Chapter 278

Boom!

The big black dog was stout as an ox; it raised its huge black paw and pressed down, instantly the sky darkened with heavy clouds, and a purple grindstone fell.

The grindstone was tens of zhang wide, covered in Dao markings, with a 'Suppress' character on its back, exuding a strong pressure, not to be underestimated.

Rumble...

The Boundless Daoist spat out a sheet of crimson glow, and with one palm unfurled a Binding Divine Net; each strand was as clear as agate, intertwining to cover.

Hmph!

Who would have thought, the Dragon Horse had a fiery temperament; facing the two, it showed no intention to retreat, exhaling two pillars of fire from its nostrils, swift as wind, it rushed toward the huge grindstone.

He stepped on blazing flames, each bowl-sized hoof strike making the void thunder, trampling several mountains, extraordinarily mighty.

The Dragon Horse rose several tens of zhang, actually arriving above the grindstone, intending to press it down from below; it raised its hooves high and stomped down! Thud!

Like two heavy objects colliding, a dull thunderous roar shook people's eardrums painfully, and the grindstone was forcibly trampled, cracking open in many places.

But the Dragon Horse fared no better; after the runes on the grindstone exploded, a terrifying purple mist surged like ten-thousand-zhang waves, hurling it away several tens of zhang.

However, the Dragon Horse's flesh was extremely tough, covered in fine dragon scales, so it only suffered minor injuries.

Hmph!

Facing the huge azure net, the Dragon Horse's mane stood on end, its body ablaze with chaotic firelight, divine flames surging, it charged straight out, swift as lightning.

Sizzle...

As if entering an uninhabited realm, the Dragon Horse wreathed in divine fire struck the great net, snapping every crystal-clear thread, and even burning the entire net to ashes!

There's something here.

The big black dog exclaimed in astonishment; this was a secret technique he had obtained by chance from a relic, created by an ancient sage, and few of equal rank could withstand it.

You lot of junk dare to take on this seat?

The Dragon Horse glared with contempt at the big black dog and Duan De, its attitude growing increasingly arrogant, as if looking down on two insects.

No wonder it is the exclusive mount of the Great Emperor; it possesses an innate arrogance from its bones, and with its powerful bloodline, it is extremely hard to tame.

Watch me trample you to pieces!

He charged out again, vowing to trample the two into mincemeat, only then could he vent their disrespect toward him!

Leaping into the air, its huge hooves aimed at Duan De's face, it kicked forcefully!

Duan De stood where he was, looking at his opponent; not only was he unafraid, but the corner of his mouth curled with a meaningful smile, clearly harboring ill intent.

Boom!

Sure enough, when the Dragon Horse was within a few zhang of him, he flung out a bronze Eight Trigrams Furnace; holy might spread across the heavens and earth, making the Dragon Horse's hairs stand on end.

Even if the Dragon Horse were stronger, it could not directly clash with a holy weapon; that would be seeking death! Bang!

But now it was too late to retreat; the Eight Trigrams Furnace trembled, and divine might swept out, instantly hurling the Dragon Horse hundreds of zhang sideways.

A mouthful of fresh blood spurted out; many of its dragon scales cracked, and its body, tougher than refined iron, showed numerous bloodstains.

Boom!

The big black dog smiled, its foot markings activated, instantly appearing behind the Dragon Horse; it hurled out a black gourd, unleashing another sweep of divine might.

Before the Dragon Horse could react, it suffered another heavy blow, flying sideways toward Duan De; many more scales on its body shattered, and the entwined divine fire dimmed.

Boundless Heavenly Venerable, you stupid beast, do you also want to fight the Dao Master?

Duan De's face glowed red; he opened the Eight Trigrams Furnace and stuffed the Dragon Horse inside, then the holy fire surged, intending to refine it as payment.

He gave the big black dog a glance; the latter instantly understood, darting like smoke into the fire cave where the Dragon Horse dwelled, quickly looting all its treasures.

Woof! I heard from Fleeceflower Root that this guy has been here a long time, his treasures must be plentiful; indeed, they're all good stuff!

When the big black dog came out, its mouth stretched to the base of its ears, looking smug; it couldn't help but howl at the sky.

Hehe...

The Boundless Daoist approached; the two fellows began to loudly divide the Dragon Horse's treasures hoarded over the years, grinning from ear to ear.

They weren't supposed to tame the Dragon Horse, so how...

Seeing this, the Yaochi Holy Maiden lightly laughed; after all, given the nature of those two, it was not strange.

I, the Emperor, reluctantly accept you as my mount; if you've made up your mind, say a word and I'll let you out.

Screw your mother's nonsense! This seat will never submit!

The Dragon Horse cursed loudly, frustrated to the extreme, bumping around wildly inside the Eight Trigrams Furnace, trying to break free, but to no avail.

Just stay put; when you've decided, I'll reward you with a stalk of spirit grass, hahaha.

Duan De lightly patted the Eight Trigrams Furnace, then he and the big black dog both burst into loud laughter toward the sky.

The Dragon Horse is no pushover, but the big black dog and Duan De are not easy to deal with either; they won't indulge him in the slightest.

After putting away the Eight Trigrams Furnace, the two fellows cheerfully returned to Yang Zhu's side.

After this little interlude ended, Yang Zhu continued deeper; after a day, he finally reached the deepest part, seeing the pure land that nurtures hope of becoming immortal.

Ahead, the scene was vast; over ten thousand mountain peaks gathered together, forming a valley, each peak resembling a dragon's head, naturally formed!

Every dragon's mouth spewed out essence; immortal qi mingled, rose, and condensed in the valley, an indescribable mystery.

Lots of antiques, and the Medicine King!

The big black dog could barely move its feet; seeing the Immortal Ascension Land ahead, each Dragon Head Peak bore precious medicines, resembling coral and pearls carved together, dazzlingly bright.

Ancient Kunlun, sealed since ancient times, few have reached this point; even the Rong Cheng Clan hasn't come this far.

If Yang Zhu didn't know the plot, and his father hadn't left many clues for him, perhaps he also couldn't have gotten this far.

Few people come here; long nourished by dragon qi and immortal light, every stalk of the medicinal herbs that grow here is worth a fortune, their value beyond measure.

"Carrying ninety-nine dragon veins across the cosmos, drawing on the essence of countless Gu Xing, only then was this divine trace forged."

Yang Zhu didn't know what emotion he felt; all the divine sights before him arose only after myriad life-bearing Gu Xing were drained, birthing this immortal-nurturing land.

But it cannot be denied that this place has indeed seized the workings of heaven and earth, shaking people's hearts.

The antiquities on Dragon Peak are at least Medicine Kings—this is too astonishing!

The Jade Pool Holy Maiden couldn't help but exclaim, marveling at the might of the ancient heavenly court, reaching an unimaginable degree!

"Those who have come have come; don't be unsuitable."

As the sound faded, Yang Zhu's brow flashed with brilliant divine radiance; three beams of light shot out, quickly taking on his likeness.

Whether in aura or demeanor, they differed not at all from his true body! "Wait here for me."

Having said that, Yang Zhu stepped forward, his body shrouded in chaos, soon becoming illusory, as if merging with the void. He walked onward; beneath his feet flowed a river of time, countless stars converging to form a brilliant road that extended toward the distant dragon's head.

Yang Zhu strolled above, letting the domain surge and the space grow hazy, yet it could not affect him in the slightest, as if he were about to ascend to immortality.

Within him, the Wushi Killing Formation slowly turned, protecting him, ready to revive at any moment.

After a moment, he successfully reached the dragon's head, cutting down that ninety-thousand-year-old Medicine King together with a chunk of the mountain peak, then storing both inside the Grand Purity Holy Realm.

Finally, the brilliant road reappeared; Yang Zhu stepped onto it and walked step by step toward another dragon peak……

Moreover, those three other dao bodies, just like him, began to walk toward different dragon peaks.

"My goodness, what method is this?"

The Twelve Saints stared dumbfounded, ignoring killing intent and formidable terrain, directly soaring above and passing freely.

Even at their peak, they might not be able to do this!

"What do you know? This is one of the forbidden scriptures of the Wushi Scripture; if one's strength were a bit greater, even past and future could be reached!"

Big Black Dog was very excited; he had seen this method used by the Wushi Great Emperor before his very eyes—just a single step crossed the river of time, returning to thousands of years ago!

On one hand, the Wushi Great Emperor himself swept across the nine heavens and ten earths, supreme and alone, invincible in the world.

On the other hand, it is due to his physique: the Saint Body Dao Embryo is innately close to the Dao, which is also a major reason why the Wushi Great Emperor has progressed farther along the path of time than anyone else.

Yang Zhu has now severed the Dao, and has gathered the Nine Secrets and many Great Emperor ancient scriptures; his strength has become so great as to be unimaginable.

Without exaggeration, even against an opponent of the same level, he cannot withstand five of his moves.

After all, it is a forbidden scripture; its use is not easy. Whenever he reaches a dragon peak, Yang Zhu must pause for a while before daring to continue.

Otherwise, the patterns here are too awe-inspiring; even if a Great Saint came, they would be cut down here!

After spending two months in total, Yang Zhu finally traversed all ninety-nine main peaks.

As for the rest, Yang Zhu did not have that much time to continue expending.

(PS: I feel someone will jump out here to scold me again, saying it's too absurd.) During this time, Big Black Dog and the others were very patient, because this kind of behavior is extremely dangerous; a single misstep could lead to eternal ruin.

When Yang Zhu returned, the haul was abundant; the antiquities together with a chunk of the mountain were rearranged by him according to the original terrain inside the Grand Purity Holy Realm.

Those antiquities are at least eighty to ninety thousand years old, mostly over a hundred thousand years; they are truly worthy of the title Medicine King, almost evolving into half a stalk of immortal medicine!

Even a single stalk would cause a sensation in the outside world; if ninety-nine stalks appeared, who knows what kind of upheaval they would stir.

"Whooo… The foundation of a single imperial son is enough to crush any ancient power!"

Big Black Dog's excited barks filled the heavens; if not for the prohibitions everywhere here, he would have long since bolted away.

"The terrain here is the joint work of the ancient emperors and the Yuan Tian masters, developed to the extreme; it truly deserves the description of supernatural craftsmanship."

Upon returning, Yang Zhu couldn't help but sigh; no matter what, the ancient heavenly court of the emperor's era is enough to shock anyone.

After two months, he also gained some insight into the mysteries of the Ninety-Nine Dragon Mountain, acquiring much understanding; his cultivation and formation prowess improved greatly without him even noticing.

After a brief adjustment, Yang Zhu ventured deeper into the land of immortality; ahead, the killing intent grew stronger, possessing a power to slay immortals.

Along the way, antiquities became more numerous; even lesser Medicine Kings could occasionally be seen, one or two stalks.

In the end, everyone became selective; anything under ten thousand years old was not given a second glance, only those over ten thousand years were harvested.

Even so, they still harvested over a hundred stalks! "This place has a Great Emperor killing formation, and it might even be intact!"

Upon arriving at the entrance to the land of immortality, Big Black Dog felt a bone-chilling killing intent, and his fur stood on end instantly.

The Twelve Saints were the same; with their cultivation, their perception of that killing intent became clearer, even their primordial spirits trembled.

"The ancient heavenly court's plans spanning tens of thousands of years; it's no surprise that the very center of the land of immortality has a Great Emperor killing formation—follow me closely."

Yang Zhu opened his divine eye, leading the crowd on a winding path, avoiding all kinds of killing intent, and continued forward.

Everyone focused intently, closely following Yang Zhu's steps, daring not to deviate even a bit; otherwise, there is no doubt the next moment they would be obliterated by the formation into nothingness.

"Great Saint corpse!"

Soon, they encountered a seated figure; at first they thought it was a real person, but upon closer inspection they realized it had been mummified for a long time.

This corpse is crystalline and translucent; even after tens of thousands of years of mummification, its surface still bears a faint flowing luster.

Part of the killing intent emanates from his body.

At the level of a Great Saint, the flesh is nearly immortal, which is why even after tens of thousands of years of mummification, it remains lifelike, as if still alive.

"Even such a powerful being was trapped and died here…"

Big Black Dog felt a chill run down his back; an inexplicable sense of danger and fear welled up in his heart, making him shudder involuntarily.

"One seeks the chance to become immortal, yet meets their demise here."

Yang Zhu paused for a moment, then left; soon they saw another Great Saint corpse, though this one was somewhat different.

That is, within his body, something emits light—a powerful Great Saint weapon!

But what exactly it is remains unknown, for they are separated from the corpse by a sheet of Great Emperor killing formation, obscured by misty vapor, making it hard to see through.

"Imperial son, that's a fine thing—can we get our hands on it?"

Big Black Dog's eyes nearly popped out of his head, yet he still couldn't make sense of it.

Those Great Emperor patterns are the 'Dao' evolved to the extreme, reaching the utmost limit the world can bear! "Let me give it a try."

Yang Zhu also didn't have much confidence, but he decided to try anyway.

The Great Saint's holy weapon, though not as formidable as an Ultimate Dao Imperial Armament, is still a mighty killer not to be missed.

The Soldier Secret circulated; he tried to activate the holy weapon, and after a moment that ball of light really flew out under his control.

The only question is how to get through those Great Emperor patterns—that's the real problem.

Yang Zhu stopped, continuously deducing and resolving here, carefully bit by bit moving the light mass toward himself.

It took a full half day before the light mass was finally obtained, during which it moved only a few tens of zhang.

"It is actually made by sacrificially refining immortal gold."

The halo faded, revealing a black treasure wheel; the material itself bore mysterious runes, a divine Dao rhyme, and it was actually forged from dragon-pattern black gold, one of the nine immortal golds.

On the treasure wheel, many ancient patterns were carved—flying birds, fish, insects, myriad mountains and rivers—simple yet grand, with an extraordinary presence.

Moreover, it also contained numerous intricate formation lines, truly extraordinary, bearing a special great Dao flavor.

"The holy weapon is intact; it seems they were trapped and died here, without even putting up resistance."

This is a cruel fact—even experts of Great Saint level were trapped and died, showing just how dangerous it is.

(End of chapter)