Chapter 2237: The Divine Domain of Destiny
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Zhang Ruochen had frightened Xue Tu badly. He was uneasy and full of fear for this trip to the Forest of No Return.
It was difficult for even a god to frighten a Supreme Saint to such an extent.
Zhang Ruochen only had hatred for Xue Tu. He had no good impression of him.
In the Sword Vault Palace battle, his senior brother Bao Lie had almost died at his hands. Even Zhang Ruochen himself had almost lost his life. It could be said that there was a great hatred. If Blood Empress had not taken Xue Tu as her disciple, Zhang Ruochen would not have let him off so easily.
However, Zhang Ruochen had just said those words to scare him.
A Supreme Saint could be killed, but not humiliated.
If Zhang Ruochen forced Xue Tu to such an extent, even if he had to die, he would never submit.
After Zhang Ruochen became a Supreme Saint, his mentality had changed even more. He wanted to try The Ways Of An Emperor Rules that Shangguan Que had once taught him.
“Where do you think you are going?”
Zhang Ruochen sensed that Xue Tu had quietly jumped off the Ten-winged Saint Ship. He smirked and disappeared from where he was and reappeared 100 kilometers away. Then, he grabbed the invisible Xue Tu and pulled him out.
The moment Xue Tu saw Zhang Ruochen, his Neverwither Supreme Saint physique trembled. He said desperately, “Senior Brother, letting a genius Supreme Saint sell his saint blood and organs in the Forest of No Return is a disgrace to the entire Bloodysky Clan. You have to think twice.”
Zhang Ruochen ignored him. His face was cold and dignified. He said, “What did I tell you? How dare you run away? You didn’t listen to me. Moyin, suck up half of his saint blood.”
The roots of Saint Devourer spread out from Zhang Ruochen’s back and wrapped around Xue Tu’s arms.
“I hope his Supreme Saint blood can help you breakthrough,” Zhang Ruochen said.
Xue Tu wanted to resist, but Zhang Ruochen pressed him down with one finger. He could not move and was trapped in space.
When Zhang Ruochen almost died, the Saint Devourer was also severely injured. It only woke up recently. After being nurtured by Zhang Ruochen’s demigod blood for decades, it finally recovered to its pinnacle state.
With Xue Tu as a new source of blood, Zhang Ruochen did not need to use his demigod blood anymore.
…
Wargod Bloodximius and Bloodlucius sat opposite each other in a mysterious bloody space.
The two gods were playing chess.
The chess pieces in their hands were not round black and white pieces, but human-shaped puppets. Some of the human-shaped puppets gave off the aura of a saint, while others gave off the aura of a powerful Supreme Saint.
Wargod Bloodximius said, “It looks like you didn’t place your pieces well. Be careful that you might destroy him.”
Bloodlucius said thoughtfully, “Since Xue Tu has the mark of Wargod Bloodflame, he has the potential to become a god. However, his state of mind has not reached the level of a god. It might not be a bad thing to let him follow Zhang Ruochen and refine his state of mind.”
Back then, Bloodlucius sent Xue Tu to Kunlun’s Battlefield of Merits because he had high hopes for him and used it to refine his state of mind.
Slam
Bloodlucious placed a chess piece and said, “It’s your turn!”
“The mind of a true god must be unyielding even after a hundred setbacks. But, if it were to be broken, wouldn’t your heartache?” Wargod Bloodximius said as he made a move.
“Being broken means that he doesn’t have the potential to become a god. What’s wrong with knowing the result earlier?”
Bloodlucius continued, “The cultivators of Infernal Court are becoming more and more arrogant and conceited. It’s not a good sign.”
“In the past myriad years, the number of new gods born in Infernal Court is no longer superior to the various worlds in Celestial Court. Perhaps, it’s because the state of mind of the younger generation is lacking in setbacks and tempering. Who knows how many peerless Supreme Saints with exceptional talent are unable to break through to become gods no matter what.
“The environment they grew up in was too peaceful!
“I think that we should speak up at this Celestial-Hunting Festival and suppress the younger generation in Infernal Court and rectify the unhealthy atmosphere. We should have the determination to win. We should never be arrogant and conceited.
“It’s time to temper them.”
…
After absorbing half of Xue Tu’s Supreme Saint blood, the Saint Devourer successfully transcended the Path-melding Tribulation and formed its Neverwither Saint physique. It broke through and became a Supreme Saint.
It transformed into Moyin’s figure. It was beautiful and had many halos of Saint Qi around it. Its powerful saint might fill the vast space.
“Thank you for the blood, master. It helped me breakthrough to become a Supreme Saint.” Moyin’s voice was soft and beautiful. Its eyes shone with blood.
Zhang Ruochen said, “You can thank junior brother Xue Tu.”
Xue Tu wanted to cry after hearing the phrase, junior brother.
‘How could he bully his junior brother like this?’ Xue Tu thought.
“Senior brother, we did have hatred in the past. Can’t we turn hostility into amity now that we are on the same side?” Xue Tu said.
Zhang Ruochen said, “You were born in Infernal Court, so you should know better than me that the strong prey on the weak. Only the weak would have hoped the strong would turn hostility into amity. If my cultivation is not as good as yours today, and I fall into your hands. How much of my Saint blood would you allow me to keep?”
Xue Tu had a thought after hearing that.
Yes, I have the mark of Wargod Bloodflame. As long as I cultivate hard, I might be able to surpass Zhang Ruochen. As long as I can endure until the day when I am stronger than him, will he still not be at my mercy?’
Xue Tu regained his strong confidence. He looked at Zhang Ruochen’s departing figure and revealed a vicious and cold smile.
Now, he could only bear the humiliation. When the Celestial-hunting festival came, his cultivation would have a big breakthrough.
“Moyin, keep an eye on junior brother Xue Tu. If he dares to run again, suck up the remaining half of his saint blood.”
Zhang Ruochen returned to the Ten-winged Saint Ship. He took out the Sundial and entered the state of cultivation.
The starry sky where Infernal Court was located was very vast. To reach the Forest of No Return, one needed to go through many wormholes, and the time spent on the road would be long.
At present, what Zhang Ruochen wanted to improve the most urgently was the Precepts.
Yan Wushen had already cultivated to the pinnacle of the Neverwilt realm, so he absolutely could not lag too far behind.
Zhang Ruochen activated the Sundial and cultivated it for four years.
Zhang Ruochen had 100 million more Precepts in his body. In total, there are more than 500 million.
“It seems that it’s not difficult to increase the number of Precepts to 800 million. But it doesn’t seem so easy to comprehend the Saintwill.”
So far, Zhang Ruochen had not even touched the threshold of the Saintwill.
If he wanted to break through to the advanced stage of the Neverwilt realm, he needs 800 million Precepts and Saintwill. Once he cultivated the Saintwill, Zhang Ruochen’s battle strength would improve greatly.
‘Since Yan Wushen has reached the pinnacle of the Neverwilt realm, he must have cultivated at least one billion Precepts. More importantly, how strong is the Saintwill he comprehended?’ Zhang Ruochen thought.
Zhang Ruochen could ignore any cultivator in the same realm, but Yan Wushen was an exception.
After spending on things with the 140 Godstones, there were five left. Zhang Ruochen was about to take out the Sevenstar Imperial Palace to study them.
There was a commotion outside.
“We’re here! Look, it’s the six-colored divine nebula in the Forest of No Return. It’s so spectacular!”
“I see three World Trees. The one in the middle is the World Tree of Destiny, right?”
…
Zhang Ruochen was curious about the Forest of No Return, which was the core of Infernal Court. He put away the Sevenstar Imperial Palace and walked out.
A large number of saint realm cultivators of the Bloodysky Clan gathered on the deck of the Saint Ship.
Zhang Ruochen looked over and saw a six-colored forest in the boundless starry sky.
The forest was not real. It was made of star fog and dust and it was about one-tenth of a light-year wide. It was more than a trillion miles long. Even a Supreme Saint could not fly through it.
There were also a large number of life stars floating in the six-colored forest. From Afar, they looked as small as marbles.
The most eye-catching ones were the three World Trees in the six-colored forest.
They were not real trees. Instead, they were similar to the Ashuran Planet. They had a rock structure and looked like three broad-leaved ancient trees.
Every leaf on the World Trees was a world. Each world was a country where countless cultivators lived.
Some of the countries had already evolved into divine kingdoms.
There was a huge leaf that had built three divine cities on the top of the three World Trees. They were known as the Divine Domain of Destiny, Fengdu, and Yama Boundless Realm.
The Ten-winged Saint Ship was flying towards the top of the World Tree of Destiny in the middle—the Divine Domain of Destiny.
The Ten-winged Saint Ship was flying on a special star path. Under the influence of divine power, it kept making space jumps. Each jump could cover billions of miles.
As he got closer to the World Tree of Destiny, Zhang Ruochen felt more and more pressure. The precepts of heaven and earth became more active. The ten golden wings hidden in his body seemed to be out of control and were about to rush out from his back.
After the fleet arrived at the Divine Domain of Destiny, everyone moved into an independent city area under the leadership of Supreme Saint Qingsheng.
“The area we are in now is called the Winterpage City. It was built 100,000 years ago by the Fane of Destiny and the Yanluo clan for the Celestial-hunting Festival. It is divided into hundreds of districts. The district where our Bloodysky Clan is stationed is called the Bingsi District.
“All the cultivators from the ten clans of Infernal Courts who participate in the Celestial-hunting Festival will enter the Winterpage City.”
“Everyone must remember that private fights are forbidden in the city district. Here, there are gods and Supreme Saint enforcers. Those who engage in private fights will be severely punished.”
“If there are personal grudges that you want to resolve, you can head to the Battle District.”
“If you want to buy cultivation items, you can go to the city of River Market District. There are saint shops set up by various prominent figures on both sides of the Saint River. Large-scale auctions are held every day. As long as you have enough Saint Stones, you can buy everything you want.”
“In addition, there is the Debate District, the Sword District…”
“There is still some time before the Celestial-hunting Festival. If you have time, you can walk around and broaden your horizons.”
Supreme Saint Qingsheng had talked a lot, but Zhang Ruochen’s mind had already drifted elsewhere.
‘The legendary Fane of Destiny should be in the Divine Domain of Destiny. Is the Power of Destiny so terrifying that it determines everything in the world?’ Zhang Ruochen thought. He closed his eyes and Huang Yanchen’s figure appeared in his mind unconsciously.
She turned around and turned into Pan Ruo’s face again.
It was hard not to think of her here.
Zhang Ruochen’s place of residence was arranged in the central area of the Bingsi District. It was called the Vastsea Manor. As soon as he walked into the manor, a large group of figures knelt on the ground. “Greetings, Supreme Saint Ruochen.”
Apart from the 18 Six-Tribulation Ghost Lords mentioned by Supreme Saint Qingsheng, there were also eight Saint King Realm Blood guards, hundreds of maids, butlers, and servants.
They were only staying for a month or two, yet they made such a big fuss.
“Get Up!”
After a pause, Zhang Ruochen pointed to Moyin who was standing next to him, and he said, “In the coming period, just tell Supreme Saint Moyin directly if you have anything to do. She will help me arrange everything. By the way, send a cultivator to find Xue Tu for me.”
Zhang Ruochen activated the Sundial by a lake in the Vastsea Manor and started cultivating again.
Xue Tu walked over and entered the Sundial’s range. His heart suddenly ached. He thought to himself, ‘Zhang Ruochen has a treasure of time like the Sundial. Do I have a chance to surpass him in my life?’
Zhang Ruochen stopped his cultivation and stood up. He walked to the pavilion and poured two cups of holy spring. He picked up one and handed it over.
Xue Tu was stunned. His eyes were filled with confusion. He took the holy spring in a daze and drank it slowly. After drinking it, he found that the Precepts in him had automatically increased by hundreds.
“This… This holy spring…”
Xue Tu only felt that he could not see through Zhang Ruochen at all. He did not know what he was trying to do.
Before coming to the Vastsea Manor, he had already prepared to run for his life again. He was afraid that Zhang Ruochen would take him to sell his blood and organs. For a Supreme Saint, it was more difficult to accept than death.
However, he drank a cup of the precious holy spring after he came along.
The psychological difference made him feel flattered.
Zhang Ruochen picked up another cup of holy spring and drank it slowly. He said, “How many Godstones can your five planets of fiefdom sell in the auction house?”
Xue Tu knew that he could not keep the fiefdom, so he did not feel so bad. He said, “100 Godstones probably.”
“So Little?” Zhang Ruochen frowned.
Xue Tu was speechless.
‘So Little?’ he thought.
100 Godstones were equivalent to 100 billion saint stones.
If he had not gotten the mark of the Wargod Bloodflame, broken through to the Supreme Saint realm, and received a fourth-level Planet of Life from his family, he would not have so much wealth.
“Fine! Place your fiefdom in the auction. It’s best if you sell it in two days and exchange it all for Godstones.”
Seeing that Xue Tu was not moving, Zhang Ruochen waved his hand and said, “Why are you still here?”
Xue Tu still could not believe that Zhang Ruochen would let him go so easily. He asked in a low voice, “Senior brother, don’t you have any other orders?”
Zhang Ruochen looked over and said, “Don’t worry about working for me. If you do well enough, I can consider giving you more time to pay off the huge debt you owe me.”
“Okay, I’ll do it right away. I’ll make sure it’s done properly.”
Xue Tu was overjoyed. Like a knife hanging above his head, he has temporarily moved away and left happily.
Zhang Ruochen held the jade cup and watched Xue Tu leave. He thought to himself, ‘This is the first time I’ve challenged a Supreme Saint. It seems to be working. However, it’s still far from convincing him to obey me.’
Suddenly, a cold voice came from the pavilion behind him. “I’ve never seen a Supreme Saint so excited after being forced to auction off his fiefdom. Zhang Ruochen, your methods are brilliant!”
There was a strong sense of irony in her tone.
Zhang Ruochen turned around and saw Lord Xia Yu’s beautiful figure sitting inside.
She made herself at home. She lifted the jade pot, raised her snow-white chin, and poured the holy spring into her red lips. Such a bold thing was done by her. It was full of beauty.
Zhang Ruochen had an idea. Suddenly, he felt that he might be able to challenge a higher difficulty.
If he could make Lord Xia Yu obedient, he would have no issue controlling others.
“I thought that our relationship should be like fire and water, with no possibility of detente. I did not expect that you would come to visit me. It just so happens that I have something important to discuss with you.”
Zhang Ruochen was indifferent. He did not mention that Lord Xia Yu drank the holy spring without permission.
Lord Xia Yu raised her wrist and put the jade pot back on the table. She glared at Zhang Ruochen and snorted, “I’m not here to repair our relationship. Someone sent an invitation to you.”
With that, an invitation flew out of her sleeve.
