No one dares to respond!
Before today, everyone believed that the Ten Realms War would inevitably end with the Infernal Realm’s complete victory over the Heavenly Court, showcasing powerful mortal strength to boost morale for the upcoming cosmic-level war.
Who could have imagined that in the end, it was Zhang Ruochen alone who defeated the entire Heavenly Court and Infernal Realm?
This is the momentum of one man against the world!
Young in age yet already the Lord of the Ten Realms, his prestige shakes the universe, initially revealing the domineering aura of being the only supreme one.
The cultivators of the Heavenly Court retreat like a tide, leaving the sea area where the Ruins of Return are located.
The sea water ripples.
On the sea surface, the chaotic energy, it is feared, will not dissipate for a thousand years.
The treasure-blue ancient ship sways gently in the waves.
The various saints of the Temple of Destiny discuss animatedly.
Some are excited by Zhang Ruochen’s powerful combat prowess. Some have gloomy expressions, ghostly flames appearing in their eyes, their demeanours displeased. Some show worry on their faces, whispering softly with the cultivators beside them.
Prajna holds the Fate Deciding Staff, perhaps due to severe vital energy loss, appearing somewhat delicate and weak, and says, “Let us go! The Ten Realms War has already ended, it is time to leave the Indefinite Divine Sea!”
“Goddess Your Highness, please wait a moment.”
A hundred zhang away from the ancient ship, space trembles.
Zhang Ruochen flies out from the void and descends onto the deck of the ancient ship, landing in front of Prajna.
The discussions on the ancient ship cease, but the gazes of all the Temple of Destiny cultivators fall on Zhang Ruochen, their eyes filled with wariness, reverence, fanaticism.
More than that, however, is curiosity.
Curious about what relationship this unparalleled combat prowess saint, the Great Saint Ruochen, has with Goddess Your Highness?
As for Blood Slaughter, at the end of the battle between the four Yuan Hui level geniuses, he had quietly slipped away.
Zuo Yunnong’s expression is quite unnatural.
A thousand years ago, he had considerable enmity with Zhang Ruochen and worries about facing retaliation.
Zhang Ruochen looks at her with concern in his eyes and says, “Your injuries…”
“It is fine!”
Prajna’s countenance is icy cold as she says, “The Gate of True Self has already reformed, with some time in seclusion, my cultivation should be able to recover, no need for Saint Son Ruochen to worry.”
Zhang Ruochen originally wanted to use the Supreme Holy Intent to assist her in healing a few more times, and at the same time, he wanted to find a private opportunity to clarify some doubts in his heart.
However, seeing her attitude that keeps people at a thousand miles away, Zhang Ruochen finds countless words stuck in his throat, unable to speak them.
If she truly has no feelings, why could she so decisively abandon her entire cultivation to help him break through?
If she merely wants to make amends for the harm she once caused him, yet Zhang Ruochen had long ago said that the two of them no longer owe each other anything.
Zhang Ruochen feels guilt and a sense of debt towards her, or rather, towards the former Huang Yanchen. Perhaps, she feels the same.
When two people’s emotions are tainted with guilt and debt, they have already become heavy, no longer so pure.
Moreover, both of them have identities and concerns that cannot be revealed, many words simply cannot be spoken.
Prajna seems to feel that treating Zhang Ruochen with such an attitude is not quite appropriate, after all, her previous actions are absolutely not the behaviour of two unrelated cultivators.
Deliberately distancing herself would instead arouse suspicion.
She says, “Congratulations to Saint Son Ruochen on your return after a millennium, and congratulations to Saint Son Ruochen on becoming the Lord of the Ten Realms. Prajna has always remembered that life-and-death camaraderie inside the Dark Star. If Saint Son goes to the Mountain of Destiny in the future, do not forget this friend of yours.”
The Temple of Destiny cultivators standing not far away all reveal expressions of sudden realization.
So the friendship between Goddess Your Highness and Zhang Ruochen was established during the War of Hunting the Heavens.
It is unknown how many years they spent together inside the Dark Star back then, and what exactly happened?
Their minds wander with associations, even linking it to the life-and-death battle between Zhang Ruochen and Yan Wushen on the day of the engagement banquet that year. Who dares to say that battle had absolutely no relation to Goddess Your Highness?
Zuo Yunnong secretly notes Prajna’s words, planning to report them to the gods of the Adjudication Division upon return.
Zhang Ruochen, with his perceptive mind, understands the reason for her words, a glint in his eyes as he deliberately shows a frivolous demeanour, smiling, “Goddess Your Highness, rest assured, even if I, Zhang Ruochen, forget everyone in the world, I will not forget you.”
The cultivators of the Infernal Realm all know Zhang Ruochen’s romantic nature, so they do not harbour much suspicion.
However, quite a few cultivators feel jealous and envious, cursing inwardly, “Damn Zhang Ruochen, to have such an intimate relationship with Goddess Your Highness, all the good things in the world have been taken by you!”
There are also cultivators who sigh that Zhang Ruochen, carrying the glory of the Ten Realms War, shakes the world and has become the most scorching hot legendary figure of the current era, who knows how many peerless women will be harmed by him in the future, it is truly infuriating.
“Brother Chen!”
In the distance, the divine ship of the Tianluo Divine Kingdom approaches, resembling a crimson elongated island.
Luo Yi is noble and elegant, her long hair swaying, standing at the bow of the divine ship. Behind her stand figures with powerful auras, all top great saints of the Rakshasa Clan.
Prajna’s phoenix eyes are calm as she says, “Princess Your Highness has come to find you!”
Zhang Ruochen hesitates to speak, then takes a step back, cups his fists, and says, “Farewell!”
The Temple of Destiny cultivators all show expressions of envy and jealousy.
Both the Destiny Goddess and Princess Luo Yi are extraordinary women who gather beauty, talent, and aptitude in one, to gain the favour of even one of them is the dream of cultivators throughout the world.
Yet Zhang Ruochen can go back and forth between the two women, truly making others green with envy.
“Swish”
The array of the divine ship activates.
Zhang Ruochen transforms into a streak of blood light and flies into it.
“Greetings to Great Saint Ruochen.”
The group of Rakshasa Clan great saints all cup their hands together and bow to Zhang Ruochen.
They smile on their faces, their emotions excited.
Evidently, Zhang Ruochen’s cultivation and strength have won their respect and admiration, and with his special relationship with Princess Luo Yi, they naturally regard Zhang Ruochen as one of their own.
Zhang Ruochen returns their salute and does not act overly aloof.
Luo Sheng Tian has a stern face and snorts coldly, “Finally you deign to come! On Ji Gen Island, this prince visited you several times, only to be refused outside the valley. Now Great Saint Ruochen not only has higher cultivation, but also a much larger face!”
“Imperial Brother!”
Luo Yi glares at him with a resentful look in her eyes.
Zhang Ruochen’s gaze falls on Luo Sheng Tian as he smiles, “I have heard about this from Xia Yu, at that time I was truly in seclusion, wanting to break through two Yuan Hui numbers before the Ten Realms War. If there was any offence, please do not blame me, Divine Prince Your Highness.”
Luo Sheng Tian says, “When Goddess Your Highness visited, you were not in seclusion. When this prince went, you were in seclusion, how very coincidental.”
“Imperial Brother, everyone is watching, as the dignified Divine Prince, how can your magnanimity be so small?” Luo Yi’s eyes carry a tone of reproach.
“This prince has small magnanimity? This prince is doing this for what… never mind…”
Luo Sheng Tian turns and strides away, fuming.
Zhang Ruochen naturally knows that Luo Sheng Tian is not a petty person, the reason for such great resentment is certainly not because of such a small matter. It must be because, upon his return after a millennium, he did not go to see Luo Yi first.
Luo Sheng Tian is venting injustice for his own sister.
In this way, Luo Yi can still speak up for him, and Zhang Ruochen feels quite moved in his heart.
Zhang Ruochen stares at Luo Yi’s snow-white yet charming face, meeting her lively eyes, and says, “A millennium apart, Princess Your Highness’s beauty surpasses the past.”
“Did you say the same thing to Goddess Prajna when you went to meet her just now?” Luo Yi blinks her eyes and asks.
Zhang Ruochen is speechless.
“I am joking with you.”
Luo Yi turns around and instructs a group of beautiful Rakshasa women, “Today Great Saint Ruochen has defeated all the heroes and geniuses of the Heavenly Court and Infernal Realm, becoming the Lord of the Ten Realms, it is a day of great joy, we must sing and dance, with fine wine and delicacies, set up a banquet to celebrate.”
Zhang Ruochen originally wanted to refuse, but thinking that there are important matters to discuss with Luo Yi, he agrees.
“Princess Your Highness, we shall go and prepare right away.”
Those Rakshasa women quickly withdraw.
…
The soldiers of the Blood Emperor Divine Demon Camp have been watching the battle from the distant sea area.
Seeing Zhang Ruochen winning battle after battle, growing stronger with each fight, not only beheading Chu Jian and Shang Zi An, but also defeating three Yuan Hui level geniuses, each one of them boils with hot blood and feels proud as if it were their own achievement.
However, Qi Lin Zi, Qing Xun Yun, and Huo Xi are all chilled to the bone.
Huo Xi’s face is pale, it has been many years since she felt such intense fear, and she says, “It is said that Zhang Ruochen bears grudges and is ruthless and cruel.”
“It is not just said, it is fact. Did you not see, earlier if not for Goddess Prajna’s intervention, Southern Saint would probably have been killed by him already.” Qing Xun Yun sighs deeply, “This time we have provoked an enemy we should not have. Huo Xi is fortunate, Zhang Ruochen generally does not kill beautiful women, she probably can preserve her life.”
Huo Xi’s face regains a bit of colour, if Zhang Ruochen truly takes a fancy to her, this matter may not turn danger into fortune.
Qi Lin Zi says, “Why are you two so panicked? Even if Zhang Ruochen is strong, does he dare to kill the camp master of the Blood Emperor Divine Demon Camp? Moreover, although we have offended him, it is not a deadly feud, perhaps it can still be resolved.”
“In my view, to settle this matter, it needs to be done in two steps.”
“First step, we take the initiative to send divine stones and offer apologies. And I can hand over the position of camp master to him or Xia Yu, which would express sufficient sincerity.”
“If even then he does not accept our apology, then we can only immediately return to the Undying Divine Hall and break through to the divine realm. Once we step into the divine realm, naturally we no longer need to fear him.”
“Let us first go find Xia Yu, she might be easier to talk to.” Huo Xi says.
Qing Xun Yun nods solemnly, “Zhang Ruochen is too overbearing, indeed we cannot go to see him directly. If we can first gain Xia Yu’s forgiveness, resolving this grudge should be somewhat easier.”
Huo Xi and Qing Xun Yun do not think that stepping into the divine realm would allow them to rest easy, because with Zhang Ruochen’s current cultivation, it is feared he will break into the divine realm in no time.
Moreover, hastily breaking through is extremely dangerous.
The treasure-blue ancient ship sails rapidly in the direction away from the Ruins of Return.
Prajna turns back to glance at the divine ship of the Tianluo Divine Kingdom, her heart filled with mixed feelings, perhaps jealousy, perhaps envy, perhaps longing.
How could she not want more opportunities to be alone with Zhang Ruochen, yet she fears indulging in the present happiness and forgetting the purpose of coming to the Infernal Realm.
“You are now Prajna, no longer Huang Yanchen.”
