Chapter 126

Yang Zhu

The huge black dog was overjoyed, couldn't help but howl, turning into a black light as it shot upward.

He was now only slightly bigger than a Shiba Inu, lacking his usual sleaziness, much cuter, and his fur was smooth as silk, very pleasing to look at.

The Black Emperor, no matter how cunning and treacherous or unreliable he was to others, was beyond reproach and absolutely loyal toward Yang Zhu! 'Little Black.'

Yang Zhu gently stroked the Black Emperor's head; its fur was sleek and shiny, suggesting he'd been doing well lately, with no grievances.

'You've come out.' The Yaochi Holy Maiden also stepped forward to meet him.

'Mm, it took a little while.' Yang Zhu smiled and gave a slight nod.

Little Black

Everyone's eyes lit up; Yao Yue Kong couldn't help exclaiming that, though already far behind, half a year later the gap had grown even wider.

True Dragon Divine Medicine

Emperor's Formation Patterns

Divine Silkworm

Upon hearing that Ye Fan had little time left to live, Yang Zhu gazed at him, probed his origin, and indeed saw a terrifying wound.

golden little Chinese unicorn

Ye Fan smiled brightly, yet his whole body was weak and listless, as if relieved of a heavy burden; he knew that after Yang Zhu appeared, his injury could be healed.

White-Clothed God King

Pang Bo seemed to have seen a savior; the tall man's eyes reddened.

Yang Zhu's methods were terrifyingly grand—his first move was a true dragon divine elixir and a great emperor's formation pattern—so Pang Bo knew he certainly had a way.

imperial bloodline

Immortality Medicine

Only one stalk of immortality medicine is needed to help him recover, yet Yang Zhu actually has three stalks, not to mention countless other heavenly treasures.

Eastern Wasteland

A golden light came rushing forward, stopped before Yang Zhu, and then began to continuously circle around him.

Yang Zhu raised his finger, and a golden little creature obediently landed in his palm.

chaotic law

Hun Dun Chi

It looked tiger-headed and tiger-brained, like an elf, its whole body glowing, chubby, with seven-colored mist swirling around.

The little creature lay in his palm, very affectionate, constantly rubbing its head against Yang Zhu.

"What, you want to follow me?"

Yang Zhu never expected that, upon their first meeting, this little creature would want to follow him.

"You little thing, you're usually so timid, unwilling to bother with us unless there's some benefit—how can you be so eager today?"

The little nun in white twitched her nose, standing with arms akimbo, looking puffed with anger.

"You're not cut out from a leaf, are you? Hurry back."

As soon as Yang Zhu finished speaking, the little creature kept swaying its head, turning into a golden light that continually circled around him, refusing to leave no matter what.

The little qilin clung to Yang Zhu's side, even stopping to bite tightly onto the corner of his clothes, looking aggrieved and pitiful as it lifted its head to gaze at him.

"Do as you please."

Yang Zhu could only nod helplessly; after all, such a simple-minded creature would be fun to have around.

The Divine Silkworm's nature is somewhat similar to that of the immortality elixir, making it especially sensitive to life energy and the like.

As one of the strongest physiques, the Holy Body Dao Embryo, and possessing the blood of a Great Emperor, the Divine Silkworm could definitely sense something, so it naturally followed Yang Zhu—no surprise.

"Ee-ya-ya!"

Seeing Yang Zhu nod, the golden little qilin finally loosened its grip, its clear eyes full of joy, it began to chirp 'ee-ya ee-ya'. 'This little thing really has good taste.' The big black dog narrowed its eyes at the little qilin, unable to stop grinning foolishly.

"Let me see how the injury is."

Yang Zhu walked over to Ye Fan, placed his finger on his brow, and a strand of cool qi flowed down his forehead into his body.

Pang Bo, Li Heishui, and the others held their breath and focused, fearing to disturb Yang Zhu, they clenched their fists so tightly that their joints turned blue from the strain, yet they didn't even notice.

"After only a moment, Yang Zhu withdrew his finger and said simply, 'It's a minor injury, nothing serious.'"

"Woof! I said before, finding Yang Zhu means there's definitely hope!" the Black Emperor muttered.

Yang Zhu grabbed Ye Fan's arm, and in an instant they vanished from the spot, reappearing above the Divine City.

A streak of immortal light shot out from within Yang Zhu, rapidly expanding to several dozen zhang and hanging above Ye Fan's head.

"Hum!"

In an instant, a powerful aura spread, the void rippling like a water curtain, divine radiance shining in all directions, with myriad auspicious signs cascading down.

Chaotic essence qi coiled about, pouring down from the heavens in vast quantities, weighing as much as a hundred thousand jun, a single strand enough to collapse mountain ranges.

Chaotic qi blanketed the sky above the Divine City, like a great earthquake had occurred; its terrifying might made the Divine City tremble on the verge of collapse.

"Good heavens, what is that? How can it feel like the Divine City won't be able to hold on?"

"This... this couldn't be the legendary chaotic qi, could it? Even after searching all of the Eastern Wasteland, not a trace can be found—how could the amount be so enormous?"

All the cultivators in the city were startled, as divine rays shot up from within, and they lifted their heads to gaze upward.

Faced with the vast and mighty chaotic qi, everyone felt their hearts pound with fear, as if their bodies were about to split and their souls trembled uncontrollably.

Even mighty experts felt a sense of suffocation in the face of such surging chaotic qi, their hearts seeming to be gripped tightly by a great hand, waves of stabbing pain making them break out in cold sweat.

"The chaotic principle..."

Ye Fan was equally astonished; the Hun Dun Chi above his head wove together countless strands of principle, profoundly mysterious, even traces of imperial might seeping out?

Even his Mother Qi Cauldron of All Things could not compare to it; Ye Fan concluded that the Hun Dun Chi was absolutely not inferior to a holy weapon!

What a terrifying weapon……

The Prince of Great Xia wore a crown, his eyes shooting out two beams of bright light, wanting to see the true form of Hun Dun Chi, but he found that no matter how hard he tried, his divine sense could never break through even a wisp of mist.

An Miaoyi wore a white robe, her black hair glossy, her red lips sensual and alluring, she stood tall and graceful, her beauty breathtaking.

You're still the same, possessing unmatched elegance……

This perfect-colored woman gazed at Yang Zhu, a strange light flashing in her eyes; besides admiration, there seemed to be another feeling.

With the appearance of Hun Dun Chi, many people were shocked, yet their eyes burned with fervor.

However, out of awe for the Holy Body Dao Embryo's might, most restrained themselves, after all Yang Zhu wasn't Ye Fan; he was strong enough on his own, and besides, he had Yaochi behind him.

But there were always some who feared nothing, unable to be restrained by anything in their frenzy for treasures; Yang Zhu could sense several extremely greedy gazes.

With a thought, the underground dragon veins surged, and instantly several streams of dragon qi shot out, blasting the eight elders up above the Divine City.

I… we… little friend, what does this mean?

Those people were stunned; they had the idea to seize it, but dared not show it openly, for otherwise a single misstep would bring eternal doom!

That person is Elder Chen of the Phantom Annihilation Palace; it's said he already reached the fourth level of the Dragon Transformation two hundred years ago, and now he's probably made even more progress!

Good heavens, that person in the gray Daoist robe—could he be the Scattered Mountain Daoist who was renowned six hundred years ago?

Many in the city exclaimed, recognizing these people's identities; without exception, their backgrounds were not small.

What do they mean? Could they be trying to seize the Holy Body Dao Embryo's treasure?

Heh… otherwise why would Yang Zhu drag them out? Really, they're like a turtle eating a scale weight, dead set on seeking death!

Most of those staying in the Divine City were not simple; they instantly understood what was going on, and soon many sneered repeatedly, their gazes indifferent.

(End of Chapter)