Among the Yanluo Clan, “Yan” was the number one surname. It represented the noblest bloodline and had the strongest inheritance.
However, those with the Yan surname were divided into two lines of descent and thirteen gods.
The so-called two lineages were known as the Yan Family of Yama and the Yan Family of Trayastrimsa.
The thirteen gods referred to the other thirteen Yan Families that had given birth to gods. Because they lived in different places to cultivate and their ancestors had different inheritances, they became thirteen relatively independent forces.
Although their strength was far from that of the two-line of descent, they had many clansmen and became an important part of the Yan Family.
The Yan Family of Yama was the strongest. From a certain point of view, they were the representatives of the entire Yan Family. The vast majority of the elites with the Yan surname who were active in the Infernal Court came from this family.
Yan Wushen, Yan Huangtu, Yan Zhexian, Ancient God of Knowledge, as well as the past clan leaders of the Yanluo Clan were all from the Yan Family of Yama.
However, since the recent Yuanhui period, the Yan Family had come up with the third line of descent.
The reason for this was that after the Yanluo Clan’s last clan leader, Yan Huanyu, went missing a hundred thousand years ago, the majority of his clansmen were stationed in the Abyss of Darkness, attempting to rescue Huanyu, who might have been trapped in the Abyss of Darkness.
At that point, the Yan Family of Yama was split into two.
After 100,000 years, this part of the Yan Family members had been vaguely separated and was called the Yan Family of Abyss.
Of course, the Yan Family of Abyss and the Yan Family of Yama were of the same bloodline. Their relationship was extremely deep. At least in the eyes of all the cultivators in the entire Infernal Court, they were still of the same bloodline.
Yan Wushen was born from the Yan Family of Abyss.
Yan Chu was an old man who looked to be in his sixties or seventies. His appearance was ordinary. He wore a white scarf on his head and held a foot-long tobacco pipe in his hand. He stood on a giant ship that was 90 meters tall and breathed out clouds and smoke.
He had lived for 25,000 years and was one of the strongest elites under the god of the Yan Family of Abyss.
Yan Chu could completely run amok in the world and settle all matters if the god could not interfere with the secular world. It was precisely for this reason that Wu Qingzong dispatched him. They needed to ensure Yan Wushen’s safety.
Even Fukurokuju could see that Yan Wushen was in danger. He bestowed the marriage between Yan Wushen and Pan Ruo and used the influence of the Fane of Destiny to intimidate the Yan Family of Yama. He did not wish for this Yuanhui-level genius to become the strongest in Infernal Court in the future, and die in the aftermath of the conflict between the previous generation of the Yan Family.
How could Wu Qingzong not see this?
After the Celestial-Hunting Festival ended, Yan Wushen had lost his final value. It was time for him to die. In the current generation of the Yanluo Clan, it was enough to have Yan Huangtu alone.
Puff
Yan Chu looked at the rolling river and exhaled a smoke ring.
He was waiting for the Yan Family of Yama to make a move.
The Yan Family of Yama would not be willing to see Yan Wushen marry Pan Ruo. If that happened, Yan Wushen would have two backers, Fukurokuju and Skywrath.
The one who killed Yan Wushen would definitely not be a god.
If a god made a move, it would be the same as breaking the rules that everyone had silently set. At that time, the Infernal Court would not be as calm as it was now.
Every move of a god would set off huge waves.
The conflict between cultivators beneath the divinity was like a raging undercurrent. Even though there were fierce clashes, it was still calm and peaceful on the surface.
Whether it was the Fane of Destiny, the Fane of Darkness, or the leaders of the ten clans, they were all trying their best to maintain this calm. At the very least, before they destroyed all the worlds in the Celestial Court, the Infernal Court couldn’t be turned upside down.
What should come will come eventually. Who will make a move? The demigod Yan Yu? The dark walker Yan Xuelai? Or maybe it’s Lady Fu Xiang?’ Yan Chu’s thoughts were in a daze, and many figures appeared in his mind.
Each figure had a mysterious charm. They represented a peerless elite.
At this moment, Yan Chu felt powerful killing intent. Waves more than 30 meters high rose from the blood-red river and swept toward the giant ship.
“Yan Wushen, didn’t you want to fight with me?”
…
“This battle will determine victory and defeat, as well as life and death.”
Zhang Ruochen’s voice turned into waves of sound waves and surged over.
Yan Chu’s old eyes shrank in shock and showed an incredulous expression. He said, “I see, I see. They actually want to use Zhang Ruochen’s hand to openly kill. I should have thought of it earlier.”
Creak
One of the cabin doors of the giant ship opened. Yan Wushen’s imposing figure stepped out and looked at the blood mist surging with murderous intent in the night sky.
Yan Wushen said, “Zhang Ruochen has never been a real lecher. But in the Battlefield of Celestial-Hunting, Yan Zhexian is pregnant with his child.”
“A beauty trap?” Yan Chu asked.
Yan Wushen shook his head, he said, “If a beauty trap can take down Zhang Ruochen, then I don’t need to see him as my lifelong enemy. I believe that the Yan Family of Yama has made some kind of agreement with Zhang Ruochen and promised him something. Zhang Ruochen needed their support if he wanted to gain a foothold in the Infernal Court world. Zhang Ruochen’s situation in the Infernal Court world is more difficult than mine.”
Yan Chu said, “Since Zhang Ruochen is the blade of the Yan Family of Yama, we don’t need to care about him. Let’s go to the Fortune Palace first. As long as you marry Pan Ruo, you have two powerful figures behind you, Fukurokuju and Skywrath.”
Yan Wushen shook his head, “Fighting with Zhang Ruochen has always been my obsession,” he said. “If I retreat without a fight today, my obsession will be even deeper. I’m afraid it will affect my cultivation of the Thousand-Koan Realm and the Banshi Isshou Realm, not to mention not being able to cultivate the Six Paths of Reincarnation.
“Fight! Whether it’s Zhang Ruochen or the Yan Family of Yama, I’ll kill any enemy that stands in my way.
“Fight! I’ve been trapped in the Saint King realm for hundreds of years. I’ve accumulated a lot. Why should I be afraid of Zhang Ruochen?
“Fight! Zhang Ruochen came with a purpose. His intent isn’t pure and fell to mediocrity.
“Fight! I’ll kill him today. Only when my Path is perfect can I combine the six paths into one.”
The four words “Fight” raised Yan Wushen’s momentum to the peak. The space seemed to freeze and the world was extremely quiet.
Yan Wushen had a fantastic figure. In the wind, his long hair fluttered. He laughed and exclaimed, “Good! This battle should have happened a long time ago! I will raise your son, Kunlun, as my own after you die.”
After returning from the third Dark Star, Yan Wushen’s cultivation had improved greatly.
However, Yan Wushen didn’t have any confidence that he could defeat Zhang Ruochen.
In the face of a life-and-death battle, Zhang Ruochen took it very seriously. He came with all his treasures. How could Yan Wushen not take it seriously?
He said those words to mess up Zhang Ruochen’s heart.
“After you die, I will raise your son, Kunlun, as my own.” In other words, if Yan Wushen dies, so does Kunlun.
Zhang Ruochen was not affected by Yan Wushen’s words at all. He was not worried about Chi Kunlun’s safety at all.
The battle between him and Yan Wushen was not a personal grudge. It was a fair and square battle.
If the Yanluo clan killed Yan Wushen’s disciple Chi Kunlun as a result of this, they would be mocked by all cultivators around the world, and they would also face the Xue Jue Family’s vengeance.
The reputation of the supreme clan was more important than their lives.
How could they do such a shameless thing?
“Stop talking nonsense. Let’s fight,” said Zhang Ruochen.
The Blood Qi under Zhang Ruochen’s feet condensed into strange patterns, like tadpoles and earthworms, which triggered the precepts of heaven and earth. The power of heaven and earth turned into lightning and struck the giant ship in all directions.
Yan Wushen punched out a black fist shadow that was bigger than the giant ship. It shattered all the surging lightning and laid it on the Blood River.
Lightning flashed on the surface of the river.
ROAR!
Buddhist light burst out from the giant ship.
Yan Wushen activated his Golden Giant Mode and let out a furious lion roar. The roar contained the true meaning of the Six Syllables Mantra.
Om mani padme hum.
The six syllables are combined into one.
The phantom of a golden lion that was dozens of centimeters long appeared on the surface of Yan Wushen’s body. The sound waves of the lion’s roar were all golden in color. Space was thrown into chaos, and the river was vaporized by the roar.
In the Six Syllables Mantra, each word was comparable to a high-level Hundred-Shackle level saint technique. It could clear away evil creatures, cut off life and death, destroy wisdom, and cut off lifespan.
The six syllables combined into a lion’s roar. Its power was even stronger than the high-level Thousand-Koan saint technique.
“Slash! Slash! Slash…”
Zhang Ruochen didn’t retreat. Instead, he turned into a streak of light and rushed toward the incoming golden sound wave. He swung the Ancient Abyssal Sword and broke through the layers of waves.
The sound wave that didn’t break through rushed within 30 meters of Zhang Ruochen. It was blocked by the Profound Spatial Dimension.
The sound wave rotated in the dimension and surged out in the opposite direction.
“I heard that you went to the third Dark Star. Your cultivation has indeed improved greatly.”
Zhang Ruochen took to the skies above the massive ship. On his body, the Armor of the Fire God burned fiercely. For thousands of miles, the light it emitted illuminated the night sky. The plants on both sides of the river were reduced to ashes, much like paper.
He stomped down, and more than 20 million Divine Marks of Flame appeared on his legs. They condensed into a thick divine cloud.
Yan Chu raised his head and looked at the sky. He revealed a look of surprise and said, “What a powerful divine might.”
For a Supreme Saint to be able to possess and control divine power was already very impressive.
To be able to control such a powerful divine power was naturally even more shocking. Yan Chu finally understood why Yan Wushen would treat this person as his lifelong enemy.
Yan Wushen felt a huge pressure. His eyes were solemn as he leaped up from the huge ship. He took out the Scepter of Heaven’s Pass and slashed it down with Supreme Power.
The Scepter of Heaven’s Pass originally belonged to Yan Huangtu, but now that it had fallen into his hands, there was no need to return it.
Whoosh
The Scepter of Heaven’s Pass became more than 30 meters long, and it collided with the divine cloud formed by Yanshen’s leg.
After an earth-shattering boom, Supreme Powers and divine flames shot out in all directions. Every ball of divine flame landed, creating a crater several meters wide on the ground.
In the pit, the divine flames burned for a long time.
Yan Wushen fell into the dried blood river and hit a crater-like pit on the riverbed. Some divine flames touched his hair and burned it into ashes.
With the current power of Yanshen’s leg, Yan Wushen could not completely block it with the Supreme Artifact.
Although Zhang Ruochen’s Yanshen’s leg had broken the fourth seal on the Battlefield of Celestial-Hunting, he could only control more than 10 million Divine Marks of Flame.
In the five days after activating the Sundial, Zhang Ruochen spent five years refining another 10 million Divine Marks of Flame.
The power of Yanshen’s leg was naturally far greater than before.
It could be said that this battle had just begun. Zhang Ruochen and Yan Wushen were already using their most powerful moves. There was no probing attack at all.
“Thousand Yama Shadows.”
Yan Wushen split into a thousand and stood on the ground. The Primordial Infernal Yama Qi, which was formed from the combination of extreme brightness and extreme darkness, covered the ground for hundreds of miles and turned it into a sea of Qi.
In the sea of Qi, the figure of the Progenitor Yama appeared. He stepped on the Nether and held the Nether Tome in his hand.
The Progenitor Yama waved his big hand and slapped Zhang Ruochen.
Zhang Ruochen pulled out the Divine Dragonbone Whip that was wrapped around his waist and swung it. The body of the whip made crackling sounds. A huge divine dragon rushed out from the inside and released a terrifying divine might.
This bone whip was made from the backbone of a divine dragon. The dragon’s soul inside was indestructible and preserved by divine power.
At the same time, a shadow rushed out of Zhang Ruochen’s body.
It wasn’t the Immovable Wisdom King.
The shadow had 24 pairs of golden wings. It was the form of the Progenitor Bloodximius.
If one looked from a hundred miles away, one would see the Progenitor Bloodximius holding a divine dragon and using the dragon as a whip to attack Progenitor Yama. The scene was extremely shocking.
Rumble
The sound of the heavens collapsing and the earth-shattering spread out.
Ten thousand kilometers away, a man and a woman were standing under a large black umbrella.
They were the demigod gods, Yan Yu, and Lady Fu Xiang. Both of them were first-class elites below the divinity in Infernal Court. They were ranked at the top of the Tome of the Divines and the Eminence Ranking.
The Tome of the Divines came from the Fane of Destiny.
The Eminence Ranking was written by the Celestial Palace.
Lady Fu Xiang was dressed in a blue crystal veil. Her jade-like arms were long and slender. She took a crystal bow from her bag. Heaven and earth’s precepts twisted together and condensed into a translucent arrow on the bowstring.
The direction the tip of the arrow pointed to was precisely the direction of Yan Wushen, who was tens of thousands of kilometers away.
In terms of Archery, Lady Fu Xiang could be said to be the number one elite below the divinity in the entire galaxy. Compared to her, Lord Sinluo was no different from a child who had just learned how to hold a bow.
Yan Yu’s voice was gentle. “Put it away first!”
Lady Fu Xiang did not put away her arrow. Her voice was clear and cold. She said, “Do you think Zhang Ruochen can kill Yan Wushen?” She asked. “I heard that after Yan Wushen returned from the third Dark Star, not only did his cultivation improve greatly, but his lifespan also increased in a heaven-defying way. Without a doubt, he must have gotten some kind of opportunity there.”
Yan Yu said, “We’d better not be the ones who killed Yan Wushen. There’s no internal strife in the Yanluo clan. The Yan Family of Yama and the Yan Family of Abyss are the closest. No, to be exact, there’s no such thing as the Yan Family of Abyss.
“The Dark Parasol of Obfuscatory can indeed hide all the secrets of the heavens, even from the gods. But it can’t hide from the hearts of people. As long as Yan Wushen is killed by an arrow, then everyone will know that you’re the one who shot him.
“I don’t know why Zhang Ruochen wants to kill Yan Wushen, but I can feel the killing intent from him. He also seems to want others to think that he’s representing us.”
Lady Fu Xiang said, “The opportunity is fleeting. If we don’t kill him now, we won’t have another chance until the divine spirit of Fukurokuju arrives.”
Yan Yu crossed his hands behind his back. His sleeve flapped. “Give Zhang Ruochen a chance,” he said casually. “I can tell he’s hell-bent on killing.”
Lady Fu Xiang let go of her fingers, and the arrow on the bowstring disappeared. She carried the crystal bow on her back, which was longer than her slender body.
