God Emperor

Under constant barrage from Zhang Ruochen and the monster ape, Master Shenhai’s injury began to worsen. His reaction time was gradually getting slower.

“I won’t be able to take it for long if the attack continues. I can’t believe that somebody like Zhang Ruochen is so difficult to deal with. It’s no surprise that Master Qingmu and Master Zuxin have fallen under his hand.”

With a stern look, Master Shenhai thought quickly and came up with a plan. While resisting the attacks of the monster ape and the thunderbolts, he rushed toward Zhang Ruochen.

If he could kill just Zhang Ruochen, the crisis would be resolved.

When only three steps were left between them, Zhang Ruochen still remained seated with his legs crossed, apparently without any intention of standing up.

“Go to hell.”

Master Shenhai whirled his Half-Saint Staff, mustered all his strength, and drove it down toowards Zhang Ruochen’s head.

This was the much-awaited opportunity.

Zhang Ruochen reached out his right hand quickly and stretched a finger toward Master Shenhai. He said, “Space Vortex.”

The space in front of Master Shenhai opened and turned into a chaotic malestrom, which swallowed first the Half-Saint Staff in his hands, and then ripped his head from his shoulders.

At such close range, Master Shenhai did not stand a chance.

The Space Crack shut, and everything calmed down. Only a headless body remained, which soon toppled backward.

The monster ape howled and rushed toward Master Shenhai’s body, wanting to smash it into pieces.

“Stop,” ordered Zhang Ruochen.

He stood up.

Just then, a green haze of strong wood nature exuded from Master Shenhai’s belly.

The plants around the haze grew at a surprising speed. Shoots sprouted quickly to waist height.

“This is… is this Qi of Origin of the Five Elements Primitive World?”

Zhang Ruochen was a knowledgeable person who had read countless books, which enabled to generate this speculation.

Every world has its own Qi of Origin.

The Inferior, Medium, and Superior Primitive Worlds, and even the Kunlun’s Field all had their own Qi of Origin.

The bigger and more stable the world was, the stronger its Qi of Origin.

When it became powerful enough to produce spiritual intelligence and turned into the “Spirit of the World,” it, in turn, could affect everything in that world.

As for the mortals, Qi of Origin is the Creator, and the Heavenly Way. It was blessings, causality, fate, and unseen morality.

Every different Qi of Origin determinsed the rules of the world.

The Qi of Origin in the Five Elements Primitive World was agglomerated by five powers: gold, wood, water, fire, and earth.

The five Spirit Treasures of the Five Elements Primitive World were the Golden Ganoderma Lucidum, the Black Glazed Spinel, the Purple Cloud-patterned Eaglewood, the Source of Spiritual Fire, the Bloody Saint-cultivating Soil. They came into being by the absorption of the five kinds of Qi of Origin.

Master Shenhai possessed the Wood Spirit’s Qi of Origin of the Five Elements Primitive World, which was one of the five fortunes of the Five Elements Primitive World.

After a few tests, Zhang Ruochen determined that the green haze was part of Qi of Origin of the Five Elements Primitive World.

“I suppose that Master Shenhai had just obtained it and had not completely tamed the Wood Spirit. Otherwise, he would have used the power of the Five Elements Primitive World and killed me easily.”

Master Shenhai was really unfortunate. Had Kunlun’s Saint of the Five Elements Primitive World not found him, and Zhang Ruochen not killed him, he would have gained the advantage of Qi of Origin and become a Half-Saint, and thus, a legend of the Five Elements Primitive World.

If so, he would have been the “Son of Origin” of the Five Elements Primitive World and the “God-Chosen Emperor,” which would have allowed him to command all the living creatures in the Five Elements Primitive World.

Of course, it was too late to say these things now.

“Since it is the Qi of Origin of the Five Elements Primitive World, once I refine it, I can improve my Martial Soul enough to achieve the Half-Saint level.”

Zhang Ruochen could not conceal his excitement and walked carefully toward the green haze. He opened his hands and activated his Genuine Qi, preparing himself to capture the Qi of Origin of the Wood Spirit.

“Swoosh!”

The Wood Spirit trembled violently and shot a brilliant green bolt toward Zhang Ruochen.

It just looked like a beam of light, but to Zhang Ruochen, it was like the whole world was crashing down on him to crush his martial soul.

Zhang Ruochen’s head was in dire pain. His eyes turned pitch black. It was the kind of pain which destroyed someone’s will to live.

The Qi of Origin was not always kind toward human beings in its own world, let alone towards an outsider like Zhang Ruchen.

It felt that Zhang Ruochen wanted to suppress it. Sensing his animosity, it launched a counter attack.

Even though it was from Inferior Primitive World, Zhang Ruochen’s current cultivation was not strong enough to tame it.

When Zhang Ruochen’s martial soul had nearly been smashed by the Wood Spirit, the Yin Yang Wooden Map suddenly flew out of Zhang Ruochen’s eyebrows and started to suppress the Qi of Origin of the Wood Spirit.

The Wood Spirit seemed to be astonished. It rushed below the earth and intended to flee.

“Swoosh!”

The Yin Yang Wooden Map emitted a glaring light which looked like a dimensional gateway. It suppressed the Wood Spirit and kept it within itself.

Subsequently, the Yin Yang Wooden Map flew toward Zhang Ruochen, ascending in front of his sight.

Zhang Ruchen reached out and took the Yin Yang Wooden Map into his hand.

“It has the ability to seal the Wood Spirit’s Qi of Origin of the Five Elements Primitive World into it. This scroll is definitely something!”

Zhang Ruochen was not happy, but he remained dignified. He placed the scroll on the ground, spread it out, and observed carefully.

The scroll was painted magnificently with the Catalogue of the Reckless Wasteland. The scroll was painted with a lofty mountain, a treacherous ancient river, and a steep cliff. An ancient tree towered in the middle of the painting.

According to Blackie, the tree in the middle was the Sacred Prime Tree.

Each line on the scroll was an inscription, including the Inscriptions of Ice, Power, Space, and so on. The scroll had countless of them.

After the Yin Yang Wooden Map had absorbed the Qi of Origin of the Wood Spirit, it appeared calm, just like an ordinary painted scroll.

“How is this possible? The scroll remains unchanged after absorbing the Qi of Origin of the Wood Spirit.”

Zhang Ruochen frowned. He could not understand. He pressed his palm to the surface of the scroll and infused his Genuine Qi into it.

The scroll slowly absorbed Genuine Qi.

The Sacred Prime Tree in the scroll seemed to come alive, and its leaves swayed and rustled gently. A few leaves even appeared to emerge from the scroll.

A brief moment passed, but it was like a few months had passed for Zhang Ruochen.

Zhang Ruochen immediately withdrew his palm and gasped. He was sweaty. The Genuine Qi in his Qi Pool had all been consumed.

He felt weak. Zhang Ruochen’s sight went dark and he almost passed out.

Zhang Ruochen immediately meditated on the “Scripture of Emperor Ming’s Empyrean.” After about half an hour, he finally recovered one tenth of his Genuine Qi and eased his spirit. Then he opened his eyes.

“You’re finally awake!”

Chang Qiqi’s face loomed large as she took a close look at Zhang Ruochen. She was relieved when she saw Zhang Ruochen open his eyes. She was excited and smiling.

Huang Yanchen rushed up from afar. She glared at him with her beautiful eyes, and with an unpleasant tone she said, “Zhang Ruochen, what are you pondering and why have you sat motionless for more than ten days?”

“More than ten days?”

Zhang Ruochen glanced at the Yin Yang Wooden Map on the ground and looked puzzled.

How could it have been more than ten days?

He clearly remembered just a brief moment passing, or maybe a few months had passed already…

To him it was just a brief moment, yet the time passed very slowly. It had definitely not been ten days.

How strange!

Maybe he had unconciously entered the internal space of the Yin Yang Wooden Map.

Zhang Ruochen’s mind was in turmoil. He was unsure what he had gone through. If Blackie was there, maybe his uncertainty could be answered.

Suddenly, Zhang Ruochen humphed. He was surprised to discover that his spiritual power had improved massively. He had broken through to the 41st level.

After spiritual power reached the fortieth level, each level became ten times more difficult to reach. Every level improved was certainly a decisive leap.

Once a warrior’s spiritual power reached the forty-fifth level, he could be called the “Half-Saint of Spiritual Power.” By using Spiritual Powers, one could compete with the Half-Saint, or even kill him.

An improvement from the fortieth level to the forty-first level was considerable progress.

“The increase of my spiritual power is definitely related to the Universal Holy Wood.”

Zhang Ruochen was excited and if his Genuine Qi had recovered, he would certainly infuse it into the Yin Yang Wooden Map, allowing him to return to the mysterious state he was just in.

Controlling the emotions in his heart, Zhang Ruochen collected the Yin Yang Wooden Map and looked around at the three people who was standing next to him. He asked, “When did all of you come here?”

Huang Yanchen said, “My eldest brother, Elder Brother Chang and I returned to Fengling City. We waited for a day, yet you did not appear. We were worried that you had encountered a tragedy, so we came back to Darksplitting Mountain.”

Si Xingkong said, “We have stayed here for more than ten days. The third round of the test is just one month away, and many students have gone to the entrance of the Primitive World. Since you are wide awake, I’ll just signal the warship to come here and take us to the Primitive World’s entrance. Then, we can return to Myriad Chaos Mountain.”