Chapter 213

Thank you, Imperial Prince!

How could the big black dog not know this is a treasure? It immediately took it with a grin, its mouth corners stretching all the way to its ears.

Isn't this something from the Changsheng Daoist Temple? How come it's with you, where is the father of the Three-Lacking Daoist?

Li Tian stared, speechless. The father of the Three-Lacking Daoist is the Lacking Daoist, who is precisely the abbot of the temple.

Kill him offhand.

Yang Zhu said lightly, before the Ruthless Person's Killing Formation, everything can be worn away; even if a sage came, they would tremble.

The Fusang Divine Tree swayed; Yang Zhu intercepted four crystalline branches, though each was only as thick as a forearm, they contained endless solar sacred power flowing within.

If placed in the outside world, it would surely cause an uproar; anyone would feel fervent in their heart, unwilling to hold back from fighting over it.

Yang Zhu distributed the branches among them; each took out their supreme treasure and carefully stored them away.

"Daoist, take care; you can return by the way you came."

With a flick of Yang Zhu's arm, the sea map split into dozens of pieces, shooting off in all directions, scattering across the North Sea.

Thank you!

Thank you!

Li Tian and Yan Yixi clasped their fists; in truth, they hadn't helped much on this trip, merely wanting to accompany him, yet they obtained such a divine object, feeling profoundly grateful.

Yang Zhu nodded, arrived at the Divine Island, then step by step approached the palace of the Solar Sacred Emperor, finally sitting cross-legged beneath the Fusang Divine Tree.

Clatter—! The full complement of golden leaves outshone even divine gold, shaking off brilliant divine radiance, like round after round of suns, emitting myriad zhang of light.

Boom—

Solar sacred power poured down, entwining around Yang Zhu's body; instantly the Divine Island rumbled, slowly sinking into the Sea Eye.

"Imperial Prince, Little Black is waiting for you outside!"

The big black dog shouted loudly, its eyes showing some reluctance.

"Black Emperor, I think Elder Yang's nickname for you sounds nice; why don't we also call you Little…… ah!"

Li Tian joked, but before he could finish, he suddenly felt intense pain in his arm, as if being torn apart alive, agonizing to the point of heart-rending anguish, gritting his teeth.

Almost in an instant, the big black dog lunged, biting down with lethal force, leaving no strength; instantly Li Tian's arm began to bleed.

"Pain… pain…! My arm is almost useless; I was wrong, isn't that enough? Let go quickly!"

No matter how Li Tian struggled, it was to no avail; the big black dog's flesh was too tough, he gained no advantage, and the piercing pain made cold sweat pour down.

"Woof! Is 'Little Black' something you can call? You've even started calling……"

Only then did the big black dog reluctantly loosen its grip, baring its sharp teeth, glaring ferociously at the other.

One can call him Black Emperor, even 'dead dog' and he wouldn't mind, but the only ones who may call him Little Black are the Wushi Great Emperor and Yang Zhu.

Otherwise he'd turn hostile on the spot! The Fusang Divine Tree, together with the Divine Land, sank into the Sea Eye, vanishing in this pitch-black expanse.

At this moment, Yang Zhu sat cross-legged beneath the divine tree; the entire tree shone like forged divine gold, its light myriad zhang bright, even brighter than the sun.

Rustle—

The leaves continually emitted faint sounds, clear and pleasant to the ear; yet if listened closely, one would discover they contained a special rhythm.

If one comprehends the mystery within, they will notice their state of mind changing silently. Those nine grand characters are profound and unfathomable, equivalent to the Solar Sacred Emperor's ultimate insight into the Dao, its essence; once one can grasp even a bit, they will benefit immensely.

"Yin and Yang, which is stronger, which weaker……"

Bathing in the Yang divine power, Yang Zhu heard the North Sea echo in his mind, feeling slightly doubtful.

Yang power is like a divine furnace, sacred and scorching, blazing to the extreme, representing the purest quintessence of Yang qi.

Yin power, conversely, is like a yellow spring, gloomy and cold, the extreme of Yin qi.

"Perhaps they were never meant to be opposed, but rather to merge, reaching a point of balance, only then can they unleash their greatest power."

The Fusang Divine Tree inherently represents the utmost rigidity and Yang, while the North Sea embodies the utmost softness and Yin; their natures are compatible, yet the Solar Sacred Emperor chose to bury himself here.

With his talent, his understanding and comprehension of the utmost Yang power is unmatched; his doing this must have his own reason.

If so, it would be the harmonization of Yin and Yang, capable of suppressing the North Sea while also producing extraordinary divine phenomena.

One Yin, one Yang, mutually checking and regulating—this is also the world's most fundamental mystery.

At the dawn of the cosmos, chaos murky, it was precisely the Yin and Yang powers continually evolving.

This is also why the two Solar and Lunar Sacred Emperors could become Human Emperors; other ancient Great Emperors in their era were likewise invincible, yet ultimately they lacked something……

"Yin and Yang united, giving birth to chaos……"

The Chaotic Body, an almost invincible existence, is on par with the Sacred Body Dao Embryo, quite special and extraordinary.

A major reason for this is the union of Yin and Yang powers, possessing the most primordial Dao principle.

While absorbing the solar sacred power, Yang Zhu also contemplated those nine imperial characters and the question of origins.

The Immortal Platform, magnificent and sacred, in continual contemplation, he ascended step by step.

Within the Divine Land, antiquities lay everywhere, spiritual qi suffusing the air, veiled in a layer; yet beyond the Divine Land lay endless darkness, like a black hole capable of devouring all.

The North Sea's Eye is said to connect to another world, a place dedicated to exiling criminals, where even a sage would be trapped to death.

Regardless of the outside world's desolate boundlessness, the vague permeation, Yang Zhu's heart remained calm, unaffected in the slightest, without a ripple.

In the blink of an eye, three years passed; during this time he walked step by step up the stairs, from the fifth level all the way to the top, finally taking that last step.

That day, Yang Zhu awoke, accompanied by the apparition of an immortal palace; the imprints of five Great Emperors surfaced, all matching Yang Zhu's realm.

Just as before, Yang Zhu felt no fear whatsoever; he seemed like a deity revived, his surging battle intent soaring, piercing the heavens, even scattering the darkness.

He took a step forward; the Sacred Body Dao Embryo boiled, purple-gold blood qi erupting and spreading tens of thousands of li, a terrifying aura throbbing, myriad Dao submitting.

Qi and blood unfurled; wherever they covered shone with divine light, like a tract of Divine Land, not a trace of dark qi could infiltrate! The Sacred Body itself can easily surpass peers of the same rank, and the Sacred Body Dao Embryo even more so.

When the Sacred Body reaches perfection, it can rival a Great Emperor; when the Sacred Body Dao Embryo reaches perfection, it can slay an Emperor!

Within the same realm, Yang Zhu had no match; even Great Emperors of the same era could not withstand him, all were suppressed! That day, heaven and earth boiled, the Great Dao fell into chaos, the firmament was smashed, revealing an endless abyss of void, boundless and unhealing for a long time.

The North Sea, desolate for over a million years, is the ultimate expression of utmost soft Yin power, yet it could not withstand their clash; tens of thousands of li of darkness were scattered, utterly annihilated! Even the Sea Eye shuddered violently, nearly torn apart, but fortunately held, preventing total destruction to dust.

Half a day later, all miraculous phenomena vanished; Yang Zhu's black hair fluttered, his black robes rustling loudly, though somewhat disheveled, there was not a trace of blood on him.

Yang Zhu's inner aura was like the vast Milky Way, boundless and endless, impossible to gauge even the slightest amount; he today successfully broke through from the First Immortal Stage to the Second Immortal Stage, stepping into the ranks of the Holy Lords!

(End of Chapter)