn’t believe that Yan Huangtu wasn’t jealous of Yan Wushen’s talent at all? He didn’t care about being surpassed by Yan Wushen?
Even if he wasn’t jealous, he didn’t care. The cultivators of the Yanluo clan would probably have many discussions.
Besides, did Yan Huangtu really not want the Emperor Grade Saintwill Pill?
Yan Huangtu might be able to surpass Yan Wushen and become the number one person in the Yanluo clan if he swallowed the Emperor Grade Saintwill Pill. Such a temptation is not for everyone.
Yan Huangtu’s gaze swept over the four people. At least, he couldn’t find any flaws in Zhang Ruochen, Que, and Lan Ying. Finally, his gaze fell on Yan Wushen.
Yan Wushen stared deeply at Zhang Ruochen and said, “Using an Emperor Grade Saintwill Pill to test the will of the Yanluo cultivators is probably the wrong idea.”
“Brother Wushen, what do you mean?” Zhang Ruochen asked curiously.
Yan Wushen’s breath in and out deeply. He obviously didn’t expect Zhang Ruochen to be so shameless and ruthless.
Yan Wushen stared at Yan Huangtu and The Eight Sons of Life and Death and said, “The Emperor Grade Saintwill Pill is with Zhang Ruochen. Forget it. Whether it’s with him or not, we have to kill all three of them. They’re all heavily injured. There’s no better chance than this.”
One of The Eight Sons of Life and Death looked like a scholar. He asked in a puzzled tone, “Why do we have to kill all of them?”
“Yes! What if we can’t find the Emperor Grade Saintwill Pill after killing them?” Another one of The Eight Sons of Life and Death said.
Yan Wushen’s eyelids shrank. “What do you mean? Do you really doubt that I have the Emperor Grade Saintwill Pill? So what if I do have the Emperor Grade Saintwill Pill? Are you qualified to take it?”
Yan Huangtu’s gaze turned cold as he stared at the two people who had just spoken, he said, “The Emperor Grade Saintwill Pill should have been given to Wushen to swallow. If it was really on him, how could he lie? The two of you should stop spouting nonsense and let outsiders see you as a joke.”
Yan Huangtu’s words seemed to be reprimanding the two Supreme Saints at the Great Perfection stage of the Hundred-Shackle Realm. However, Yan Wushen thought he heard an alternate meaning and his heart sank slightly.
Maybe Yan Huangtu didn’t care about the title of the number one powerhouse of the Yanluo clan before, but he did care about it after being called too many times.
Maybe Yan Huangtu didn’t envy Yan Wushen’s talent before, but he would always change his mind when compared with others.
“Will he be dissatisfied with me taking away the opportunity of our clan’s home planet?”
This thought flashed through Yan Wushen’s mind. He laughed and said, “My cousin knows me well. Today, I have to keep the three of them. Leave Zhang Ruochen to me. You can split the other two.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Wushen put his hands together. His body emitted two lights, one extremely bright and the other extremely dark. The powerful and chaotic Yama Naraka Qi gushed out from under his feet and turned into a sea of Qi that was bright and dark.
“Nothing can be done on the Bridge of Vaitarna and the flowers bloom on the other shore.”
Rumble
The air churned, the space vibrated, and the whole world shook violently.
An ancient stone bridge rushed out from between Yan Wushen’s eyebrows.
The stone bridge was only a few hundred feet long, but it dominated the landscape for a thousand miles. Many secret patterns resurrected on the bridge and formed Path Locks that resembled chains, all of which fell on Zhang Ruochen’s body.