Chapter 275: Foundations of the God Dynasty, Basis of the Heavenly Court

Just follow them.

Tongtong was also taken away by them, saying they were taking him to see the world.

Now thinking about it, since Tongtong was rescued by Yang Zhu, he has been in seclusion, and afterwards has been staying here; it's time to go out and have a look.

Yang Zhu placed the twelve saints into the Taiqing Holy Realm before leaving; otherwise it would have attracted too much attention.

Xiao Guai didn't hurry back this time, wandering around Yang Zhu's side, curiously looking around.

How come you're in the Northern Region?

Yang Zhu deduced Big Black Dog's position, but found it was in the Northern Region; logically, that hiding place of the Underworld should be in the Southern Region.

He immediately crossed over; now, as he has attained Immortal Three Severing Dao, combined with his physique and cultivation method, many intricate formations can be completed almost with a raise of his hand.

The Holy Body Dao Embryo is favored by the Great Dao's laws; even relying solely on his physique, he can easily merge into the void.

A certain clever mountain range in the Northern Region is currently staging a deadly showdown.

Ye Fan, Big Black Dog, and others are being besieged by the assassins of the God Dynasty; the strongest among them is none other than Hell Shen Nü.

She has already half-stepped into Immortal Three Severing Dao, far surpassing Ye Fan and the others.

"Even if you have attained Immortal Three Severing Dao, I am not afraid!"

Ye Fan attacked fiercely; golden fist light filled the sky, boiling over, releasing all the anger in his heart.

Since he returned to the Big Dipper a year ago, someone has posted a sky-high bounty on his head, so he has been constantly hunted by the assassins of the two great God Dynasties of the Underworld and the mortal realm.

Even right after the Yaochi Grand Meeting ended, as soon as he left he was ambushed.

To say he isn't angry and furious inside would be a lie; if not for his current strength lacking, Ye Fan would love to go to war with those two assassin God Dynasties! 'Boom!'

Hell Shen Nü remained silent, her eyes cold, continuously unleashing various killing techniques, aiming to strike Ye Fan down with a single blow.

Eighteen demonic mountains appeared in the sky, blocking out the heavens and sun; each looked as if forged from black blood, exuding a strange aura.

The demonic mountains trembled, sending down horrifying killing intent that slashed toward Ye Fan.

The Holy Prince, Li Tian, and others were firmly restrained by the other assassins, unable to attend to Ye Fan's side, truly willing but unable.

A void tunnel appeared, and Yang Zhu appeared here.

"Shen Nü, hurry and leave; this person is extremely dangerous!"

Almost in an instant, an elderly assassin blurted out.

On his already numb face, a rare flicker of terror could be seen, even the corners of his eyes twitching; the fear in his heart could not be suppressed.

"Good."

The assassins of the ancient God Dynasty possessed extremely high professional discipline, with no love of battle, instantly turning into a purple mist and vanishing.

The remaining assassins almost all disappeared at the same time, wanting to flee.

"Bang!"

Who would have thought a muffled bang would come; the fleeing assassins were all blown away, many spitting blood from the shock—this strike was clearly not light.

"That person has arrived; do you still want to come back, hoping to bring a heaven‑overturning catastrophe upon the sect?"

A cold silhouette loomed vast, killing intent sharp, utterly ruthless.

These assassins were abandoned, with no room to maneuver, because their superiors feared Yang Zhu would track their scent and find their hall.

If the Wushi Emperor's Son were to find the remnants of the assassin God Dynasty, the consequences would be easy to imagine; calling it a heaven‑overturning catastrophe would not be an exaggeration.

"..."

All the assassins remained silent; as members of the assassin God Dynasty, they always prepared themselves for death before each strike.

Now facing the Holy Body Dao Embryo who has attained Immortal Three Severing Dao, they know there is no chance to flee, so they freeze in place, not even entertaining the thought of escape.

"Why are you constantly being hunted?"

Yang Zhu paid no heed to those assassins, instead looking toward Ye Fan.

The fame of the Primeval Holy Body is too great; to many it remains a constant threat, a major stumbling block on the path of severing the Dao.

Moreover, Ye Fan lacks a powerful backing, so many enemies spare no expense, offering sky‑high bounties for his death.

Has Yang Zhu ever been offered a bounty? Naturally he has, but the assassin God Dynasty simply didn't take on that contract.

Just like the Underworld, we have indeed gone a bit overboard, but we're not stupid enough to provoke the Wushi's son……

"I also have no choice; they just cling to me and won't let go."

Ye Fan gave a helpless, wry smile; as long as the assassin God Dynasty accepts the bounty, no matter the cost, they will surely kill the target.

Yang Zhu raised a finger; a streak of purple‑gold divine light hung like a galaxy, its aura overwhelming, sweeping down from the ninth heaven, almost causing the void to collapse as it was tightly sealed.

"Pfft..."

Hell Shen Nü exerted all her strength to resist, yet after a soft sound she exploded into a blood mist.

The remaining assassins, facing Yang Zhu's strike, had no power to retaliate; they all turned to flying ash, scattering in the wind.

"What a terrifying method!"

Even the Holy Prince couldn't help but sigh; Immortal Three Severing Dao is already immensely powerful, let alone being the son among sons of emperors—it can only be described as shocking to hear.

Yang Zhu's expression remained calm; with a flick of his embroidered robe, a brilliant tunnel appeared, instantly releasing a chilling bloody smell and killing intent that made hair stand on end—as if beyond the tunnel lay a purgatory, killing intent sharp, a murderous aura rampant, even making one's soul feel like it might burst.

"What assassin God Dynasty? They're just doing sneaky ambush‑kill tricks."

The blood‑red imperial sword was gripped by him; he stepped inside, and the tunnel sealed shut.

"Black Emperor, where did Brother Yang go?"

Ye Fan and the others hadn't reacted yet, then turned their puzzled gazes toward the Big Black Dog.

"This emperor isn't sure either; that killing intent just now… seems somewhat similar to those assassins; it's very likely the passage leads to a branch of Hell."

The Big Black Dog seemed quite excited, voicing his speculation.

"As expected of an imperial scion… indeed, he's strong enough!"

Li Tian and the others exclaimed in shock; while everyone fears the assassin God Dynasty and tries to avoid it at all costs, Yang Zhu feels no fear whatsoever, to the point that the opposing side even abandoned their Shen Nü, only fearing exposure of their position.

It was only a brief encounter, but Yang Zhu locked onto the opponent's position, then, holding an imperial weapon, he charged in alone—just thinking about it makes one's blood boil.

Could there be danger? After all, that place is Hell's territory.

Li Heishui was somewhat worried; after years of stalemate between Hell and the human world, the strength displayed by those two ancient divine dynasties could only be described as chilling.

Even those aristocratic clans and holy lands are reluctant to provoke them, fearing they'll attract trouble.

Unlike the major sects with strongholds, the Assassins' Divine Dynasty's location is extremely hidden, unknown to ordinary people.

Even if they strike at a holy land, the holy land, despite its deep foundation, can do nothing because it cannot pinpoint their location.

You're underestimating Brother Yang; just wait and see.

Duan De glanced at Li Heishui, showing no worry; after years together, he knew Yang Zhu's strength all too well. 'Pfft…'

Half an hour later, the tunnel reappeared; Yang Zhu had not yet emerged, and a blood-soaked figure, reduced to half a body, flew out sideways.

Half… half-saint!

That half-saint lay like a pool of blood, on the brink of death, with only the torso above the waist remaining, yet his body was covered in horrifying cracks.

Even the stark white bones were exposed, a sight that made onlookers' hearts shudder.

Yang Zhu stepped out of the tunnel, his expression calm and unblemished, his inner aura vast as the sea, unchanged.

Bang!

!!!!

The imperial sword struck; the half-saint's shattered body could no longer hold, exploding on the spot into a scarlet blood mist, leaving only a cluster of primordial spirit.

Imperial Prince, mighty!

Big Black Dog and Duan De were overjoyed, green light flashing in their eyes; the two of them practically charged out together, starting to rub that cluster of primordial spirit.

A half-saint is different—good stuff is plentiful!

After looting all the treasures, Duan De disdainfully kicked open that cluster of primordial spirit, grinning from ear to ear.

Ah!

That cluster of primordial spirit still tried to flee, but Yang Zhu seized it with one hand, rendering all its struggles futile.

Ye Fan is my Heavenly Court's man; if you dare to hunt him so recklessly again, I will uproot you completely.

After scanning it with his divine sense, he spoke and exerted force; this strand of primordial spirit exploded, turning into points of light that dissipated.

A half-saint veteran assassin of Hell, master of numerous killing techniques, his hands stained with endless blood, he had tread mountains of corpses and seas of blood to reach this point.

Such a fearsome figure, whose very name struck terror, fell today, slain by Yang Zhu.

Imperial Prince, we went to the place you mentioned, and then we joined forces to wipe it out…

Big Black Dog came to Yang Zhu's side and related the events in detail.

When they went to search for that hidden place in the Netherworld, not only did Big Black Dog and the two go, but Ye Fan, the Holy Prince, and others also accompanied them.

They all wanted to witness that ancient massive power, and also to contribute their share.

Fortunately, there was nothing especially terrifying there; the strongest was merely a half-saint, and in the end Ye Fan, the Holy Prince, and a few others joined forces, using the Shen Nü furnace and the black gourd, to barely slay him.

Even so, they spent a full five days before wiping out all the yin soldiers there.

Brother Yang, the Heavenly Court is now beginning to recruit troops…

Ye Fan stepped forward and recounted what he had done over the past three months to organize the Heavenly Court.

For example, choosing a site: after careful consideration, he selected Heaven's Village, for it is secluded and its villagers are themselves descendants of the Heavenly Court.

Over these three months, Ye Fan has been recruiting; his old friends Li Heishui and Li Tian, among others, all chose to join.

After hearing this, finding it not far from the original account, Yang Zhu nodded lightly, then turned his palm, holding a black hall in his hand.

The black hall was ancient and imposing, its edges sharp and pointed, like protruding sharp bones, exuding an inexplicable killing intent.

"Inside are the treasures this Hell's subsidiary hall has gathered over thousands of years; let's use them as the Heavenly Court's first foundation."

Inside the ancient hall lay the accumulated foundation of the Hell's subsidiary hall, except for what Yang Zhu had taken away; everything else remained here.

All kinds of elixirs, divine sources, and magical treasures were present; just the half‑human‑tall divine sources alone numbered over ten pieces.

The other various sources were even more numerous, beyond counting, measured in millions of catties, comparable to the foundation of a top‑tier sect! 'Then I won't hold back!'

Ye Fan accepted the ancient hall without pretense, his gratitude shown only by the faint smile on his face.

He seemed delighted, yet also secretly relieved.

Now that the Heavenly Court has just been formed, it is precisely the time to need various treasures and divine materials; with these, it can develop rapidly.

"Tongtong, didn't you bring her out?"

"After pacifying the Netherworld, we left her in Heaven's Village; Imperial Prince, I think it's not bad—would you like to go see?" Big Black Dog explained.

In building the Heavenly Court, with Yang Zhu as its lord, Big Black Dog had expended considerable effort on this matter; he could not afford to be careless.

"Big Brother!"

Yang Zhu's party returned to Heaven's Village, where many villagers came out to greet them, with Tongtong running ahead the whole way.

Tongtong is only in her early teens; the youthful innocence on her face has not yet faded, and now she greeted them with a beaming smile, lifting everyone's spirits.

"Tongtong, I'm leaving; from now on, follow Ye Zi and take care of this place."

Now Tongtong's cultivation is advancing rapidly, the perfect time for tempering; and the Beidou Gu Xing, this brilliant ancient star, is the ideal choice.

"Leaving… Big Brother, where are you going?"

Upon hearing this, Tongtong's smile froze, replaced by a sense of reluctance.

"My path among the stars is not yet finished; it's just that the myriad tribes of Beidou emerged, so I turned back midway to suppress them, and now that the matter is settled, I must press onward."

Yang Zhu did not hide this from the youngster, speaking frankly.

"Good; when you return, Brother, Tongtong will surely make a name for herself here."

Although somewhat reluctant, Tongtong nodded obediently, then shifted her tone, her eyes becoming exceedingly resolute.

"Leaving again?"

Li Tian sighed; Yang Zhu's path had finally become too extraordinary, splendid and varied, inspiring envy and awe—nothing ordinary people could compare to.

"In this golden great era, your presence almost leaves us breathless."

The Holy Prince is tall and sturdy, yet he sighs thus; even he, possessing ancient imperial blood, has only attained half-step Slaying Dao, while Yang Zhu has gone far beyond.

He couldn't help but admit that Yang Zhu, this Imperial Prince, was truly too monstrous, imposing on him a tremendous pressure; the Heavenly Prince was cut down by a single blow... truly no loss! "At the end of the immortal path, who stands as peak? Upon seeing the Wu Shi Dao vanish, even his Imperial Prince is enough to make this great era look up to him."

Ye Fan sighed likewise; fortunately, Yang Zhu had previously told him some secrets, making him aware that a great era need not have only one great emperor.

Only then did he finally relax a little; otherwise, even with confidence in himself, he would have no hope of catching up to Yang Zhu.

"Haha, we're about to set off again—Daoist Master can't wait any longer!"

Duan De laughed heartily; he would naturally continue to follow, for along the way he had gained much insight, gained many opportunities and treasures, and his cultivation rose steadily.

"Parting here, I look forward to meeting again someday."

Yang Zhu bade farewell to everyone, then departed with the big black dog and Duan De.

Within Yaochi, amidst a beautiful fairyland, the Yaochi Holy Maiden, An Miaoyi, the Ji family's little moon, Qi Huoshui, and the Zifu Holy Maiden gathered for a small meeting.

They are all peerless beauties, each gesture graceful; together they resemble a splendid painting, making one feel as if bathed in spring breeze.

(End of chapter)