Peak semi-divine in any force is a top powerhouse of the secular world.
Yan Ting’s Illusory Sound Palm Technique was of divine ability level.
Once the palm technique was executed, countless illusory sounds appeared, affecting the cultivator’s mind and saint soul.
“Bang!”
Zhang Ruchen stood motionless in place, allowing Yan Ting’s palm to strike his chest, the wind force lifting, his robes fluttering, but the earth-shattering surging power dissipated into nothingness.
Yan Ting only felt as if all her power had been struck into the void.
She raised her head, under the date-red hood, a pair of beautiful eyes filled with shock.
Zhang Ruchen’s speed was as fast as lightning, he seized her wrist, twisted it in reverse.
“Urgh…”
Immediately, Yan Ting, this great expert at peak semi-divine, like a little girl caught stealing sugar, with her arm twisted, was subdued by Zhang Ruchen.
Yan Ting’s will was very strong, she twisted her waist, intending to break her arm to escape.
However, Zhang Ruchen’s other hand gently pressed on her fragrant shoulder, making her entire body unable to move.
The pain transmitted from her arm was continuous.
Zhang Ruchen’s gaze turned towards Wen Chu, and said: “What is the situation?”
Wen Chu was quite embarrassed, and said: “She is Wu Shen’s cousin, came to the Seven Grievances Sacred City, heard some rumours, Young Master Ru Chen need not take it to heart.”
“What rumours, to make Miss Yan so angry?”
Zhang Ruchen lowered his head, asking her.
Yan Ting’s body twisted in pain, more crucially, the current posture was really too undignified, where was there any trace of a peak semi-divine powerhouse’s dignity?
“Let me go.” She said coldly.
Zhang Ruchen looked towards Wen Chu, seeing the apologetic expression on the other’s face, thus, he pushed forward with both hands, and Yan Ting stumbled forward.
The hood covering her face fell off, revealing an extremely exquisite and beautiful face, long hair flung about.
Yan Ting was furious in her heart, drew a slender silver sword, intending to attack Zhang Ruchen again.
Wen Chu used divine qi smoke threads to fix her in place.
Yan Ting bit her shell teeth, and said: “Uncle Ancestor!”
“Young Master Ru Chen is a friend of our Abyss of Darkness Yan Clan.”
Wen Chu walked around Yan Ting, came before Zhang Ruchen, did not put on the airs of a divine spirit, smiled amiably: “Young Master Ru Chen has been made to laugh! Actually, Ting Ting has always admired you greatly, this time she even actively requested to come along to provide support for the young master.”
“The young master agreeing to enter the Abyss of Darkness is a great help to the Yanluo Clan, all the cultivators of the Yanluo Clan are endlessly grateful.”
Zhang Ruchen could roughly guess that Yan Ting’s anger was mostly related to his relationship with Prajna.
It seemed that Xue Tu’s efficiency in handling matters was still very high.
Wen Chu transmitted with divine sense: “We have secretly arranged a ferry boat on our side, tonight we can cross the Three Ways River.”
“Is it safe?” Zhang Ruchen asked.
Wen Chu said: “The boats at Seven Grievances Ferry are generally jointly managed by the Star Palace and the Impermanent Ghost City. The ones you contacted have definitely leaked the wind, and will suffer interception.”
“But, the boat contacted by our Abyss of Darkness Yan Clan goes through a great god’s channel in the Impermanent Ghost City, guaranteeing safety and reliability.”
Zhang Ruchen said: “That is best.”
Seeing the two secretly discussing, Little Black’s curiosity was piqued.
After Wen Chu took Yan Ting away, Little Black hurriedly asked: “How do you have contact with the Abyss of Darkness Yan Clan? What were you discussing?”
“Nothing.”
Zhang Ruchen did not want Little Black to get involved.
The Abyss of Darkness was extremely dangerous, even heavenly level figures had many buried there, Zhang Ruchen even had psychological preparation for perishing inside, naturally impossible to bring other cultivators in.
Zhang Ruchen thought of something, and said: “Little Black, help me with one thing, alright?”
“What thing?”
Little Black was somewhat unhappy, feeling that Zhang Ruchen was hiding from it.
“Help me keep the Universe Realm.”
Zhang Ruchen did not want to bring the living beings in the Universe Realm into the Abyss of Darkness, lest they go and not return.
Little Black’s voice turned cold: “Already arranging one’s last affairs, preparing to go alone into danger, and still say nothing? Zhang Ruchen, will you say it or not, if you do not say, this emperor will go tell Prajna right now. Believe she would be more interested in where you are going next, what you are going to do, than this emperor.”
“Moreover, are you sure, with your saint realm cultivation, you can shake off us two true gods?”
…
Outside the Seven Grievances Sacred City, by a riverbank piled with white bones.
Here the yin qi was dense, full of purple-black corpse fragrance orchids.
Chi Yao’s temperament was outstanding and unique, in plain clothes, facing the cold wind from the river surface, her gaze ethereal and vast, and said: “The Nether Hall’s Wen Tong Great God has already arrived at the Seven Grievances Sacred City. Accompanying him are also five false gods from the Nether Hall.”
Prajna stood on the other side of the white bone hill, her aura fusing with heaven and earth, moved, and said: “Is not Zhang Ruchen now very dangerous?”
“Temporarily not considered dangerous, Wen Tong Great God went to the Corpse Sea Forbidden Domain, intending to rescue Wujiang.”
Chi Yao added: “Moreover, he came secretly, evidently wanting to cover the sky and cross the sea, quietly place Zhang Ruchen to death, so he will not act openly.”
Prajna said: “Wen Tong Great God has cultivated for hundreds of thousands of years, passed two Yuan Hui tribulations, even if all of us combined, are not his opponent.”
“Rest assured, this emperor has a way to deal with him.” Chi Yao’s gaze was coldly sharp, calm and composed.
Prajna slightly let out a breath of relief.
Chi Yao said: “This emperor sees you, for another matter.”
“What matter?”
Chi Yao was silent for a moment, and said: “Back then in Kunlun Realm, this emperor, to pass the love tribulation, once borrowed your saint soul, transformed into your appearance, spent a long time with Zhang Ruchen, to make up for the deficient state of mind.”
“But, also because of this, you and Zhang Ruchen’s feelings broke, severing robes and righteousness. This emperor’s heart has guilt.”
Prajna’s eyes revealed a self-mocking expression, bitter smile: “It was my own choice, blame no one.”
“This emperor wants to borrow once more.” Chi Yao said.
Prajna finally could not maintain calm, her heart surging violently, looked towards the white bone hill, but could not see Chi Yao’s figure.
With great difficulty, she and Zhang Ruchen had thawed the ice of past grievances, had the chance to be together again.
For this chance, she was willing to give up everything she now possessed, the glory of the divine maiden, the divine realm cultivation, countless wealth, with Zhang Ruchen hide name and bury in obscurity, be a pair of poor husband and wife.
When Zhang Ruchen’s lifespan is exhausted that day, she would not live alone.
But, why?
Why does the empress come to destroy all this again?
This time, she did not want to let it be, and said: “I do not want to deceive him again!”
“Do you think, this emperor wants to deceive him?”
Chi Yao let out a wistful sigh, and said: “Do you know why Zhang Ruchen came to the Life-Death Boundary Star?”
Prajna pondered for a moment, gently shook her head.
“He is going to the Abyss of Darkness.” Chi Yao said.
Prajna said: “Why? The Abyss of Darkness is so dangerous… could it be he is going there to find a way to break the curse?”
Chi Yao nodded, and said: “Before leaving, this emperor went to see the Supreme Elder. The Supreme Elder once said, the only way for Zhang Ruchen to break the curse is to go to the Abyss of Darkness. This is an extremely perilous path, with the slightest carelessness, body and soul extinguished.”
Prajna was not frightened, instead a trace of joy appeared on her pretty face, and said: “I will accompany him.”
“He cultivates the ‘Thirty-Three Heavens’, to break into the divine realm, how can it be achieved just by breaking the curse? You cannot help him, only this emperor can.” Chi Yao said.
Prajna said: “Why?”
“No why.”
“Why do you clearly want to help him, yet insist not on your own identity, but transform into my appearance? Why do you clearly deeply love him, yet pretend a deep-seated enmity? As if not caring about him at all.”
Prajna continued: “If truly do not care, how would it be necessary to borrow him to complete your own state of mind?”
“Empress, Master, at this step now, why do you still not tell me the truth?”
Chi Yao’s entire person had a suffocating feeling, closed her eyes, voice trembling: “If we are enemies… if I am sufficiently cold towards him… I think, when that day comes, when I die, he will not be too heartbroken.”
“If one day, there is no Chi Yao, I hope, in the world there is still a woman who can properly love him. You are the one I found to love him!”
“So, the woman who helps him lift the curse, break realm to become god, must be you, cannot be Chi Yao.”
Prajna found it hard to understand Chi Yao’s these words.
Because she knew, Zhang Ruchen had extremely deep feelings for Chi Yao, that portion of feeling, no woman could compare. Zhang Ruchen was also absolutely not a ruthless and heartless man, it was very hard to strike a fatal blow to Chi Yao.
Prajna said: “When you were young, your feelings were so deep, why cannot sit down, properly explain the matters of the past? I believe, he can understand you, and even more forgive you. Zhang Ruchen has always been soft-hearted, and the one he loves most in his heart has always been you, no one can replace.”
“If you can set down the empress’s dignity, like an ordinary woman, lean into his embrace, recount your helplessness, pour out the bitterness of these years, as long as the two people still love each other, no matter how great the contradiction, it can be faced together. How could it become life and death enemies?”
In Chi Yao’s eyes, a trace of tenderness appeared, in her mind surged the scene Prajna described.
But, only an instant, all these disappeared.
She shook her head, and said: “You will not understand! Kunlun Realm and the entire universe need Zhang Ruchen, need a Zhang Ruchen who can surpass the Immovable Ming King Great Venerable. And what Chi Yao can do is help him build a step, assist him cross the most difficult that one step.”
“Yan Chen, in the future you will surely understand, why I do this.”
“And now, I need your help, Zhang Ruchen also needs. This time deceiving him, not for myself, only to be able to assist him break realm to become god.”
Prajna wavered, and said: “You truly can help him lift the curse?”
“The Nether Hall’s curse, even the Supreme Elder cannot crack. Can only say, do one’s utmost.” Chi Yao sighed.
“Even if there is a sliver of hope, in the end it is good.”
Prajna’s heart was bitter, secretly thought, in the end it was herself who hoped too much, should not covet unrealistic beautiful dreams.
By the Three Ways River bank, Prajna and Chi Yao’s figures overlapped together.
Subsequently, she walked into the Seven Grievances Sacred City.
