Chapter 23

Ye Fan and the others held their breath, all wanting to see how Yang Zhu would respond.

After Yang Zhu drained the cup in one gulp and set down the jade cup, at the moment he lifted his eyes, a golden bitter sea surged forth a divine rainbow.

A divine chain formed, woven from the collected laws of the Great Dao, intertwining "Dao" and "Li", drawing out a vast expanse of bitter sea across realms.

The divine chain was crystal clear and translucent, its light brilliant and dazzling; scorching divine radiance spread, and the whole space could not withstand his pressure, shattering in sections.

"Such might is already not inferior to our clan's Void Scripture..."

Everyone who saw the scene changed color; that might was too terrifying, frightening them into making way, daring not to touch even a bit.

Boom! The golden divine chain, with the force of destroying the dry and pulling the rotten, turned the moon blade into countless specks of light, continuing to strike the opponent's apparition.

Ji Haoyue was likewise shocked; the bright moon above his head trembled, the azure sea steaming its white mist, each strand capable of ripping the heavens and crushing the earth.

The mist condensed, once again forming a huge moon blade that slashed forth! The divine chain came forward unstoppably; upon colliding with the moon blade, it unquestionably pulverized the opponent, overwhelmingly domineering! The chain's might undiminished, it plunged into the void in one go, and when it reappeared it was already above the moon born on the sea.

Without any hesitation, the divine chain swept down with unmatched might.

With a crack, that bright moon, in the shocked gazes of the people, was split in two; instantly the azure sea surged, and in a moment more than half of it evaporated.

In the middle of the azure sea remained a bottomless huge gully, seawater continuously pouring in, long unable to fill it.

The moon born on the sea was actually shattered! This sight startled everyone into silence; who does not know the might of the Eastern Wasteland Divine Body? Legends say the moon born on the sea can move mountains and fill the seas, easily slaying experts one secret realm above oneself.

No one expected that today, this apparition would be utterly shattered by a single divine chain; in their hearts, "terrifying" no longer suffices to describe it.

The apparition shattered, Ji Haoyue affected, his qi and blood in turmoil, his stature shaken backward step by step.

His throat sweetened, but he forcibly swallowed it down.

"How is this possible?!"

Ji Haoyue couldn't believe his own eyes; that was one of his great means as an arrogant heaven's pride, yet he never expected it to be shattered today by a holy body.

The holy body subdues all apparitions, not just empty talk; any apparition before a holy body will be suppressed.

Moreover, Yang Zhu's is not an ordinary holy body; as a holy body dao fetus, he is in harmony with the Great Dao and makes it his own.

When his cultivation reaches a higher level, every move he makes bears traces of the Great Dao.

As the son of the Wushi Emperor, while possessing imperial blood, his meridians are tempered to the extreme, each drop containing imperial Dao laws, supremely strong, undying and indestructible.

In the world, whatever cultivation techniques or treasures, anything associated with the character "emperor" is nearly invincible; beneath a great emperor, few things can wear it down.

Thus Ji Haoyue's apparition being inferior was entirely expected.

The golden bitter sea retracted; Yang Zhu, seated behind the table, remained composed, as if everything had already happened.

"I understand, you are not a holy body."

The Ji family's little moon never expected the mighty older brother Haoyue to be outmatched; the Ji family's little moon's jade-white hand unconsciously covered the mouth.

Ji Ziyue's constitution is the Primordial Spirit Body, harmonious with law, able to borrow the power of heaven and earth for his own use; regarding constitution, he is far more sensitive than others.

"If not a holy body, then what is it?"

Ye Fan's face grew solemn; Yang Zhu, as he had previously imagined, was extraordinarily powerful.

Hua Yunfei, the Yaoguang Holy Maiden, and others were moved; all of Yang Zhu's characteristics matched the holy body, merely with some variations compared to Ye Fan.

If the golden bitter sea is not a holy body, what other constitution could it be? Apart from a holy body, what constitution could be this strong? How could qi and blood be this vigorous? Hua Yunfei was the first to come to his senses, eliminating all possibilities, leaving only that one.

"If not a holy body, then it can only be……" but he stopped at that point, the subsequent words caught in his throat, hesitating for a long time yet still unable to utter them.

They are all heaven's pride, with ancient inheritances behind them, their insight not comparable to ordinary people; soon they also reacted.

That constitution is too strong, even a holy body falls short; throughout the endless ages, only one instance has ever appeared.

That sole person, they know all too well.

A single line—"At the end of the immortal path, who is the peak? Upon seeing the Wushi Dao, it turns to void"—is enough to overwhelm the ages and make later generations look up to his back.

None of them spoke, each with a solemn gaze, all their eyes fixed on Yang Zhu.

"Don't let the atmosphere be so solemn."

Yang Zhu faced their gazes, unhurriedly pouring a cup of fine wine.

After draining it in one gulp, the warm energy blossomed within his body, rich and continuous striking the palate, leaving him entirely refreshed.

"Exactly as you thought; to be precise, I am not a holy body, but a holy body dao fetus."

Yang Zhu concealed nothing, speaking frankly and openly.

He will neither deliberately reveal nor deliberately conceal it; being known is nothing shameful.

In the future, Yang Zhu will need to suppress the heroes; many battles await him, and the matter of his constitution will sooner or later become known to the world.

"Ah, Brother Yang Zhu, being born in this great era with us is truly our misfortune."

Hua Yue sighed; upon hearing this, the other heaven's pride felt as if a great mountain weighed on their hearts, making them unable to catch their breath.

Even a single holy body is hard for them to contend with; the emergence of a holy body dao fetus plunges them into despair.

The example of the Wushi Great Emperor lies there; among peers, he has no rival, just thinking of it makes one's blood run cold.

"To befriend Brother Yang Zhu, such a hero, is hardly not a great fortune; rather than that, let me offer a clumsy performance, and we shall continue enjoying the flowers and music."

Hua Yunfei reseated himself, plucking the strings.

Instantly, a leisurely immortal melody floated out, like a fine trickle of clear spring flowing by; everyone's emotions gradually calmed, and they all took their seats.

The moving string music seemed to possess a kind of magic; the strings were like heavenly floating clouds, making those present feel as if they were on the clouds, drifting uncertainly, the melody lingering and prolonged.

Without further ado, the string music attracted many small spirits; they began to feel somewhat wary, keeping their distance as they watched, staying alert.

After finding no danger, they could not resist the wonderful string music, cautiously approaching the mountain.

A squirrel climbed up the table to the side of the strings, its eyes curiously fixed on Hua Yunfei.

Also, some qingluan and yellow sparrows flew over, flapping their wings; they circled in midair, emitting pleasant bird calls.

In the end, they overcame their fear, landing in the nearby open space, quietly listening to the moving melody.

Whether it was an illusion or not, the vegetation beside Hua Yunfei actually grew at a visible to the naked eye pace, becoming lush and thriving, rapidly sprouting.

Not long after, new buds sprouted, dew glistening with a crystalline luster, like newborn life.

Yang Zhu and the others sank into silence, feeling their minds and spirits ethereal, their whole bodies especially relaxed, tingling all over, with an indescribable sense of ease.

Even the soul, influenced by the string sound, being tempered in a continuously slow state, grew ever clearer and brighter.

(End of chapter)