Zhenyuan, with three ways reaching divine mastery, stunned cultivators from all realms.
A cultivator from the Heavenly Court, overwhelmed with excitement, said, “Legend! Today, we’ve all witnessed a legend! Zhenyuan is a legend!”
“Unbelievable! Three ways at divine mastery. Zhenyuan likely has the strength to rival Yuanhui-level geniuses.”
“In terms of talent in the Way of the Five Elements, throughout history, few cultivators could compare with Zhenyuan, could they? We’re truly witnessing a legend. Only in legends do such prodigies exist.”
“Throughout history, there have been many glorious eras, but even when the Saint Realm still existed, no era produced so many heroic geniuses.”
“What is a legend? What we’re seeing now will be a legend passed down for millions of years.”
“What is a legend? This Ten Realms War will surely be recorded in the history of the Heavenly Court and Hell. Every participant’s name will be remembered ten thousand years, a million years from now.”
In this Ten Realms War, one after another, astonishingly brilliant cultivators emerged from the Heavenly Court and Hell, inspiring awe, reverence, and worship.
This is the most glorious era, where they command the winds and rains, each displaying divine prowess.
“People claim Emperor Donghua is the top powerhouse under Yin Yuanchen in the Heavenly Court, but I disagree. Zhenyuan should be the one.”
Zhuo Yunong, holding a dossier, reviewed information about Zhenyuan and sighed, “It’s a pity Zhenyuan was born without the metal element. Otherwise, he could have fully mastered the Five Elements’ Saintly Intent.”
“What are you sighing about?”
Banya furrowed her brow slightly, letting out a soft hum. “If Zhenyuan had mastered all Five Elements, he’d be a great enemy to the Hell Realm. Now, no matter how dazzling he is, he’s inherently flawed. The Destiny Temple has Que. For him to challenge Que won’t be so easy.”
“No matter what, this man is remarkable. His future achievements are unimaginable. We must find a way to eliminate him. Your Highness… what are you looking at?”
Zhuo Yunong followed Banya’s gaze and saw the sub-divine warship carrying Xia Yu, Chi Kongle, and the mysterious man, heading towards Ji Wen Island, cutting through the water.
“The outcome is decided. Let’s go,” Banya said.
A great saint summoned a several-hundred-zhang-long azure jade ancient ship, placing it at the island’s edge in the water. Banya boarded first.
The Destiny Temple cultivators followed closely behind her.
The ship raised its sails and left the Ruins.
The battle soon reached its conclusion.
Blood Slaughter lost!
But, though defeated, he earned honour.
He displayed the combat power of a Yuanhui-level representative, forcing Zhenyuan to reveal his true strength. Losing to a legendary figure with three divine ways was no disgrace.
Instead, this battle might ensure Blood Slaughter’s name is recorded in history alongside Zhenyuan’s.
Upon arriving at Ji Wen Island, Zhang Ruochen sensed divine senses attempting to approach and probe him.
He shattered them with a wave of his hand.
Ordinary gods, unless they sent avatars or pseudo-gods, held little threat to Zhang Ruochen. Mere divine senses probing him were beneath his notice.
Another god with mental power exceeding the seventieth level enveloped Zhang Ruochen, attempting to uncover his true identity.
“A堂堂神灵 wishing to probe a saint realm cultivator should show themselves directly. Why skulk about? If you appear, I’ll surely bow and pay my respects.”
Zhang Ruochen clasped his hands, forming a strange vortex between his palms, absorbing the powerful mental power approaching him.
“Boom!”
He thrust his palms forward, causing an explosion that sank the ground ahead.
In the void, a god let out an angry hum, shaking Zhang Ruochen’s blood to a boil.
“Swoosh!”
A pillar of blood qi descended from the sky, forming the Blood Empress’s figure on the ground.
Radiating divine light, the Blood Empress caused countless divine rule patterns to appear in the heavens and earth, like blood-red lightning weaving through the air.
Her eyes were icy, scanning all directions.
The gods probing Zhang Ruochen retreated.
The Blood Empress led Zhang Ruochen, Xia Yu, and Chi Kongle to a valley on Ji Wen Island.
An ordinary valley, transformed into a divine one after the Blood Empress resided there for a year or two. The soil turned sacred, sprouting blood-red treasure herbs.
Xia Yu and Chi Kongle stood at a distance, watching the Blood Empress and Zhang Ruochen walk side by side, speaking to each other. Suddenly, the Blood Empress stopped, gently touching Zhang Ruochen’s face, tears in her eyes.
Xia Yu rarely saw the Blood Empress so tender and gentle.
It’s well-known among Hell Realm cultivators that the Blood Empress is fiercely dominant. A thousand years ago, Zhang Ruochen’s fall caused a storm of blood and chaos in the Hell Realm.
Even with her disciple, she was often stern.
Regarding his whereabouts over the past thousand years, Zhang Ruochen said little, only telling the Blood Empress he cultivated at Saint Monk Xumi’s passing place, perfecting his First-Grade Saintly Intent.
“From the way you handled that god’s mental power earlier, I sensed your Saintly Intent is extraordinary. Excellent! Fusing the Yin-Yang and Five Elements Saintly Intent into a First-Grade level, my son is no less than Yan Wushen.”
“If your grandfather knew, he’d be overjoyed.”
“His greatest regret was failing to pursue a First-Grade Saintly Intent. In recent millennia, whenever he mentioned Yan Wushen or Wu Qingzong, his tone carried envy and reflection.”
The Blood Empress’s eyes brimmed with joy, delighted by Zhang Ruochen’s achievements.
Yan Wushen’s cultivation of the “Six Paths Reincarnation Saintly Intent” is no secret in the true gods’ world. All gods believe it’s the only confirmed First-Grade Saintly Intent in ancient and modern times.
Zhang Ruochen’s Limitless Saintly Intent includes not only Yin-Yang and Five Elements but also time and space.
However, its time is the universe’s time.
Its space is the universe’s space.
Though a god, the Blood Empress couldn’t see through this.
Zhang Ruochen weighed whether to reveal the secret of his Limitless Saintly Intent.
The Blood Empress summoned the Six Directions Heavenly Venerable Cauldron, retrieving an Emperor-Grade Saint Pill and handing it to Zhang Ruochen. “You’re grown now, a top powerhouse in the secular world with your own cultivation path. You don’t need to tell your mother everything like a child.”
“This Emperor-Grade Saint Pill, which you left with me, should aid you in breaking through to the Limitless level and condensing a Limitless Law Body.”
Zhang Ruochen found the Six Directions Heavenly Venerable Cauldron inside the third Dark Star during the Hunting Heaven Battlefield. Because its spirit was long dormant, posing great variables and dangers, he entrusted it to the Blood Empress.
Zhang Ruochen accepted the pill, which he could indeed use now.
“Mother, I returned mainly to save Father,” Zhang Ruochen said.
At this, the Blood Empress’s expression grew heavy and sorrowful. She composed herself and said sternly, “You’d best not meddle in your father’s affairs. Never mention the word ‘save’ again.”
Zhang Ruochen said calmly, “If not to save Father, I might not have returned to the Hell Realm. Mother, you know I won’t stand by while Father is imprisoned in the Destiny Temple.”
“Do you know why the Destiny Temple only imprisons your father and hasn’t executed him?” the Blood Empress asked.
Zhang Ruochen replied, “A dead god is worth less than a living one.”
“You know this, yet you’d go to your death?” the Blood Empress said.
Zhang Ruochen’s eyes showed a trace of bitterness. “Mother, death isn’t frightening. If Father is imprisoned in the Destiny Temple and I do nothing out of fear, I’d live worse than dead.”
His words struck the Blood Empress’s heart.
Her deep love for Emperor Ming made his imprisonment and suffering in the Destiny Temple unbearable for her.
She had considered many strategies to save him but rejected them all.
Emperor Ming’s crimes were too grave. Expecting the Destiny Temple to release him was a pipe dream. Forcibly rescuing him from the temple was harder than ascending to heaven.
Even a God Venerable couldn’t do it.
“What’s your plan?” the Blood Empress asked.
Zhang Ruochen said, “I don’t have a solid plan yet, but to rescue someone from the Destiny Temple, I need two things. First, I must gain the Destiny Temple’s trust. Second, I need the qualifications to negotiate with them.”
The Blood Empress sighed. “Both are too difficult for you. The second, when your cultivation reaches a high enough level, like becoming a War God or Great Clan Leader of the Undying Blood Clan, or a God King or God Venerable, the Destiny Temple will naturally take you seriously, seeing you as an opponent or ally.”
“But the first isn’t about cultivation strength. The stronger you are, the more the Destiny Temple will fear you.”
Zhang Ruochen said, “Then find an ally deeply trusted by the Destiny Temple. As for the second, I don’t need such high cultivation. I can start laying the groundwork now.”
“Now? You mean the Ten Realms War?” the Blood Empress asked.
Zhang Ruochen looked to the sky, exuding the ambition of a soaring swan. “The Ten Realms War is an opportunity. Since I’ve encountered it, I must seize it. To negotiate with the Destiny Temple, I need to build my leverage step by step.”
“Since you have such resolve, I’ll send word to your grandfather to assist you. I believe he’d be delighted,” the Blood Empress said.
Seeing the Blood Empress and Zhang Ruochen no longer arguing, Xia Yu approached. “Master, Senior Brother, someone outside the valley seeks an audience.”
Before the Blood Empress, she naturally called Zhang Ruochen Senior Brother.
With their powerful mental strength, the Blood Empress and Zhang Ruochen knew who had come.
“She’s here for you. Handle it yourself.”
With a slight spatial tremor, the Blood Empress’s figure vanished.
