Red Heart Patrols the Sky

But a mere messenger insect has limited capacity.

He also had to conserve his strength—enduring while Tiger Taisui rampaged, waiting while Xiong Sansi writhed in agony, and only relaxing after branding the lotus upon Lingxihua and turning the Spirit Clan into Moroughna.

At the very least, he still had three chances to strike, to lay down a few more arrangements for himself in the Shenxiao World.

His capture of the changes in the flower-shaped carvings on the cliff wall came from the eyesight of a Heavenly Demon.

As for that unknown conversation upon the Long River of Time, he chose not to speculate too much.

Picking Tiger Taisui’s fruit to complete the Eight Divisions of ghosts and gods—the Black Lotus Temple had already secured enough benefits in the Shenxiao World. As for the earliest target, the Knowledge and Hearing Bell...

Though he did not know how Jiang Wang had shaken off Quan Yingyang’s pursuit to rush over here, nor why he would inexplicably loose an empty sword strike toward the Long River of Time... was this not precisely the right moment?

The attitude of Xuan South Duke, who Manipulates The Gods, was extremely important at this time. Of course, he himself stood here representing the Black Lotus Temple, while Ancient Nan Mountain had been completely knocked out of the game—the advantage was still obvious.

Besides... though Quan Yingyang had the ugly battle record of letting God Arrives slip away, he was, after all, a True Monster. With only three chances to act, he too required vigilance.

As he was turning the situation over in his mind, the flower-shaped carved marks on the cliff-face at that moment filled up with faint glimmers of light.

Limited by the messenger insect’s power, he could not sustain Heavenly Demon eyesight, and Night Bodhisattva only now suddenly realized that these faint, scattered motes of light were connected to that Spider Family girl who was already dead!

Or, more precisely, connected to that Spider Family girl’s Peak Divine Power.

Lan Yin Drifting Fruit!

That was the Divine Skills remnant Zhu Xuan had intended to collect, but had never had the chance to.

Pale glimmers overflowed the flower-shaped marks, and thus the carving bloomed.

On that cliff wall, a three-budded, shared-stem flower actually grew forth, divided into three colors—yellow, red, and white!

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Before the carved stone bloomed.

Feeling that doubtful glance cast by the deer Young Master of the Divine Fragrance Flower Sea, Quan Yingyang truly grew flustered with shame and rage. He shouted fiercely at Jiang Wang: "I drove you back to confess your crimes and submit to punishment, yet you still dare act wildly! A man knows not death, therefore his gall grows boundless, is it?!"

His body like a great roc spreading its wings, he dove straight for the mountain platform.

The art of language, brought to such a pitch!

His movements were faster than his voice.

Jiang Wang had every reason to suspect that this bastard intended to silence him, to kill him and block his tongue.

But who was Jiang Wang?

To say he was bold to the point of defying the heavens was not wrong.

Otherwise, he would not have dared draw his sword against Yu Zhen and Yuan Xi.

They’re all damn well about to kill him, these Demon clan fiends—how could he possibly cower and play nice with them?!

When it came to life and death, Demon Kings could be slain, True Monsters could be fought. No matter if you are a Demon Emperor Ancestor—whoever he could drag down, he would drag; if he could cut a single hair, he would take that single hair.

In the very first instant that his attempt to seek a path via the Knowledge and Hearing Bell fell through, before his dazed feeling had even dispersed, his body had already reacted ahead of his mind—he twisted his step, turned his torso, and Longing thrust straight into the Divine King Body not far away!

That Divine King Body, with a golden-lacquered puppet as its flesh and Divine Power golden fluid as its raiment, actually let out a howl of pain; cracks of light exploded all over its surface, as Divine Power poured out madly.

The delicate Divine Body balance that Xuan South Duke had painstakingly constructed was shattered in an instant!

This was a Divine King Body with the potential to bear the Supreme Revered Deity’s position; the specific structural details of this body had to be mastered by Yu Zhen Ancestor, who had once Transcended. With Xuan South Duke alone, it would be impossible to forge a Revered Deity’s flesh. His efforts lay more in extending Emperor Yuan Xi’s arrangements, condensing the Sea of Ten Thousand Gods’ accumulation over tens of thousands of years into a subtle equilibrium, awaiting Yu Zhen Ancestor’s descent—precisely because of this, collapse was possible at any time, so he could not allow himself a moment’s distraction.

It was beyond imagining that before Yu Zhen Ancestor’s Spiritual nature returned to unify this body, and before there was time to select a Divine Position from the Ancient Imperial City’s God Enthronement Platform for a temporary investiture, it first suffered a sword from Jiang Wang.

In that instant, The Gods upon the God Enthronement Platform glared in wrath, but constrained by the Formation, found it hard to act. Or rather, Xuan South Duke ultimately refused to let the Divine King Body, shaped by tens of thousands of years of arrangement, be ruined just like that. On one hand, he split his Thought to sit in the Divine King Body, desperately patching the Divine Body’s fissures. On the other, he gathered The Gods’ Divine Will, grasped the waterfall-like Divine Power, and in an instant condensed it into a Guardian Divine General of dazzling golden light!

Though it was only the image of a Furry God, though it was casually condensed, though he could not devote his full mind to battle, driving this body to deal with one Godly cultivator should still be no problem.

The Guardian Divine General held a golden gourd hammer in its hand; in the very instant it took shape, it had already slammed into Jiang Wang’s chest, shattering his protective Tianfu light and his Xuantian Liu Li Skill, and collapsing his breastbone.

A Daqi golden-gourd Samurai receives a golden gourd hammer.

His five viscera and six entrails were all crushed; his front breastbone plastered against his back spine!

The Heavenly Demon and God Arrives stood on completely different planes in their understanding of battle; there was simply no room to react.

Yet under the support of the Immortal Jade Pearl, Jiang Wang’s injuries healed in the midst of his backward flight in an instant; he even let out rolling thunder: "Quan Great True Monster of Zhaoyun Peak! If the skill in your hands matched that of your mouth, Someone Jiang wouldn’t have been able to fly all the way over here!"

As he exposed Quan Yingyang’s old shame, he twisted in midair and lunged toward Quan Yingyang: "Dare you challenge me one-on-one?!"

He was at least familiar with Quan Yingyang’s Power; as for Yan Dao’s level, there was no way to grasp it. Let alone that a Guardian Divine General had just been condensed on the spur of the moment—even if it were only a straw man holding a drifting tuft of down, he would not dare draw near!

Had the Guardian Divine General manipulated by Xuan South Duke not struck, Quan Yingyang’s blow would have reached him as well. Caught unawares, he actually let Jiang Wang seize the chance to speak. Quan Yingyang felt his face lose all luster; new hatred and old grudges surged up, and he shouted with bloodshot eyes: "No one is to interfere—within three moves I will surely kill this wretch!"

Whether he truly let his rage turn his head, or was coveting the Knowledge and Hearing Bell and the Eternal Youth Spring, he actually dared to issue commands to Xuan South Duke and Night Bodhisattva.