The gods of the Life-Death Boundary Star transformed into streams of divine light, flying in from afar, gazing towards the reddish-brown Corpse Sea Forbidden Domain.
“The Seven Grievances Sacred City’s river section actually has a Corpse Sea Forbidden Domain, who knows which God Venerable of the Corpse Race left it behind? We must investigate.”
“Wujiang has only just reached the divine realm not long ago, and has not even cultivated a divine realm world yet, fleeing into the Corpse Sea Forbidden Domain, he is likely to meet with more ill fortune than good.” Some gods revealed expressions of worry.
After all, Wujiang had a tremendous background, involving the Wen Tong Great God of the Nether Hall, and even more so, a taboo figure from the Dark God Temple.
“Zhang Ruchen is too ruthless!”
“It is not that Zhang Ruchen is ruthless, with only saint realm cultivation, how could he have the ability to deal with Wujiang? The truly ruthless and cruel ones are Prajna Divine Maiden and that black-robed divine spirit.”
“Is not Prajna Divine Maiden from the Nether Race? It is said that her relationship with Wujiang is quite close, why would she strike such a ruthless blow?”
“Prajna Divine Maiden has broken off with the Nether Hall. Once this news spreads, it will surely shock the entire Hell Realm, who knows how great a storm it will stir up?”
The gods communicated via divine senses, with some curiosity, and some worry.
Yu Shen stood among the gods, his gaze grave.
How could he have imagined that, with Wujiang’s powerful cultivation, plus Master Xuanli, the Nine-Toothed Wolf Divine General, and the Army Sea Divine General, it would end in such a tragic fate?
Without much thought, he immediately sent a message back to the Nether Hall.
…
After the Corpse Sea Forbidden Domain absorbed Master Xuanli’s divine blood, the sea waters surged with waves, the waves rising higher and higher, emanating a terrifying aura of deathly threat.
Prajna, Little Black, and Zhang Ruchen all retreated hastily backwards.
Prajna looked ahead, her gaze profound, and said: “Zhang Ruchen, the Three Ways River has many tributaries, connecting to various realms, the space is complex, if you leave from here, it will be sufficient to cover your tracks.”
“Leave? Leave for where?” Zhang Ruchen said.
Prajna said: “Anywhere is fine, you can hide your name and bury yourself in obscurity, or go to the cosmic border wilderness. In short, do not continue staying in the Hell Realm, the peril just now, you have also seen! Wujiang is not the only divine spirit who wants to kill you, and he is absolutely not the strongest one.”
“You may evade this killing tribulation this time, but what about the next?”
“Wujiang and the three false gods of the Nether Hall wish to kill you, the fluctuations of the divine battle are so intense, yet why did no divine spirits rush to save you? Because they know you are destined to be unable to become a god, there is no need to fall out with the Nether Hall over saving you.”
Zhang Ruchen smiled faintly: “A person’s greatest self-awareness is to recognise oneself clearly. For a tiny cultivator like me, it is impossible for any force in the Hell Realm to offend the Nether Hall. This is a very normal matter, because my current value is too insignificant.”
“But, if I can break the curse, break through to become a god, and even possess the cultivation of Blood Absolute War God and Huang Tian now, possessing the potential to impact becoming a God Venerable. Then, for the major forces, my value would greatly increase, even if it means offending the Nether Hall, they would assist me.”
“So, never attribute the fault to others, and even more so, do not harbour resentment because they do not help you. Think more about it, others have no relation to you, why should they pay a huge price to help you?”
“All faults are because one is not yet strong enough.”
Prajna looked at him, gazing for a long time, and said: “You still intend to impact the divine realm?”
“I naturally cannot shrink back, I cannot hide my name and bury myself in obscurity, nor can I flee from the Heavenly Court and Hell, because I am already a piece on the chessboard, my body not my own.”
Zhang Ruchen sighed inwardly.
Prajna could hide her name and bury herself in obscurity, and no longer concern herself with everything in the Heavenly Court and Hell.
Little Black could as well.
But, Zhang Ruchen precisely could not, because the ties on his body were too many, how could it be said to retreat and then retreat?
Being in the chess game, advance or retreat both difficult.
“Too dangerous, you will die.” Prajna’s eyes were filled with affection, unwilling to hide anything further.
Zhang Ruchen said: “I can only go forward, forward, perhaps the one who dies is only me. But, if I cower and flee, the ones who die will be my kin and friends by my side. What about Father Emperor? What about Kong Le? What about Ling Xi? And… and you, if I flee, what about you?”
“In your heart, do I still have a place?”
Prajna’s double pupils shimmered, the iceberg of millennial coldness seemed about to melt into a bay of spring water.
Just as Zhang Ruchen was about to answer, Gushaye Huanhuan transformed into a streak of red lightning, descending from the sky, arriving by their side with a giggling smile, looked at Zhang Ruchen, then at Prajna, and said: “You two being so affectionate and lingering, what is going on? Has Wujiang already died?”
Prajna’s double pupils restored to icy coldness, she shifted steps to walk to a distance, and said: “Even if Wujiang fled into the Corpse Sea Forbidden Domain, I must still chase in and behead him.”
Little Black nodded, and said: “He is severely injured now, this is the best time to kill him. Otherwise, once the divine spirits of the Nether Hall arrive, we will have no further opportunity.”
Zhang Ruchen did not want Prajna and Little Black to risk their lives, and said: “Actually, there is no need to risk one’s own life over a single Wujiang, this matter has other ways to resolve. Return to the Seven Grievances Sacred City first!”
Little Black was very unwilling, but thinking that they currently knew nothing about this Corpse Sea Forbidden Domain, rashly charging in would indeed carry enormous risk, thus, following Zhang Ruchen, they retreated and left.
After they departed, Yu Shen appeared at the edge of the Corpse Sea Forbidden Domain, looked left and right, hesitated for a moment, then stepped inside.
“Splash!”
He had just taken one step into the reddish-brown sea domain.
In the sea, suddenly a wave hundreds of zhang high surged up, sweeping towards him.
The wave was as vivid as blood.
Yu Shen saw in the water waves, faintly a dark grey shadow, the cold qi released by it nearly freezing his divine body, the divine qi in his body unable to circulate, his blood becoming coagulated.
He was greatly alarmed in his heart, not daring to continue venturing into this Corpse Sea Forbidden Domain, and immediately retreated.
…
The instant Zhang Ruchen suffered the divine power attack, far away in the Three Lives Realm, the Blood Absolute War God sensed it, split open space, and opened a divine path straight to the Life-Death Boundary Star.
But the Ghost Lord intercepted him on the divine path.
The Nether King, Blood Queen, and multiple true gods of the Blood Heaven Clan including Blood Yao Divine Lord, received the divine decree of the Blood Absolute War God, and set out simultaneously.
It could be said that, for the life of this saint realm cultivator Zhang Ruchen, it alarmed dozens of true god level powerhouses, either engaging in covert games or overt restraints, it could be called a great upheaval in the Hell Realm.
What Prajna said, that no divine spirits came to save Zhang Ruchen, was actually wrong.
The major forces were all contending in the shadows, far from as calm on the surface.
It was just that the strength of the Nether Hall and Dark God Temple was too vast, restraining all the divine spirits who wished to go for rescue, or intercepting them.
Even the Hall Master of the Nether Hall personally went to discuss the Heavenly Dao with Emperor Luo Yan, deliberating the war between Heavenly Court and Hell.
Unfortunately, the variable of Prajna becoming a god, plus her actually not hesitating to offend her own race to help Zhang Ruchen, caused the Nether Hall’s arrangements to fail completely.
Of course, this struggle was divided into: on the surface, beneath the surface, and the vanguard pawns.
Wujiang was merely a vanguard pawn.
The planner on the surface was the Wen Tong Great God of the Nether Hall. This outstanding existence who had the chance to become the Young Hall Master of the Nether Hall, with cultivation and stratagems both unparalleled.
A figure of this level, considering his status, naturally could not personally act against a junior like Zhang Ruchen. But he could intercept the various gods who wished to save Zhang Ruchen, coordinating all of this.
In addition, there was beneath the surface.
For example, the Nether Hall Hall Master.
Such an existence, unassuming and concealed, not even letting others see his involvement. So, visiting Emperor Luo Yan was to discuss proper matters.
In the starry sky, on the divine path.
Wen Tong Great God looked at the retreating Blood Yao Divine Lord, Nether King, Blood Queen, and other gods of the Blood Heaven Clan, a smug smile on his face. With the Nether Hall dominating the entire Nether Race, how could it be shaken by a single clan like the Blood Heaven Clan?
If the gods of the Undying God Temple came personally, that would be more like it.
But, for a mere saint realm cultivator, the situation had not yet developed to that extent.
Currently, it was only the Blood Absolute War God mobilising the forces he could mobilise, to confront the Nether Hall.
“Wen Tong, speak! How do you want to die?”
In the boundless universe, suddenly a voice vast and peerless rang out, causing all the stars in the entire star domain to tremble.
Wen Tong Great God furrowed his brows.
“Boom!”
A nebula unknown to cover how many billions of li, pressed down from above Wen Tong Great God’s head.
The nebula was multicoloured and mottled, in the form of a handprint.
As the handprint pressed down, the stars in the star domain continuously annihilated, turning into fireballs that fell.
“Puff!”
Wen Tong Great God was struck by a handprint, spitting out divine blood, the divine armour on his body shattering.
Some divine spirit of the Nether Hall, standing in the distant starry sky, was scared trembling by this scene before his eyes. Just now, Wen Tong Great God with his own power forced back over a dozen true gods of the Blood Heaven Clan, what an unparalleled heroic bearing.
How was it that now he was struck so miserably by a single handprint?
“Splash!”
A divine spirit clad in silver robe and golden armour walked out from the nebula, holding a divine halberd, his gaze bright and piercing, his divine might domineering and cold, looking down disdainfully on the gods of the Nether Hall.
Meeting his gaze, the gods of the Nether Hall all lowered their heads.
“Greetings to the Miya Tian War God.” The gods said in unison.
Wen Tong Great God was a first-rate figure, naturally did not lower his head, and said coldly: “Dare I ask Miya Tian War God, has Wen Tong offended you in any way, why does the War God attack?”
“If the War God cannot give a reason, the Hall Master will naturally personally go to the Yanluo Clan to demand an explanation.”
Miya Tian War God’s eyes were filled with chilling killing intent, and said: “Killing you would still be death with excess guilt, and you still want an explanation?”
“Boom!”
The divine halberd in Miya Tian War God’s hand thrust out, divine light illuminating thirty million li, space shattering piece by piece, instantly reaching before Wen Tong Great God.
With Wen Tong Great God’s cultivation, he actually could not block it, the divine halberd pierced through the armour, penetrating the divine body.
Large amounts of divine blood splashed out, in the void, turning into streaks of blood-coloured rivers.
The gods of the Nether Hall all pleaded.
“Wen Tong Great God is the Hall Master’s disciple, the future Young Hall Master of the Nether Hall, no matter what wrong he committed, please Miya Tian War God give him a chance to explain.”
“Yes! What if it is a misunderstanding?”
…
Wen Tong Great God reformed his divine body, the divine light on his body dimmed, his aura weakened greatly, the smugness and joy from just now forcing back the gods of the Blood Heaven Clan had already vanished completely.
Before Miya Tian War God, he then knew that there is always a higher mountain than the last.
Miya Tian War God did not strike again, and said gravely: “Wen Tong, this seat knows you are greedy for beauty, already three or four hundred thousand years old, and have fathered a pile of children.”
“But, you absolutely should not have designs on the direct daughter of my Yanluo Clan, today this seat comes by order of the clan leader to kill you.”
“You, do you accept death?”
The gods of the Nether Hall were all shocked.
What mad and deranged thing had Wen Tong Great God done, to provoke the Yanluo Clan leader to personally order his killing?
Wen Tong Great God was even more dazed in his heart, knowing nothing of this matter, seeing Miya Tian War God raise the divine halberd again, he hurriedly said: “There is a misunderstanding, this matter must have a misunderstanding. I do not know which direct daughter of the Yanluo Clan the Miya Tian War God speaks of?”
“Pretending before this seat has no meaning. At this moment, the person is in your divine temple.” Miya Tian War God said.
Wen Tong Great God said: “This is impossible!”
“Fine! This seat will make you die convinced.”
Miya Tian War God waved his hand, tearing open space, opening a divine path.
The divine path was built by ancient gods of the Hell Realm, only divine spirits who have reached a certain level of cultivation can open the divine path, shuttling through the various star domains of the Yellow Springs Star River.
Miya Tian War God reached out across the air and grabbed Wen Tong Great God, charging into the divine path.
Although it lost some of the dignity of a great god, Wen Tong Great God had no choice, did not counterattack, in case he provoked Miya Tian War God’s anger and was directly killed by him, that would be the utmost injustice.
Suffering a little grievance now was nothing.
As long as in the end it was proven that everything was a misunderstanding, the Nether Hall would naturally seek justice from the Yanluo Clan.
Not long after, Miya Tian War God and Wen Tong Great God arrived outside the Wen Tong Divine Temple.
The Wen Tong Divine Temple was very close to the Nether Hall, it was the exclusive cultivation palace of Wen Tong Great God.
“Greetings… Master…”
Li Tan Semi-God knelt on one knee, saluting Wen Tong Great God, her heart uneasy and apprehensive.
Because she had never seen Wen Tong Great God in such a dishevelled state, and more so, suppressed by the divine might on Miya Tian War God, her saint soul trembled.
She was both the disciple of Wen Tong Great God, and the concubine of Wen Tong Great God.
“Master, not long ago, Wujiang sent back a gift.” Li Tan Semi-God said.
“What gift?”
Wen Tong Great God was astonished, could it be that Wujiang succeeded so quickly?
No.
Impossible so quickly.
Wen Tong Great God realised something was wrong.
Miya Tian War God held Wen Tong Great God in one hand, held the divine halberd in the other, and strode into the divine temple, in the temple, saw a dark-attribute bronze coffin.
“Bang!”
Miya Tian War God threw Wen Tong Great God out, came to the side of the bronze coffin, waved his hand to break the sealing inscriptions on the coffin surface, and pushed open the coffin lid.
Wen Tong Great God immediately rushed over, but was blocked by the divine halberd in Miya Tian War God’s hand.
Wen Tong Great God glanced into the coffin, his eyes widening greatly. Only to see, in the coffin lay a woman of absolute beauty and allure, with long black hair, clad in white like snow.
It was precisely Yan Zhe Xian of the Yanluo Clan.
Wen Tong Great God was chilled all over, from outside to inside, chilled to the marrow of his bones.
Had Wujiang gone mad, to harm him so?
Yan Zhe Xian was the pearl of the Yanluo Clan, the heaven’s proud daughter most beloved by the Supreme Elder, no wonder the Yanluo Clan leader personally ordered his killing, no wonder Miya Tian War God came personally.
“Xian’er!”
Miya Tian War God called softly, the divine sound entering Yan Zhe Xian’s sea of consciousness.
Moments later, the slumbering Yan Zhe Xian awoke, opened her beautiful eyes, revealing a dazed expression: “Uncle Miya Tian, why are you here?”
