Xue Tu could no longer control his mouth, slurring his words: “You should all know that Wujiang has deep feelings for Prajna Divine Maiden, a devoted romantic at heart.”
“But, after arriving at the Life-Death Boundary Star, he accidentally discovered my senior brother in a secret rendezvous with Prajna Divine Maiden, which immediately shattered his mental state, like being struck by five thunderbolts, and he disregarded the rule that divine spirits must not interfere in the secular world, attempting to kill my senior brother.”
“But Prajna Divine Maiden’s heart is entirely on my senior brother, so naturally she had to stop him.”
“Wujiang saw Prajna Divine Maiden fighting him fiercely for my senior brother, which filled him with even greater rage. As the saying goes, the depth of love is the depth of hate, this battle ultimately became unstoppable, leading to the fall of three divine spirits from the Nether Hall.”
One divine son sighed: “A single word ‘love’ sparking a bloodbath. Tragic, truly tragic!”
It was unclear whether he meant Wujiang’s tragedy or the tragedy of those three fallen divine spirits.
Xue Tu let out a sigh of lament: “Although Wujiang has a noble status and exceptional talent, compared to my senior brother, he pales in comparison. Ridiculous, he actually turned love into hate, wanting to destroy Prajna Divine Maiden, truly overestimating himself, and deserving of his current fate.”
“Wujiang wants to destroy Prajna Divine Maiden? What does that mean?” That divine son asked curiously.
Xue Tu shook his head: “How would I know what he intends to do? You all understand, a cultivator whose mental state has collapsed and is burning with jealousy is no different from a madman, capable of anything.”
The crowd nodded in agreement, chiming in.
Zi Ling Divine Maiden asked: “Why has Ru Chen Sword God suddenly come to the Life-Death Boundary Star, what is he planning to do? I heard he is under a curse, unable to break through to become a god in this lifetime, coming to the Life-Death Boundary Star, could it be related to this?”
Xue Tu jolted alert, as if sobered by wine, his gaze grave as he stared at Zi Ling Divine Maiden: “This divine son… did not say anything reckless just now, did he?”
Zi Ling Divine Maiden carefully observed Xue Tu, not expecting his cultivation to be so profound, sobering up so quickly.
Thus, she hurriedly said: “No, nothing.”
“Nothing! The divine son said nothing just now.” The crowd said this.
“That is good, that is good.”
Xue Tu revealed a worried expression, hurriedly stood up, cupped his hands: “Farewell to all! If this divine son said anything improper earlier, please keep it confidential. I beg you!”
After Xue Tu left the One Tree Cloud Smoke Wine Residence, streams of messages turned into light talismans, spreading rapidly and swiftly.
On the other side.
The Nether Race cultivators dispatched by Xue Tu also spread the rumour.
Compared to Xue Tu’s “slip of the tongue after wine” in the One Tree Cloud Smoke Wine Residence, although these rumours from the Nether Race cultivators caused some impact, the true powerhouses, upon hearing them, merely laughed them off, paying no heed.
Nu Tian God Venerable is Xu Mi Saint Monk?
Prajna Divine Maiden is a cultivator from Kunlun Realm?
There could be no funnier joke!
In the eyes of these powerhouses, with the Nether Hall suffering the consecutive fall of three divine spirits on the Life-Death Boundary Star, incurring heavy losses, and unable to retaliate openly, they resorted to this muddled move out of resentment.
It was indeed a muddled move.
All cultivators could see that they were retaliating against Prajna Divine Maiden.
As the strongest divine maiden of the Fate God Temple in this Yuan Hui, if Prajna Divine Maiden could be toppled so easily, that would be the strange thing.
Luo, the fourth son of the Ghost Lord, stood on the top floor of the One Tree Cloud Smoke Wine Residence, overlooking the entire brightly lit sacred city, his voice deep and gloomy: “Xu Mi Saint Monk was besieged and killed by the united gods back then, how could he still be alive? The Nether Hall actually directing the conflict towards Nu Tian God Venerable, truly foolish beyond measure.”
Opposite him, Nan Sheng’s gaze revealed a disdainful cold smile: “Prajna Divine Maiden was after all brought back to the Fate God Mountain by Nu Tian God Venerable, since they claim Prajna Divine Maiden is a cultivator from Kunlun Realm, they naturally must assign an identity to Nu Tian God Venerable.”
“I wonder who the person in charge of the Nether Hall on the Life-Death Boundary Star is, using such tactics against Prajna Divine Maiden, not clever at all.” Luo said.
Nan Sheng said: “If the Nether Hall’s cultivators were smart enough, how could they have three gods fall consecutively? To kill Zhang Ruchen, in the end, we must rely on ourselves.”
The third son of the Ghost Lord, Yuan, although a Yuan Hui level representative figure, failed to pass the divine tribulation.
Half a year ago, she failed the tribulation and perished in both body and soul.
In contrast, Luo, with slightly inferior talent, had stepped into the divine realm a hundred years ago.
High talent does not guarantee a bright future or extraordinary achievements.
The myriad variables in the world have slain countless heroes.
It is worth mentioning that, by the riverbank of the Three Ways River, Xue Tu killed all nine Nether Race cultivators he had dispatched to spread the rumours, turning them into handfuls of bone ash, scattered into the river.
“Brothers all, I, Xue Tu, will exhaust every effort to care for your clansmen.”
…
Seven Grievances Sacred City, Divine Maiden Tower.
Tian Xin Courtyard.
Zhang Ruchen took out the headless divine corpse of the Nine-Toothed Wolf Divine General suppressed in the Concealing Mountain Demonic Mirror, extracted the remnant divine soul from the divine corpse, turning it into a cluster of shining soul light.
The headless divine corpse was thrown by Zhang Ruchen into the bronze coffin for nurturing the God-Devouring Insects.
Zhang Ruchen had always treated the God-Devouring Insects as an important trump card to cultivate.
Ever since devouring half a divine corpse from a cosmic border wilderness divine spirit, the God-Devouring Insects had evolved one generation, with greatly increased biting and defensive abilities, and moreover containing deadly poison.
This was what Zhang Ruchen called the second generation God-Devouring Insects!
Previously, after the God-Devouring Insects shared the corpse of the Sword God Realm false god “Chu Han”, they showed signs of evolution again.
Thus, Zhang Ruchen simply provided them with sufficient divine corpse flesh and blood to promote the evolution. If they could fully evolve to the third generation, perhaps the insect swarm of the God-Devouring Insects could pose a life-and-death threat to true gods.
Next, Zhang Ruchen summoned the divine corpse war general refined by Master Xuanli, and studied it carefully.
This divine corpse was severely corrupted, evidently from a false god in life, the contained divinity completely incomparable to a true god’s corpse. Moreover, there was no divine source in the divine corpse’s body.
On the divine corpse’s body were inscribed numerous profound inscription patterns and divine patterns, used to control the corpse.
The divine patterns on the divine corpse were quite exquisite, not like Master Xuanli’s handiwork, probably from a stronger figure’s hand.
Not long after, Zhang Ruchen lost interest in studying this divine corpse, setting it aside.
“Xue Tu’s side should have no issues, it is time to set off for the Abyss of Darkness.”
Zhang Ruchen trusted Xue Tu to handle matters.
As long as the messages spread, even if Wujiang escaped from the Corpse Sea Forbidden Domain, it would be nothing to fear, and he had no need to continue staying on the Life-Death Boundary Star.
Zhang Ruchen pushed open the door and walked out, releasing mental power to sense.
He discovered that only Little Black remained in Tian Xin Courtyard, while Gushaye Jing and Prajna were nowhere to be found.
They were all true gods with powerful cultivation, and deep backgrounds, Zhang Ruchen was not worried about their safety at all. Even if divine realm powerhouses from the Nether Hall arrived on the Life-Death Boundary Star wanting to deal with them, they would have to weigh the consequences.
A young woman in red attire, carrying a body of fragrance, arrived outside Tian Xin Courtyard.
She was elegant and serene, her skin fair with a rosy tint: “Young Master Ru Chen, my master wishes to see you.”
“Who is your master?” Zhang Ruchen asked.
The red-clad young woman smiled faintly: “Forgive Xiao Xiao for not being able to answer the young master, the young master need only go, and naturally will know who the master is.”
Little Black, sitting under the tree studying two fragments of dark array diagrams, abruptly stood up, shouted coldly: “Not going! Zhang Ruchen is the secular world myth, if anyone is to meet, it should be your master coming to see him.”
Little Black secretly transmitted to Zhang Ruchen: “Be careful, this woman is quite strange, do not fall into a trap!”
Zhang Ruchen nodded, of course knowing that he was currently at the height of public attention, and could not casually meet unknown figures.
The red-clad young woman said: “Very well! Xiao Xiao will return and relay to the master thus.”
She slowly departed, taking away a waft of fragrant wind.
Zhang Ruchen stared at her receding figure: “What clues did you discern?”
Little Black stood shoulder to shoulder with Zhang Ruchen, looking in the direction he gazed, and said gravely: “What place is the Divine Maiden Tower? It is a place for men to come. She possesses such peerless beauty, her cultivation not particularly profound, yet she can come and go freely in the Divine Maiden Tower. This shows that the master behind her must be a divine spirit.”
Zhang Ruchen smiled and shook his head: “She is a disciple of the Divine Maiden Twelve Pavilions, and her cultivation is quite profound, a false god.”
“This emperor could not tell, yet you could discern all this?” Little Black said in surprise.
Zhang Ruchen said: “In the Divine Maiden Twelve Pavilions, besides the twelve pavilion masters, who else could be the master of a false god?”
“Could the master she spoke of be the White Queen?” Little Black exclaimed in shock, immediately looking up and scanning all directions.
At the same time, mental power probed out.
Such a legendary existence as the White Queen, if she were truly in this Divine Maiden Tower, just thinking about it made one’s heart unable to calm.
Although Zhang Ruchen had the same guess, he appeared very calm, with his current cultivation, before an existence like the White Queen, he was undoubtedly like an ant.
Since come, then settle.
“Boom!”
The ground shook.
A section of the wall in Tian Xin Courtyard was struck by a dark palm print, shattering with flying earth and stones.
Yan Ting stepped in from the broken wall, shouted coldly: “Zhang Ruchen, do you dare accept my challenge?”
Zhang Ruchen, who was deep in thought, revealed an unusual expression, looking towards this intruder before him.
“Impudent.”
From Little Black’s body erupted a powerful divine power fluctuation, surging towards Yan Ting.
Even if Yan Ting was a peak semi-divine powerhouse, if struck by Little Black’s divine power fluctuation, she would perish on the spot.
Wen Chu, holding his pipe, walked out from behind Yan Ting, exhaled a puff of white smoke that dispersed Little Black’s divine power fluctuation, cupped his hands: “Young Master Ru Chen, Summer King, we are on the same side.”
“You actually know who this emperor is?” Little Black was somewhat surprised.
Wen Chu smiled: “The king personally enfeoffed by the Summer Dynasty monarch, the sole son of the Summer Divine Emperor. If the Yanluo Clan does not even know this, would the title of supreme clan not be in vain?”
“You are a divine spirit of the Yanluo Clan?” Little Black asked.
Wen Chu corrected: “The Yan Clan of the Abyss of Darkness.”
“And her?” Little Black pointed at Yan Ting.
Wen Chu revealed an awkward expression: “This one is…”
“I am the one who will teach Zhang Ruchen a lesson! Remember clearly, my name is Yan Ting.”
Yan Ting transformed into a streak of dark shadow, executed the Illusory Sound Palm Technique, like a gust of cold wind, charging straight towards Zhang Ruchen.
