Chapter 305

The aura of the Chaos Holy Embryo flooded the star sea, its might overwhelming the six directions and eight wildernesses, immortal light shining upon all heavens and myriad worlds, all beings in the universe must submit.

Yang Zhu concealed nothing, taking a step that shifted the stars and moved the constellations, he arrived at the Overlord Body Ancestral Star, like a heavenly emperor inspecting his realm, looking down upon this magnificent star of mountains and rivers.

"It's the Chaos Holy Embryo… he has come to the Overlord Body Ancestral Star!"

Upon seeing that divine and majestic figure, people were first shocked, then they felt relieved.

Yang Zhu was already invincible on the Starry Sky Ancient Road, sweeping aside everything, none dared to oppose him; even if the Overlord Body lineage was powerful, it could not be compared.

"Your Highness, what do you mean by this?"

After a long while, an elderly figure flew out from the Overlord Body Ancestral Star, trembling as he inquired.

"In the darkest ages of humanity, when the ancient great emperors did not appear, nine completed Holy Bodies fought to the death to protect humanity, exhausting their strength without ever feeling the slightest shame toward humanity.

"But after that, they also drained the fortune of the Holy Body lineage, yet you have instead taken the opportunity to continually suppress the Holy Body line—tell me, have you ever, like the Holy Body, guarded the beings of the universe?"

Yang Zhu looked down from on high, like a deity gazing down upon the nine heavens, his might intimidating the ten directions; as he spoke, the grand dao order appeared, rumbling.

He is the son of the Holy Body Dao Embryo and the grandson of the completed Holy Body; thinking of how the Overlord Body has suppressed the Holy Body line, his heart could not be calm.

Originally a powerful physique, yet none among them had ever acted like the completed Holy Body to protect the masses; all they thought about was how to contend and compare strength with the Holy Body.

Such conduct made it hard for Yang Zhu to feel even a shred of respect for this lineage.

"This…"

Being questioned in this way by Yang Zhu, the old man broke out in a sweat, not knowing how to rebut.

The Holy Body Dao Embryo is peerlessly powerful, sharing the status of the most invincible physique with the Chaos Body; no other divine physique dares to oppose it.

And the Chaos Holy Embryo is the combination of these two, so powerful as to be almost unimaginable, far beyond what the Overlord Body lineage can withstand.

"Answer my question!"

Heihuang roared loudly; even he could not stand the other's behavior, feeling indignant.

"We have been enemies of the Holy Body since ancient times, and this is also due to our bloodline…"

The old man swallowed with difficulty, merely gazing far up at Yang Zhu; the pressure he bore almost made his body burst, his heart trembling with fear.

"Pfft…"

Yang Zhu glanced at him, his divine might overwhelming the universe; the old man was instantly flung tens of thousands of feet upward, and even as an Overlord Body bloodline, his body split open, nearly torn into five pieces.

Know that this is an Overlord Body who has stood as a Saint King for many years, yet he could not withstand even a casual glance! "Leave."

Yang Zhu walked with Heihuang across the Overlord Body Ancestral Grounds, his qi and blood vaster than the Milky Way, like a heavenly emperor on patrol, able to make the nine heavens and ten earths submit.

The vast Overlord Body Ancestral Star had no one daring to utter a word; all trembled as they looked up, their gall bladders quaking and hearts terrified.

The Chaos Holy Embryo has arrived—nothing can stop it! Finally, the two stopped before a massive tomb.

The ten-thousand-zhang ancient tomb was towering and massive, reaching into the clouds, majestic and profound; vegetation grew lush upon it, covered with many ancient medicinal herbs, gathered in patches like a medicinal field.

Upon the tomb, a grand dao aura permeated, so overbearing and arrogant it was like an imperial weapon suppressing everything, causing the six paths to tremble.

"Woof! Little Medicine King!"

Heihuang's sharp eyes spotted more than a dozen stalks of ancient medicinal herbs aged sixty to seventy thousand years, which he promptly snatched up without hesitation.

"A broken quasi‑imperial weapon also dares to block me?"

Yang Zhu wielded a bright red immortal sword, chopping down; the huge ancient tomb shook violently, a mighty slash carving a ten‑thousand‑zhang rift through it, the entire tomb excavated! The enormous rift resembled a heavenly chasm, boundless and endless, nearly cleaving the tomb in two.

What does a quasi‑imperial weapon matter? Before the emperor's sword famed for being able to slay immortals, everything ends as ashes.

They entered the tomb and soon saw a figure with thick black hair seated cross‑legged here, his stature burly, his whole body exuding an overbearing and invincible aura.

"How could there be someone here!"

Heihuang startled, involuntarily shivering; the figure before him was terrifying beyond measure—even a Saint at the peak could not withstand that pressure.

"Merely a lingering thought."

Opening his divine eyes, Yang Zhu realized it was only a trace of the imprint of a completed Overlord Body, and he did not pay it much heed.

"Ah…"

The black‑haired man rose to his feet, staring unblinkingly at Yang Zhu, his eyes somewhat dim; without a word, he sighed helplessly and continued sitting cross‑legged in place.

After staying there for half an incense stick's time, Yang Zhu departed, leaving the tomb and heading deeper into the Overlord Body Ancestral Star, contemplating the unique dao rhythm of this heaven and earth.

Along the way, he saw many Little Medicine Kings, more than a dozen stalks, and even the true Medicine Kings appeared as four stalks, all exceptionally vigorous! "Hehehe, this trip was not in vain!"

The Medicine Kings were taken by Yang Zhu, the rest falling into Heihuang's pouch; he grinned all the way, unable to close his mouth, his eyes wide open.

The two proceeded without restraint into one ancient site after another, pausing briefly to gain insight before moving on; along the way, someone daringly tried to block them, only to be felled by a single strike.

Only after half a day did Yang Zhu leave the Overlord Body Ancestral Star, immediately entering the Golden Ancient Road.

"As expected of a youthful supreme, he actually took a walk with his dog on the Overlord Body Ancestral Star!"

When the news spread, the ancient road trembled; the Overlord Body that could contend with the Holy Body for superiority was, before Yang Zhu, so feeble as to allow him to come and go as he pleased.

"Your Highness wields the Numinous Treasure Heavenly Lord Immortal Sword on patrol—who could see it without shuddering?"

People smiled ruefully; in the battle of the Spirit‑Ghost Concealed Land, when the Numinous Treasure Heavenly Lord's Immortal‑Slaying Sword Formation appeared, hundreds of thousands of alien troops collapsed instantly, their lives mercilessly reaped.

The immortal sword famed for being able to slaughter gods and slay immortals truly lives up to its name!

The Golden Ancient Road is a branch of the Starry Sky Ancient Road, but here it consists mostly of various ancient relics, filled with endless mysteries and secrets.

Its danger surpasses even that of the human ancient road!

Yang Zhu, with Heihuang, consecutively stormed twenty‑one divine sites, sweeping all before him, pushing forward all the way, gaining many insights, his harvest abundant as flowing oil.

Moreover, Yang Zhu crossed between the various ancient roads; whether human, demon, holy spirit, or godly race, nothing could withstand him, and countless heaven‑chosen talents have fallen at his hands.

Before him were Emperor Tian and the Overlord Body; later came the Golden Snake Young Master, Earth Corpse, Heaven‑Swallowing Beast, Heavenly Wolf, Nine‑Eyed Green Toad, and Xilan—all were subdued by him one after another.

Thus he killed to the point that no one dared again to claim the title of supreme! "A generation's demon monarch, Snow‑Moon‑Clear…"

One year later, Yang Zhu and company entered an emperor's tomb, gazing at the broken Demon Emperor's Ruler, then immediately seeing the imprint from when the Demon Emperor once attacked the Immortal Ascension Road, they could not help but sigh.

"Yang… Yang Brother?"

At that moment, a soft call came; Yang Zhu turned his head to see the Southern Demon brother and sister hurrying toward this place.

Long time no see.

Yang Zhu nodded politely; both hailing from the Emperor's Burial Star, the siblings were indeed rare old acquaintances.

Yeah, back in Beidou you had me gasping for breath; who would have thought that on the Starry Sky Ancient Road... it's still the same.

Nan Yao laughed helplessly, openly and with a hint of relief, showing little sorrow or grief. Having crossed many ancient roads and defeated all invincible opponents, what a magnificent aura—inspiring admiration and awe.

I feel your speed isn't bad, not far behind this emperor; this emperor indeed has the potential of an immortal emperor.

Hei Huang muttered, the corners of his mouth turning up; Nan Yao now stands at the Ninth Layer of Saint, while he has already reached the Eighth Layer.

Over these years, he has consumed countless rare treasures, received the baptism of the Dao's Source and Immortal Liquid, his cultivation advancing leaps and bounds, shocking the mundane world.

Hmph, you wicked black dog!

Hearing that, Qi Huoshui was displeased, glaring at Hei Huang with puffed cheeks, waving his fists as if to give him a piece of his mind.

This is the tomb of the Demon Emperor; you may have a significant opportunity here. I have finished my business; it's time to leave—take care.

After a brief while, Yang Zhu departed; calculating the time, he had spent over ten years on the ancient road, and it was not fitting to linger longer.

Take care!

Nan Yao clasped his fists in salute, watching Yang Zhu depart, his eyes fixed on that back for a long while, wondering what he was thinking.

The universe lay desolate; one person and one dog pressed onward into the depths, and after three months the dragon horse finally broke free from its cocoon.

Hiss—

That day, the surging holy flames swept across the galaxy, countless stars burned to ash, becoming the dust of history.

A divine steed wreathed in divine fire galloped, resembling a true dragon coiling, its might overwhelming the eight directions; hooves like small hills fell, shattering a star field! 'Hahaha, I have broken through to the Saint King level; from now on I am invincible under the starry sky!'

The dragon horse laughed wildly, its divine mane flowing, unruly and proud, its voice like a dragon's roar, naturally exuding supreme authority.

Nourished by the dragon horse's ancestors and Yang Zhu's various immortal materials, he underwent another transformation, his bloodline nearing that of a true dragon, overwhelmingly powerful!

Imperial Son!

The dragon horse swift as the wind, so fast that time seemed to halt, arrived beside Yang Zhu, then gave Hei Huang a look of regret.

I say, Hei Huang, you must strive harder; you cannot afford to lose the Imperial Son's dignity!

Get lost, this emperor's affairs are none of your concern...

Seeing the dragon horse strike a showy pose, Hei Huang's face fell, he muttered something and pretended not to have seen, turning his gaze to the distant stars.

Huh? How is there a person here?

Suddenly, as if discovering something, his brow furrowed slightly.

On a huge star, a figure wearing only his upper clothing, resembling an old wild man, sat cross-legged in the void, flames dancing between his hands, strikingly conspicuous.

Any strong person present would surely be shocked, for this is the innate origin Dao fire, which only those beyond the mundane can ignite.

The old man treated it as ordinary fire, earnestly roasting a wholly golden divine beast, as if he had been starving for a long time.

Beside him lay a bone‑like club, appearing ordinary, yet bearing the imprints of many powerful holy spirits.

Good grief… that's a Saint King‑level divine beast, and it's being roasted and eaten? This… is too shocking to hear!

Hei Huang's fur bristled; this was the first time he had seen such a bold old man treating a Saint King's holy beast as food, the very thought making his scalp tingle.

Huh?

The old man sensed something, his gaze lingered briefly on the great black dog before falling on Yang Zhu.

So it's the Imperial Son who has come; Dongfang Taiyi has met the Imperial Son before.

Immediately, he set down his food, strode over with a broad grin, taking a step that spanned boundless distance; in the blink of an eye he stood before Yang Zhu and clasped his hands in salute.

Senior Ren Mo.

Yang Zhu nodded, greeting him politely; he never expected to encounter this demon god in the depths of the cosmos—it was a pleasant surprise.

As the Imperial Son, a figure from over a hundred thousand years ago, even a quasi‑emperor could bow to him and he would accept it; facing Ren Mo, he naturally felt no discomfort.

Truly fortunate; at last I have seen the Imperial Son himself.

Ren Mo laughed loudly, then turned his head to look at the dragon horse, his eyes filled with a longing for all things, murmuring, 'Could this be the dragon horse? I wonder how it tastes…'

Hiss… no, no, no—I follow at the Imperial Son's side; I cannot be eaten!

Even as mighty as the dragon horse, being stared at by the old Ren Mo made him feel as if plunged into an ice cave, his hairs standing on end.

Hahaha… I just caught a little beast; it'll soon be ready to eat. Imperial Son, care to have a taste?

Hearing that, Ren Mo withdrew his gaze, having no qualms about inviting Yang Zhu to share the tasty catch.

Thank you for the kindness, but I must press on; I won't disturb your enjoyment, senior.

What a pity; if it were otherwise, that old man would not have let you go.

Ren Mo laughed heartily, his stature like a great bell; after bidding farewell again with clasped hands, he returned to the Dao fire, wholeheartedly turning the roasting meat.

This old man's strength is terrifying; at the very least he is a Great Saint!

After putting some distance between them, the dragon horse, as if having survived a calamity, wiped away cold sweat.

From the old man's scorching gaze just now, he realized that at that moment he had truly been regarded as food; had it not been for Yang Zhu, he might already have been skewered over the fire.

After leaving the eighty-first pass, most of the ancient road ahead was fragmented and drunken, requiring one to piece it together oneself, or seek other methods to continue forward.

Later, Yang Zhu sacrificed the No Beginning Immortal Terrace, ignoring all domains, wandering freely along the Starry Sky Ancient Road, pushing forward all the way.

Half a year later, the three finally arrived at the last pass of the Human Race Ancient Road—the 108th pass.

"The Chaotic Holy Fetus has arrived!"

That day, the final pass boiled over; many heavenly pride who had already arrived here were stirred, all wishing to witness Yang Zhu's demeanor.

Sweeping aside all opponents, invincible on the Starry Sky Ancient Road, crossing the ancient road to defeat enemies, it all took only over ten years, incomparably stunning and glorious—none before, none after! Even the ancient great emperors of that age might not be so divine and magnificent, slaying until no one dares to claim supremacy! 'What, he has entered the ultimate realm?'

Unfortunately, Yang Zhu did not linger here, merging with the Heaven and Earth Great Dao, and directly slaughtered his way into the final ultimate road.

Many could only leave disappointed, having waited a long time; unfortunately they failed to witness his demeanor, inevitably feeling somewhat lost.

Having passed through the Human Race Ancient Road, Yang Zhu arrived at the ultimate trial ground; this place was extremely silent, without a sound, as if he had come to a desolate land.

Ahead, a majestic pass towered, entwined with chaotic Qi; the ages could not erase his traces.

One after another, huge stone pillars soared into the nebula, like heaven‑supporting pillars, standing before the majestic pass; each pillar is a history, engraved with the veins of time.

The majestic pass is nameless, yet the names of the Human Emperor, Amitabha Buddha, the Ruthless One, the Void, the Beginningless, the Green Emperor, and others are carved into the pillars—this says it all! "Finally we have arrived!"

The Black Emperor and the Dragon Horse were excited, standing before this majestic pass, feeling the vicissitudes and glory of history, their minds filled with countless thoughts!

(End of chapter)