The injuries of Yushan Dragon Emperor, Wen Emperor, and Gai Tianjiao have stabilised, and their lives are no longer in danger. Naturally, the Great Saints of Kunlun Realm are no longer hesitant, and many are eager to fight to the death with Blade God Realm.
Nalan Danqing’s gaze turned to Zhang Ruochen.
If he could act, Kunlun Realm would surely overcome this crisis.
However, she understood that in the Heavenly Court, Zhang Ruochen had to conceal his true strength. Once exposed, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Wan Canglan, however, had no such concerns. She stepped forward to Zhang Ruochen and said, “At the North Cliff of Book Mountain, didn’t you speak confidently, claiming you could easily break the situation? I still remember your words, something about using their own methods against them. Isn’t it time to show your extraordinary skills?”
Nalan Danqing felt helpless about Wan Canglan’s straightforward nature, which was why she dared not tell her the truth. This martial saint sister was too direct, never knowing tact or concealment.
She quickly stepped forward to stop Wan Canglan, trying to pull her back.
“Why are you stopping me, Danqing? This great expert before us doesn’t even take Shang Ziyu or Paradise Realm seriously. To him, Blade God Realm is probably no different from chickens and dogs,” Wan Canglan said.
Zhang Ruochen replied, “You’re right. Those Great Saints of Blade God Realm are indeed like chickens and dogs. To deal with them, what strategy is needed? A single sword strike will do.”
Many Saint Realm cultivators of Kunlun Realm overheard this, and some showed displeasure.
Blade God Realm is the fourth-ranked powerhouse in the Western Universe, with the strongest blade inheritance. Even dominant worlds wouldn’t underestimate them. How could a mere Great Saint dare to speak so arrogantly?
If it were Yan Wushen from Hell Realm, or Que, saying such words, people might not react so strongly, instead finding it domineering and befitting the boldness of a Primordial Genius.
When other cultivators say such things, it’s either foolish or truly arrogant.
In short, it was excessively conceited.
Wan Canglan’s gaze shifted to Fairy Immortal, as if to say, “See how arrogant this guy is? Now you understand.”
Zhang Ruochen seemed oblivious to the strange looks from the cultivators and continued, “I have two friends with deep ties to Kunlun Realm, practically Kunlun Realm cultivators. If they act, repelling this provocation from Blade God Realm won’t be difficult.”
Who among Kunlun Realm’s powerhouses knows the realm better than they do?
The strongest below the divine realm in Kunlun Realm is likely the spirit of Sword Pavilion, Seven-Coloured Haitang.
However, Sword Pavilion is aiming to become a divine artefact, and its spirit must not suffer any mishap.
Compared to a Saint Domain, a divine artefact is obviously more important.
Besides, what other powerhouses could repel Blade God Realm?
At this moment, an old man carrying four battle swords, accompanied by a group of Four Symbols Sect Saint Realm cultivators, entered the Domain Mansion.
The old man said, “Everyone, I’ll take on Blade God Realm’s challenge.”
A reawakened cultivator recognised him and hurried to pay respects, saying, “I heard Senior Huo was in seclusion to break through to the divine realm. Why have you emerged?”
This old man was one of Kunlun Realm’s few Great Saint-level reawakened cultivators, a demigod of Four Symbols Sect from the Middle Ages, named Huo Shanhai.
Such a figure should have been in seclusion, striving for the divine realm.
His emergence now was clearly out of necessity.
Huo Shanhai’s vital energy was robust, with over ten trillion Saint Path rules in his body, exuding an extraordinary aura. He said, “Kunlun Realm’s mortal world still needs top powerhouses to hold the fort. I can only come out temporarily to deal with Blade God Realm’s provocation. Come, follow me to see what kind of experts Blade God Realm has below the divine realm.”
“With Senior Huo emerging, we have a backbone.”
Huo Shanhai’s arrival greatly boosted Kunlun Realm’s morale, and no one paid further attention to Zhang Ruochen’s earlier bold words.
The group marched out of the Domain Mansion, heading toward the border of Golden Tree Saint Domain and Golden Sand Saint Source.
In the Domain Mansion, only a few cultivators remained to care for the severely injured Wen Emperor, Gai Tianjiao, and Yushan Dragon Emperor.
Wen Emperor and Nalan Danqing approached Zhang Ruochen.
Wen Emperor’s gaze fixed on Zhang Ruochen, his expression calm. He said, “Thank you for your earlier assistance. Such a great kindness, Nalan Mo will remember for a lifetime.”
Referring to himself by name, Wen Emperor clearly recognised the other’s formidable cultivation and treated him as an equal.
“No need for such courtesy, Senior. You’re Cainü’s grandfather. Given my friendship with Cainü, helping you was only natural,” Zhang Ruochen said, clasping his fists.
Wen Emperor asked, “What mysterious technique did you use? Why couldn’t I, with my mental strength, see your true appearance?”
This person’s origins were unclear, his cultivation profound, and he was too close to Nalan Danqing. Naturally, Wen Emperor was concerned and wanted to clarify his identity.
Zhang Ruochen’s surrounding space was distorted, and he altered the rules of heaven and earth with his Saint Will, further concealing himself with mental strength.
Even a deity with seventieth-order mental strength would struggle to discern his appearance.
Zhang Ruochen looked at Nalan Danqing and said, “Cainü, tell Senior Wen Emperor my identity. I trust him.”
Nalan Danqing sent a mental message to Wen Emperor.
Wen Emperor’s eyes widened in shock. Despite his composure, he couldn’t help but tremble, pointing at Zhang Ruochen in disbelief.
But moments later, Wen Emperor regained his calm.
He said, “I never expected it to be you. Why have you come to the Heavenly Court? It’s too dangerous!”
“I have reasons I must come for,” Zhang Ruochen replied.
Wen Emperor pondered for a moment, shaking his head. “This won’t do. Deliberately hiding yourself will only draw attention from other cultivators. Few Saint Realm cultivators might see through your methods, but if a deity notices you, it’ll be very dangerous.”
“Thank you for your concern, Senior Wen Emperor. I’m confident in protecting myself.”
Zhang Ruochen wasn’t being overconfident.
When heading to the Primordial Singularity, his body was shattered into particles and took countless years to reform, drastically altering his aura.
Even if a deity saw his appearance, they wouldn’t know it was Zhang Ruochen.
Moreover, Zhang Ruochen could shift his bones and flesh to change his appearance, and with the cover of his First-Rank Saint Will, deities would only see a stranger’s face.
Wen Emperor took out a scroll and handed it to Zhang Ruochen, saying, “This is a face drawn by the Fourth Confucian Ancestor himself. When necessary, you can wear it to change your appearance and hide your aura.”
Zhang Ruochen accepted it without hesitation.
Wen Emperor asked, “You mentioned earlier that you have two friends from Kunlun Realm, very powerful, capable of repelling Blade God Realm. Do such people really exist?”
Zhang Ruochen nodded.
Wen Emperor asked, “Where are they?”
“They’re with me,” Zhang Ruochen said.
Wen Emperor bowed to Zhang Ruochen, who quickly supported him, saying, “Senior, if you have something to say, just say it. Don’t do this, or Cainü will blame me.”
Wen Emperor looked worriedly at the southern sky and said, “Blade God Realm is formidable, especially the mysterious cultivator who injured me.”
“Are you worried that Kunlun Realm’s demigod reawakener will lose?” Zhang Ruochen asked.
Wen Emperor said, “Huo Shanhai’s combat strength is great, but Blade God Realm has many Supreme Realm Great Saints. If they use a war of attrition, even a demigod could be worn down.”
Zhang Ruochen replied, “Blade God Realm likely won’t use a war of attrition. Their goal today is to crush the confidence and fighting spirit of Kunlun Realm’s Great Saints. They’ll opt for a swift, decisive battle.”
Wen Emperor placed his hopes on Zhang Ruochen, saying, “If Huo Shanhai falls, can your two friends hold their ground?”
“They can hold, and even strike back,” Zhang Ruochen said confidently.
“Good!”
…
Zhang Ruochen, along with the God-Devil Rat, headed toward the Saint Domain’s border.
The God-Devil Rat already knew Zhang Ruochen’s true identity and wept, “Master Dust, you’re finally back. With you here, our Kunlun Realm can hold its head high!”
“We must teach Canglan Technique a harsh lesson. He’s the one who severely injured the Sect Leader and forced her to marry that useless Xu Xu.”
Zhang Ruochen said, “Unfortunately, I’m no longer a cultivator of Kunlun Realm.”
“Where’s Blackie? If it acts, it could take down a bunch. It’s said to be invincible below the divine realm.”
Zhang Ruochen said, “It’s not here.”
“What do we do then? Master Dust, won’t you avenge the Sect Leader?” the God-Devil Rat said, looking distressed.
Zhang Ruochen replied, “Everyone must learn to face challenges themselves. No matter how tough, as long as you endure, there’s a chance to see the dawn and achieve glory. Of course, bullying Feiyu is bullying me, Zhang Ruochen. This grudge must be settled, and settled fiercely.”
As he spoke, Zhang Ruochen cautiously used the mysteries of space to conceal the aura of the Qiankun Realm, bringing out Stone Emperor and Sword Emperor from it.
Although much of his spatial mysteries were burned and released back into the heavens when nearing the Singularity, when his First-Rank Saint Will was formed, the Yin-Yang Taiji Seal absorbed some of those spatial and temporal mysteries back.
Stone Emperor’s true form was Xuanhuang Stone, fused with the spiritual wills of six deities.
Sword Emperor was the sword intent of a Middle Ages sword god, combined with vast amounts of saint and divine qi, forming a body and developing spiritual intelligence, similar to the Cosmic Divine Embryo Lan Ying.
Stone Emperor and Sword Emperor also gained great opportunities from the Origin Temple.
A thousand years ago, their cultivation far surpassed that of the Great and Second Sikong. After a millennium of cultivation, their realms were even deeper than those two monks.
Especially Sword Emperor, who, in the Sword Mountain of Qiankun Realm, inherited the legacy of an ancient sword god from Sword Realm, cultivating the Heavenly Soul Sword and his own sword soul, unearthing a Supreme Saint Weapon sword and gaining some sword mysteries.
Among Kunlun Realm’s current Great Saints, Zhang Ruochen believed none could surpass Sword Emperor.
Why didn’t Shang Xia and Shang Yue, both demigods, dare resist Zhang Ruochen?
There was no need for Zhang Ruochen to act. Sword Emperor, Stone Emperor, or Saint Devourer Flower could handle them alone.
Zhang Ruochen, God-Devil Rat, Stone Emperor, and Sword Emperor arrived at the border of Golden Tree Saint Domain and Golden Sand Saint Domain. Looking across, they saw a golden saint river, its opposite bank shrouded in surging saint mist.
Figures of extraordinary presence sat by the riverbank.
Michael’s white saint light was particularly dazzling.
