Chapter 46: with translation of chapter title

Ye Fan had only just obtained the Word "Move" secret, not fully comprehended it, unable to activate it at top speed, so he naturally fell behind.

The two fled desperately, constantly worried that the "thing" behind would catch up, not daring to slow down in the slightest.

"You dead dog, you don't care about my safety at all!"

Ye Fan exerted all his strength just to avoid being thrown off by Heihuang, wishing he could skin the dog and eat its meat.

This guy is overly crafty—when he sees a treasure he bites first, when danger appears he runs off on his own, and Ye Fan can do nothing about him.

"No……something seems wrong!"

After running wildly for more than ten li, Heihuang belatedly realized, gradually slowed down, and his forehead was filled with black lines.

Seeing the black dog stop, Ye Fan hastily braked, thinking there couldn't be any danger ahead, could there?

"We were fleeing in a panic just now, I didn't react in time, but that attack's aura seems somewhat familiar..."

Heihuang ignored Ye Fan, spinning in place with his bald tail, muttering.

"So what should we do? Take a detour or turn back to check?"

Heihuang suddenly halted, and before Ye Fan could react, he shot back like a streak of black light.

Ye Fan cursed and followed, knowing Heihuang's cleverness meant he wouldn't die pointlessly; he must have discovered something.

Upon approaching the Holy Lake, they hid, cautiously drawing near, and were soon shocked by the sight before them.

Above the broad Holy Lake lay countless golden brands, each as large as a millstone, profound and mysterious, seeming heavier than stars, weighing down the void until it became illusory.

Beneath each pattern stood massive pillars of spiritual light, continuously drawing spiritual energy from the Holy Lake.

"What's going on? Could someone be cultivating?"

Ye Fan clicked his tongue, wondering what kind of expert could produce such a grand display.

Just now those golden patterns crashed down, nearly overturning them, and even recalling it now sends a pang of alarm.

"Don't speak, let this emperor observe carefully for a moment."

Heihuang narrowed his eyes, seemingly trying to make out the scene in the lake's center.

"Impossible, these patterns are too profound to be moved in the slightest."

Ye Fan used the Source Heaven Book as a guide to probe the reality, but the heavenly radiance spread like a barrier, and his extending divine sense was instantly shattered.

"It does seem somewhat familiar, but this emperor can't guarantee; I recall he wasn't here..." Heihuang muttered, then looked at Ye Fan.

"Kid, why don't you go up and test it? I'll watch from the side and verify—then we'll know."

"Get lost!" Ye Fan flatly refused; the black dog surely harbored no good intentions, who knows how many times he's been tricked by him upon entering—utterly unreliable.

Yang Zhu slowly opened his eyes, rose to his full height, and turned into an illusory shadow moving forward.

Ye Fan's heart raced as he sensed a mighty aura, vast like divine might, sweeping toward him, tightening his soul—could it be coming to kill them? He and Heihuang had just thought to flee when a figure shrouded in divine light arrived before them.

Yang Zhu glanced at Ye Fan and Heihuang, also slightly startled; he had felt a familiar aura during his cultivation just earlier.

Before he could regain his composure, the Dao patterns launched an attack on their own, sweeping them away in an instant.

Heihuang, stout as a bull, instinctively spoke upon seeing Yang Zhu, but remembering their prior agreement, he immediately corrected himself. He turned into a streak of black light and rushed to Yang Zhu's side, his joy evident; it had been over three months since they parted at the Great Demon Yin Tomb.

"You weren't supposed to be in Southern Ridge—how did you end up here?"

Heihuang had naturally heard of Yang Zhu's deeds; upon mentioning them he lifted his head arrogantly, looking quite excited.

Yang Zhu's dominance made it seem as if he beheld the boundless strength of the youth Wu Shi—able to crush all peers of his realm and slay enemies across realms as easily as a daily meal.

"This… this, uh… is Ye Fan this brat urging this emperor to come! It's all his idea!"

Asked about this, Heihuang instantly wilted, drooped his head, and passed the blame to Ye Fan.

"... Clearly this dead dog volunteered! Brother Yang Zhu, don't listen to his nonsense."

Ye Fan was furious and wanted to beat the guy on the spot, but fearing a bite, he could only suppress his anger for now.

"It's fine; we're all here to improve, nothing to worry about."

Yang Zhu didn't press further; he naturally knew the two had come for the Western Emperor Scripture, and he preferred not to interfere.

"You two actually know each other?" Heihuang looked at the pair—this was beyond his expectation.

After a brief exchange, Yang Zhu returned above the Holy Lake; the Dao patterns across the sky flickered, bursting forth with even greater terror as they continued to draw in spiritual power to temper himself.

Heihuang had originally been with Ye Fan, but now that he'd met Yang Zhu, he naturally followed the latter.

Ye Fan also didn't know where to go, so he simply stayed put for the time being.

"Holy Body Dao Embryo, truly formidable……"

Ye Fan gazed at Yang Zhu, his eyes flashing with an unusual hue, unknown what he was thinking.

As a Holy Body, he had absolute confidence in his strength among peers, but after meeting Yang Zhu he was deeply moved.

That casual strike just now had nearly seriously injured him and Heihuang; if one day they stood on opposing sides, with golden Dao patterns pouring down from the heavens, just imagining the scene makes one's blood run cold.

"Woohoo~ What a bunch of holy sons—when the time comes I'll snatch them all and make them my pets!"

Heihuang howled loudly, quite excited, his grin growing more smug, yet so contemptible that one just wants to give him two punches.

Half a day later Yang Zhu was reborn as if from fire, his limbs and bones washed anew, crystal clear like jade, rivaling the sharpness of divine weapons.

The golden Dao markings receded like a tide, all withdrawn, shining on Yang Zhu's skin, then all concealed, the divine splendour retracted inward.

He floated like an immortal, standing still above the Holy Lake, tightly staring at the lake surface like a sapphire.

There's something strange below; we've been down before and almost had an accident.

Ye Fan warned, the lake bottom was full of wax corpses; the sight was extremely bizarre, just looking at it made one's whole body shudder.

Indeed, it feels like eyes are staring at one's back from somewhere, truly frightening." Black Emperor agreed.

Yang Zhu's eyes were covered with a layer of golden light, shooting out two divine beams, continually scanning the lake.

I didn't expect it to really exist.

Yang Zhu seemed to have seen something, his heart leapt with joy, and then, under Ye Fan's shocked gaze, he dove into the water.

Going downstream a few dozen meters, many wax corpses were seen floating in the water, retaining their former appearance, their movements graceful, their expressions unchanged from before.

Were it not for their deathly pale skin, they would truly seem alive, making them all the more eerie.

Yang Zhu continued descending; the wax corpses followed the current, but before they could approach, he struck them with his hand, turning them into blood.

Soon Yang Zhu reached the lake bottom, seeing countless corpses everywhere, skin deathly pale, hair disheveled; in this dark lake bottom, it seemed as if many pairs of cold, sinister gazes were cast upon him.

(End of chapter)