Chapter 342

Nine-Colored Immortal Pill, using Undying Medicine as the main ingredient, supplemented with countless Immortal Treasures and Divine Materials refined together, its body radiates immortal light, its medicinal fragrance seeps into the heart and spleen, capable of making one intoxicated.

In a certain sense, its value is not inferior to that of Undying Medicine.

Undying Medicine contains the secret of longevity, allowing those who have attained the Dao to live an extra life; after that, if taken again, the effect would be greatly diminished, almost negligible.

Although the Nine-Turn Immortal Pill cannot increase lifespan by a whole life like Undying Medicine, it can allow those who have taken Undying Medicine, or those who have severed their own lifeline, to maintain peak condition and live reversely for another two thousand years.

Its value even moves the ancient supreme beings! "Emperor Sovereign..."

After Yang Zhu put away the immortal pill, he stared at the green cauldron for a moment, not knowing what he was thinking, only a hint of strange color flashing in the depths of his eyes.

After pausing briefly, he stepped down from the dais and gave Duan De and the Black Emperor each two fragments of the immortal pill; although only a portion, they were truly Immortal Treasures! "Haha, thank you, Brother Yang."

Duan De rubbed his big white fat hands, overjoyed to the point of madness, his mouth almost splitting from smiling.

If not for this place forbidding it, he would have wanted to swallow the immortal pill right then to temper his precious body and raise his cultivation!

"If I take it, what Holy Body Ye Youngster, I could suppress with one hand!"

The Black Emperor took out an exquisite wooden box, carefully storing the immortal pill fragments like a treasure, unable to help shouting.

"This place might be where a Heavenly Venerable is sealed; ahead will only be more dangerous."

After the few left the dais, they did not continue retreating, but moved forward all the way.

The spaciousness of the stone hall far exceeded their imagination; after going deep several dozen li, they passed nine magnificent halls along the way before nearing the end.

The next moment, they suddenly felt a tremendous pressure descending, as if a supreme existence ahead was overlooking this direction!

"Five-Colored Altar."

Yang Zhu slightly startled, the hall ahead grew ever more magnificent; within the vast empty space, a Five-Colored Altar stood sideways, spanning up to a hundred zhang in width.

The altar is composed of five special divine materials, the same five-colored light brilliant and dazzling, rosy light shimmering, emitting a dreamlike halo.

Every part of the altar is covered with divine mystic patterns, extremely intricate, containing the most primordial truth of this universe.

Moreover, a sense of vicissitudes and ancient simplicity rushed over, as if the altar had endured countless ages and arrived in the present, moving one deeply.

"A forbidden technique capable of sealing a Great Emperor!"

Yang Zhu opened his Divine Eye, the Nine Secrets activated simultaneously; gazing afar, he saw tens of thousands of Forbidden Order Divine Chains intertwining vertically and horizontally, sealing above the Five-Colored Altar.

Those patterns were too terrifying, emitting light of hundreds of millions of zhang, each point of radiance several times brighter than stars.

As those runes trembled slightly, the myriad paths of the void and past ages were all sealed!

"Indeed worthy of the Emperor Sovereign."

Yang Zhu sighed, daring to assert that the Nirvana Heavenly Venerable was very likely the one sealed beneath the Five-Colored Altar; millions of years have passed, yet those seals show no sign of loosening.

"Boundless Heavenly Venerable, what a terrifying method!"

Duan De sucked in a cold breath, only feeling his scalp tingle; even the Wuque Supreme could be sealed, with no fear of his escape—such aura and method are truly rare.

He has an extraordinary background, and likewise through Heaven-defying Shen Gong, he peered into a corner of the seal, inwardly admiring.

"Such a heaven-defying forbidden technique is indeed rare."

After pondering a moment, Yang Zhu did not rush to leave, but sat cross-legged where he was, beginning to deduce those runes.

Seeing this, the Black Emperor and Duan De also did not hesitate, each choosing a place to contemplate and comprehend.

The supreme means left by the Emperor Sovereign, even the Emperor Wuque could be sealed; just grasping the fringes would bring great benefit! Time flew, three months passed, and the Big Black Dog and the Black Emperor awoke in succession.

In half a year's time, they all gained greatly, and their cultivation broke through once, entering a higher realm.

"Marvelous! This emperor feels that suppressing a Great Sage is no longer a problem!"

The Black Emperor's attainment in formations is profound, and with the Word-Forming Secret aiding him, on this path he could be said to advance a thousand li a day, breaking through again to a higher level.

He clenched his fists, eager to immediately seize a Great Sage to test it!

"You all go first; after leaving..."

Yang Zhu continued his Dao contemplation, but a Divine Sound transmitted, detailing some matters after which everything returned to calm.

"Imperial Son, rest assured, I handle things absolutely reliably!"

"We two will definitely do our utmost!"

The two wore solemn expressions, nodded heavily, and carefully left along the route they had come.

His thoughts withdrawn, Yang Zhu once again sank into the seal secret arts left behind by the Emperor Sovereign.

That is a sealing art called the "Dust‑Lock Bond"; if one's own strength is sufficient, even a flawless Great Emperor and ancient sovereign can be suppressed forever.

"Could those words on the Beidou Immortal Road be what the Emperor Sovereign left behind back then…"

Yang Zhu spaced out a bit; he distinctly remembered that at the end of the Immortal Ascension Road were the large characters "Dust‑Lock Bond, Bright Dao Sword Immortal".

This is a coincidence, or perhaps it really was left by the Emperor Sovereign? In a blink, a year's time slipped away.

Hum…

When Yang Zhu opened his eyes again, chaos filled his gaze, as if a universe were rising and falling, deducing the profound mysteries of the world's origin, wondrous and inexplicable.

Over the past year he has gained greatly, comprehending many of the Emperor Sovereign's seal‑immortal arts, and can now barely employ them.

But limited by his current cultivation, he can at most suppress peers of the same realm, like the ancient supremacies, still far from enough.

Even Yang Zhu had to admit that the Emperor Sovereign was a man of great fortune—first establishing the Heavenly Court, then plotting the Ninety‑Nine Dragon Mountains in hopes of leading the teachings to ascend.

Besides these, the All‑Character Secret, the Dust‑Lock Bond, the Forbidden Ground of the Ascension Star, and the Nine‑Turn Immortal Pill are undoubtedly manifestations of his strength.

"Our paths differ; we will ultimately stand on opposite sides."

After leaving a single remark, Yang Zhu departed this place; a year ago he had Black Emperor and Duan De prepare some arrangements in advance for the opening of the Immortal Road.

But the two are ultimately only Great Sages; many secret arts are hard for them to wield, and as for the main layout, to ensure nothing goes wrong, he still needs to handle it personally.

Having left the seal's grounds, Yang Zhu strolled across the Ascension Star; soon he saw an old Daoist with the aura of an immortal.

"Please stay, fellow Daoist; I am the old Daoist Ge Xuan, and I have a matter I wish to ask for your guidance—may you grant it?"

The old Daoist raised his hand in a salute; his silver‑white hair floated in the wind, his Daoist aura utterly natural.

"Senior, please speak."

Yang Zhu heard the two words "Ge Xuan", his expression shifted, he stopped his steps and calmly gazed at the person before him.

Ge Xuan, according to ancient mythology, is the patriarch of the Numinous Treasure Sect of Daoism, who cultivated Daoist arts and studied alchemical scriptures such as the Grand Purity Elixir Scripture, the Nine Cauldrons Elixir Scripture, and the Golden Fluid Elixir Scripture.

He is skilled in talismans and various arts, possessing many wondrous techniques; at one time he was called a sage by the world, and his mastery of creation was profound.

"Fellow Daoist, did you come out of the sealed land? The old Daoist wishes to ask: is there any trace of an 'immortal' inside?"

Ge Xuan's tone was flat, yet in his deep eyes there was an excitement that could not be suppressed.

For how many years has it been that no living being has ever been heard of entering the sealed land and leaving unharmed?

Regarding that forbidden ground, no matter what race, everyone here is extremely curious, for it may very well be related to an "immortal"! "Inside are merely the relics left by the ancient heavenly court." Yang Zhu neither denied nor admitted outright, but spoke these words.

"I see."

After a moment, Ge Xuan slowly stroked his beard and nodded; he had previously suspected that the sealed land was the work of a supreme existence or a vast power.

Now hearing these words from Yang Zhu, his suspicion was completely confirmed.

"It seems that the earth-shaking upheaval of countless ages will indeed begin here..."

He gazed into the distance, muttering to himself, unknown what he was pondering.

"I sense on you, fellow Daoist, the aura of the Numinous Treasure Heavenly Lord; have you also received his transmission?"

After he regained his composure, with a calm expression he inquired and invited Yang Zhu to visit his secluded abode.

Yang Zhu nodded in agreement; shortly thereafter, the two arrived together at a hidden place, lush and verdant, tranquil and serene, where lingering there could cultivate one's disposition.

"You actually possess the Heavenly Lord's perfect Degree-People Scripture?"

Upon learning that Yang Zhu possessed the complete Degree-People Scripture, Ge Xuan's face showed shock, his composure unable to remain calm.

Among the myriad secret arts and Shen Gong in the world, he believed the Degree-People Scripture to be supreme.

Because he had received the transmission of the Numinous Treasure Heavenly Lord, he deeply knew that person's unsurpassed achievements; the methods he created and the Dao he left behind were undoubtedly stunning.

And among the various transmitted techniques, the Degree-People Scripture is the most mysterious, possessing boundless power, and is the natural bane of all evil entities.

With the Degree-People Scripture, some of the world's strange and ominous things are transformed into a wisp of azure qi and cease to exist.

Besides this, the two discussed the Dao and shared many insights, gaining much understanding.

Ge Xuan is indeed a prominent figure in Daoism; on the path of cultivation he has gone far, and he holds his own unique views on all things in the world.

"Farewell, senior, take care."

As he departed, Yang Zhu gave the other a deep glance, tinged with a hint of regret.

He knew that Ge Xuan had long since passed away, but his obsession was so deep that the person before him was merely a thought-form derived from his meditation after death.

Because his obsession with an "immortal" was too profound, this will became undying and imperishable, yet unaware that his true self had already perished.

Moreover, due to the influence of the Feixian Star, the present Ge Xuan almost entirely grasps the original's memories and Shen Gong cultivation, making him appear indistinguishable from the true self.

Just like the perfected holy body and human emperor in the original intelligent narrative, even after falling for many years, the will does not perish and may one day return to the mortal realm.

"The divine materials for setting up the five-colored altar..."

Not long after, Yang Zhu discovered a five-colored forest in a valley, where divine trees of five different colors grew.

The forest spanned several li, filled with five-colored divine trees; viewed from above, they were evenly distributed like the five-colored altar, perfectly corresponding.

Yang Zhu flicked his sleeve, taking half of the divine trees away, leaving the other half to continue propagating here, leaving some opportunity for later generations.

Half a day later, Yang Zhu arrived at a flourishing place where most fierce beasts dared not tread, as if they were extremely wary of it.

He found more than a dozen stalks of medicine kings over a hundred thousand years old and a clan of strange divine flowers; at a glance Yang Zhu recognized what they were.

"It is actually the Demon God Flower?"

This is one of the three marvelous flowers, containing the Dao of heaven and earth, possessing extremely powerful spirituality, and is a holy object in the eyes of the demon race.

Its marvelous use lies in nurturing demonic youthful spirits, refining their bloodline, spirituality, and bones, greatly enhancing the cultivator's aptitude, but it is of little use to adult great demons.

The Demon Monarch Snowy Moon Clear, by consuming a Demon God Flower in youth, transformed from an ordinary snow rabbit into a peerless heavenly pride of his generation, proving the Dao and becoming emperor.

After storing most of the medicine kings, Yang Zhu stood before the Demon God Flower and gazed at it for a long time, wishing to behold this ancient rarity.

"Hum!"

At that moment, the void trembled like ripples; the next instant, a golden-haired-covered arm extended from the void and grabbed toward the Demon God Flower.

It actually intended to snatch the Demon God Flower right before Yang Zhu's eyes! "Huh?"

Yang Zhu first furrowed his brows, then a brilliant light like a hanging galaxy poured down from beside him, freezing the surrounding space and time.

The next moment, he thrust out a palm, which traversed endless distance and struck the arm's owner.

"Pfft!"

Beneath a stretch of starry sky near the Feixian Star, golden blood sprayed; a divine ape covered in golden fur was hurled thousands of li, its bones shattering.

"You're courting death."

The next moment, a figure wreathed in hundreds of millions of immortal lights stepped upon the Chaos Dao and walked forth from the void.

Yang Zhu's eyes were calm; a great hand pressed down, like the pressure of myriad Dao, nearly causing this star field to explode, suppressing the six-eared macaque.

Although the six-eared macaque is one of the peak bloodlines, even the Great Sage, when he meets the post-Quasi-Emperor Chaos Sacred Fetus, ten thousand of them would not be enough.

"Bang!"

At this moment, the six-eared macaque exerted all its strength, its body blazing with golden light, shaking countless surrounding stars to ash in an instant, yet to no avail.

With just a single palm, it could not even struggle the slightest while being firmly suppressed.

"Crack crack crack..."

Following that crisp sound, the six-eared macaque's tendons and bones broke inch by inch, it coughed up blood profusely, its golden fur fell off, and myriad rays of light swiftly dimmed...

"Imperial Prince, spare your hand!"

At that moment, the old ape rushed over, seeming urgent, and spoke out to stop.

"Who are you?"

Hearing this, Yang Zhu looked at the comer; although he had seen him before, he noticed the figure's appearance was somewhat familiar? The old ape's blood and qi were not particularly strong, yet his aura was immensely powerful, having broken through the Quasi-Emperor realm many years ago, and could be described as "unfathomable".

「Fighting Victory Buddha, on the Imperial Son's wedding day, I also sent people to give congratulatory gifts. 」

Laoyuan spoke up, never expecting that he is actually the younger brother of the Fighting Victory Holy Emperor, that is, the paternal uncle of the Holy Emperor's Son.

「It turns out to be a senior. 」

What Yang Zhu didn't expect was that he would encounter the Fighting Victory Buddha on Flying Immortal Star, and that the other party would actually step forward for the Six-Eared Macaque.

「This person……has some friendship with my nephew, and please Imperial Son spare her life once. 」

The always fierce and overbearing Fighting Victory Buddha now behaves very politely.

Regarding Yang Zhu, this Imperial Son and Imperial Grandson, Chaos Holy Fetus, a figure who has quelled the Dark Turmoil, he feels admiration, thus he is extremely courteous and respectful.

After all, Yang Zhu is on good terms with the Holy Emperor's Son, and is on friendly terms with the Fighting Victory Holy Ape lineage, so there is no need for any hostility.

Moreover, nowadays who doesn't know that Yang Zhu surpasses ancient and modern, overwhelms an era, is the most hopeful person to prove the Dao today; who sees him wouldn't feel three parts of reverence? 「Since the senior has already spoken, naturally it won't be like that. 」

Yang Zhu withdrew his palm; in fact, he merely wanted to give a lesson, not to kill on the spot.

(End of Chapter)