Chapter 205

"Extreme Dao Emperor's Armament……is it very strong?"

Yan Yixi asked, but just hearing those few words was extremely domineering; wanting it would certainly not be weak.

"Once activated, it can shatter the sun, moon, and stars; millions of li of land will instantly be reduced to flat ground."

The big black dog explained, knowing that the Zi Wei star region had no Emperor's Armament, so the other party was unaware and didn't find it strange.

"That's forged by the hands of a great emperor; what do you think? In the face of Emperor's Armaments, peerless holy weapons are as tiny as dust, unattainable even a fraction!" Duan De spoke.

"This……"

After hearing that, Yan Yixi's expression was wonderful; he was momentarily shocked speechless.

"Swish!"

The lid of the Heaven-Swallowing Demon Jar opened; a slight tremor made heaven and earth fall silent, shaking out a thousand-zhang black light, divine radiance like a bolt, sharp and unstoppable as it smashed down.

"Not good!"

The heavily wounded Yin Tianzhi felt that heaven-destroying, earth-annihilating power; frightened, his heart and soul turned cold, his very spirit fled.

All kinds of Shen Gong and secret techniques were unleashed without reservation, even igniting his divine soul, striving with all his might just to seize a thread of life.

The pitch-black clay pot was too eerie and terrifying; he had no doubt that if struck by that black light, he would instantly turn to ashes! "Is it useful?"

But he ultimately overestimated himself; Yang Zhu wielded the Heaven-Swallowing Demon Lid, evolving it with the Fighting War God Method—how could it be so easily resisted?

Boom! The black light swept down; thousands of li of mountain ranges instantly turned to flying ash, everything vanished, even the Great Dao was worn away.

And Yin Tianzhi exhausted all his Shen Gong and secret techniques, yet to no avail; a single strike annihilated his mind and spirit, not even his remnant soul could escape.

Yin Tianzhi, a peerless genius of the Zi Wei Gu Xing star region, fell just like that!

The demon jar vanished, qi and blood retracted inward, and everything returned to normal.

Yang Zhu's black robe fluttered, his eyes deep as stars, like a banished immortal, unstained, transcendent and unworldly.

At that moment, a vast expanse of blazing light surged inside the Xuan Du Cave, a complex pattern of formations appeared, and simultaneously a void realm opened, revealing a new world.

Opening his divine eye, Yang Zhu saw an ancient hall, simple and natural, revealing Dao traces, and also saw the four large characters "Tai Qing Holy Realm".

"Two slaves, also trying to block me?"

Yang Zhu glanced at the young servant before him; a flick of his finger sent out a scarlet glow, blasting him to ashes.

"Brother Yang's strength truly leaves me in the dust." Yan Yixi stepped forward, unable to help praising.

Yin Tianzhi, as the close brother of Yin Tian De, naturally also inherited the Eight Scenes Palace legacy; his power is unfathomable, and none dare provoke him.

But today, he was subdued by Yang Zhu in just a few moves, his dominance reaching the extreme, perfectly illustrating what invincible bearing means!

"Good thing that damn Yin Tian De isn't here, otherwise he'd also be cut down!"

The big black dog, with a square head and big ears, proudly raised his head, full of confidence.

"Let's go."

A splendid great road unfolded, connecting to the deepest part of the Xuan Du Cave; Yang Zhu stepped onto it, strolling forward.

No matter how the surrounding fields surged or killing intent raged, this splendid road could not be shaken, as if eternal and indestructible through myriad calamities.

After a moment, they easily crossed the complex formations and arrived unharmed inside the void realm.

Within the Tai Qing Holy Realm, dragon grass grows, cinnabar fungi spit out auspicious signs; many immortals stand as high as the heavens, silver threads hang from the clouds, rushing down thousands of zhang.

The Eight Scenes Palace appeared before their eyes: purple rocks towered, cliffs smooth, myriad rare herbs and strange stones, strange trees; auspicious beasts like qilin and immortal roars roamed, auspicious signs exhaled, a scene of harmony.

In the midst of the immortal land, the jade pavilion of the immortal gate, ancient halls shrouded in mist, all enveloped in purple vapor, faintly visible, mysterious and hazy, as if situated beyond the thirty-third heaven.

"So this is the Eight Scenes Palace indeed, just as the outside world said—a place of immortal land!" Seeing the scenery, Duan De couldn't help exclaiming.

"Everyone says the Eight Scenes Palace is divine land; everyone wants to see it, but after Yin Tian De took over, few could enter."

Yan Yixi, suave and debonair, had long admired the Eight Scenes Palace, but restrained by Yin Tian De's strength, he always regretted being unable to explore it.

Who would have thought that today, following Yang Zhu, he would actually enter.

"This place is all formations; be careful."

The big black dog narrowed his eyes, staring at the ground ahead, solemnly warning the group.

The formations here are extremely intricate and unfathomably profound, connected to every mountain and stream of this place; one could say each spot can be triggered, ingeniously surpassing nature, exquisitely perfect.

"Only the master of the Eight Scenes Palace can fully control the formations; without his permission, for others to step in is no different than trying to climb to heaven."

The big black dog continued, saying that with his attainments in formation arts, looking at the formations before him left him feeling overwhelmed.

Laozi, a man of great wisdom—this place being his handiwork, how could it be ordinary?

"The Eight Scenes Palace is truly extraordinary; if……"

Yang Zhu said, when suddenly a thought arose, and he turned his gaze to the big black dog.

"What's up?" the big black dog tilted his head, face full of confusion.

"I want to incorporate this place into my possession, to make it my rear garden."

Yang Zhu was very pleased with this place; if incorporated, it would undoubtedly be an excellent choice.

"Really……really?!"

Upon hearing that, the big black dog's eyes narrowed, instantly becoming utterly lecherous and greedy, the upturned corners of his mouth impossible to conceal.

To others, this would be nothing less than a madman's dream; but for Yang Zhu, this imperial son, nothing is impossible.

"Even the enlightenment tea trees of the Undying Mountain can be seized, let alone an Eight Scenes Palace! 'Do you want to take over this place?'"

Yan Yixi has dwelled here since birth, knowing what the Eight Scenes Palace in Zi Wei signifies.

Only with sufficient talent and receiving recognition can one pass the Eight Scenes Palace's examination, after which there is hope to become its master.

Yin Tian De is the only person in fifty thousand years to have passed the examination; from this one can know how daunting its difficulty is! "Not bad, and I also intend to take this place away; you wait for me here."

Having said that, Yang Zhu strolled toward the central ancient hall, fearless of any formation.

He possessed the Secret of the Character 'Walking', was himself sufficiently strong, and wore the black robe personally forged by the Beginningless Great Emperor; entering this place was like entering a no-man's land, with nothing able to obstruct him.

"The Virtuous Heavenly Lord……"

Soon he arrived before the ancient hall, seeing the three ancient, simple characters 'Eight Views Palace'; an ancient feeling swept over him.

The huge stone gate stood several tens of zhang high, its surface carved with fish, birds, grass, and trees, mostly common natural scenery.

Every stroke and line contained Dao traces, as if alive, vivid and lifelike.

Two stone pillars stood before the entrance; even four or five people could not encircle one, their carved beams and painted pillars mostly depicting strange beasts and immortal treasures, wondrous and extraordinary.

Yang Zhu stood in place for a long time, carefully contemplating, before finally pushing the door open.

Inside the ancient hall, purple splendor flowed; every brick and tile was crystal clear, radiating a divine light, with mysterious Dao patterns faintly appearing.

This place was extremely spacious, simple and majestic; upon entering, Zen chants and Dao sounds came, like ancient sacrificial music, infinitely profound.

(End of chapter)