Through the spatial teleportation array at the Merit Main Station, Zhang Ruochen spent a little time and smoothly arrived at the Truth Heavenly Domain.
As always, the Truth Heavenly Domain was bustling with activity, gathering countless cultivators from all realms who came to comprehend the Path of Truth, from Saints to Great Saints, and even gods.
The wondrous nature of the Path of Truth could significantly enhance a god’s combat strength and greatly aid in understanding other paths.
When Zhang Ruochen last left the Truth Heavenly Domain, his cultivation was merely at the Fifth-Step Saint King level. Now, he stood at the pinnacle of the Saint King Realm, renowned across both the Heavenly and Hell Realms.
This time, he returned to the Truth Heavenly Domain to cross the Sea of Truth, seeking to gain more Truth Mysteries.
Only by doing so could he achieve a significant breakthrough in a short time, preparing for a true life-and-death battle with Yan Wushen.
Zhang Ruochen was well aware that once Yan Wushen fully merged his good and evil selves, his strength would rise markedly, and even the Yin-Yang Sword Formation might not suffice to counter him.
Given enough time, Zhang Ruochen was confident he could, like Yan Wushen, elevate his Saint Path rules to a hundred million and perfect multiple paths.
He never lacked confidence.
But the greatest issue was time—he couldn’t afford to progress slowly and needed an alternative approach.
Without lingering, Zhang Ruochen headed straight for the Sea of Truth.
As before, the shores of the Sea of Truth were crowded with cultivators, all there to cross the sea and earn more time to cultivate in the Truth God Hall.
Previously, Zhang Ruochen had crossed the fifth and sixth sea domains, earning four years of cultivation time in the Truth God Hall, but the changing situation in the Kunlun Realm had prevented him from using it.
However, spending four years in the Truth God Hall, even with rapid cultivation, would never have brought him to his current realm.
Standing on the shore, Zhang Ruochen gazed beyond the ten sea domains to a dark saint mountain—the Truth Mountain, the aspiration of countless cultivators and his goal for this journey.
“What secrets does the Truth Mountain hold? What reward will the Truth God Hall grant?” Zhang Ruochen was filled with curiosity.
To uncover these mysteries, he would likely need to ascend the Truth Mountain himself.
But he knew it was no easy feat. Only thirteen Great Saints had succeeded, and no Saint King ever had.
Otherwise, the Truth God Hall wouldn’t have issued a divine oracle promising a reward that even gods would envy for a Saint King who reached the Truth Mountain.
“Hm? Someone’s in the ninth sea domain.”
Zhang Ruochen showed a trace of surprise.
The ninth sea domain was extraordinary, and those who could enter it were truly exceptional talents.
Currently crossing the ninth sea domain was an Angel Clan powerhouse with unusual wings, platinum in color, entwined with countless Light Rules, radiating brilliant and holy light.
“Archangel King Michael.”
Zhang Ruochen’s eyes narrowed, a smile forming.
He had long heard of this true leader of the Heaven Realm but never had the chance to meet him. Unexpectedly, he encountered him in the Truth Heavenly Domain.
Archangel King Michael had always been mysterious, with few knowing his true capabilities.
As Zhang Ruochen pondered, Michael unleashed a supremely refined Light Saint Technique, shattering the ninth sea domain’s guardian and entering the tenth.
“Archangel King Michael is indeed formidable, the only non-Truth God Hall disciple to cross the ninth sea domain.”
“Not only that, he independently condensed a Truth Form—remarkable. Even Zhang Ruochen can’t compare.”
“In terms of Truth Path mastery, not even Zhang Ruochen, nor most of the Truth God Hall’s ten divine disciples, can match Michael. He might create a miracle, crossing the tenth sea domain and becoming a legend.”
…
On the shore, many cultivators were excited, their eyes filled with admiration.
Two streaks of light shot from the Truth God Hall, arriving at the shore in an instant, their gazes fixed on the Truth Boat struggling through the golden tenth sea domain.
One was Nie Xiangzi, known as “Star-Plucking Hand.”
After losing to Blood Chen Heavenly Lord outside the imperial city, Nie Xiangzi returned to the Truth God Hall to boost his strength quickly.
The other, a man 1.8 meters tall, handsome, clad in a Crane Blue Sky Robe, with a round azure saint jade at his waist and a jade folding fan in hand, exuded refined elegance.
He was another of the Truth God Hall’s ten divine disciples, Dongfang Qingyu, from the Heaven Realm.
Nie Xiangzi said calmly, “Your Heaven Realm is impressive, helping Michael acquire the secret method to condense the Truth Form ‘Earth Below.’”
Though “Earth Below” wasn’t the top Truth Form, it was rare, with few Truth God Hall disciples succeeding in condensing it.
“Brother Nie seems displeased?” Dongfang Qingyu asked with a smile.
Nie Xiangzi replied, “I just dislike such rule-breaking actions.”
“These are matters for gods to decide; why should we worry?” Dongfang Qingyu said.
Nie Xiangzi said no more, focusing on Michael, curious how far he could go in the tenth sea domain.
So far, the furthest distance a Saint King had traveled in the tenth sea domain was twelve li, set by Nie Xiangzi.
The other two divine disciples who crossed the ninth were Thousand-Wing Silver Dragon and Dongfang Qingyu.
Dongfang Qingyu had recently succeeded, advancing only one li in the tenth sea domain.
Soon, Michael fell into the golden seawater, faring better than Dongfang Qingyu, traveling three li in the tenth sea domain.
As Michael returned to shore, many cultivators swarmed him, showering him with flattery, almost worshipful.
As Michael prepared to leave, his gaze landed on Zhang Ruochen.
“Zhang Ruochen.”
Meeting Zhang Ruochen in the Truth Heavenly Domain was unexpected for Michael.
He had come to cultivate here largely because of Zhang Ruochen’s battle outside the Central Imperial City against the Hell Realm’s top powerhouses.
Witnessing Zhang Ruochen’s terrifying prowess had put immense pressure on him.
Following Michael’s gaze, many cultivators noticed Zhang Ruochen, showing surprise.
“Zhang Ruochen’s here too? Is he also crossing the Sea of Truth?”
In an instant, most cultivators shifted their attention to him.
It was inevitable—Zhang Ruochen was a figure of immense interest, every move drawing scrutiny.
Within moments, news of his presence at the Sea of Truth spread like wildfire.
Those in the Truth Heavenly Domain interested in Zhang Ruochen rushed to the Sea of Truth.
“Big Brother, it’s really you!”
A delighted voice rang out.
As Zhang Ruochen turned, a burly, dark figure embraced him in a massive bear hug.
Only Xiang Chunan would show such enthusiasm.
So intimate…
It could easily be misunderstood!
Zhang Ruochen smiled, patted Xiang Chunan, and looked at the two others with him, one being Feng Yan.
The other was unfamiliar yet striking.
This person was exceptionally robust, with a waist thicker than a barrel, legs as wide as a millstone, dark skin, a short neck, a broad face, thick lips, and flared ears, exuding intense masculine vigor—more rugged than most men, yet a woman.
Seeing her, Zhang Ruochen realized something.
Xiang Chunan released him, laughing, “Big Brother, Second Brother and I planned to find you in the Central Imperial City after crossing the Sea of Truth. Didn’t expect to meet you here—true brothers, connected by heart, haha!”
“Oh, Big Brother, let me introduce my junior sister, Qing Sixue. Isn’t she the Heavenly Realm’s top beauty?”
Xiang Chunan looked at Zhang Ruochen expectantly, eager for his approval.
The Heavenly Realm’s top beauty?
Zhang Ruochen coughed twice, confirming his guess—this imposing woman was indeed the junior sister Xiang Chunan had raved about.
Her image matched his description perfectly.
Among the women Zhang Ruochen had met, perhaps only Gai Tianjiao could rival her… beauty…
Such a robust figure was impossible to associate with the name “Qing Sixue.”
Zhang Ruochen touched his nose, saying, “Indeed, she has a unique beauty. You’re lucky, Third Brother.”
Knowing Xiang Chunan’s tastes, he avoided careless remarks. As long as Xiang Chunan was happy, others’ opinions didn’t matter.
“Haha, I knew you’d appreciate true beauty, Big Brother!” Xiang Chunan said.
Pausing, he turned to his junior sister. “Junior Sister, this is my sworn big brother, the top powerhouse below the Great Saint in both the Heavenly and Hell Realms.”
