Chapter 208

You've been looking for me all along, haven't you?

Yang Zhu's black hair flowed like a waterfall as he spoke calmly.

When the news that he possessed half a page of the divine spirit spread, many forces stirred, all wanting to seize it for themselves.

Among them, the people of the Changsheng Daoist Temple were the most eager, for they already held half a page, had long been yearning, and had constantly searched for Yang Zhu's whereabouts.

You... you are Yang Zhu?

Zheng Que Daoist was stunned, then reacted; besides surprise, his eyes showed more fervor and greed.

I came for the other half-page; if you produce it, I can let you go.

Yang Zhu didn't beat around the bush, directly stating his purpose.

Haha, you're being overly arrogant; our Changsheng Daoist Temple has been passed down for tens of thousands of years—how could we be threatened by you?

Just a brat, yet you dare act so arrogantly; today I will capture you!

Behind the vermilion gate, several elders walked out; though their hair and beard were all white, their complexions were radiant, full of vigor.

Their strength was not weak; at the very least they had Great Ability cultivation, and as the temple master, Zheng Que Daoist had already reached the peak of the second stage of immortality, with one foot stepping into the third stage's Dao Severing.

Boom!

A silver disc was sacrificed by Yang Zhu; as it slowly turned, the Great Emperor Killing Formation gradually recovered, and with a boom, the emperor's might spread.

The intricate lines of the Great Emperor Formation flickered, appearing beneath the night moon; in an instant, heaven and earth rumbled, myriad paths trembled, and the bright moon and stars above instantly dimmed, losing their radiance.

The Ruthless Person's Killing Formation unfurled, covering a radius of tens of thousands of li, and a strange aura began to permeate...

What's happening...

The two who had just spoken, though still youthful with crane-like hair, in just a few breaths lost the luster of their skin, gradually becoming withered.

What power is this... I... my lifespan is rapidly draining! No, don't!

The source of life was ebbing away at a horrifying speed; the two instantly became extremely aged, their breath like a silken thread, as if the wick of a lamp about to burn out, ready to expire at any moment.

Before the eyes of the others, the two went from youthful appearance with crane hair to an aged state, finally turning to ash, their lives ending...

All this occurred within just a few breaths; the two supreme elders who had lived for several thousand years had their lifespans utterly exhausted! 'What a terrifying formation... far beyond what a saint's great formation can compare to!'

Zheng Que Daoist and the others were terrified out of their wits by this scene, their souls trembling, fear reaching its peak!

I'll give you one more chance: hand over that half-page, and I'll spare your lives.

As the words fell, the grand temple's gates slammed shut; Yang Zhu activated the Soldier Character Secret, seizing that ancient holy weapon.

How could the Changsheng Daoist Temple...

Zheng Que Daoist's face turned ashen, shocked to the core; he realized his connection with the temple had been severed, and he could no longer control it.

Only then did he understand how terrifying the person before him was.

Possessing a formation that could crush the ancient saints' patterns, in an instant it took away the tens of thousands of holy weapons they had held...

The Divine Spirit Ancient Scripture is said to hold the chance to become an immortal; you want to monopolize it alone—your ambition is too great—do you think you can oppose the whole world?

Even so, Zheng Que Daoist refused to hand it over, for the temptation of the Divine Spirit Ancient Scripture is unimaginable, capable of driving anyone mad—even a moth flying into flame would not hesitate.

Upon hearing that, Yang Zhu said nothing more; the Ruthless Person's Killing Formation fully revived, emperor's might permeated, unstoppable, and in a moment it ground everyone to dust.

No matter if you possess top-tier god-master cultivation, before the Great Emperor Killing Formation all are but ants, unable to raise even a splash.

The ancient saints' weapons are not bad.

The Changsheng Daoist Temple itself is a remodeled ancient holy weapon, within which lies a complex grand formation laid down by an ancient saint.

The formation's might is not inferior to, and even surpasses, that of a holy weapon—'Then let's take it; the more, the better.'

The emperor's weapon within his body revived; a golden war spear shot out a thread of imperial might, slaying the deities within the temple, after which Yang Zhu imprinted his divine soul into it.

The temple quickly shrank to fist size, hovering in Yang Zhu's palm, crystal clear, ancient and solemn.

Have you seen enough?

Having stored the silver disc and the temple, Yang Zhu turned his gaze toward a distant mountain peak.

Under the moonlight, petals filled the sky, each piece crystalline, with specks of halo, a fragrant waft that entered the nostrils, making every pore relax.

There stood a peerless beauty, her divine robes fluttering, her figure slender, her lovely face as pure and flawless as jade, her eyes full of spiritual grace.

I am the young lady Yi Qingwu; I have met Master Yang Zhu.

Her graceful bearing as she saluted was elegant and magnanimous, possessing a beauty so breathtaking that any peerless beauty before her would feel ashamed.

Yi Qingwu, a goddess akin to Luo Shen, is the foremost beauty of the Zi Wei Gu Xing Realm, beyond dispute.

Tell Yin Tian De that in a few days I will go and slay him.

Having said that, Yang Zhu gave no further glance, his body gradually turning illusory and vanishing from the spot.

Although Yi Qingwu is the top beauty of Zi Wei, compared to Yang Zhu's demeanor and appearance, she ultimately falls a bit short.

Yang Zhu's peerless visage and unmatched bearing are beyond even a peerless beauty like Yi Qingwu to attain, after all, his bloodline lies there.

(The Beginningless Great Emperor: Who dares speak more? Crush them all!)

I don't even know how they are.

After deduction, Yang Zhu quickly locked onto the whereabouts of the big black dog and company, crossing the void.

You dead fatso, is the news really accurate? What if he doesn't show up?

The big black dog, Duan De, Yan Yixi, and a strange man wearing five-colored divine robes—four in all—lay hidden in the void.

They all restrained their aura, as if lying in wait for something.

He should come; I previously summoned that mongrel bird in Wangkong City, and it will surely rush over.

As the unscrupulous Daoist said that, he absentmindedly stroked his chin; in truth, he himself wasn't fully certain.

Little Black.

Suddenly, the void trembled; Yang Zhu stepped out from within, appearing before them.

Imperial Son! You've finally figured it out—now that lot won't be far from death!

Upon seeing the arrival, the big black dog leapt down several meters high and immediately ran over, very excited.

"Brother Yang! You finally made it out of seclusion."

The wicked daoist patted his belly and cheerfully rushed over with Yan Yixi and the others.

"What's going on?"

Yang Zhu stroked the Black Emperor's fur, still as smooth as silk, shining with some reflection—apparently he hadn't been wronged during this time.

"That feathered mess Lu Ya, together with Xiao Quezi and Yin..."

The big black dog simply recounted what had happened recently.

It turned out that after Yin Tian De returned, those three began searching for Yang Zhu's whereabouts, apparently intending to kill him.

Moreover, the Golden Crow Sixth Prince Lu Ya, whose clamor was the most serious, the four of them lay in ambush here just to ambush him and give him a taste of his own medicine.

(End of chapter)