Chapter 200: Descending upon the Zi Wei Ancient Star Domain

There is the aura of an ancient great emperor.

Half a month later, several people finally arrived at a place with the source of life.

Zi Wei Ancient Emperor Star, also called Zi Wei Star Field, is a truly deserving life Gu Xing, with boundless land, limitless expanse, towering mountains piercing the clouds, as high as the heavens.

This is a magnificent world, grand yet not losing its beauty, majestic yet not losing its immortal aura, teeming with life, awe‑inspiring.

The vast earth, surging rivers leap tens of thousands of miles; within lie many divine islands, immortal soils, spirit energies shooting to the heavens, a hundred teachings coexist, extremely prosperous! 'Woowo—collect human pets!'

The big black dog couldn't help but wail like ghosts and wolves, excited beyond compare; compared to the previous two destinations, this place's allure and longing for him are even greater!

A hundred teachings coexist, divine dynasties spread everywhere, extremely prosperous—that shows that the divine sons and divine daughters here must have extraordinary talents! 'Hehe, that this emperor will lower himself a bit and reluctantly take a few holy sons and such as human pets!'

The big black dog tilted its head, smiling lecherously and craftily, its mouth almost splitting to the base of its ears.

……

Seeing this, Yang Zhu frowned and Duan De despised it; this guy is still the same……

How fragrant! There's treasure here!

The big black dog's nose twitched, its eyes instantly brightened, turning into a black light that shot out, with Yang Zhu and Duan De closely following.

Ancient trees lush, old vines entwined, mountains and waters reflected, scenery exceptionally lovely, the long‑absent fresh air easily makes one relax completely.

Yang Zhu and company have high cultivation, and they master the 'Stride' secret; their speed is astonishing, covering dozens of li in just a moment.

'Found it!' The big black dog suddenly accelerated, lunging forward in an instant.

In the valley there is a protruding divine spring, less than half a zhang wide; at its bottom is a fist‑sized eye, with spring water gurgling outward.

This divine spring is bluish‑green and crystal clear, spirit energy mingling, pure and imbued with divinity; the rising mist refreshes the heart and mind.

Beside the divine spring grows a spirit grass, its stems and leaves jade‑green, with only a few leaves swaying and glowing, each emitting a soft halo.

A fist‑sized fruit hangs there, red all over, lovely and tempting, looking fresh and juicy, easily stimulating one's appetite.

'Biyuan fruit, it bears fruit only once every thousand years; not only is its flesh delicious, it also heals internal ailments and beautifies the complexion!'

The big black dog shoved its big face forward, drool streaming like a small stream.

'You dead dog, you really have something.'

The Boundless Daoist muttered; the big black dog's nose was indeed extraordinarily keen, catching the fragrance drifting in the air even from such a distance.

Having said that, he pretended to be very curious and quietly moved closer.

'Woof! This is what this emperor found, you dead fatty—if you dare have designs on it, this emperor will certainly not forgive you!'

The big black dog instantly became alert, glaring malevolently at the scoundrel Daoist, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth, its eyes unfriendly.

'Tsk, the Daoist elder is just curious, who would want to fight a dead dog like you over it?'

Duan De understood the big black dog's nature, feeling a bit uneasy, and pretended not to care by looking aside.

The two often fought over treasures, arguing at the slightest disagreement, but the big black dog's body is like divine metal, harder than refined steel, hard to shake.

Even Ye Fan with his ancient holy body couldn't gain an advantage, which caused Duan De to suffer losses in their fights.

Being bitten by a dog is a common occurrence.

Although the Biyuan fruit is nice, it's not worth Duan De being chased and bitten by the big black dog; he simply gritted his teeth and gave up.

'Wait… wait a moment!'

The big black dog wiped away its saliva, reaching out to pick, when a somewhat childish voice came from behind.

Yang Zhu looked over and saw, not far away, a sixteen‑ or seventeen‑year‑old boy also looking in his direction.

'Brother, I… I also want this spirit herb; can you give it to me?'

The boy's eyes were very clear, he looked simple and honest, even a bit shy; while saying this he actually felt embarrassed, lowering his gaze. Anyone who tried to seize his treasure would have made the big black dog erupt, eager to smash them with a palm.

But at this moment he froze, because the boy not only looked harmless, his cultivation was only at the third transformation of the Dao Palace, leaving him unsure how to act.

'Do you want it?'

The big black dog stared at the boy for a moment, then turned its questioning gaze to Yang Zhu.

'I… I want to take it to save my mother.'

The boy, likely seeing such a burly black dog for the first time, was frightened and retreated a few steps.

Then he gathered courage, glanced shyly at Yang Zhu, scratched his head, his smile pure.

'Brother, can I compete with you? If I win, could you give me this fruit?'

Although the boy didn't know anyone's strength, for his mother's sake he had no choice but to steel himself and go forward.

Yang Zhu possesses the divine eye, able to see through falsehood and probe the source; even the reincarnation mark within Duan De's body is clear to him.

'Take it.'

Before Yang Zhu's eyes, every inch of the boy's soul could not escape his scan; his whole body emitted a faint halo, spotless and pure.

Put simply, he is as pure as a blank sheet of paper, with no ulterior motives.

'Then I'll give it to you.'

Since Yang Zhu had spoken, the big black dog naturally had no objection, but it quickly turned its mind to the divine spring, lunging over and beginning to drink deeply.

He gulped like a whale sucking an ox; after just a few mouthfuls, the divine spring was reduced by nearly a third.

'You dead dog, leave some for me!'

The scoundrel Daoist jumped up, cursing the disloyal dead dog, producing a treasure bottle and quickly filling it with the spring water.

The boy timidly stepped forward, carefully plucking the red fruit, then relaxed and smiled with delight.

'Damn, this emperor is handsome and graceful, jade‑like in bearing—what are you afraid of……'

The big black dog gulping the divine spring glanced over, dissatisfiedly grumbling, very confident in its appearance and demeanor.

A youth at the Dao Palace realm, seeing the black dog with demonic aura rising for the first time, how could he not be afraid?

'What a familiar feeling.'

Suddenly Yang Zhu sensed something and looked straight ahead.

Through layer upon layer of mountains, he saw a living fossil holding an ancient wooden box, appearing quite wary, and under the escort of several other elders, he was hurrying along.

"Don't drink anymore, go have a look."

Yang Zhu moved forward to check, but the boy stopped him at that moment: "Brother, I'm Gu Yu. What's your name?"

"Yang Zhu."

Hearing that, Yang Zhu glanced back, then took a single step and vanished from the spot.

"Here I come!"

The big black dog drank the divine spring dry, then followed alongside Duan Dehua, who had made dark light.

Several white-haired elders traveled together, their strength not weak, their expressions stern, constantly vigilant of their surroundings.

The leader was the vice palace master of the Human King Palace, a living fossil over three thousand years old, with silver hair shining bright, spirited demeanor, and full of vigor.

This boy will appear later, so I'm not just padding the text.

(End of chapter)