Wind Rock’s fury surged, his heart originally filled with various considerations, planning to spare the five major sect leaders of the Confucian Realm a way out, yet unexpectedly, they instead slandered him for bullying the weak with strength.
“Boom.”
From the eyes of the central head among Wind Rock’s three heads, two white light pillars surged forth, accompanied by dense wind blades, striking the Thousand Character Classic.
Each character in the Thousand Character Classic was formed from billions of rules, heavy as sacred mountains. However, the power surging from Wind Rock’s pupils was even stronger, like two white heavenly rivers crashing out, merely stalemating for a moment before piercing through the Thousand Character Classic.
All the characters annihilated, reverting to their rule forms.
That Supreme Realm Great Saint spat out blood, his face filled with horror, retreating rapidly.
The other two Supreme Realm Great Saints struck in succession, using the Azure Light Heavenly Scripture and a white holy light lake to impact Wind Rock’s Dao Domain. At the same time, they each unleashed an extremely high-grade King Saint Artifact, both battle weapons nurtured by deities, containing divine power within.
The two sixty-ninth rank initial stage sect leaders, one hurled out a scroll of soldier characters, each transforming into an armoured holy soldier.
In an instant, thousands of troops and horses manifested, with majestic momentum and churning killing intent.
The other sect leader, who specialised in mental power, formed strange mudras with his hands, causing an ink sea to appear above his head.
The ink sea was pitch black, exuding a cold aura, stretching for hundreds of li, containing devouring and destructive dark forces.
The five major sect leaders cooperated seamlessly, striking together, such a formation far more powerful than fighting alone by countless times. Even figures on the Red Dust Absolute Beauty List would find it extremely troublesome to deal with, needing to temporarily avoid the sharp edge.
Yet, Wind Rock was no ordinary powerhouse, he was a figure on the Absolute World Scroll. With the same Supreme Realm cultivation, he could fight many at once. Even with the five major sect leaders joining forces, they could not breach his Dao Domain and defences.
The eyes of his three heads distributed surging white light pillars, lightning light pillars, and flame light pillars, clashing against the battle artifacts unleashed by the three Supreme Realm Great Saints, stalemating in the void.
The two sixty-ninth rank mental power Great Saints posed no small influence on him, with thousands of holy troops impacting his Dao Domain, and the black ink sea covering the sun and moon within it. At the same time, they cast ancient mental power techniques, directly attacking Wind Rock’s holy soul and spirit.
Wen Jue’s gaze was icy cold, he said angrily, “These old fellows from the Confucian Realm are too hateful, each one has cultivated for over ten thousand years, supreme figures of an ancient sect, yet they join hands against Rock Emperor alone.”
He wanted to rush out of the circle, to lend Wind Rock a hand.
Zhang Ruochen blocked him, saying, “The majestic Rock Emperor, descendant of Empress Wa’s daughter Xi Shi, if he cannot even handle a few Supreme Realm Great Saints, would that not make his reputation undeserved?”
“But, Book Gentleman…”
Wen Jue’s heart was filled with anxiety and worry, just about to continue speaking when a miserable cry came from outside, looking over, he was shocked to discover that one of the Confucian Realm’s five major sect leaders, Chen Tiantu, had his defences breached by Wind Rock, a spear piercing through his chest.
Great Saint holy blood sprayed across the sky, scattering like petals.
A bowl-sized blood hole appeared in Chen Tiantu’s chest, he retreated in utter狼狈, his aura weakening greatly.
Cloud Middle Lord wanted to take advantage with a sneak attack, a six-yuan King Saint Artifact grade crimson snake-shaped holy sword in his hand transforming into a flood dragon python dozens of zhang long, attacking Wind Rock’s back like a meteor.
Wind Rock’s left head’s eyes sank, his hands forming a Wind God mudra.
The circular Wind God mudra, two zhang in diameter, suspended behind Wind Rock. Within the mudra, seven ancient patterns and secret diagrams emerged, blocking the holy sword while releasing seven bucket-thick lightning bolts.
“Puff!”
Cloud Middle Lord flew out like a straw man, crashing into the purple-azure chaotic sea.
Strands of chaotic mist, like chains, wrapped around his body, binding him in place.
“Bang!”
“Bang!”
“Bang!”
Wind Rock’s speed was as fast as a gale, his figure shifting three times in succession, unleashing three Supreme-level high-grade holy techniques, blasting away the Supreme Realm Great Saint holding the Azure Light Heavenly Scripture, and the two mental power Great Saints.
Wind Rock’s combat prowess left the cultivators from the Book Realm and Heavenly Dragon Realm all dumbfounded.
Michael stood atop a distant lamp tower, his posture outstanding, a strange light in his eyes, saying, “The five major sect leaders of the Confucian Realm joining forces, yet they cannot last a quarter of an hour in his hands. This Wind Rock, what opportunity did he obtain in the Wa Huang Divine Realm?”
Beside Michael stood a woman also with twelve white wings.
She emanated holy radiance, a halo floating above her head, her face blurred and indistinct, but her figure was beautiful to the extreme, with a slender waist, straight and long legs, an elegant temperament, like the incarnation of the sacred.
This woman was none other than Gu Na Fairy from the Nine Immortals Beauty Chart.
Legend has it that Gu Na Fairy was born with six wings, her body flowing with the most ancient angel bloodline. Possessing such a bloodline, as long as she did not perish prematurely, she was destined to become a god in the future.
Gu Na Fairy said, “Three heads and six arms, one of the most ancient and powerful physiques in the entire Pangu Realm, Wind Rock’s current achievements are not strange at all.”
“Unfortunately, such a rare three-headed six-armed being is about to die here today.” Michael sneered, somewhat eager to try, wanting to personally defeat Wind Rock.
…
“Boom.”
Cloud Middle Lord spat out thirty-six flying swords from his mouth, severing the chaotic mist, breaking free from Wind Rock’s Dao Domain, roaring, “Use the Six Arts Battle Chart.”
The other four Confucian Realm sect leaders turned into four streams of light, converging with Cloud Middle Lord.
A purple scroll sleeve flew out from Cloud Middle Lord’s back.
The scroll sleeve slowly unfurled, releasing pure to the extreme vast righteous qi and silk-mist-like purple divine qi. The power erupting from the chart suppressed Wind Rock’s Dao Domain.
The chaotic qi in the Dao Domain stagnated, unable to flow.
Even Wind Rock’s holy path rules were fixed by the chart’s power, unable to be called upon at will.
The so-called “Six Arts” referred to rites, music, archery, chariot driving, calligraphy, and mathematics.
Under the joint urging of the five major sect leaders, the battle chart enveloped Wind Rock’s Dao Domain. The purple-azure chaotic sea turned into a small lake within the chart, while Wind Rock’s body was fixed at the centre of the small lake.
The Six Arts Battle Chart depicted six Confucian Dao cultivators in different robes.
One in an azure literary robe, hands clasped in salute, courteous and refined, representing “rites.”
One in a luxurious robe, a benevolent old Confucian scholar, sitting under a willow tree, playing the qin, representing “music.”
One in horse trousers and white tight martial attire, a middle-aged man drawing a bow to the full moon, hitting the target from a hundred paces, representing “archery.”
…
At this moment, the six cultivators personally sketched by the Fourth Confucian Ancestor came alive, standing straight from the painting, erupting with auras stronger than any of the Confucian Realm’s five major sect leaders.
Divine power even emanated from their bodies.
Zhang Ruochen had never seen the Fourth Confucian Ancestor, but the instant the Six Arts Battle Chart unfurled, he dared to affirm that this must be his ink treasure.
Zhang Ruochen asked Wen Jue, “How did the battle chart left by the Fourth Confucian Ancestor end up in the hands of Confucian Realm cultivators?”
Wen Jue was clearly also somewhat puzzled, speculating, “Perhaps when the Kunlun Realm’s merit battlefield opened, Confucian Realm cultivators seized it from Kunlun Realm. Of course, it is also possible that the Six Arts Battle Chart had long circulated in the secular world and was obtained by Cloud Middle Lord by chance.”
“Fortunately, the Six Arts Battle Chart was not painted during the Fourth Confucian Ancestor’s peak period, otherwise the power erupting from the chart would be a thousand times stronger than now.”
Zhang Ruochen shook his head with a smile, if it were truly a battle chart left from the Fourth Confucian Ancestor’s peak, how could it possibly end up in the hands of a Great Saint Realm cultivator?
However, even the current Six Arts Battle Chart was invaluable, an extraordinary treasure.
At this thought, Zhang Ruochen’s gaze fell on the battle weapons in the hands of the Confucian Realm’s five major sect leaders, thinking to himself, “For Sunken Abyss to advance to the Supreme Saint Artifact level, it needs to devour a large number of King Saint Artifacts. If relying on purchases, the cost is too great, tonight might be an opportunity.”
Linglong Fairy walked out from the Azure Pear Garden, gazing towards Wind Rock trapped in the battle chart, her eyes filled with worry, saying, “No one expected the Confucian Realm to have a treasure like the Six Arts Battle Chart, we must act to help Rock Emperor break free.”
Zhang Ruochen shook his head, calmly saying, “Do not step out of the circle, it is dangerous outside. Especially for you, Fairy, your main task is to control the divine talisman, to deal with the Peach Blossom that may appear at any time.”
“But Rock Emperor…” Linglong Fairy said.
Zhang Ruochen interrupted her, saying, “No need to worry about him, for us, these old fellows from the Confucian Realm pose no threat at all. The greatest threat is still Peach Blossom. Only by luring him out first and dealing with him do we have a chance of survival today. Otherwise, it is certain death.”
Linglong Fairy looked at Zhang Ruochen with extremely complex eyes, truly unable to understand why this man before her could say the four words “certain death” so lightly?
She was just about to ask how to lure out Peach Blossom.
From outside the circle came an incomparably powerful wave of force, accompanied by deafening rumbling, shaking Linglong Fairy and Wen Jue both to retreat several steps.
In Wind Rock’s chaotic Dao Domain, a scene of opening heaven and earth emerged.
A divine shadow of unknown height emerged from the chaos, breaking through the suppression of the Six Arts Battle Chart.
This divine shadow was a female form, human body with a snake tail, emanating unparalleled ancient charm. Though merely a shadow, the aura it released was a few points stronger than a false god’s divine might.
“It is the Wa Huang divine shadow, he actually managed to awaken Wa Huang’s ancient power.” One of the Confucian Realm sect leaders exclaimed in shock.
“Wind Spirit Art!”
Divine power fluctuations thick and profound emanated from Wind Rock’s body as he unleashed the Wind Clan’s ancestral divine ability.
To cultivate a divine ability to great completion, one must first store divine qi within the body.
Wind Spirit Art, Wind Rock had already cultivated to great completion, it was his strongest trump card.
“Boom.”
The divine ability struck out, piercing through the six figures in the Six Arts Battle Chart, while sending the five major sect leaders flying like five falling leaves.
Zhang Ruochen seized this opportunity, reaching out into the void, the Six Arts Battle Chart rolling up accordingly and appearing in his hand.
One treasure obtained!
Wind Rock naturally would not miss this chance, unleashing an exquisite clone holy technique, his body dividing into five, preparing to capture the Confucian Realm’s five major sect leaders.
But just then, a sudden change occurred.
One of his clones had just seized the Heavenly Rites Sect leader Cloud Middle Lord.
Cloud Middle Lord’s old face suddenly twisted, appearing extremely pained, a dry voice issuing from his mouth, looking utterly ferocious.
“What is wrong with you?”
Wind Rock had just asked this when Cloud Middle Lord’s Supreme Law Body exploded apart, turning into a mass of blood mist, even his indestructible Great Saint bones pulverised to powder.
