Chapter 172

The spiritual qi over the sea is dense, like water vapor rising, fresh and invigorating, it is a great place for cultivation.

Yang Zhu's eyes tightly closed, the three "he" simultaneously sensed cultivation, the spiritual energy of this space was lightly stirred, turning into three heavenly rivers, madly converging.

Immortal radiance flowed over his whole body, every pore opened, within it myriad strands of auspicious colors fell, auspicious phenomena abounded, the scene was vast and tranquil.

His body trembled, the life energy of this place was instantly drained, then ripples spread across the sea surface, followed by endless streams of milky-white mist rising.

"It seems somewhat similar to the white mist of the Cloud-Break Mountain Range."

The milky-white mist was not ordinary spiritual power; it contained an extraordinary life essence, each strand extremely pure, comparable to refined pure source.

The energy surge was like a sea, endless and tumultuous, layer upon layer higher, nine layers in total, reaching the Nine Heavens, vast and boundless pressing down, then Yang Zhu absorbed and refined it almost completely.

Yang Zhu's mind was ethereal; in a blink, several months passed, during which he continuously absorbed vast amounts of life essence.

At the same time, the Dao-self, True-self, and Departed-self chanted the Ancient Emperor's Scripture together, comprehending the great Dao of this world, gaining much, and his cultivation realm advanced by leaps and bounds.

Half a year later, Yang Zhu slowly opened his eyes; his eyes glittered with sun, moon, and stars, extremely brilliant, as if a galaxy had fallen into them, deep and ethereal, unfathomable.

The sea water beneath his feet rippled glitteringly; the jade-like luster had dissipated, no longer pure as a divine spring, returning to its original state.

Over this half year, the tens of thousands of rich essence accumulated were completely absorbed by Yang Zhu; combined with the cultivation method of the Dao of Time, his realm broke through successively.

Now, he broke through from the fifth level of Dragon Transformation to the eighth level; the Nine Transformations of Dragon Transformation and ascension to the Immortal Platform are no longer far away.

He rose to his full height, suddenly his heart stirred, a strange feeling arose within.

His embroidered robe swayed, the void was torn open a crack; thereafter, hazy chaos surged, gradually evolving into a scene.

In the scene, a man sat cross-legged in the void, stars entwined around him, endless essence surging.

This person wore seven-colored phoenix robes, his qi and blood vigorous, faintly emitting a terrifying tremor that made the heart palpitate; his strength far surpassed that of Wang Teng's league, and he held an overwhelming advantage.

He was handsome as jade, extremely good-looking; even women would be eclipsed, only slightly inferior to Yang Zhu by half a point, and likewise flawless.

"The aura of the Beginningless Great Emperor... it's you!"

That person suddenly opened his eyes, gazing through the vast void; his brilliant eyes showed some shock, mixed with joy.

He immediately stood up, his expression wary yet delighted, staring unblinkingly at Yang Zhu, his eyes flashing with an inexplicable light.

"Wait for me."

After a moment of mutual gaze, Yang Zhu merely said a sentence, then walked toward the deep sea; that scene gradually dissipated after he turned and left.

"Naturally."

The handsome young man slightly nodded, stars swirling around his side, as if the lord of heaven and earth; he waved his hand, and the scene completely vanished.

The two said little more, nor did they speak disparagingly or harshly; there was only solemnity and caution, for they were each other's unparalleled foes.

The Beginningless Great Emperor and the Undying Heavenly Emperor both possessed world-shaking divine might; among the ancient emperors, they were also exceptionally outstanding.

They have always been at odds, so their descendants must inevitably fight, a matter of life and death, unavoidable.

"What of the Undying Heavenly Phoenix Body? When the time comes, I will suppress it all."

Regarding this, Yang Zhu did not feel overly worried, for he had confidence that he would behead that person.

Regardless of physique, bloodline, or foundation, Yang Zhu is in no way inferior; moreover, he chose to sever his own cultivation and retrain from scratch, his experience also not weak. In his first life, the Beginningless Great Emperor dared to confront head-on the Undying Heavenly Emperor who had lived for millions of years; his strength was such that even the latter greatly feared him.

One can imagine how terrifying the Sacred Body Dao Embryo is.

Besides that, he harbors an even greater ambition: to evolve an immortal realm, surpassing all people past and present, and accomplish what they cannot.

(Don't tell me "the second generation cannot surpass the first, and moreover the Beginningless is a reincarnation of an Immortal King." Listen up, the protagonist's surname is 'Yang', the 'Yang' of the red-haired monster, his cultivation can reach above the Sacrificial Dao!)(Cough cough… got a bit excited, I'll continue writing.) This place is in the Qinling Mountains, with three dragon veins connected, magnificent and grand, the terrain implicitly containing profound mystery, the dragon energy endless.

Although the spiritual energy has now been completely absorbed by Yang Zhu, given enough time it can recover to its former prosperity.

In the deepest part of the sea lies a sea eye, where an ancient coffin floats up and down, having been suppressed here for tens of thousands of years.

Yang Zhu took out the jade stone he had found at the entrance, threw it out, and it perfectly inlaid into the notch on the coffin.

"Boom—"

A muffled sound came, the ancient coffin paused a moment, a crack opened, a divine light flew out and landed in Yang Zhu's hand, after which it sank sideways to the bottom.

In Yang Zhu's hand was a scroll; upon opening it, he discovered it was a map, with no textual annotations at all.

Not knowing where this is, nor what it points to, yet one thing is undeniable: to be preserved so perfectly by an ancient sage, it must be extraordinary.

For now having no clue, he could only put the scroll away, then tear open a void rift and leave this place.

He did not rush to leave, but went to the other two entrances; as he had guessed, each had an altar.

Yang Zhu opened the stone coffin; fortunately it had not been opened before; inside were a bronze mirror and a divine-smiting whip, both holy weapons, albeit damaged.

"The Sage Huacan spent his life battling the netherworld; even his holy weapons are specially designed to restrain yin evil."

The three altars all held the holy weapons used by the Sage Huacan in life; before his sitting in meditation, they were suppressed in the stone coffins, so that the fated could obtain them.

His relics contain no dangerous mechanisms; as long as one's strength is sufficient and they gain his approval, they can open and take them.

According to his deductions, Yang Zhu discovered that the Holy Maiden of Yaochi was at an ancient ruin a thousand li away; he instantly vanished from the spot.

The Holy Maiden of Yaochi stood on a mountain peak, overlooking the layered ridges, seeming to be in contemplation; suddenly she sensed something, gazing toward a certain void, and in the next instant a familiar figure appeared.

"You're finally well."

Upon seeing Yang Zhu, she froze for a moment, her veil trembling slightly, her eyes full of gentle smiles.

"What have you discovered?" Yang Zhu asked.

"I have long heard that in the Qinling Mountains of Zhongzhou there are many legends, extremely mysterious; these past months I have wandered throughout the Qinling, gaining much."

Over this half year, the Holy Maiden of Yaochi has not been idle; she began exploring the Qinling, discovering many memories and extraordinary terrains, gaining considerable opportunity.

During this time, she also sought ruins mentioned in historical legends, such as the Immortal-Transforming Pool and the Ascension Platform, but unfortunately found none.

"Where are you headed next?"

After a brief exchange, the Holy Maiden of Yaochi inquired.

(End of chapter)