Chapter 124

The Divine City trembled, the Eastern Wasteland trembled!

Over the next few days, the God King displayed his might, slaying formidable foes, killing the Dark Night Sovereign and others, leaving the world in awe.

He then returned to the Holy City, waiting for the world to come pay homage; only he could possess such overbearing aura.

All the Holy Lands looked up, unable to remain calm; the Holy Lords of Fluctuating Light, Great Expansion, and others came one after another to pay homage.

……

On the five-colored altar, Yang Zhu's single contemplation lasted half a year.

At this moment he slowly opened his eyes; his eyes seemed to have a galaxy cascading down, profound and ethereal, bearing an aura that looked down upon the world.

"The Dao I, the True I, the Passing I—my body transforms into eternity……"

Over the past half year, he gained many insights, achieving a deeper understanding of his own Dao and the Ruthless Person's Dao.

He rolled up his sleeves, putting away the four silver plates, each bearing a copy of the Ruthless Person's Killing Array, far more complete than before.

The Hun Dun Chi rose and fell, hovering in his palm, showering myriad auspicious signs; amidst the misty center, a drop of strange substance appeared.

That substance resembled a crystalline droplet yet also a thick white mist, incredibly brilliant, emitting a soft immortal light, hazy and indistinct, making it hard to discern what it truly is.

Around the "droplet," everything was harmonious, as if even space had ceased its flow, yet it lacked no vitality—instead, life force abounded.

Its aura could rival the essence of an Immortality Medicine; a fingertip lightly touching it felt cool and refreshing, and though it did not seep into the body, a mere wisp of aura entering brought an inexplicable sensation.

"Immortal substance……"

Yang Zhu rubbed his fingers, feeling an immortal power, as if the area touched by the "droplet" would no longer suffer the erosion of time.

This "droplet" is the fruit of his half-year's effort.

By invoking the Great Dao's laws, he refined the Hun Dun Chi forged from three kinds of immortal metal and the essence of Chaos Stone, then tempered it with Immortality Medicine; after several months, a single drop finally emerged.

"At last I have taken the first step."

The Hun Dun Chi turned gently; the drop of immortal substance slowly sank, disappearing into the sea of laws within the pool.

During his contemplation, Yang Zhu gained a different understanding of the Heaven-Swallowing Magic Jar and the Heaven-Swallowing Magic Skill.

The One Qi Transforms into Three Purities, cultivated to the point of pure furnace fire, can instantly split into three avatars, each matching the main body's strength.

The Practicer, the Agent, and the Vanguard—each advanced further, gaining unique insights into the three extreme domains, forging their own Dao.

His cultivation rose from the second level of the Four Poles before seclusion to the peak of the fourth level; his limbs were trained to the extreme, ready at any moment to break into the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm and leap to become a dragon! As the embryo of an Imperial Weapon, the Hun Dun Chi was tempered with the Wushi Bell, infused with four kinds of supreme divine materials, and inscribed with the patterns of Wushi and the Ruthless Person's Dao.

Yang Zhu was confident he could match a Holy Weapon; his body gradually turned illusory, and in the next moment he appeared above the mountain range.

It was a moonlit night; under the moonlight's shroud, the Cloud-Break Mountain Range had wisps of white mist rising, looking quite extraordinary.

Yang Zhu gazed at the bright moon, his mind serene and ethereal, alone enjoying this tranquil beauty.

"Boom—"

Then, a deep, muffled sound came from afar, carrying a powerful aura, rapidly approaching.

It was an ancient war chariot made of bronze, covered in scars, full of the marks left by time, yet now it emitted divine light, its aura terrifying.

Faint formations shimmered on the chariot's surface, all ancient and mighty, capable of keeping the chariot immortal, allowing it to be passed down to this day.

"How could an ancient war chariot appear here on this moonlit night……"

Yang Zhu saw that this ancient chariot was no ordinary object; ordinary forces lacked the power to possess it, indicating the person inside was of great stature.

The ancient chariot finally stopped not far from Yang Zhu; a remarkably handsome man stepped out, followed by two elderly attendants, their auras not weak.

That man was about twenty years old, yet his aura was terrifying, like a heavenly deity descending, exceptionally heroic. He sized up Yang Zhu from head to toe, shocked by his demeanor and strength, but his eyes remained arrogant: "I am in seclusion here; you had better leave at once."

He seemed fearless, his tone cold and arrogant, arms crossed over his chest, posture exceedingly lofty.

Yang Zhu acted as if he hadn't heard, unwilling to engage; to him, a Four Poles peak heaven's pride was merely a trifle.

"Do you know who I am? Dare you slight me so!"

Seeing Yang Zhu ignore him, the man instantly flew into a rage, his tone turning icy; when had he ever suffered such humiliation?

"Say another word, and I'll cut you down."

Yang Zhu gazed at the stars above, their specks of brilliance reflected in his pupils; after a long while he replied.

"Young man, we are of the Wang clan of the Northern Wastelands; if you come over now and kowtow to apologize to the young master, we can let it slide."

The old man behind the youth frowned, feeling insulted, killing intent surging in his heart, yet restrained somewhat by the other's extraordinary aura.

The Wang family, an ancient clan of the Northern Wastelands, possessed strength and standing among the top in the Northern Wastelands, equal to a Holy Land, indeed having grounds for arrogance.

Hearing the old man's words, Yang Zhu finally glanced at him; in an instant, several people felt a terrifying aura wash over them, hearts shaking immensely; the next moment, endless Dao traces fell like a galaxy, space violently trembled, undulating like torn cloth, as if it might shatter at any moment.

"Not good!"

The old man sensed grave danger, about to pull the youth into the chariot, but the Great Dao's laws had already struck; before they arrived, the immense pressure nearly tore him apart.

"Pfft!"

With a soft pop, the old man, under the Great Dao's laws, let out no scream before being crushed into a blood mist that drifted away on the wind.

"Elder Wang Cheng……"

The remaining youth and elder stared, faces filled with disbelief.

The slain individual was a Wang family member of extraordinarily aged talent, having entered the third level of the Dragon Transformation Realm decades ago.

Never did they expect that before this person before their eyes, he could not withstand a single move.

"Who are you, daring to kill my Wang family elder?"

The youth was furious; after all, his clan backed him, he did not believe Yang Zhu would dare oppose them, seeking to use their influence to suppress him.

"Boom!"

Yang Zhu raised his arm and struck down with a palm; terrifying qi surged, collapsing the void—"This youth is too strong, Young Master Wang Chong, retreat quickly and let me block him!"

The remaining elder roared, shoving the youth far away, then himself drove the ancient chariot to charge at Yang Zhu.

"Bang!"

Yang Zhu's offensive was unstoppable; with a bang, the ancient chariot could not withstand even a bit, instantly shattered.

The lingering waves surged, capable of destroying everything; that old man was swept up, his body instantly pierced, more than half of his body turned into bloody mud.

Reaching the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm, as long as the soul is not extinguished, the limbs can be reborn; cultivators of the same realm who wish to kill him must expend considerable effort.

"How is this possible…… I can't recover at all?"

But that person surprisingly discovered that Yang Zhu's attack contained a terrifying Dao mark, making the injury impossible to heal! The old man's hairs stood on end instantly; only now did he know what true fear is.

(End of chapter)