Wuma Jiuxing was too powerful. Even though he didn’t hit Zhang Ruochen directly, he had almost killed Zhang Ruochen with his Absolute Precept realm and overflowing aura.
No wonder after the Battle of Celestial-Hunting, Wargod Bloodximius told Zhang Ruochen that he had relied too much on the powerful defensive power of his Demigod-level physique. If he met a cultivator who was lower than his realm or the same realm, depending on his Demigod-level physique was indeed simple. Even if Zhang Ruochen stood still, it was not an easy thing for the other party to hurt him.
However, when he met Que, Yan Huangtu, Wujiang, and others whose realms were far higher than his, his Demigod-level physique was injured many times.
Wargod Bloodximius had once asserted that if he met a Banshi Isshou Realm Supreme Saint, the other party would only need one strike to break his Demigod-level physique into pieces.
It wasn’t that Demigod-level physique wasn’t strong.
If it wasn’t strong, Zhang Ruochen would have been killed by Que, Yan Huangtu, and Wujiang on Battlefield of Celestial-Hunting.
This time, Zhang Ruochen felt a deep sense of danger. The powerful physical body he had been relying on wasn’t enough to deal with a superior like Wuma Jiuxing.
Even if he met Lord Ironclad, Zhang Ruochen wouldn’t dare to fight him head-on if he couldn’t borrow the power of Qiankun. Let alone fighting Wuma Jiuxing, he had to escape immediately.
What troubled Zhang Ruochen was that his Sea of Qi was heavily damaged. He couldn’t open Qiankun Realm and couldn’t borrow the power of Qiankun at all.
Under such circumstances, it would be very troublesome to meet powerful figures like Shang Yue and Shang Xia, not to mention Lord Ironclad.
Intergold Tiger was obviously a cruel tiger. No matter what kind of enemy Zhang Ruochen met, it had no intention of attacking. Perhaps only if Zhang Ruochen was really helpless and fell into a situation of certain death would it save him.
If it was a step too late…
It would not die if Zhang Ruochen died anyway.
How important was Intergold Tiger to take on the role of the so-called guide to him? Perhaps only it knew.
As for Blackie, Zhang Ruochen still did not know how deep its strength was. To be able to save him and Guye Jing from Wuma Jiuxing’s hands, it should not be weak.
However, it was too difficult to hope that Blackie could show its might every time and not fail.
Zhang Ruochen still hoped that his life lays in his own hands.
The more he thought about it.
The more Zhang Ruochen’s sense of danger!
“Realm! It is precisely because my realm is too weak that I can not have the power to fight head-on with a Banshi Isshou Realm Supreme Saint. I must break through to the Great Perfection of Hundred-Shackle Realm as soon as possible.
“Fortunately, I’ve refined Pale Blood Soil. My body’s recovery ability is amazing. I’ve already recovered. Thus, it doesn’t affect my ability to break the shackles.”
Zhang Ruochen took out the copper coffin containing the god’s corpse and placed it in the room. He flew into the coffin and landed on the god’s corpse’s body.
He immediately opened Sundial.
Now, Zhang Ruochen wasn’t stingy with Godstone. He let Sundial cover the entire God-eater Bugs on the god’s corpse to speed up their awakening.
If he could not mobilize the power of Qiankun, God-eater Bugs would be his biggest reliance.
Under Sundial, Zhang Ruochen took out the Stellar Soul of God that was stored by Wargod Bloodximius in Sevenstar Imperial Palace.
The Stellar Soul of God was stored in a divine crystal the size of a human head, like a ball of dark blue flame.
Looking at the divine crystal in front of him, Zhang Ruochen took a deep breath and said to himself, “There really is a Stellar Soul of God here. Whose Stellar Soul is this? Did grandpa kill a god?”
The Stellar Soul of God in the divine crystal was not complete. It was only one of a few.
However, it was of great help to Zhang Ruochen at the moment. Refining it would be enough to recover the injured Saint Soul in a short time. Moreover, he would definitely be stronger than before.
Only when the Saint Soul recovered could Zhang Ruochen’s damaged Sainthood Source heal faster.
…
Three years later.
Zhang Ruochen stood on the surface of the god’s corpse. He then raised Staff of the Divine Envoy.
Suddenly, a powerful Power of Darkness surged out of staff. Like a wave of clouds, it covered thousands of miles in the copper coffin’s internal space. Thunder and lightning passed through the darkness from time to time, giving off destructive waves.
“I didn’t expect that after refining this Stellar Soul of God, my spiritual power would finally break through the bottleneck and reach the 66th level.”
Zhang Ruochen could clearly feel that his spiritual power had greatly improved. It was incomparable to the 65th level. The most obvious performance was that he could combine Saint Technique and Path of Truth with a faster speed to unleash ten times the attack power.
At the same time, Zhang Ruochen found that his control over the Staff of the Divine Envoy had become stronger.
His Saint Soul recovered.
The cracks in his Sainthood Source had almost completely disappeared, but Zhang Ruochen still insisted on taking the holy spring every day to recuperate. He did not want to leave any hidden dangers.
The only thing that still gave Zhang Ruochen a headache was his Sea of Qi.
It was too difficult to recover his Sea of Qi. He could only refine sacred medicines and cultivate it slowly.
Fortunately, Zhang Ruochen was rich and generous. He did not lack 100,000-year-old sacred medicine and Yuanhui level sacred medicine. In just three years, his Sea of Qi had recovered a lot. However, it still could not support Zhang Ruochen to fight with the top elites.
Once he used Saint Aspect or a powerful Saint technique, the cracks in his Sea of Qi would worsen.
Zhang Ruochen now somewhat understood why Guye Jing was determined that Wuma Jiuxing — who was injured — would definitely hide to heal his injuries. Just as he is now, he did not dare to fight with any elites at all.
He could not afford to fight.
What was injured was not his body, but the root of Path.
“I wonder what happened after that battle. Blackie said that Wuma Jiuxing seemed to have encountered a strong enemy, so he did not chase us.”
After three years of cultivating, Zhang Ruochen had broken 80 shackles.
Three days had passed outside.
Zhang Ruochen was worried about Guye Jing’s injuries. He flew out of the copper coffin and returned to the room.
The room was very quiet. Blackie was nowhere to be found.
Guye Jing was still lying on the bed. Her condition was not good. The saber wound on her chest had worsened. Her breathing was extremely weak, like a candle in the wind that could be extinguished at any time.
Zhang Ruochen was not a cold-blooded person after all. He was worried.
In the end, he had no enmity with Guye Jing.
Although Guye Jing wanted Demonstone Engraving very much, she had never taken it by force. Of course, it was useless to take it by force. It was easy to kill Zhang Ruochen, but it was difficult to find Demonstone Engraving from Zhang Ruochen.
Moreover, the reason why she was injured was that Zhang Ruochen wanted to use her to deal with Bai Qing’er.
If Zhang Ruochen had to watch her die like this, he would have a knot in his heart.
Zhang Ruochen stretched out two fingers and pressed them between her eyebrows.
Her body was extremely cold.
The fluctuation of life in her body was severely weakened.
Even her Precepts had been cut off by more than a trillion times by Wuma Jiuxing’s Precepts of Saber. Her cultivation was greatly damaged. Other Supreme Saints needed to cultivate for 10,000 years to obtain trillions of Precepts.
It was equivalent to Guye Jing losing 10,000 years of cultivation.
If Guye Jing really got hurt on purpose, the price she had to pay was too high.
Zhang Ruochen felt a little regretful. was he being too suspicious this time?
If he had saved her earlier, Guye Jing’s cultivation would not have suffered such a serious loss.
“Precept of Saber have spread to her Sea of Qi between her eyebrows. I can’t wait any longer. If I don’t save her now, her cultivation will be ruined, and her life will be difficult to save.”
Zhang Ruochen wanted to save her, but it was not easy to save Guye Jing.
Guye Jing and Wuma Jiuxing’s cultivation was too powerful. If he — a cultivator in Hundred-Shackle Realm — was careless, he would hurt himself.
The best way was to wake Guye Jing up.
Let Guye Jing heal herself.
To wake Guye Jing up, Zhang Ruochen’s Saint Soul had to enter her Sea of Qi through the Shenwu Mark between her eyebrows and communicate with her sleeping Saint Soul.
However, if Guye Jing was deliberately injured and pretended to be asleep, Zhang Ruochen’s Saint Soul entering her Sea of Qi was equivalent to walking into a trap.
Just as Zhang Ruochen was thinking of a more secure way.
Crash!
A black-light flashed at the edge of Cloacking Array.
Blackie flew in from the outside as a cat. Then it turned back into an owl and grew to the height of a man.
“Where did you go?” Zhang Ruochen asked.
Blackie’s expression was grave, “To get information and see if we can escape from Enchanton. However, the Enchanteur Chamber seems to be determined to deal with us. The arrays in the city did not shut down, but still strengthening.”
Zhang Ruochen was even more certain of his guess. It seemed that Bai Qing’er really did not have a supreme-grade Divine Crystal of Origin.
Otherwise, why would she make such a big fuss?
Blackie continued, “Now, Enchanton only allows people to enter not leave. The Saint-level cultivators of the Enchanteur Chamber search every house in the city every day and interrogate them one by one. It won’t be long before they find this place.”
“Your Cloaking Array can’t hide from those Saint-level cultivators?” Zhang Ruochen asked.
Blackie shook his head, “I’m not afraid of ordinary Saint-level cultivators. Even if they walk into this room, they won’t find us. Over the past three days, more and more top Supreme Saints have gathered in Enchanton, and they’re all looking for you.”
“They’re all looking for me?”
Zhang Ruochen narrowed his eyes and smiled.
The dozen or so big forces that knew about the birth of the supreme-grade Divine Crystal of Origin weren’t stupid. They must have noticed that the Enchanteur Chamber and Bai Qing’er were searching for Zhang Ruochen with all their might.
For the sake of Fane of Origin, these big forces would find Zhang Ruochen no matter how much the effort.
“Don’t worry. I have a perfect hiding place. I guarantee that no one will find it.”
Suddenly, Zhang Ruochen thought of something and asked, “Have you heard about Wuma Jiuxing?”
Blackie said proudly, “There is nothing in the world that I don’t know. It’s said that three days ago, the Ten Wraithions of Fane of Destiny had a fierce battle with Wuma Jiuxing. Ten Gates of Destiny hung above Enchanton. Under the Light of Destiny, tens of thousands of saints became mortals overnight.”
“All the Ten Wraithions were sent out?” Zhang Ruochen was secretly shocked.
Blackie had obviously heard of the Ten Wraithions. His eyes showed deep fear, “That’s right! Any one of the Ten Wraithions could be called a demigod. Zionwraith, the leader of the Ten Wraithions, was said to be the spirit of a macroworld. After the macroworld was destroyed, the spirit of the world was captured by the god of Fane of Destiny and trained to be an invincible god of death.”
“Is Wuma Jiuxing dead?” Zhang Ruochen asked.
Wuma Jiuxing must have been seriously injured by Lord Mings’ sword Qi. How could he survive the siege of the Ten Wraithions?
Unless he becomes a god.
Blackie shook his head and was a little excited, “Wuma Jiuxing struck five times and killed five of the Ten Wraithions in a row. His shout of killing echoed for 100,000 miles. Over the past three days, all the cultivators on Hoth had been talking about it. Of course, except for a few cultivators who knew the truth, the other Saint-level cultivators all thought that Celestial Court had attacked Enchanton on a large scale. They even thought that an angel god from Celestial Court had attacked.”
Zhang Ruochen was shocked.
One slash, one kill.
Five slashes, five kills.
How terrifying was his combat power?
At this moment, Zhang Ruochen realized how lucky he was to be able to stab Wuma Jiuxing.
Blackie patted its chest with its claws, it smiled, and said, “Wuma Jiuxing can kill one Wraithion in one strike, but he can’t do anything to me. Now, you know how powerful I am, right? So, you have to suck up to me. With me protecting you, you can do whatever you want on Hoth, or even in the entire Infernal Court.”
“Should we go to Enchanton now and do whatever we want?” Zhang Ruochen asked.
Blackie was stunned for a moment. It immediately admitted defeat and coughed dryly. “Enchanton is the territory of the Enchanteur Chamber. Others have set up the formation of life and death, which can activate the power of the underground divine veins. It’s better to keep a low profile here.”
“What was the result of that battle?”
Blackie said seriously, “It’s said that Qing Yulou — the Palace master of Hoth Palace — showed up, and then the battle moved out of the stars. As for the result, I’m afraid only a few people know.”
Zhang Ruochen smiled. “The power of Hoth Palace is so great.”
The fact that even Fane of Destiny had to give Hoth Palace face was beyond Zhang Ruochen’s expectations.
He had long heard that the Palace master of Hoth Palace had a close relationship with Fane of Immortality. Now, it seemed that it was more than that.
Zhang Ruochen suddenly remembered that when Empress of Thousand Bones saw him, she had brought him to the starry sky far away from Hoth, but not her real body.
Could it be that even Empress of Thousand Bones was afraid of the master of Hoth Palace and didn’t dare to set foot on Hoth?
“I don’t think so. That Empress even dares to go Divine Domain of Destiny. How could she not dare to set foot on Hoth?” Zhang Ruochen shook his head lightly and thought to himself.
Blackie sneered, “That Palace master in Hoth Palace is an incredible existence. If it wasn’t for that incident 100,000 years ago, he would have been the lord of Fane of Immortality by now. Moreover, the youngest lord of all generations.”
Blackie’s eyes revealed a rare look of reminiscence.
There was a touch of bitterness in his expression.
“How do you know? “Zhang Ruochen asked.
The information about the Palace master of Hoth Palace was top secret. Even Supreme Saint Qingsheng knew very little about it.
How long had Blackie been in Infernal Court? How could he know the information about the Palace master of Hoth Palace?
The emotion in Blackie’s eyes disappeared. He chuckled and said, “Speaking of which, he has some connection with Kunlun’s field. I even met him when I was a child. Do you believe it?”
“Yes,” Zhang Ruochen said.
Blackie said meaningfully, “The reason why he imprisoned himself on Hoth Planet is related to Kunlun’s field. He made a crucial mistake in the divine war against Kunlun’s Field.”
“What mistake?” Zhang Ruochen asked.
