Chapter 294

The ancient star was vast, and one could often see sacred beasts soaring, their strength terrifying, shattering the firmament and emitting an aura that made one's heart palpitate.

Even the Human Race's Tenth Pass dared not be careless; outside the giant city, two great arrays were set up, both from the hands of a Great Saint.

From this, one could see how dangerous the Tenth Pass was; to resist the attacks of mysterious creatures, they had actually deployed such measures.

"I am the Reception Envoy of the Human Race's Tenth Pass. Seeing someone lingering here, I came specifically to check. Who are you? Are you also a participant in this trial?"

After lingering and overlooking for a moment, a man immediately rushed over from afar. After scanning Yang Zhu up and down, he felt secretly amazed in his heart.

His cultivation was at the peak of the Saint King realm, and it could be said he had few rivals, but now, facing the person before him, he was actually unable to discern his cultivation, which was truly rare.

"Yang Zhu."

The simple two words made the Reception Envoy of the Tenth Pass look startled, his expression very colorful: "You are the Human Emperor Son? That makes it not surprising..."

At the time, when he discovered someone could actually pass through the array patterns and arrive here unscathed, he had been alarmed, thinking it was an uninvited guest, and came specifically to investigate.

He never imagined it was the Human Emperor Son who had arrived! The name of Yang Zhu had shaken the ancient road more than a year ago; all who heard his name were shocked, stunned by his strength and invincible posture.

Even the Human Race's protectors were alarmed, coming specifically from the depths of the universe to see him, only for Yang Zhu to suddenly disappear without a trace.

"I want to enter the God-Ghost Burial Ground; there is something there that interests me."

Yang Zhu stated his purpose simply. The Tenth Pass was an unusual place; in the original story, it was because of the God-Ghost Burial Ground that a war lasting twenty years broke out.

That was a tragic great war, involving many terrifying races, fighting until the sky went dark and the earth was covered in blood; the scene was shocking just to think about!

Since Yang Zhu had come now, he naturally had to explore it; he did not believe there was truly no Immortal Essence inside.

"Emperor Son, it is too dangerous inside; please think twice..."

After knowing Yang Zhu's identity, the Tenth Pass Reception Envoy immediately became very respectful, and even his form of address changed.

The Human Emperor Son was of Great Emperor bloodline; each one was an incomparably stunning existence, with talent spanning the ages, unparalleled in status—who would dare not be respectful?

"I have my own judgment."

After speaking, Yang Zhu disappeared from the spot in one step, heading toward the direction of Dayue Slope.

Dayue Slope, whether day or night, was always gray and misty, with fog permeating, the scenery dim, and trapped in gloom.

Legend has it that this was a strange place, once a place where ancient beasts approached the divine, and no one knew how it evolved into its current state, dead and silent.

This place looked very desolate, bare and empty, with almost no signs of life, as if no one had set foot here for many years.

Yang Zhu's black hair was like a waterfall, each strand crystalline, brighter than the stars; beside him, the Great Dao's heavenly sound echoed at all times, sacred and transcendent.

Purple-gold chaos blood energy spilled out in specks, brilliant and eye-catching, causing all deathly aura to retreat, as if in fear, not daring to approach even a fraction.

"A sacrificial altar from the Mythological Era; it seems to be a type of teleportation array."

Soon, he arrived before an ancient castle, very magnificent, its momentum dignified, as if it were the dwelling place of a god.

Inside the stone gate behind the ancient castle, there was a primitive altar, engraved with a very ancient and strange array pattern, which only some powerful races with long-standing heritage possessed.

The altar was covered in array patterns, and in the center position lay a divine egg, very dazzling and eye-catching, its surface branded with divine runes; it was a special inheritance mark.

"A Holy Spirit."

After Yang Zhu became a Saint, his divine eyes became even more refined; not only could he see through all nothingness, but even the traces of time could not escape him.

Inside the ancient castle, he saw a stone wolf, which was a Holy Spirit, wandering constantly, seemingly searching for something.

"Puff..."

Yang Zhu raised his hand and pointed; a strand of chaotic purple Qi pressed down, with Great Dao laws dancing, immortal light radiating, and in an instant, the array pattern was torn open.

"Boom!"

The stone wolf inside sensed it and turned into a beam of divine light, rushing out; before its figure had even arrived, the monstrous killing intent had already swept over!

A Holy Spirit is a creature born of heaven and earth, possessing innate advantages, known as an invincible existence; other creatures of the same realm, including humans, are no match for them.

Although that three-legged stone wolf was born prematurely and had innate defects, it could definitely sweep through other creatures of the same realm, showing its terrifying nature.

"Human, why do you want to break into this place?"

The stone wolf originally wanted to pounce and kill Yang Zhu in one go, finishing him off with thunderous means, but upon sensing Yang Zhu's blood energy, a feeling of trembling fear inexplicably arose.

That was a suppression originating from the bloodline, which had never appeared no matter how powerful an opponent it faced.

Yet now, at the first sight of the man before him, it actually spread from the depths of its soul! "You want to attack the Human Race's Tenth City, right?"

Yang Zhu's eyes were cold; facing the Holy Spirit, he remained indifferent. The Sacred Body Dao Fetus was enough to explode and kill a Holy Spirit, let alone the fact that he was the number one physique since ancient times—the Chaos Sacred Fetus! "You... how did you know? It seems I cannot let you leave today!"

The stone wolf was stunned for a moment, not expecting its plan to be discovered so quickly; immediately after, its monstrous blood energy boiled, almost shattering the firmament.

The next moment, it raised a stone claw as large as a mountain, pressing down toward the front.

Yang Zhu did not have many words; his invincible fighting intent soared, as if an immortal god had awakened. He threw a punch, carrying the will of heaven and earth, crushing everything in its path.

The galaxy fell, the Great Dao roared, and even the meteorites outside the domain exploded; the traces of Dao and logic were wiped out!

"Boom!"

Blood light flashed; in the stone wolf's disbelieving gaze, its entire claw was instantly disintegrated, exploding into fragments.

One must know, they are known as invincible Holy Spirits; to have one's physical body shattered by a single punch—how heart-palpitating is this?

"Not good!"

Immediately following, that power of transforming into Dao was still spreading; the stone wolf cried out in alarm, but it was too late.

"Ah..."

An immortal purple-gold divine light exploded within its body, carrying a sea-like forbidden power, disintegrating every inch of its body.

Then it exploded completely, turning into a rain of light and dissipating.

A powerful Holy Spirit, an existence almost invincible below the Saint King level, could not even take a single punch from Yang Zhu and was killed on the spot.

If this matter were to spread, it would surely cause an uproar, and the whole world would be shocked!

"Keep it for them to temper their physical bodies."

Yang Zhu took out a treasure bottle and collected all the Holy Spirit blood and the divine runes within it.

This item was of great value; whether for cultivation or refining medicine, it was a rare supreme treasure that could be used to help Heihuang and Longma improve their cultivation.

"Rumble..."

The heavy stone gate slowly opened, revealing the caution inside; above the altar sat a divine egg, its surface branded with many complex runes. Yang Zhu flicked his sleeve and collected the divine egg.

At the same time, the Tenth City array opened, and the Reception Envoy released a group of trial participants—a black, dense mass; it was hard to imagine how many people there were.

"Hum!"

Yang Zhu extended a hand, reaching into the void; the next moment, Heihuang and Longma, who were still chatting away, were brought to this place.

"Damn it... what's the situation? Eh... it's the Emperor Son!"

Heihuang was stunned for a moment, thinking they had fallen into someone's ambush, but upon seeing Yang Zhu clearly, his expression immediately became joyful.

"Hiss! Emperor Son, this seat has already become a Saint; I can punch Heavenly Prides, step on heroes, and trample that group of guys into pieces!"

Longma was also very excited, raising its four hooves and emitting a dragon roar, its whole body jumping with sacred flames, its momentum terrifying and chilling to the bone.

"This is the lost divine egg; you take it back and return it to its owner. I am going to enter this place; it is extremely dangerous inside, so you should not follow."

After giving simple instructions, Yang Zhu told them about the divine egg and the news that the Holy Spirits were uniting with foreign races to attack the Human Race's Tenth Pass.

"When necessary, Xiao Hei, you can lend your magic treasure to others to fight the enemy."

A Saint Weapon at the peak of the Great Saint level had impressive power; although it could not turn the tide, it could provide some meager help.

"Understood, I will listen to you."

Heihuang looked serious, realizing the horror of the situation; incomparably powerful lifeforms and foreign races were going to take action against the human race—this would be an unprecedented disaster!

Yang Zhu nodded, then entered the stone gate; soon, a stone fox darted out, but it did not attack Yang Zhu, instead fleeing rapidly.

But how could Yang Zhu let it escape to report the news? Once the Chaos Heavenly Blade appeared, the nine heavens were shaken; it was peerlessly sharp, with boundless killing intent! "Puff!"

Without needing Yang Zhu to control it, it slashed out on its own, cutting the arrogant Holy Spirit in half with one strike, then shattering the corpse into a mist of blood.

Hum! The bright blade body trembled, absorbing the crystalline blood and the divine substances within onto its surface; it was actually bathing in the Holy Spirit's blood! When all useful substances were absorbed, the Chaos Heavenly Blade became even sharper; seemingly satisfied, it returned to Yang Zhu's body in an instant.

The Chaos Heavenly Blade had given birth to a deity; because Yang Zhu did not care for the Holy Spirit lineage, it naturally felt the same, so there was no mercy to speak of.

Inside the stone gate, white mist spilled out, hazy and ethereal, yet emitting a strange aura.

Behind the stone gate was the God-Ghost Burial Ground; Yang Zhu was not afraid and stepped inside.

First, he saw a giant rock with a sword mark on it, left from before the ancient times; endless years had passed, and it still existed.

The killing intent within it, even after endless years, remained powerful and terrifying; it was a kind of invincible fighting intent, and even an ordinary Ancient Saint would have to drink hatred here.

"Left by an ancient Great Saint, wanting to warn future generations not to enter."

Yang Zhu stood before the stone tablet, realized for half a quarter of an hour, and then continued forward; on the road, he encountered many corpses, all of whom were peerless experts without exception.

He ignored them. After traveling several hundred miles, a Nether River flowed past before his eyes; the cold aura of death was spreading. If it were not for his Divine Body, he would have been corroded in an instant.

The Nether River surged endlessly, and from time to time, corpses flowed down; each one was a Saint, very powerful.

Yang Zhu stood in place, his body exuding precious radiance; like a whale swallowing, the endless aura of death surged toward him.

The aura of death was continuous, as vast as a sea; the moment it entered Yang Zhu's body, it was purified into pure divine power and absorbed and refined.

Staying here for half a day, Yang Zhu almost squeezed the Nether River's aura of death dry, and his cultivation increased significantly.

He continued forward for over a hundred miles and soon arrived at the end; a field of ancient ice mountains suddenly came into view.

The ice mountains were chilling; frozen within them were corpse after corpse, wearing ancient clothing, from all kinds of races, with different expressions in death, appearing gloomy and ferocious.

His divine eyes unfolded, seeing through all nothingness; deep in the ice, Yang Zhu saw a deep pool, which was the source of the Nether River.

In the pool, there was also a Magic Well, pitch-black as ink, bottomless, with a terrifying power spreading, filled with the aura of death.

On the edge of the Magic Well, there were many ancient Dao patterns, very strange, and one could see an old Daoist chanting, as if sealing some fierce object.

"Someone once sacrificed these people alive in order to open the Magic Well."

If Yang Zhu's guess was correct, some supreme powerhouse must have performed a sacrifice to open the Magic Well, and these people were the sacrifices.

"Puff..."

Yang Zhu's fingertips exuded a strand of chaotic gang Qi, carving open the void and slashing toward the Magic Well.

"Rumble!"

Suddenly, strange runes soared into the sky, magic Qi surged, as if a demon god had awakened; strands of black Qi spilled out, an aura that could make one tremble.

Although Yang Zhu's attack was eventually extinguished, his attack represented the will of heaven and earth; the seal held for a long time before it was successfully resolved.

After the Chaos Sacred Fetus became a Saint, it almost became the embodiment of the Great Dao's will, immortal and eternal.

At this moment, his figure became illusory, ethereal as an immortal, and then the Secret of Row was activated, as if even time had stopped flowing.

He was like a feathered immortal ascending; his whole person merged with the Great Dao, immune to all laws, and no matter how the field surged or the universe turned upside down, it could not block his footsteps.

Yang Zhu leaped into the Magic Well; within a radius of half a zhang, the strange aura could not penetrate even a fraction, as if it were a piece of divine land, independent of the world.

His black robe fluttered, the Imperial Dao imprint awakened, blocking all killing intent; everything had to retreat, unable to approach his side.

"It truly deserves to be the God-Ghost Burial Ground."

But this place was still too terrifying; having descended only a few dozen zhang, for the sake of safety, he sacrificed his Extreme Dao Emperor Weapon.

The Immortal Execution Array Diagram surrounded him in a circle, with the four Emperor Swords located in the east, west, south, and north; the immortal radiance illuminated the three thousand worlds, piercing through the surrounding strange runes.

Now, with the blessing of two Emperor Weapons and the Secret of Row, he had no more worries; if it were not enough, he would just sacrifice more.

Deeper in the Magic Well, it was pitch black, one could not see one's fingers, as if one had fallen to the end of the universe; it was hard to know what dangerous existence lay there.

This place was even more terrifying, filled with horrific killing intent everywhere, making one's heart palpitate; even if a Great Saint came, without the protection of an Extreme Dao Emperor Weapon, they would perish and their Dao would vanish in an instant! There were seven such Magic Wells in total; when descending another few hundred zhang, one would discover they were connected.

In the end, Yang Zhu also bore immense pressure; after crossing the Magic Well for an hour, he finally saw a little bit of light.

"Finally arrived."

When Yang Zhu approached, he discovered it was an Immortal Lotus, and his heart was joyful.

The Immortal Lotus was only half a zhang wide, wrapped in a halo on the outside, isolating everything around it, making it difficult to contaminate the Immortal Lotus in the slightest.

Inside it, there were a few drops of liquid shining with immortal radiance, as if it were Immortal Essence, with some immortal divine substance flowing within.

I have been training outside for the company for the past two days and didn't have my computer, so I can't correct typos for now. Everyone, please forgive me; I will change them manually, but there might be some omissions.

(End of chapter)