The moment the Blazing Sun Prince’s head split, a golden light shot from his qi sea, hurtling toward Zhang Ruochen.
Unfazed, Zhang Ruochen swung his sword.
As a top Saint King, the Prince’s saint soul was formidable. Zhang Ruochen’s earlier attack, though powerful, relied on physical strength, destroying only the Prince’s body, not his soul.
Given the Prince’s status, he likely possessed many treasures, some not requiring saint qi, making him difficult to kill outright.
Had Zhang Ruochen not activated the Fire God Armor, he might not have breached the Prince’s divine runes, leaving him untouchable.
“You destroyed my body? Then I’ll take yours!” the Prince’s saint soul roared, driving the golden sun toward Zhang Ruochen.
Forged from a star’s core, the golden sun was immensely heavy and radiated terrifying heat, capable of crushing an immortal saint body and reducing it to ash.
Though a newly crafted Supreme Saint Artifact, far from its peak power, the Prince couldn’t fully wield it with his cultivation.
However, the Blazing Sun Civilization’s old Heavenly Lord had him refine a drop of ancient Golden Crow blood and fuse a Golden Crow saint soul, enabling perfect synergy with the golden sun.
Now, both the Golden Crow’s saint soul and blood were within the Prince’s saint soul.
Without this, he couldn’t have driven the golden sun.
On the Heavenly Demon Mountain, unable to use saint qi, he relied on his saint soul and the Golden Crow blood to wield it. Otherwise, he would have used it earlier, avoiding the humiliation of losing his body.
“Clang!”
The Abyss Ancient Sword blocked the golden sun, but its immense force sent Zhang Ruochen staggering back.
“Swoosh!”
The golden sun soared dozens of zhang, then crashed down.
Too fast to dodge, Zhang Ruochen raised his sword with both hands, bracing for impact.
As the golden sun struck, his body shuddered, as if an ancient divine mountain pinned him, rendering him immobile.
Seizing the moment, the Prince’s saint soul detached from the golden sun, becoming a golden light that burrowed into Zhang Ruochen’s brow.
In an instant, he entered Zhang Ruochen’s divine light qi sea, beholding four radiant saint sources and a flowing Tongtian River.
“Four saint sources at once, and your saintly rules transformed into a river—greater potential than my original body. Perfect, Zhang Ruochen, your body is mine!” the Prince exclaimed, elated, and began refining Zhang Ruochen’s saint soul.
A talisman flew from his soul, unleashing a powerful spiritual force to assault Zhang Ruochen’s mental will.
Only by breaking Zhang Ruochen’s will could he seize his body.
Crafted by a spiritual Great Saint, the talisman, despite the sealing talisman’s suppression, unleashed a crushing spiritual attack, capable of overwhelming Zhang Ruochen’s will.
“Blazing Sun Prince, entering my body was your dumbest move,” Zhang Ruochen’s icy voice rang out.
A vast, majestic world appeared above the Prince’s saint soul.
Though the Moon Goddess had sealed Zhang Ruochen from using the Qiankun Realm’s power, it remained in his qi sea, movable at will.
Terror filled the Prince’s soul. “A great world in your body? How is that possible?”
“You didn’t even know this and dared try to seize my body? Suppress!” Zhang Ruochen commanded, lowering the Qiankun Realm.
The realm’s “momentum” was terrifying, pinning the Prince’s soul, rendering it immobile.
Despite his protective treasures, none could function against a great world.
The talisman dimmed, ceasing its spiritual assault.
With his spiritual power at the peak of tier 59, nearing 60, and an unyielding will, Zhang Ruochen was unharmed.
“No, Zhang Ruochen, spare me! I’ll give you anything!” the Prince’s soul pleaded.
“We had no grudge, yet you schemed to kill me. Why should I spare you?” Zhang Ruochen replied coldly.
The Prince’s expression turned ferocious. “I’m the Blazing Sun Civilization’s future Heavenly Lord. Kill me, and you’ll face their wrath. You’ll suffer!”
Ignoring him, Zhang Ruochen drove the Qiankun Realm to crush the soul.
This was Zhang Ruochen’s second seizure attempt, the first being Qing Jin, once first on the *Saint King Merit List*. Now far stronger, suppressing the Prince was effortless compared to Qing Jin.
“I’m the Blazing Sun Prince! I can’t die like this! I’m not reconciled…” the Prince wailed in despair.
His saint soul shattered under the Qiankun Realm’s pressure, unable to resist.
Beneath the realm, treasures emerged, most notably a golden three-legged Golden Crow, radiating fearsome pressure.
From the Prince’s shattered soul, Zhang Ruochen gleaned valuable information: “So, he controlled the Destruction Golden Sun with the Golden Crow’s saint soul and blood.”
The Golden Crow soul, not fully fused with the Prince’s, separated upon his soul’s destruction, retaining the blood.
The Golden Crow soul was formidable, but its will had been erased, or even ordinary Great Saints couldn’t withstand its pressure.
Without hesitation, Zhang Ruochen began refining the soul and blood. Otherwise, the Destruction Golden Sun pressing him would remain a problem.
With the Qiankun Realm’s suppression, refining them should be straightforward.
From the Prince’s soul entering to its destruction, mere moments passed.
“Swoosh!”
Little Black darted to Zhang Ruochen’s side, eyes tense.
“Hold on, I’ll help!” It prepared to send a saint soul into Zhang Ruochen’s body.
Zhang Ruochen’s eyes snapped open, two golden beams shooting out.
“Seized?” Little Black’s expression shifted, ready to attack.
Zhang Ruochen rolled his eyes. “Am I that easy to seize? The Twin Kings are coming. Block them.”
Little Black eyed him suspiciously. “You’re really Zhang Ruochen? Not seized?”
“Go!” Zhang Ruochen glared, kicking out.
Little Black dodged, chuckling, “Just worried about you. Don’t worry, they won’t get up here with me around.”
It sped down the mountain.
The Twin Kings, nearing Zhang Ruochen’s position, were furious. Zhang Ruochen had killed the Prince’s body before their eyes, and now the Prince’s soul was inside him, its fate unknown.
They aimed to suppress Zhang Ruochen to aid the Prince’s seizure.
Little Black swooped, wings blazing with crimson flames, striking the Twin Kings.
“Get lost!” “A mere owl beast, courting death!” they roared, punching with golden blood qi.
“Bang!”
Little Black’s wings unleashed fiery clouds, unstoppable, sending the Twin Kings flying.
“Think I’m an owl when the undead phoenix doesn’t show its might? You’re not worthy to yap before me. Watch your tone and status,” Little Black sneered, gazing disdainfully.
With a Great Saint body, in a saint qi-suppressed environment, Little Black held a massive advantage. The mountain was its battlefield.
Furious at being lectured by a “beast,” the Twin Kings, nearly undefeated, exchanged glances, summoning denser blood qi to envelop them.
“Bang!”
Golden light soared, their aura defiant, aiming to break all barriers.
“Still not giving up? See my true power!” Little Black’s eyes gleamed, one wing enlarging like a sky-covering cloud, striking.
“Bang!”
The unimaginable force sent the Twin Kings crashing to the mountain’s base, blood trickling from their mouths, their bodies injured.
Little Black sneered, “I barely tried, and you’re down? Come again, see if I don’t crush you.”
How was this owl so strong?
The Twin Kings, with bodies trained to “below Great Saint” level, could rival some Immortal Great Saints together. Yet, they were effortlessly crushed.
Unbeknownst to them, Little Black’s true cultivation was at the peak below divinity, recently boosted by training in the Sun Dial, with a terrifying body.
As they prepared another attack, Zhang Ruochen lifted a hand, effortlessly holding the Destruction Golden Sun.
The sun trembled, its spirit struggling, but Zhang Ruochen suppressed it.
Forged from a star’s core essence, the sun was heavier than a planet, capable of crushing saintly beings. Fully activated, its heat could melt a planet into liquid.
Saint Kings, no matter how strong, couldn’t unleash even a tenth of a Supreme Saint Artifact’s power.
Having refined the Golden Crow blood and soul, Zhang Ruochen easily controlled the stellar-weight sun.
“What did you do to the Prince?” the Twin Kings demanded.
Looking down, Zhang Ruochen said calmly, “He tried to seize my body. I’m fine. What do you think happened to him?”
Their hearts sank, eyes reddening. They charged up the mountain, desperate to kill Zhang Ruochen to answer to the Heavenly Lord and the Prince’s father.
Little Black scoffed, “You dare come back? Get down!”
Before they reached halfway, Little Black dove, knocking them back to the base, standing as an impassable gate.
Turning to Zhang Ruochen, it said, “Secure the inscription. I’ll handle anyone who comes up.”
Knowing Little Black’s capabilities, Zhang Ruochen wasn’t worried. He returned to the stone steps.
Below, the Twin Kings exchanged glances, their anger mixed with wariness. Three clashes proved Little Black’s physical dominance; they couldn’t gain an edge.
Continuing would only lead to more beatings.
They calmed, deciding to wait. Zhang Ruochen and Little Black would leave the mountain, and without the sealing talisman’s suppression, they were confident in subduing them.
“Zhang Ruochen’s bold, killing an ancient civilization’s prince. As rumored, he’s fearless,” a Bone Clan Venerable sneered.
The Eight-Armed Venerable snorted, “The more they fight, the better for our Hell Realm.”
“What’s our move?” another asked.
After a pause, the Eight-Armed Venerable said, “Watch and wait. If possible, eliminate both Zhang Ruochen and the Blazing Sun forces.”
The other six nodded, sharing the sentiment. Killing either would be a great merit.
On the mountain, Zhang Ruochen climbed steadily, unshaken by the demonic aura.
At the hundredth step, he stood before the Heavenly Demon Stone Inscription.
Over ten zhang tall, it radiated vast demonic aura, with rolling demonic clouds above, as if linked to a demonic world.
His gaze shifted to the stone platform below, his eyes lighting up. “This is…”
The platform bore tiny texts and peculiar patterns, brimming with demonic allure, captivating at a glance.
“King-grade technique *Prison-Suppressing Demon Scripture*, cultivable to demi-god.”
“God-Demon Prison Suppression, seven levels: first is low-tier saint technique, second is mid-tier, third is Immortal high-tier… seventh becomes Supreme high-tier. Perfectly fused, it becomes a divine ability.”
Reading the texts and patterns, Zhang Ruochen’s heart stirred.
A king-grade technique and exquisite saint techniques at the peak were unexpected.
The *Prison-Suppressing Demon Scripture* and “God-Demon Prison Suppression” were clearly derived from the *Heavenly Demon Prison-Suppressing Diagram*.
Only a supremely powerful god could create such profound demonic techniques.
“Which Dragon Clan senior fathomed the inscription to this degree? Few Kunlun Realm demonic techniques rival the *Prison-Suppressing Demon Scripture*,” Zhang Ruochen mused, his emotions surging.
For demonic cultivators, the Heavenly Demon Mountain was an invaluable treasure trove.
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In the thunder storm battlefield, the Dragon God Relic’s emergence escalated the chaos. Lin Xiao, having decimated the Nether Heaven Demon Palace with his explosion pills, led the Holy City forces.
The mysterious petrified force struck repeatedly, aiding their rout of the enemy. The beast tide faltered under their onslaught.
The relic, a dragon-shaped artifact radiating supreme power, drew all eyes. Holy City, Nether Heaven remnants, and hidden powerhouses converged.
Lin Xiao, clutching his Yaoguang Broken Sword, braced for the climactic battle, suspecting the petrified force’s owner—a likely Saint King or higher—would soon emerge, possibly targeting the relic.
