Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio
One must know that when Zhang Ruochen was still in the fourth level of Martial Arts, he had to pay a costly price for a drop of saintly liquid. It was extremely valuable to a martial artist.
But now, it was raining saintly liquid. The scene was extremely impressive, of course.
“Master’s Saintly Source.”
Zhang Ruochen stared at the ball of light. He could see a fist-sized crystal hovering in the center. It looked smooth, bright, and spiritual.
“Master’s Saintly Source contains all the knowledge and Saintly Way from his life,” Saint Qingxiao said. “It is the crystallization of all his saintly power and represents his heritage. Junior, this is what he left for you. Take it.”
Saint Qingxiao had already become a Saint, so he’d cultivated his own Saintly Source and Saintly Way. He didn’t need to steal their teacher’s at all.
Zhang Ruochen hurriedly accepted the Saintly Source. Cupping it in his hands, he took out a jade box and put it inside carefully. When he closed the jade box, the surrounding Holy Qi dissipated. The saintly rain stopped as well.
Sword Saint Xuanji’s Saintly Source was indeed precious. However, it wasn’t too meaningful to Zhang Ruochen.
If he refined his teacher’s Saintly Source, then he would have to continue down the Tao of the Sword. From now on, he wouldn’t be able to become accomplished in the power of time and space. They could only be auxiliary powers to the Tao of the Sword.
Zhang Ruochen obviously couldn’t be satisfied with this. He still yearned for the Ways of Time and Space.
In the Fish-Dragon Realm, Zhang Ruochen mainly focused on the sword because the Ways of Time and Space were too complicated and obscure. He needed extreme willpower and intelligence to remain clear-headed the entire time.
Even before, Zhang Ruochen had only studied the surface of the powers of time and space. If his cultivation wasn’t enough and he forcefully delved deep into the knowledge, he could get lost in time and space. At that time, he would be like a dreamer who couldn’t distinguish dreamscape from reality.
If he dared to research time and space deeply in the Fish-Dragon Realm, he would definitely be unable to distinguish the true space from the imaginary one. He also wouldn’t know what was real time and which was manipulated time.
Thus, Zhang Ruochen had to reach the Saint Realm and strengthen his Spiritual Power and cultivation. He had to read many books and possess great intelligence before he could comprehend the true mysteries of time and space.
Of course, Zhang Ruochen’s Spiritual Power was now at the 45th level, also known as a Spiritual Power Half-Saint. He could already study some relatively easier time and space principles. This formed a good foundation for cultivation of the Ways of Space and Time in the future.
Zhang Ruochen put his teacher’s Saintly Source away first. In the future, he could find a suitable candidate to pass down his teacher’s heritage.
“Something’s wrong.”
Saint Qingxiao seemed to sense something. He flashed and charged out. The next moment, he landed on the peak of the closest mountain. His eyes shone with saintly celestial light and looked southeast.
What had happened?
Zhang Ruochen immediately put his teacher’s body away. Also using a technique, he flew to the mountaintop, standing beside Saint Qingxiao. Activating his Sky Eye, he followed Saint Qingxiao’s gaze.
Whoosh!
In the distance, black clouds filled the sky. The mass surged powerfully towards the Yin and Yang Sect. The cloud’s shape was abnormal and radiated with an evil aura. A part of the cloud even flew past Zhang Ruochen and Saint Qingxiao’s heads.
An average man might just see that the sky was covered in black clouds and think that a rainstorm was coming. They wouldn’t think too deeply about it.
However, Zhang Ruochen’s Sky Eye saw clearly that what passed by him wasn’t a dark cloud at all. It was a dense mass of dead souls and ghosts.
The army of dead souls passed over Zhang Ruochen and Saint Qingxiao. They reached the horizon and seemed boundless. It felt as if Hell’s gates had opened.
Zhang Ruochen gasped. “Why does it feel like the end of the world is here?”
Saint Qingxiao’s expression was extremely dark. “Something must have happened to the Tomb Forest, allowing all the dead souls to escape. I finally understand what the Earth Blood Saint said. The entire Eastern Region might turn into hell tonight.”
Zhang Ruochen’s eyes were cold. “This must have something to do with the Vampires.”
“Oh no, the dead souls of the netherworld are all flying to the Yin and Yang Sect.”
Saint Qingxiao’s expression changed. He soared into the air to hurry towards the Yin and Yang Sect. Suddenly, he stopped. Hovering in the air, he glanced at Zhang Ruochen.
“Junior, the Yin and Yang Sect will be in chaos tonight. Your cultivation is too low. Do not go there. If possible, escape to the Central Region. You might have a chance of survival.”
The Tomb Forest was the closest to the Yin and Yang Sect. After the dead souls escaped, they would definitely go there first. Then the Yin and Yang Sect would experience a horribly evil battle. If they lost, the entire Eastern Region would be turned upside down.
Saint Qingxiao obviously didn’t want Zhang Ruochen to return to the Yin and Yang Sect, lest something happen.
Zhang Ruochen fell into deep thought. He suddenly remembered something his teacher had said before. If the dead souls of the netherworld really do escape one day, the only solution is to take the Void Sword back to the Tomb Forest and find the Thousand-bone Empress. If you can find her, you may be able to resolve the catastrophe.
Sword Saint Xuanji was one of the Eastern Region’s top three Sword Saints. He must have known some secrets. There must have been a reason why he said those things.
Thinking of this, Zhang Ruochen immediately raised his head. Looking at Saint Qingxiao, he said, “First Senior Brother, please help me save Princess Yanchen. She can’t die.”
With that, Zhang Ruochen used the Shooting Star Invisibility Cloak without waiting for Saint Qingxiao’s reply. He transformed into a streak of light and flew into the horizon.
Saint Qingxiao stared in the direction that Zhang Ruochen left in. Seeing him escape, he felt strong disappoint for some reason. How could his junior be such a coward?
No, that’s the direction of the Tomb Forest. Why is he going there? Saint Qingxiao realized that he’d misunderstood Zhang Ruochen. He immediately turned, wanting to chase after Zhang Ruochen and stop him.
However, Zhang Ruochen wore the Shooting Star Invisibility Cloak. He’d already flown into the distance and disappeared. Even Saint Qingxiao couldn’t trace him.
He sighed and finally flew towards the Yin and Yang Sect. No matter how dangerous it was, as the First Senior Brother, he had to save his junior brothers and sisters.
There were dozens of cities and ancient clans in the vast space between the Tomb Forest and Yin and Yang Sect.
“Haha! I finally escaped from the netherworld. I’d love to taste some fresh souls. I wonder how delicious they are.”
A Wuchang, a messenger of death, was dressed in a black robe. He led a group of dead souls and demons. They transformed into a black cloud and rushed down, appearing in the sky above a city.
The Monks in the city sensed danger.
“What kind of demon dares to come to the Silversnow City? Do you not know that the Silversnow City is an outside force of the Yin and Yang Sect?” Inside the city, an elder in the Ninth Change of the Fish-Dragon Realm flew up. He landed above the city gates.
The Wuchang materialized out of the rolling black clouds. He had a human form but was 30 feet tall. Reaching out a demonic hand, he grabbed the elder as if he was crushing an ant and tossed him into his mouth.
“Delicious, such a delicacy. Living spirits are so delicious.”
All the Monks within Silversnow City looked on, terrified. A strong fighter in the Ninth Change of the Fish-Dragon Realm had been eaten just like that.
A more cowardly one prostrated himself on the ground. His entire body trembled.
Kaboom.
Then the Wuchang struck with a fist print and smashed the battle formation protecting the city into smithereens. Thousands upon thousands of dead souls and ghosts flooded into Silversnow City and started devouring the souls of the human Monks.
A while later, the Wuchang let out a long laugh. He led the dead souls out of Silversnow City and caught up with the main army hurrying towards the Yin and Yang Sect.
Whoosh!
Saint Qingxiao transformed into a blue-green beam of saintly light and arrived at Silversnow City. The scene before him was tragic. The ground was littered with corpses. He couldn’t find a single living being.
The city that had a population of more than 100,000 was now a ghost town. Everything was deathly silent. He could only hear the whistling wind.
“Disgusting.”
Even though Saint Qingxiao spent his days in the Void World Battleground and had become desensitized to death, he still grew furious at this scene.
It wasn’t just Silversnow City. The cities around the Yin and Yang Sect had all become ghost towns. Even some smaller clans had been destroyed. All that remained were mountains of corpses.
The dead souls and ghosts mostly absorbed human souls to strengthen their cultivations and bodies. If they could upgrade to Wuchangs, they could solidify their bodies into human form. A Wuchang’s combat ability was equal to that of a human Half-Saint. If they could cultivate into a Ghost King, they could counter a human Saint.
Soon after the dead soul army left, the Vampire Monks followed in. Seeing the cities that had been wiped out, they started collecting the fresh blood from the corpses.
The dead souls only needed human souls, while the Vampires needed blood. Their interests didn’t clash, so they could work together perfectly.
Inside one of the cities, a Vampire elder dragged a six-inch-tall red tripod in his withered hands. He stood in the center of the street and poured blood from 100,000 bodies into the tripod.
The ancient red tripod shone radiantly. It grew brighter and brighter. Like creeks, trickles of blood flowed around it and gurgled.
After the blood was taken away, the bodies on the ground turned into dried mummified corpses.
The elder put the tripod away. Looking in the distance, he leered evilly. “The dead souls of the netherworld should be attacking the Yin and Yang Sect now. I wonder how long the Yin and Yang Sect can hold up for.”
The third prince of the Immortal Vampires stood behind the elder and huffed coldly. “Master, I believe that the Yin and Yang Sect won’t exist after tonight. It’s time to hurry over and collect the blood of some of the Saints. If we arrive too late, the good stuff might be taken by First and Second Brother. The Death Zen Sect will probably take advantage of it too.”
The elder nodded. He smiled, eyes twinkling. “The Yin and Yang Sect has a long heritage. There are countless precious treasures in the sect. We definitely should go get our share.”
