Chapter 194: Solar True Classic

Yang Zhu swept forward, divine and unmatched, his body flowing with light, purple‑gold shining, a divine glow flowing within.

Earth Emperor Worms below the Third Severing of Dao could at most last ten rounds before being pulverized to ash before him.

Yang Zhu swept everything below, while Heihuang and Duan De guarding the cave entrance were not idle either.

Over the years following Yang Zhu, they gained many opportunities, and having often roamed among the great ruins, their treasures were naturally plentiful.

Their talents were extraordinary; compared to the prideful geniuses of the Eastern Wasteland, they were not lacking, so long ago they both had already broken through to Dragon Transformation.

"What a pity, these fellows don't have a single valuable thing on them."

Duan De was bulky in build, yet unusually agile; with a step he spanned a hundred feet, raising his white, plump hand and striking down, heavy as ten thousand jun.

The Earth Emperor Worm's body cracked, falling like a meteor, but before it hit the ground, a green light burst forth, and a green dagger sliced it in half at the waist.

"It doesn't matter; having Earth Emperor Essence is enough—it's a rare supreme treasure!"

Heihuang had a big head and large ears, a strong sturdy body, demonic qi surging, his huge black paw the size of a mat; a single palm strike carried an imposing force not to be underestimated.

"Bang!"

One blow shattered the opponent, blood pouring like pillars, bones flying sideways; he pursued closely, unleashing two consecutive palms that cut him down.

He then darted out quickly, striking with a heavy blow before the other Earth Emperor Worm could react, he spat a black light that annihilated it.

"You little bastards, even I can't handle you anymore."

Even with Dragon Transformation cultivation, taking a palm from Heihuang solidly, not to speak of heavy injury near death, at least bones break and tendons snap, flesh and blood flying.

These two, besides grave‑robbing, often looted homes, making the world hear of them and tremble, desperate to avoid them.

Aside from their wicked, smoke‑raising personalities, who would think they lack genuine strength?

People despise them because they cannot escape or defeat them, so they usually join forces; otherwise, who would dare act with just one faction?

The two joined forces to block the exit, slaughtering nonstop; before and after, over a hundred Earth Emperor Worms were slain, corpses littering the ground, blood dyeing the brown plain red.

Below the abyss, Yang Zhu swept forward, quickly reaching the deepest point.

Behind him, blood mist drifted halfway through the air, so thick it wouldn't disperse for long; shattered corpses littered the ground, over a thousand Earth Emperor Worms slain in his single battle, none surviving.

In contrast, Yang Zhu's black robe remained unstained, his divine power within like an ocean, without the slightest loss.

Like a blazing divine furnace, brilliant and dazzling, incredibly hot! "What is this?"

Approaching the nest, Yang Zhu spotted a human skeleton not far away, head lowered, sitting cross‑legged there.

The skeleton had been sitting for at least tens of thousands of years, yet its bones retained a crystalline luster like fine jade, even retaining a trace of divine power.

"A saint's skeleton—could it be that the Earth Emperor Worms here have reached saintly cultivation?"

Upon closer inspection, he found it was indeed a saint's corpse, leaving Yang Zhu puzzled.

Though the bones before him were not rotted, they bore multiple fractures; a terrifying injury slanted downward from the right shoulder, stopping less than a centimeter from the heart.

The immaculate white corpse was imperishable, retaining a most special aura, holy and scorching.

It seemed that before Yang Zhu's eyes was not a corpse but a blazing sun! It sat cross‑legged here, uncovered, with no defensive formation, yet no Earth Emperor Worm dared approach, as if fearing it.

In the skeleton's hand was tightly clutched a piece of "torn cloth," like a fragment torn from clothing, nearly weathered to ash.

Yang Zhu picked up the torn cloth; on its small area were tens of thousands of ancient characters, each too tiny for the naked eye to discern, perceptible only through spiritual sense.

The characters were written in saint's blood; even after countless ages, a faint light still flowed, preserving the torn cloth to this day. "Solar True Classic?"

Yang Zhu roughly scanned the contents and was deeply shocked.

This was actually an ancient scripture of one of the Human Emperors, the Solar Holy Emperor!

Its content is complex and profound, implicitly containing the wonder of returning to simplicity and truth; it is an ultimate understanding of the Dao, holding boundless mysteries.

Moreover, it is a complete, unblemished scripture, truly a Great Emperor's ancient classic! As one of the Human Emperors, the Solar Holy Emperor's achievements are immeasurable; for humanity, they cannot be erased or belittled!

The Lunar and Solar Human Emperors' ancient scriptures each influenced later Great Emperors to some extent.

When establishing a Great Emperor's scripture, one usually draws on and contemplates others.

"I now understand why Father made this the first stop."

Suddenly Yang Zhu had an epiphany: who would have thought the Solar True Classic would appear in an uninhabitable unknown star field? "Senior, since you possess the complete Solar True Classic, you must be a descendant of the Holy Emperor; having received your favor, I naturally ought to do something in return."

He stowed the torn cloth, his eyes shooting two beams of light as he gazed toward the cave ahead, probing the source; nothing could escape detection.

In the deepest part of the nest lay a colossal corpse, at least a thousand feet tall, like a great mountain.

Even though it had long since passed away, terrifying ripples still emanated from it.

Like the ancient saint before it, the corpse's cultivation in life was at least at the Saint realm, immensely powerful.

On this corpse, many parts were smashed and missing, and the fractured surfaces of the wounds bore traces resembling burns.

"No wonder he's a descendant of the Holy Emperor……"

Before Yang Zhu's eyes, a diagram unfolded, tracing origins and observing past and present; scene after scene emerged—what had once happened here.

It turned out that this ancient saint, passing by here, happened to notice an anomaly.

Upon investigation, he discovered that a once‑famous primeval species was actually eking out an existence here, and immediately resolved to exterminate it.

Afterward, he engaged the strongest of the Earth Emperor Worms—the Insect Emperor—in a heaven‑shaking battle; though he slew his foe, he himself suffered grave injuries.

On the brink of death, to prevent the true classic from being lost, he exhausted his last drop of essence blood to leave the scripture behind, then passed away.

The Chaos Heavenly Blade was unleashed, chopping down with full force; its terrifying aura obliterated even the void, giving rise to a massive black hole.

"Boom!"

Facing the blade's single strike, the Earth Emperor Worm's nest was split in two and completely collapsed.

The fierce killing intent was unmatched, ripping heaven and earth; the creatures within had no time to retaliate or flee before being slaughtered.

Except for a few extraordinarily strong survivors, none were spared.

"Howl…"

The collapsing cavern let out faint wails; the four remaining Earth Emperor Worms of Saint Lord strength, though they managed to survive, were shaken until their bodies cracked and blood surged into pillars.

"Today I will exterminate you all."

Yang Zhu couldn't be bothered to waste more time; holding the Heavenly Blade, he vanished in a single step from the spot and charged in to kill.

(End of chapter)