Chapter 261

Zhang Lin's red hair danced wildly, like a demon god descending to earth, accompanied by a group of death gods, each person's eyes reddened with killing intent.

But we must not add extra info not present. Let's translate faithfully.

We need to be careful to not add explanatory words. Keep meaning same.

Let's go line by line.

Zhang Lin's red hair danced wildly, like a demon god descending to the mortal realm, bringing a host of death gods; each person's eyes turned red from killing.

Zhang Lin's red hair danced wildly, like a demon god descending to the mortal realm, bringing a host of death gods; each person's eyes were red with killing intent.

They all knew this might be the final battle, but they showed no fear, pressing forward relentlessly and unleashing their most vicious tactics.

Translation: "They all knew this might be the final battle, yet they feared nothing, pressing forward fearlessly, employing their most fierce tactics."

Even if they were to be utterly erased from the world, they would still do something for humanity beforehand! Zhang Lin led the charge, battling an ancestral king with forty‑nine pairs of divine wings, unleashing innumerable divine abilities and secret arts.

Translation: "Even if they were to completely vanish from the world, they would do something for humanity before that! Zhang Lin took the lead, engaging in melee with an ancestral king who bore forty-nine pairs of divine wings, employing countless divine abilities and secret techniques."

Note: The term meaning 'divine abilities' is translated as 'Shen Gong secret techniques', and the phrase indicating countless such techniques is rendered as 'countless Shen Gong secret techniques'.

Drawing on countless source heavenly patterns, he pulled ley threads from the earth at will, transforming them into terrifying strikes that quickly put the ancient ancestral king on the back foot.

Translation: "Relying on various Source Heavenly Patterns, he plucked ley lines at will, turning them into the most terrifying moves, quickly gaining the upper hand over the primordial ancestral king."

"Pfft!"

Translation: "Pfft!" (sound effect). We'll keep as "Pfft!"

Zhang Lin unleashed his fury, ensnaring the foe with endless formation lines for a brief moment, closing in and ripping off several divine wings in one swift motion.

Translation: "Zhang Lin went all out, trapping the opponent with endless formation patterns for a moment, closing in and tearing off several divine wings in one grasp!"

Holy blood sprayed into the air, its terrifying sacred power flooding and extinguishing vast mountain ranges, even driving the land itself down.

Translation: "Instantly holy blood spurted, carrying terrifying holy might, flooding and extinguishing vast mountain ranges, even the ground was struck down."

"Who are you?! How dare you strike at my ancient royal clan!"

Translation: "\"Who are you! How dare you act against my primordial ancestral clan! \"" Need to keep quotes.

The ancient ancestral king bellowed, a single shout capable of shattering the void; beneath the cold night sky the stars faded, his presence terrifying.

Translation: "The primordial ancestral king roared loudly; with a single shout he could shatter the void, and in the cold night sky the stars dimmed, his aura terrifying."

"Zhang Lin, under the Beginningless Great Emperor's command, hereby obeying the emperor's edict, today I will suppress and slay the Divine Spirit Valley, bringing peace to humanity!"

"Zhang Lin, under the Beginningless Great Emperor's command, hereby obeying the emperor's edict, today I will suppress and slay the Divine Spirit Valley, bringing peace to humanity!"

Zhang Lin unleashed a frenzied roar, his blood‑red hair flying wildly; though he lacked the heroic vigor and imposing bearing of his youth, now merely grotesque, his heroic spirit still towered over the world.

Translation: "Zhang Lin let out a mad, long howl, his blood-red hair flying; though he no longer bore the heroic vigor and majestic bearing of his youth, now only hideous, yet his heroic spirit still overshadowed the world."

The Source Heavenly Divine Technique was now in his grasp—not only the art of tracing origins and cutting stone, but also a holy combat style; he waged war against the ancestral kings, overwhelming them with absolute superiority.

Translation: "The Source Heavenly Divine Technique was in his hands—not only a technique for seeking origins and cutting stone, but also a holy offensive style; in battle against the ancestral kings he pressed forward with absolute superiority."

"From ancient times to now, this is humanity's first invasion of the Divine Spirit Valley, but you will not return; let's see how you fare in slaughtering in all directions!"

"From ancient times to now, this is humanity's first invasion of the Divine Spirit Valley, but you will not return; let's see how you fare in slaughtering in all directions!"

Then the ancestral king with divine wings unleashed a tremendous roar, deafening, as the resonant tone of the Heavenly Dao rang out endlessly.

Note: The character appears to be a typo; interpreting it as 'that', the line reads: 'Then the ancestral king with divine wings let out a tremendous roar, deafening, as the resonant tone of the Heavenly Dao rang out endlessly.'

"Is there anything that can't be killed? Today I'll slay another right before your eyes!"

Translation: "\"What cannot be killed? Today I will kill another one for you to see! \"

Zhang Lin roared, his palm sweeping; in the earlier clash he had already driven a source heavenly pattern into another ancient king.

Translation: "Zhang Lin roared, as his palm moved, in the earlier exchange he had already driven a Source Heavenly Pattern into another ancient king."

"Ah!"

Translation: "Ah!"

At that moment, the ancient king's body was covered in intricate runes, his flesh cracking to reveal horrifying bloodstains; he tried to struggle, but was as if petrified, unable to move.

Translation: "At that moment, the ancient king's body was covered in intricate runes, his flesh began to crack, revealing horrifying bloodstains; he wanted to struggle, but as if turned to stone, he could not move."

"Bang!"

Translation: "Boom!"

Under the incredulous stares of the other ancestral kings, the ancient king whose body was wholly covered in source patterns was finally disintegrated inch by inch by the supreme source technique, bursting into a splendid bloom of blood.

Translation: "Under the incredulous gazes of the other ancestral kings, the ancient king entirely covered in source patterns was finally disintegrated inch by inch by the supreme source technique, ultimately exploding into a gorgeous bloom of blood."

His body was ripped apart, yet a cluster of light swiftly retreated from the blood mist, as if fleeing.

Translation: "His body was split into pieces, yet finally a cluster of light swiftly retreated from the blood mist, as if fleeing."

In the Divine Spirit Valley, they cultivate the primordial spirit; the soul is their greatest reliance. Even if the flesh is destroyed, preserving the primordial spirit allows them to soon reforge a Dao body! "Ancestral master, don't let him get away!"

Translation: "The Divine Spirit Valley cultivates the original spirit; the soul is their greatest reliance. Even if the physical body is destroyed, as long as the original spirit is preserved, they can soon re-forge a Dao body! \"Ancestral Master, don't let him escape! \"

Ye Fan urgently warned, "If a true ancient king were to slip away, the consequences would be unthinkable!" "Who said they can't be killed?"

Translation: "Ye Fan hurriedly warned, \"If a primordial ancestral king truly gets away, the consequences would be unimaginable! \" \"Who said they cannot be killed? \""

Zhang Lin strode forward, kicked out, and sent the light cluster containing the primordial spirit flying apart, utterly annihilating it.

Translation: "Zhang Lin strode forward, kicked out, and shattered the light cluster containing the original spirit into pieces, completely annihilating it."

"I will never see you again…"

Translation: "\"I will never see you again...... \""

On a distant cliff, Yang Yiyu held her jade flute to her lips; its sound was mournful yet utterly beautiful, tears glimmering in her eyes as she played a heavenly melody, her heart wrenched as if cut by a knife, her intestines twisted.

Translation: "On a distant cliff, Yang Yuyu held her flute to her lips; the flute's sound was mournful yet absolutely beautiful, her eyes brimming with tears as she played a heavenly melody, her heart torn like a knife, her liver and intestines broken."

That man remained as he was in his youth—vigorous and imposing, with extraordinary martial prowess.

Translation: "That man remained as he was in his youth, heroic and vigorous, his martial prowess extraordinary."

She knew this was the last chance to admire his lofty, world‑overseeing bearing; after this night, come dawn everything would fade like smoke, and they would never meet again.

Translation: "She knew this was the last chance to admire his lofty, world-overlooking demeanor; after this night, come dawn everything would turn to smoke, and they would never meet again."

She gazed blankly; the flute's notes were deep and lingering, piercing the cold night sky and winding across the entire battlefield like weeping and lamenting, then suddenly swelling with passion.

Translation: "She gazed blankly; the flute's melody was deep and lingering, cutting through the cold night sky, winding across the entire battlefield, like weeping and lamenting, then suddenly swelling with passion."

It seemed like a battle song, bidding him a final farewell.

Translation: "It seemed like a war song, performing a final farewell for him."

"Ancestral master…"

Translation: "\"Ancestral Master...... \""

Ye Fan also had tears in his eyes; Zhang Lin, as the fifth‑generation Source Heavenly Master, did not disgrace his lineage, achieving an iron‑clad, resolute spirit.

Translation: "Ye Fan also had tears in his eyes; Zhang Lin, as the Fifth Generation Source Heavenly Master, did not disgrace this lineage, achieving an ironclad, resolute spirit."

He swept forward, each strike spraying blood, as the corpses of ancient beings fell one after another.

Translation: "He swept forward, each strike causing blood to spray, as the corpses of primordial creatures fell one after another."

His golden qi and blood boiled over; he too killed into a frenzy.

Translation: "His golden qi and blood boiled, and he too killed into a frenzy!"

Finally, the eldest and strongest ancestral king of the Divine Spirit Valley emerged, his skin withered and hairless, yet the aura emanating from within was enough to chill one's bones.

Translation: "Finally, the eldest ancestral king of the Divine Spirit Valley emerged, his skin withered and hairless, yet the aura emanating from within was enough to make one's blood run cold."

"Attacking the Divine Spirit Valley is unprecedented in antiquity; tonight you're still here, aren't you?!"

Translation: "\"To assault the Divine Spirit Valley is unprecedented in history; tonight you still remain here?! \"

He is the founder of the Divine Spirit Valley and also its strongest; just how terrifying his power is, no one can truly know.

Translation: "He is the founder of the Divine Spirit Valley and also its strongest; how terrifying his power is, no one can truly know."

Boom! He unleashed a fierce killing move as soon as he appeared, pressing his palm down; a vast black mist spread across heaven and earth, and a great hand reached down, attempting to crush the subterranean source heavenly patterns.

Translation: "Boom! He unleashed a fierce killing move as soon as he appeared, his palm pressing down as a vast black mist blanketed the sky and earth, within which a giant hand reached down, attempting to crush the source heavenly patterns beneath the ground."

"Kill!"

Translation: "\"Kill! \""

Zhang Lin let out a long howl, his red hair dancing wildly; he again charged toward the opposing ancestral king, feeling no fear even when outnumbered.

Translation: "Zhang Lin let out a long howl, his red hair dancing wildly, he again charged toward the opposing ancestral king; even outnumbered, he felt no fear at all!"

Under the bleak, cold moonlight, the place had almost become a purgatory; the sounds of slaughter, shouting, and clashing ancient weapons never ceased, and corpses continually fell into pools of blood.

Translation: "In the bleak moonlit night, this place had almost become a purgatory; the sounds of slaughter, shouts, and ancient weapons clashing never ceased, with corpses constantly falling into pools of blood."

Zhang Lin and his companions swept forward, advancing with grand, sweeping motions, battling in all directions; blood flowed steadily, gathering into streams, while bones littered the ground.

Translation: "Zhang Lin and his companions swept forward all the way, opening wide and closing tight, battling in all directions; blood flowed steadily, gathering into streams, while bones littered the ground."

"Eternal ages, one dream cuts the Dao!"

Translation: "\"Through eternity, one dream cuts the Dao! \""

Finally, Zhang Lin shouted loudly, his body transforming into a ray of immortal divine light, activating all the patterns he had laid down.

Translation: "Finally, Zhang Lin shouted loudly, his body transforming into an immortal divine light, activating all the patterns he had laid down."

Silent and undisturbed, boundlessly vast and supremely peaceful, this divine principle sliced into the Divine Spirit Valley; the ancestral king who bore the brunt first was quickly vaporized.

Translation: "Without sound, without disturbance, boundless and supremely peaceful, this divine principle cut into the Divine Spirit Valley; that ancestral king, being the first to bear the brunt, was quickly dried out."

Thereafter, the other beings of the Divine Spirit Valley continually shattered, dissolving into that immortal Dao light.

Translation: "Thereafter, the other beings in the Divine Spirit Valley continually shattered, merging into this immortal Dao light."

"All that needed to be done has been done; the Source Heavenly Master lineage has exterminated the Divine Spirit Valley, subdued the northern territories, and granted humanity tranquility."

Translation: "\"What needed to be done has been done; the Source Heavenly Master lineage has exterminated the Divine Spirit Valley, suppressed the Northern Domain, and granted humanity tranquility. \""

The fifth‑generation Source Heavenly Master spoke with a resonant tone.

Translation: "The Fifth Generation Source Heavenly Master, his tone resonant."

"You really are leaving, aren't you…?"

Translation: "\"Do you really have to leave...... \""

Yang Yi fell from the cliff, clinging tightly to him with all her strength; her expression was sorrowful, her intestines twisted, and crystal‑clear tears continually slid down her cheeks.

Translation: "Yang Yi fell from the cliff, tightly embracing him with all her strength, her expression sorrowful, her liver and intestines broken, crystal-clear tears continually sliding down her cheeks."

"Ancestral master…"

Translation: "\"Ancestral Master...... \""

Ye Fan's eye sockets reddened, tears glimmering as they turned, his fists clenched tightly, emitting a creaking sound.

Translation: "Ye Fan's eye sockets reddened, tears swirling, his fists clenched tightly, emitting a creaking sound."

He hated the ancient clans, and also hated his own lack of strength; otherwise, Ancestral Master Zhang Lin would not have been forced to be summoned by him helplessly.

Translation: "He hated the ancient clans, and also hated his own insufficient strength; otherwise, Ancestral Master Zhang Lin would not have been forced out by him helplessly..."

A single ray of dawn light pierced the heavens.

Translation: "A sliver of dawn light broke through, cutting across the vast sky."

Zhang Lin's entire body was suffused with a golden glow; his red hair completely receded, vanishing cleanly, revealing his true visage—heroic and majestic.

Translation: "Zhang Lin's entire body was coated in a layer of golden radiance, his red fur completely receded, vanishing cleanly, revealing his true appearance, heroic and majestic."

His brilliant smile was just as it had been in his youth—full of confidence, his bearing transcendent.

Translation: "His brilliant smile was just as it had been in his youth, that same confidence, his bearing extraordinary."

Those who followed him first turned into a rain of light, like the most splendid fireworks, vanishing into this world.

Translation: "Those who followed him first turned into a rain of light, like the most splendid fireworks, vanishing from this world."

"Don't… come back…"

Translation: "\"Don't...... come back...... \""

Gazing at that figure, Yang Yi was stunned; thereafter tears poured down like rain, and she could no longer control herself.

Translation: "Gazing at that figure, Yang Yi was stunned, then tears poured down like rain, unable to control herself."

"Zhang Lin!"

Translation: "\"Zhang Lin! \""

Now after all lines, we need to output ===TITLE=== and translation of chapter title: Zhang Lin, under the throne of the Beginningless Great Emperor!

Title translation: "Zhang Lin, Under the Beginningless Great Emperor!"

Thus:

===TITLE===

Zhang Lin, Under the Beginningless Great Emperor!

Now

They all knew this might be the final battle, yet they feared nothing, pressing forward and employing the most fierce methods.

Even if they were utterly erased from the world, they would do something for humanity before that! Zhang Lin took the lead, fighting a primordial ancestor king who bore forty‑nine pairs of divine wings, employing countless Shen Gong secret arts.

By relying on various source heavenly patterns, he plucked ley lines at will, turning them into the most terrifying moves, quickly putting the primordial ancestor king on the defensive.

Pfft!

Zhang Lin hardened his resolve, trapping the foe with endless formation patterns for a moment, closing in and tearing off several divine wings in one grab.

Instantly holy blood spurted, carrying terrifying holy might, washing away vast mountain ranges and even sinking the earth.

Who are you! How dare you attack my primordial royal clan!

The primordial ancestor king roared loudly; a single shout could shatter the void, making the cold night sky dim and the stars lose their luster, his aura terrifying.

Zhang Lin, servant of the Wushi Great Emperor, hereby obeying the emperor's edict, today I will suppress and slay the Spirit Valley, restoring peace to humanity!

Zhang Lin went mad, letting out a long howl as his blood‑red hair flew about; though he no longer bore the heroic vigor and majestic bearing of his youth, now only grotesque, he still possessed a heroic aura that overshadowed the world.

The Source Heavenly Divine Technique was now in his hands—not only the art of seeking sources and cutting stone, but also a holy combat style; he waged war against the ancestor kings, suppressing them with absolute superiority.

From ancient times to now, this is the first time humanity has launched a campaign against the Spirit Valley, but you shall have no return; let's see how you manage to slaughter in all directions!

Then the ancestor king bearing divine wings let out a tremendous roar, deafening, as the heavenly dao's resonant tone rang out endlessly.

What cannot be killed? Today I will slay another before your eyes!

Zhang Lin roared, his palm moving; in the earlier clash he had already driven a source heavenly pattern into another ancient king.

Ah!

At that moment, the ancient king's body was covered in intricate sigils, his flesh began to crack, revealing horrifying bloodstains; he wanted to struggle, but was as if petrified, unable to move.

Bang!

In the incredulous gaze of the other ancestor kings, the ancient king entirely covered in source patterns was finally disintegrated inch by inch by the supreme source technique, ultimately exploding into a gorgeous spray of blood.

His body was torn apart, yet finally a cluster of light retreated swiftly from the blood mist, as if fleeing.

The Spirit Valley cultivates the primordial spirit; the soul is their greatest reliance—even if the flesh is destroyed, as long as the primordial spirit is preserved, they can soon reforge a Dao body! "Ancestor Master, don't let him escape!"

Ye Fan hurriedly warned, "If we truly let a primordial ancestor king slip away, the consequences would be unimaginable! Who said it cannot be killed?"

Zhang Lin strode forward, kicked out, and sent the light bundle containing the primordial spirit flying apart, utterly annihilating it.

I will never see you again...

On a distant cliff, Yang Yi held her jade flute to her lips; its sound was mournful yet utterly beautiful, tears glistening in her eyes as she played a heavenly melody, her heart twisted like a knife, her liver and intestines torn apart.

That man remained as he was in his youth—heroic and vigorous, his martial prowess extraordinary.

She knew this was the last time she would behold his lofty bearing; after this night, come dawn everything would turn to smoke, and they would never meet again.

She stared blankly; the flute's melancholy notes sliced the cold night sky, winding across the whole battlefield, like weeping and lamenting, then suddenly surged into passion.

It was like a battle song, bidding a final farewell to him.

Ancestor Master...

Ye Fan also had tears in his eyes; Zhang Lin, as the fifth-generation Source Heavenly Master, did not disgrace his lineage, achieving an iron‑bone steadfastness.

He slaughtered forward, each move and style causing blood to spray, as one primordial creature after another collapsed in corpse heaps.

His golden qi and blood boiled, and he too killed into a frenzy.

Finally, the eldest and strongest ancestor king of the Spirit Valley emerged, his skin withered and hairless, yet the aura emanating from within chilled the bone.

"Assaulting the Spirit Valley—unheard of since antiquity; are you still here tonight?"

He is the founder of the Spirit Valley and also its strongest; how terrifying his power is, no one can truly know.

Boom! He launched a fierce killing move as soon as he appeared, pressing his palm down; a vast black mist spread across heaven and earth, and a great hand reached down, attempting to crush the subterranean source heavenly patterns.

Kill!

Zhang Lin let out a long howl, his red hair flying wildly, he charged again at the opposing ancestor king, undaunted even when outnumbered.

In the bleak moonlit night, this place had almost become a purgatory; the clamor of slaughter and the clash of ancient weapons never ceased, with corpses constantly falling into pools of blood.

Zhang Lin and his companions swept forward, opening wide and closing tight, battling in all directions; blood flowed incessantly, gathering into rivers, while bones littered the ground.

"Through eternity, one dream cuts the Dao!"

Finally, Zhang Lin shouted loudly, his body transforming into an immortal divine light, activating all the patterns he had laid.

Without sound or disturbance, boundless and supremely tranquil, this divine principle sliced into the Spirit Valley; that ancestor king, at the forefront, was quickly vaporized.

Thereafter, the other beings of the Spirit Valley continually shattered, dissolving into that immortal Dao light.

"What needed to be done has been done; the Source Heavenly lineage has exterminated the Spirit Valley, subdued the Northern Territory, and restored tranquility to humanity."

The fifth-generation Source Heavenly Master spoke with a resonant tone.

"Are you really going to leave..."

Yang Yi fell from the cliff, clinging tightly to him, her expression sorrowful, her liver and intestines torn apart, crystal tears sliding continuously down her cheeks.

Ancestor Master...

Ye Fan's eye sockets reddened, tears glimmering as he clenched his fists, producing a creaking sound.

He hated the ancient clans, and also hated his own insufficient strength; otherwise, Ancestor Master Zhang Lin would not have been forced out by him helplessly...

A sliver of dawn broke through, slicing the firmament.

Zhang Lin's entire body was suffused with a golden glow; his red hair completely receded, vanishing cleanly, revealing his true visage—heroic and majestic.

He gave a brilliant smile, just as he had in his youth—such confidence, his bearing transcendent.

Those who followed him first turned into a rain of light, like the most splendid fireworks, disappearing into this world.

"Don't... come back..."

Gazing at that figure, Yang Yi froze, then tears poured down like rain, unable to control herself.

"Zhang Lin!"

Morning light struck Zhang Lin's body, just as he was about to vanish from the world, the void split open a huge control, and a divine sound rang out.

Immediately after, purple-gold qi and blood burst forth, covering the heavens and earth, flooding this realm; dragons and phoenixes appear auspicious, showing a scene of complete harmony.

Within the purple-gold qi and blood, imperial symbols and great Dao laws flicker, exceedingly complex, a kind of awe-inspiring terror undulates.

The blood and qi covered Zhang Lin, staining him with a layer of auspicious rosy clouds; the body that was about to dissipate was miraculously protected.

"This is... the emperor's aura!"

Zhang Lin felt that surge; his excited body trembled, tears instantly fell, and his heart was already overturned by stormy waves.

He knew that person was not the Wushi Great Emperor, yet they shared the same bloodline as the Wushi Great Emperor; the reason, he could already guess!

"Zhang Lin, hear the edict: I now command you to return!"

As the sound fell, a ray of immortal light flew out, golden radiance ten thousand zhang tall, a splendid Dao diagram shining upon this heaven and earth. The Fengshen Bang glowed with golden light, exuding a sacred and mighty aura; the scroll trembled, the two characters "Imperial Edict" appeared, divine light shining bright, possessing an indisputable majesty.

Within the void tunnel, a brilliant golden road stretched down, leading to Zhang Lin's feet.

"Zhang Lin, receive the edict!"

Zhang Lin knelt and bowed, then rose and stepped onto the golden road; under the glow of the crimson sunset, he walked step by step into the tunnel.

"Zhang Lin... wait for me!"

Yang Yi stared for a moment, didn't have time to wipe her tears, and recklessly followed.

She didn't know what lay ahead, but even if it were death, she would accompany that person to the very end! "Ancestral Master!"

Ye Fan shouted loudly, likewise following; his heart also could not be calm.

What does the emperor's aura mean? Could it be that the Wushi Great Emperor has not yet truly passed away? Or is it that someone shares the same bloodline as the Wushi Great Emperor? "Never mind, let's fight!"

Carrying these doubts, he gritted his teeth and closely followed onto that brilliant road; fortunately, no mishap occurred.

When the scene before several people changed, and after it became clear again, they found themselves back inside Zi Shan.

"Who are you..."

When Zhang Lin saw the scene before him, his eye sockets moistened, his throat rolled slightly.

What he saw: on the Dao Terrace where even a peak great sage cannot step, a single person stood there thus, lofty and looking down upon all below.

Yang Zhu had one hand behind his back, his back to chaos, black robe fluttering, emanating intricate laws; around his body, myriad Daos rumbled.

Beneath the Dao Terrace, Gu Tian Shu stood respectfully; farther away, the Yaochi Holy Maiden and others also stood silently.

"Seeing the Imperial Son, why do you not bow?"

Gu Tian Shu glanced at Zhang Lin and the three, spoke lightly, a strange gleam in his eyes, secretly relieved.

He naturally knew Zhang Lin's group's action, but he himself was restrained; without Yang Zhu's order, he would not act rashly.

Thus, aside from doing what he could, he could only watch from the side.

"Zhang Lin has seen the Imperial Son."

"Yang Yi has seen the Imperial Son."

"Ye Fan has seen the Imperial Son."

Upon hearing this, the three all respectfully clasped their hands and bowed; among them, Ye Fan was the most shocked.

Having known Yang Zhu for so long, I never realized he was the Imperial Son, and moreover, the Imperial Son of the Wushi Great Emperor!

"Good job, you dead dog, keeping your mouth so tight..."

He glanced at the vexed big black dog, feeling some resentment, but more so excitement.

Whether shaking the Wushi Bell, suppressing the Spirit Valley, or unveiling the Fengshen Bang, none compare to the weight of the four words "Wushi Imperial Son"! "You have intention; today I will for you, cut away this ominous."

At the moment Yang Zhu raised his hand, the Wushi Bell boomed; the entire Zi Shan trembled, the deep bell sound rang out, spreading across the East Wasteland.

"Dong!"

Within the vast hall, billions of chaos fell; the emperor's might swept over, transforming into immortal light that entered Zhang Lin's body, disintegrating and cutting apart the ominous within him bit by bit! "Hum!"

The golden war spear shot forth, also emitting ten thousand zhang of light, bathing Zhang Lin's entire body.

Because this place is shrouded by the Wushi Bell, all fluctuations are concealed; the outside world cannot perceive even a trace.

Of course, unless you can surpass the Wushi Bell...

After half a day, the ominous within Zhang Lin was completely cut away; he returned to his youthful appearance, heroic and striking, very handsome.

"This is..."

Zhang Lin lowered his head, gazing at his crystalline skin, as if in a dream, dreamlike and illusory, unable to believe what lay before his eyes.

"Fifth Generation Source Heaven Master Zhang Lin, in this life I vow to die for the Wushi Great Emperor, to die following the Imperial Son!"

He sincerely and earnestly knelt; he never imagined that after this tribulation, not only did he not dissipate into the world, but he was reborn anew and fortunate to see the human race's Imperial Son.

"Previous generation Yaochi Holy Maiden, thank you, Imperial Son."

Yang Yi also knelt down; her heart filled with gratitude, though tears fell like rain, she smiled with relief, feeling from the depths of her heart.

"Roar!"

The True Dragon Immortality Medicine surged out, coiled beneath the Wushi Bell, exhaled a mouthful of essence, then Yang Zhu struck it into Zhang Lin's body.

Instantly, Zhang Lin's body shone with divine light; he felt an extremely rich vital essence explode within! Yet this immortality medicine essence, controlled by Yang Zhu, did not instantly dissipate, but gradually divided into thread after thread, nourishing his originally withered lifespan.

Otherwise, even if his power were transcendent, he would still be swollen to death by the pressure!

"Everyone, rise."

Yang Zhu walked down from the Dao Terrace, approached before the Wushi Scripture; with a sweep of his palm, the massive stone book instantly unfolded, pages rapidly turning.

But in the eyes of the others, the Wushi Scripture remained forever veiled by a layer of chaos, unable to glimpse any content.

"Have seen the Holy Maiden."

Before Yue Er Mountain, she was courteous, greeting the preceding Holy Maidens before her; regarding their rumors, she naturally had some knowledge.

"It's courteous."

Yang Yi's eyes were very gentle; out of instinctive perception, she naturally knew that Yue Er was the present Yaochi Holy Maiden.

Yang Yi? You are the Holy Maiden of the Jade Pool of all generations? Speaking of which, we are still family; otherwise, if you had barged into this place, you absolutely could not have survived until now.

The Big Black Dog came up, sized up Yang Yi from head to toe, and spoke thus.

Actually, his words make no sense; if it weren't for the other party's status as the Holy Maiden of the Jade Pool, he definitely would not have survived until now—it must be that the Primordial Bell showed mercy.

You damn dog, you've hidden this so deeply from me.

Ye Fan felt helpless; actually, when he was with Zi Wei, their group had stayed together for over a year.

But the usually carefree Black Dog managed to keep this matter completely secret—truly unbelievable.

No wonder this greedy, arrogant wretch would actually be so obedient and well-behaved in front of Yang Zhu; now everything makes sense.

"I can't help it either; the Imperial Son won't let me speak." The Big Black Dog muttered, his eyes rolling, and he glanced sideways at Ye Fan.

"Tell me the truth, you and I—when you came in earlier, didn't you take anything?"

He glanced left and right, afraid that Ye Fan that brat had made off with some treasure; what he paid most attention to were those Ten-thousand-year Demon Kings growing on the Dao Terrace.

"You think too highly of me..."

Ye Fan was helpless; he could only come back again, still taking great risk—even his nickname almost got lost. How could he possibly have the ability to steal even a blade of grass or a tree from here? "Please keep news of my return and my identity confidential for now."

Shi Shu closed the book, Yang Zhu gave a few instructions, and while doing so led everyone out.

Among them, Zhang Lin originally wanted to stay with Gu Tian Shu in Purple Mountain, but Yang Zhu had him accompany Yang Yi back to the Holy Land of the Jade Pool for a while.

After all, the two had deep feelings and hadn't seen each other in a long time...

(Haha, is this chapter too over-the-top?)(End of chapter)