Chapter 100

His gaze swept over the scene, and he quickly realized that the person he had let go today—that is, the young man in blue—was exactly the one he was looking for.

Seeing Yang Zhu look his way, Fan He's heart pounded wildly, fear reaching its peak, his legs went weak and he collapsed.

"Are you the Holy Son of the Yin Yang Sect?" Yang Zhu said coldly, without a hint of emotion.

"Yes… yes, it's me. What do you want to do?"

Facing Yang Zhu's profound gaze, the Holy Son of the Yin Yang Sect felt a suffocating sensation, as if an ant were being looked down upon by a dragon, his soul trembling uncontrollably.

Yang Zhu usually keeps his divine radiance concealed; sometimes even walking past an ordinary cultivator goes unnoticed, but once his aura leaks out, even if the Holy Son himself arrived, he would be startled and terrified.

Only by truly facing Yang Zhu does one realize that feeling of helplessness; he seems like a heaven-chosen son, favored by the Great Dao, as if insurmountable, impossible to look up to.

"I heard you're targeting me?"

As soon as Yang Zhu spoke, the lakeside fell silent in an instant; everyone held their breath, unable to imagine that the Yin Yang Sect of the Central Province would dare to oppose the Saint Body Dao Embryo at such a time.

The Yin Yang Sect counts as a first-rate power in the Central Province, but it is far inferior to a transcendent force like the Ji Clan.

Back when Ji Haoyue was suppressed, the Ji Clan didn't utter a word, and now a Yin Yang Sect dares to jump out?

"No… no."

The Holy Son of the Yin Yang Sect dared not meet Yang Zhu's gaze; even before Yang Zhu's surging divine power burst forth, he felt his body about to split.

"You Yin Yang Sect have gall; could it be that you wish to be enemies of my Jade Pool?"

The Holy Maiden of the Jade Pool's beautiful eyes turned cold, rarely showing killing intent, her tone extremely icy.

"Absolutely not; how could we dare to be enemies of the Jade Pool?"

The Yin Yang Sect's expedition was originally meant to be secret, precisely because they feared discovery by the Jade Pool; otherwise, they would truly face utter doom.

"You don't think that being a Holy Son qualifies you to be my opponent, do you?"

Yang Zhu strolled across the lake surface, each strand of hair sparkling, brighter than stars, exuding an innate kingly aura, beyond precious.

"Plop!"

As he passed beside the Holy Son of the Yin Yang Sect, Yang Zhu's black robe fluttered; one corner, lifted by the wind, instantly reduced him to ashes.

The Holy Son of the Yin Yang Sect, at the third level of the Four Extremes, fell just like that, his very soul obliterated—"The Holy Son of the Yin Yang Sect, killed just like that by the Saint Body Dao Embryo..."

After a long silence, the gathered prodigies finally came to their senses, all so shocked they could not speak.

No matter how lacking the Holy Son of the Yin Yang Sect may be, he still counts among the prodigies; his talent is not something ordinary people can match, and he certainly possesses some extraordinary abilities.

Yang Zhu didn't even need to lift a finger; a casual gesture was enough to obliterate him—such means surpass mere shock.

A figure strolled leisurely across the lake under the night sky; in that instant, his peerless bearing left the onlooking prodigies in awe.

Even the Holy Son of the Great Expansion and the Young Master of the Heavenly Demon Palace fell silent, knowing they could not contend with such a monstrous freak.

"Brother Yang, your power grows ever more terrifying, leaving us in the dust," Jiang Yi Fei said with a gentle smile.

"Overpraised; they're just insignificant figures."

Yang Zhu nodded in response, his steps light, a divine gleam flashing in his eyes as he fixed his gaze downward.

"What's wrong?"

The Holy Maiden of the Jade Pool accompanied Yang Zhu; noticing he seemed deep in thought, she asked softly.

"The terrain here is quite peculiar, as if following some pattern," the jade towers and palaces floated high above; looking down on the Divine City from here, Yang Zhu noticed some anomalies.

Walking on, he unconsciously arrived at the Jade Pavilion where An Miaoyi was located.

"It seems this is a formation eye."

The moment he passed through the Immortal Gate, a soft light descended upon him with a hum, and formation patterns appeared densely across the gate.

A beam of immortal light shot up from within him, tens of zhang wide, brilliant and dazzling, endlessly radiating divine radiance.

Hummm! The entire expanse of immortal terraces beneath his feet began to tremble, each one then displaying mystic formation patterns, one after another immortal light shooting up continuously, each reaching beyond the clouds of the nine heavens.

The blazing immortal light dotted the Divine City beneath the moonlit night, dispelling the darkness entirely, making it as bright as day.

"What's going on?"

Ye Fan was shocked; he immediately used his qi observation technique to probe the Source Heaven meridians—had he not looked, it would have been fine, but upon looking he gasped in fright.

"What a profound formation; I can't make heads or tails of it!"

Considering he had already attained minor accomplishment in the Source Heaven Technique, capable of discerning even rare terrain, he was now utterly bewildered.

Countless immortal terraces resonated, as if activated, rising mists; the lake surface was no longer calm, its waves rippling.

The Marvelous Desire Hermitage lies in the central district of the Divine City; the slightest disturbance there stirred the city's experts, powerful auras rising halfway into the air toward it.

"That direction seems to be the Marvelous Desire Hermitage—what on earth happened?"

"Such strong fluctuations—something major must have occurred; let's go take a look."

Among them were mighty ones, senior elders of major sects, and even Saint Lord–level figures, all startled.

"Nine Dragons Guarding a Pearl?"

Yang Zhu probed the source, golden divine light shimmering in his eyes as countless patterns shifted; he discovered a miniature version of Purple Mountain here! Beneath the Divine City lay nine dragon veins, but they seemed man-made, with seals below making them hard to detect.

Even a sage might not notice them, but Yang Zhu had dwelled in Purple Mountain for over a hundred thousand years, intimately familiar with such terrain! The nine dragon veins twisted and turned; each Saint Lord terrace was a key formation eye, interlaced, guarding the very heart of the Divine City—the Ancient Dao Platform.

"Let me see what secrets lie here."

Yang Zhu raised his arm, his mighty qi and blood surging like an awakening azure dragon, flooding forth like a tide, vast and mighty, engulfing the entire Divine City.

His golden qi and blood were boundless, his divine power surging, even the bright moon in the heavens was obscured, growing dim.

In the void he traced, drawing profound and mysterious Dao markings, each stroke slow yet carrying supreme Dao significance.

The Prince of Great Xia, Xiang Yi Fei, and others lifted their heads to gaze; though they could not make sense of it, they were still shocked, remaining silent so as not to disturb.

The next moment the Divine City shuddered violently, a hum rising as Yang Zhu lifted the underground formation patterns, spanning tens of li wide, boundless, utterly massive.

As soon as the formation patterns appeared, a terrifying aura burst forth, like surging river waters, endless dragon energy rising from the earth in a tumultuous surge.

"I've long heard that supreme formation patterns lie beneath the Divine City—I never thought they were real!"

"What kind of means could have activated such formation patterns?"

Some powerhouses who had lived for many years were emotionally stirred; indeed the rumor was true! "That is… a Holy Body Dao Embryo?"

Countless powerful auras flashed and arrived near the Marvelous Desire Hermitage; upon seeing that it was Yang Zhu, they all stared in shock, unable to believe what lay before their eyes.

At this moment, the Divine City shook, the depths boiled! (End of chapter)