In the massive crater, Jiang Yunchong lay on the brink of death.
Zhang Ruochen swiftly produced a large quantity of Spring of Life, administering it to him.
Jiang Yunchong’s injuries were severe, not only to his physical body but also to his saint soul. Only his formidable strength and exceptional bloodline had kept him alive this long.
While the Spring of Life could heal flesh, it couldn’t mend a saint soul. Zhang Ruochen retrieved a Heavenly Saint Pill, feeding it to Jiang Yunchong.
Crafted by a True Dragon Island alchemist of the Dragon Clan, this pill could heal even an Immortal Great Saint’s damaged soul.
Next, Zhang Ruochen placed a hand over the gaping wound in Jiang Yunchong’s chest, using spatial power to meticulously extract the invading Extreme Dark Yama Qi bit by bit.
During this, a jolt in his chest nearly made him cough blood, but he suppressed it.
The final clash with Yan Wushen, which wounded even Yan Wushen’s near-fully immortalized body, had not left Zhang Ruochen unscathed.
He deliberately concealed his injuries to deter Ming Yao and Ming Buddha. If they knew he was hurt, they’d seize the chance.
With their mental probes still lingering, Zhang Ruochen couldn’t show weakness. He openly healed Jiang Yunchong, projecting strength.
After some time, he fully purged the Extreme Dark Yama Qi.
Freed from its corrosion, Jiang Yunchong’s wound began regenerating visibly under the Spring of Life’s nourishment.
Color returned to Jiang Yunchong’s face. He struggled to sit up, saying, “Thank you.”
“No need for thanks. How’s Eastern Domain Holy City?” Zhang Ruochen asked gravely.
Jiang Yunchong’s eyes sharpened. “The city’s ancient inscriptions have been largely restored. It can withstand an Infernal Realm saint army, making it the safest place in the Eastern Domain.”
“Yan Wushen’s arrival was unexpected, but when he began his slaughter, we activated the inscriptions, suppressing him.”
“Unfortunately, he was too strong, escaping before the inscriptions fully activated.”
Zhang Ruochen exhaled in relief. The city’s losses weren’t as catastrophic as feared.
Still, Yan Wushen’s brief rampage would’ve killed countless cultivators and razed districts.
Since the Kunlun Realm became a merit battlefield, masses had flocked to the city for safety, making Yan Wushen’s infiltration easier.
His chaos would destabilize the city, spreading panic. Sealing it off entirely wasn’t feasible.
“Was Eastern Domain Saint King Manor attacked?” Zhang Ruochen asked.
Jiang Yunchong shook his head. “The manor’s ninth-grade formation protected it. It was affected but undamaged.”
“With the manor intact, we can stabilize the city and calm the people,” Zhang Ruochen said.
Otherwise, as Eastern Domain King, he’d need to rush there to take charge.
“Brother Jiang, you’re gravely injured. If you don’t mind, heal in my small world,” Zhang Ruochen offered.
“Thank you,” Jiang Yunchong accepted.
Zhang Ruochen produced a verdant pearl etched with intricate spatial runes.
Seized from Xuankong Saint King of Yanyang Civilization, it housed a vibrant jungle world, over a million li wide, far superior to a spatial exquisite sphere.
The pearl emitted a saintly glow, enveloping Jiang Yunchong.
Space twisted, and he vanished into the world, appearing in an elegant manor amidst lush flora and dense spiritual qi.
After securing the pearl, Zhang Ruochen teleported to Luoshui’s banks.
“Run!”
Remaining Infernal cultivators, seeing him, fled in terror.
A cold glint in his eyes, Zhang waved, sending spatial ripples outward.
The ripples froze the fleeing cultivators, who exploded into blood mist.
Their treasures and soul fragments were collected by Zhang.
Two saint lights emerged from Luoshui’s depths—Moyin and the Cyan Sky Saint Dragon.
“Master, we’ve subdued Great Prince Moro,” Moyin said respectfully.
Moro was in agony, bound by vines, bloodied, Moyin’s roots piercing him, controlling him completely.
Son of the ferocious Moyi Evil God, a prince with divine potential, Moro never imagined such a wretched fate.
Zhang Ruochen’s gaze was cold, devoid of pity for the killer of countless Kunlun souls, devoured cruelly.
Suddenly, he sensed something, looking toward Luoshui’s depths.
“Hm? He found me,” Luo Ji muttered, her lovely face shifting.
Hidden in a folded space, her spatial techniques and a cloaking treasure made her nearly one with the void.
Yet Zhang detected her, leaving her wry.
Since discovered, she dropped her concealment, stepping out gracefully, hands behind her, fearless.
“Defeating even Yan Wushen, truly my destined one,” she said, smiling.
Striding across folded spaces, she emerged from Luoshui’s depths, poised, eyes calm, unafraid.
On the water, she glanced at Moro, shaking her head. “Moro, if you’d listened to me, you wouldn’t be in this state.”
Luo Ji and Moro led the Rakshasa forces in the Kunlun Realm. Despite her lower cultivation, her status and cunning made her pivotal.
Other Rakshasa godchildren heeded her, but Moro’s defianceance left her powerless.
“I’m done playing. Zhang Ruochen, until next time,” Luo Ji said, crushing a talisman.
Silver light enveloped her, vanishing her.
But she reappeared mere hundreds of zhang away.
Her eyes flickered with surprise. The Great Teleport’s talisman, crafted by a spatial Great Saint, was intercepted.
“Planning to escape?” Zhang Ruochen asked, extending a hand.
Spatial rules formed a chain, coiling toward her.
Luo Ji sighed, ceasing resistance, letting the chain bind her. “Since you can’t bear to let me go, I’ll stay,” she said wryly.
Zhang Ruochen pulled her close, sealing her sacred qi and mental power with deft techniques.
From the Ancestral Spirit Realm’s merit battlefield, he’d clashed with this Rakshasa princess repeatedly. Now, he’d captured her.
His icy gaze met hers. “Why are you in Luoshui? What’s your goal?”
Knowing her cunning, her presence suggested a plot, possibly allied with Moro against him.
“I came for you. Don’t you want to see me?” Luo Ji said, eyes seductive.
Zhang Ruochen’s chest tightened, pain flaring, but he endured. “If you won’t talk, I have time to wait.”
“I’ve always been sincere, never harming you. Why so cold?” Luo Ji said pitifully.
She continued, “The Celestial Court’s unfair to you and Kunlun. Paradise Faction keeps targeting you. Why stay? Join our Rakshasa Clan with Kunlun. I guarantee treatment a hundred times better.”
“I know you hate Empress Chi Yao. Come with me, and I’ll ask my father god to suppress her. Kill or spare her—it’s your call.”
Zhang Ruochen’s expression didn’t waver. “Luo Ji, save your breath. I’ll never join a clan that eats humans.”
He handed her to Moyin for guarding.
Moving, he appeared before Fairy Tianchu.
Li Miaohan, Fool, and Butcher tactfully stepped aside, aware of their bond, unconcerned for her safety.
Zhang Ruochen gazed at her. “Thank you.”
Her aid against Ming Yao and Ming Buddha had been crucial.
Her jade-like skin glowed, ethereal as Luoshen. “No need for thanks between us,” she said, smiling.
Her smile brightened the world, utterly captivating.
But Zhang Ruochen, tasting blood, nearly coughed.
Though he hid it, at such close range, Fairy Tianchu noticed, saying softly, “You rarely visit Luoshui. Rest at Nine-Tune Celestial Star.”
Understanding, he said, “I’ll impose then.”
Her graceful form approached, her warm, soft arm linking with his, subtly supporting him.
Like a virtuous wife welcoming her husband, she parted Luoshui with a finger, revealing a golden path to the star.
They crossed, followed by Li Miaohan, Moyin, and others.
Seeing them enter like lovers, Celestial cultivators sighed in relief, Zhang Ruochen’s aura overwhelming.
“Pfft.”
On the star, Zhang Ruochen spat blood, swaying, nearly collapsing.
His injuries, too severe, could no longer be suppressed.
Safe from Ming Yao and Ming Buddha’s prying, he let go.
“Are you alright?” Fairy Tianchu asked, concerned.
Li Miaohan, Moyin, and others were shocked, realizing his battle with Yan Wushen wasn’t easy. Though he wounded Yan Wushen, he was badly hurt.
Spitting more blood, Zhang Ruochen paled, his aura weakening.
Cracks marred his body, teetering on collapse.
Internally, his organs were nearly shattered, his saint soul damaged.
His heart sank. The injuries were worse than expected, recovery daunting.
Fairy Tianchu led him to her cultivation chamber.
“Heal here. No one will disturb you,” she said.
“Th—” Zhang Ruochen caught himself, recalling her words, swallowing the thanks.
Thanking her distanced them.
To not delay his healing, she left, guarding the cave’s entrance.
Zhang Ruochen focused, swallowing a Heavenly Saint Pill and Spring of Life, beginning recovery.
With Kunlun’s volatility, he needed peak condition fast.
The Seven-Star Divine Ling’s sun released vital essence, enhancing his flesh’s resilience, far beyond normal.
As he healed, the Luoshui battle’s news spread, shaking the Celestial and Infernal Realms.
Yan Wushen’s centuries-long invincibility had ended at Zhang Ruochen’s hands.
“Impossible. Zhang Ruochen’s too young. Even as the Heir of Space-Time, he can’t beat Yan Wushen. It’s a rumor,” Infernal cultivators scoffed.
Yan Wushen’s myth had oppressed all peers.
Celestial forces unallied with Zhang Ruochen rejoiced, but enemies like Paradise Faction felt threatened by his rise.
“Defeating Dark Son, Jinhui Great Saint, now Yan Wushen—Zhang Ruochen’s unstoppable. His invincible era has begun. Can anyone replace him?” many mused, reflecting on his feats.
