Chapter 1

Yang Zhu woke up, his consciousness hazy, his body as if tightly wrapped by something.

This feeling is strange, his consciousness is clear and already recovered, yet his vision is dark, a layer of liquid seems to flow on his body's surface, icy cold.

"Immortal medicine, unparalleled emperor's scripture……"

In his mind, past and present continually flashed; he never expected he had actually arrived at his favorite novel—Covering the Sky! Soon Yang Zhu figured out his current situation.

At this moment Yang Zhu is inside the divine source, the divine source and the surface of his skin are densely covered with law patterns, like an infant nurtured by the Great Dao, surrounded by the creation of the myriad heavens, and further nourished by endless vitality.

Nine long-dried spring eyes form a circle, like Nine Dragons Holding the Pearl, Yang Zhu happens to be at the "Nine Dragons" head.

These spring eyes are nothing else, they are exactly the legendary Creation Source Eyes!

It is said that only one is needed to nurture a dragon vein, making it one of the rarest terrains in the world.

You should know that even a Source Heaven Master, exhausting a lifetime, might not find one, yet here there are actually nine of them!

These Creation Source Eyes were all discovered through deduction, then terrifying means were used to move them here across countless star fields.

How many could possess such ability? Apart from the ancient great emperor, all cultivators are unable to even catch a glimpse of its dust.

These are precisely the work of Wushi Dadi's hands; as for why Yang Zhu appears here, it is because Wushi Dadi is his father.

Correct, Yang Zhu is indeed the emperor's son! He has been sealed for over a hundred thousand years; why does he awaken in this great age?

Because the archenemy of Wushi Dadi, the Undying Heavenly Emperor and his offspring, have already awakened.

That person was nurtured within a nine-colored immortal egg; the Undying Heavenly Emperor spared no expense, and the creation he obtained can be called tremendously terrifying, far beyond mortal imagination.

If he were to achieve the Dao first and join forces with the Undying Heavenly Emperor, Wushi Dadi's situation would become dire.

Moreover, the dark turmoil will soon erupt; at that time all living beings will suffer and the universe will fall into silence.

As the first innate holy body dao fetus, Wushi Dadi, after becoming emperor, suppressed the seven great life forbidden zones, exterminated extraterritorial spirits, quelled the dark turmoil, and destroyed the Undying Heavenly Emperor's avatar.

His blows made the myriad heavens tremble; all sources of chaos hid away, and in his era no great calamity arose.

He had long anticipated all this, so he also kept a trump card.

All for the purpose of suppressing the opponent!

The deepest part of Purple Mountain.

Accompanied by a crisp sound, the divine source on the altar began to crack, numerous fissures appearing, each gap shooting out endless divine light, brilliant as rosy clouds.

With a bang, the divine source exploded completely, turning into countless tiny source fragments.

Suddenly the light blazed, endless divine radiance surged from Yang Zhu's sea of bitterness, a golden expanse, accompanied by bursts of thunder and lightning.

Above the firmament, divine rainbows streaked, myriad auspicious clouds poured down, within which the rosy light flowed.

Strands of brilliant immortal light shone across ancient and modern times, as if wanting to rise on rosy clouds, emitting the most dazzling divine radiance.

At the same moment, an apparition appeared: the four great divine beasts—Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Black Tortoise, Vermilion Bird—each with ninety‑nine heads, simultaneously surrounding Yang Zhu like stars scattered.

Ding! Ding! Ding! The Wushi Bell tolled three times in succession, the lingering bell sound spreading, deafening and awakening, like sweet dew poured on the crown, making one's whole body shudder.

Yang Zhu's veins flow with imperial blood, and with the holy body dao fetus constitution, he naturally receives favor from the Wushi Bell.

"My father can suppress the Undying Heavenly Emperor; in this life I can likewise suppress you."

Yang Zhu bears an extraordinary mission, descending into this golden great age.

According to Wushi Dadi's deduction, the path to immortality may open in two hundred years, meaning he has two hundred years to defeat all heavenly pride and holy sons, and attain the Dao to become emperor!

Having calculated the time, Ye Fan and company have already reached the Northern Dipper for a while; given the opportunity, they naturally would go to meet.

The divine light and apparitions faded, the youth's figure gradually becoming visible.

If one had seen the true form of Wushi Dadi, they would surely be startled by the sight before them.

Yang Zhu's appearance closely resembles that of Wushi Dadi; clad in white, his bearing is like jade, his beauty so outstanding that even women would be eclipsed, yet without a trace of femininity.

Even his aloof, solitary, unparalleled ancient‑modern temperament is identical, like a banished immortal descending to the mortal realm, exceedingly ethereal and divine.

Simply standing there silently gives people a profound shock, as if he were the master of this heaven and earth.

Relying on Yang Zhu's Dao nature, his realm's advancement will surely be unimpeded; there is no such thing as being suppressed.

"Just by relying on talent, I can likewise level the forbidden lands, so that no one dares to call themselves supreme."

Having spoken, Yang Zhu controlled the Wushi Bell to lower a thread of imperial might; a massive divine source sealed with an ancient king was instantly turned to fly ash, leaving nothing behind.

Ancient King: "…?" A hall of empty space several hundred zhang wide, somewhat dim, a huge stone book suddenly came into view, the three large characters "Wushi Scripture" extremely conspicuous.

Not far from the Wushi Scripture lies a lone skeleton, quietly lying there; this skeleton has multiple fractures, having suffered severe wounds before, barely making it to this place.

Beside it lies a silver book, its surface engraved with the three ancient characters "Source Heaven Scripture", silver hooks and iron strokes, the brushwork powerful and vigorous, like three coiling azure dragons.

"Forget it, I'm not interested in practicing this."

This is a marvelous book, extraordinarily profound, its value even not inferior to an ancient scripture; yet Yang Zhu has little interest in it. "Not practicing is fine, but one cannot be without it."

Yang Zhu immediately took out a piece of silver, using the formation here to refine it into a silver book, then he made a copy of the Source Heaven Scripture.

Because the final several chapters are overly complex, even with the great formation here it is difficult to complete, so he simply disregarded them.

He stored the original properly, returned the copy to its place, and thus the task was accomplished.

After glancing at the skeleton, Yang Zhu walked toward the stone book; among the several great emperor scriptures, the Wushi Scripture is absolutely one of the most mysterious existences.

Unlike other emperor scriptures, such as the Human Emperor Scripture or the Void Scripture, which some people cultivate to some extent, the Wushi Scripture is mastered by no one besides Wushi Dadi.

First, the cultivation requirements are extremely harsh; only a holy body dao fetus can practice it, and even ancient holy bodies are few, let alone holy body dao fetuses.

Currently Yang Zhu is the second person able to cultivate it; only after several years did it become Ye Fan's turn.

Moreover, the Wushi Scripture is extremely hard to obtain; just think how many could reach this place?

Without mastery of the Source Heaven Scripture, even if several great holy lands arrived bearing extreme Dao emperor weapons, none could break in.

As Yang Zhu approached, the Wushi Scripture seemed to come alive, beginning to turn its pages on its own, like a celestial lotus blooming on the sea, its contents appearing one by one.

Yang Zhu's emotions remained steady; he had long mastered the complete Wushi Scripture.

Besides that, he also mastered the Action Secret and the One Who Secret among the Nine Secrets.

His precious body, tempered over more than a hundred thousand years, is constantly listening to the Great Dao's sound, his soul and spirit undergoing countless qualitative leaps.

Just by relying on himself, without aid from any scriptures, no matter how severe the injury, he can instantly recover.

As long as he isn't killed in a single blow that also annihilates his body and soul, Yang Zhu can be said to be undying and indestructible.

Now, with the Zhe Character Secret and Xing Character Technique at his side, he can go anywhere from the Nine Heavens to the Nine Netherworlds and return unharmed.

While he was still pondering, golden light burst forth, scorching divine radiance surged, and a miniature immortal phoenix spread its wings and flew out from the Wushi Scripture.

The immortal phoenix was lifelike and gorgeous, its pure vital essence circulating, and its rich fragrance almost intoxicating.

It was like a red sun, soaring into the sky in an instant, circling above and emitting a phoenix's cry.

As the immortal phoenix danced, it emitted brilliant radiance; the entire Purple Mountain was filled with fragrance, everywhere exuding a rich scent.

「Divine Phoenix Undying Elixir! 」

This stalk of undying elixir once belonged to the Immortal Heavenly Emperor, and later it followed the Wushi Great Emperor.

No wonder that black dog fellow could never find its trace; it had been hiding all along inside the Wushi Scripture.

The immortal phoenix affectionately circled around Yang Zhu, who shares the same origin as the Wushi Great Emperor, and thus naturally earned the elixir's favor.

Yang Zhu stretched out a hand, and the immortal phoenix obediently landed on it, allowing him to examine it.

「You've hidden yourself quite deeply. 」

As his words fell, the undying elixir soared up again, instantly entering Yang Zhu's body, and actually seemed to follow him as he left.

Having left Purple Mountain, Yang Zhu headed east; the urgent task was to find a place to learn the current situation.

Xuan City, existing since ancient times, lay like a crouching ferocious beast, its solemn aura pervasive.

The towering city walls were majestic and splendid, as if cast from molten iron, gleaming with metallic luster.

Inside the city prospered, with countless pavilions and towers; yet at the city's edge lay a completely different scene—gray stone bricks and tiles greeted the eye, revealing a stretch of primitive dwellings.

Here cultivators and ordinary folk lived side by side, lending the place a stronger mortal air.

Yang Zhu concealed his aura with a secret technique, entered the city, and came to a stone‑gambling workshop where many cultivators came and went—a good spot to gather information.

Just inside the gate, the attendants responsible for reception at the stone‑gambling workshop all turned to look, and one of them, a middle‑aged man who seemed to be the manager, walked toward Yang Zhu.

His complexion was flushed, his steps steady—evidently his strength was not insignificant.

Yang Zhu swept his divine sense over him, and indeed, as he had expected, this person's cultivation was at the Fourth Pole Second Heaven.

The stone‑gambling workshop belongs to a highly profitable trade; to avoid trouble, those assigned there usually have considerable strength, serving as an effective deterrent.

「Young friend, do you want to gamble on stones or buy stones? 」

Even though Yang Zhu had concealed his aura, his composed demeanor and transcendent confidence made it hard not to draw attention.

Having chosen a quiet spot, Yang Zhu got straight to the point.

「I want to understand the current situation and the contemporary heaven‑chosen prodigies. 」

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Opening the book in haste, I hope everyone will be patient and read on—thanks!

(End of chapter)