Chapter 69: Gu Tian Shu

After exchanging pleasantries, Yang Zhu pointed his finger at the Big Black Dog's brow and transmitted a cultivation method to it.

"This is… the Moving Word Secret! And also the Holy Beast Technique!"

The Big Black Dog's eyes widened to the size of copper bells, stunned in place for a long time, unable to believe it, and its breathing involuntarily became rapid.

He had long been craving the Moving Word Secret; after learning that Ye Fan also mastered it, he didn't resort to threats or bribes, but it was to no avail.

Moreover, Yang Zhu himself felt embarrassed to bring it up, almost longing for it with eyes strained, never expecting to obtain it today.

The Big Black Dog hadn't recovered from its excitement when Yang Zhu took out the silver plate and handed it to him; this is a corner of the Ruthless Person's Grand Formation, priceless! "Why… are you giving me so much, Your Majesty?"

The Big Black Dog was completely dumbfounded, nearly overwhelmed by reason, he quickly regained composure a little, and asked in confusion.

Yang Zhu did not answer immediately, but gazed toward the direction of Purple Mountain.

"Xiao Hei, my father swept aside all opposition; no one is his match. Now that you follow me, you naturally cannot be weaker than others."

After hearing that, the usually lively Big Black Dog came to understanding, and his eye sockets involuntarily reddened.

Wushi Dadi was invincible his whole life; all enemies he encountered were completely suppressed by him, and Yang Zhu's future path will naturally be the same.

Now that the Big Black Dog follows by Yang Zhu's side, if it encounters trouble and falters, that simply wouldn't do.

"I will return to forge weapons; during this time you should study the formation patterns diligently."

"Understood."

After exchanging a few brief words and bidding farewell to the Holy Maiden of Jade Pool, Ye Fan, and others, Yang Zhu set off toward Purple Mountain.

As before, Yang Zhu entered the interior of Purple Mountain with ease.

Upon reaching the vast hall, Yang Zhu felt as if a gaze was fixed upon him, as though being scrutinized.

"Who? Come out."

Yang Zhu turned his head in an instant, looking toward an entrance to the Dragon Vein in the darkness.

Within Purple Mountain, the Wushi Bell suppresses all; the imperial might is vast, any evil spirit cannot raise a wave and is instantly turned to ashes.

Under Yang Zhu's gaze, after a moment a figure emerged from the darkness.

After making out the figure, Yang Zhu frowned, having thought it was an ancient creature, but it turned out to be a middle-aged man.

The man was tall and stalwart, broad and robust, dressed simply in mainly gray, with a handsome appearance.

His pair of eyes were like a sharp blade, extremely imposing, his inner aura exceptionally strong, divine power permeating.

"Who are you?"

Yang Zhu knew he was not of the Ancient Clan, and asked.

Purple Mountain has long been renowned worldwide; each year it draws an unknown number of mighty adventurers who enter, even at the risk of nine deaths to one life, all seeking opportunity.

Yet how perilous this place is; even as mighty as the White-Clothed God King, once trapped he remained for thousands of years, arriving vigorous, but when found he was already on the brink of death.

The previous generation Source Heaven Master had attained mastery of creation, his understanding of terrain had reached the peak, yet he still could not escape the fate of being trapped and dying here.

As long as one is not an emperor, even bearing imperial weapons, they cannot turn the tide; this is not a forbidden zone of life, yet it is more perilous than such a forbidden zone!

Before the ancient era, this place had been taken over by the Ancient Clan's highest creator, the Immortal Heavenly Emperor, and was truly a holy mountain at that time.

Later it was seized by Wushi Dadi; one can imagine how astonishing the creation here is!

The man sized up Yang Zhu from head to toe, a few black lines appearing on his forehead, and finally uttered a few words: "Gu Tian Shu."

Hearing that, Yang Zhu suddenly understood.

Gu Tian Shu, several thousand years ago, entered Purple Mountain together with dozens of people seeking something; as expected, they all ended up trapped, with no one able to escape.

Afterwards everyone else had passed away, only he remained alive and became a fervent follower of Wushi Dadi. He firmly believed that Wushi Dadi had not passed away, and for thousands of years he has been tracking his traces, striving to follow his footsteps.

But contrary to his wishes, after spending much time over half a year, he still could not catch a clue.

"What are you? Why are you appearing here?"

Gu Tian Shu seemed quite curious about Yang Zhu, for he sensed from Yang Zhu a faintly familiar aura.

"Yang Zhu, this is where I was born."

"This is where you were born! How is that possible?"

Gu Tian Shu's expression was no longer calm; earlier, while he was asleep, he was awakened by a tremendous noise, and when he came to inspect, only a divine source remained on the ground, as if someone had just been born.

Even though his cultivation was not low, attempting to spread his divine sense to search would be absolutely impossible, and would be instantly crushed by this place.

"Why impossible? Wushi is my father."

Upon hearing this, Gu Tian Shu was struck as if by five thunders, his mind instantly went blank, and for a long time he could not recover.

Wushi Dadi swept all before him, unmatched in the world; the deeper one delves into understanding him, the more one is shocked by his strength.

Gu Tian Shu stared, his chest heaving violently; "Wushi Dadi actually left behind an imperial son? How shocking! "You… you are the emperor's descendant?"

"Yes."

Yang Zhu nodded; he was still relatively patient with Gu Tian Shu.

Besides being his father's follower, in the original work after the Ancient Clan emerged, Gai Jiuyou strove to fabricate the illusion that Wushi was still alive, solely to intimidate the Ancient Clan, making an indelible contribution to humanity.

Yang Zhu knew this matter; the other party found it hard to accept at once, but he was not in a hurry either.

"Father…"

Yang Zhu approached the Stone Book, gazing at the three large characters "Wushi Scripture", and his thoughts surged.

His father, in a foreign land, single-handedly held back several Immortal Heavenly Emperors; without imperial weapons at his side, he still held his own, his methods so strong that even Yang Zhu marveled.

"This is the Wushi Scripture; for tens of thousands of years no one has been able to open it."

Gu Tian Shu spoke; to this day he still does not quite believe that Wushi Dadi has an imperial son existing in the world.

Yang Zhu stroked the stone book with his palm; a low hum resonated, and the heavy Stone Book began to flutter open.

In an instant, aura filled the air, vast and mighty, pressing the void to tremble.

Page after page seemed to come alive, divine light flowing, chaotic energy surging, like a waterfall pouring down.

"Cry! The phoenix's call pierced the nine heavens, and the Immortal Divine Phoenix Pill rose from Yang Zhu's body, hovering above the Wushi Scripture."

"The Beginningless Scripture... has been opened!"

Only then did he finally believe that everything Yang Zhu said was true! He was excited, looked over, but saw that the surface of the Beginningless Scripture was shrouded in chaotic qi, making it impossible to see any content.

"Indeed..."

Gu Tianshu was a bit disappointed, but quickly came to terms with it, having already anticipated this outcome.

The Beginningless Scripture cannot be viewed unless one is the child of a great emperor or possesses a sacred body Dao fetus! As the stone pages were turned one by one, upon reaching a certain page, the scripture suddenly revealed a strange space inside, which was the endless immortal treasure left by his father! "Indeed, it really exists."

After searching, Yang Zhu felt delighted; inside, he truly found the materials he needed!

He clenched his palm, and a block of black stone emerged from the stone book.

The black stone block is the size of a bed, its surface covered in chaotic qi, with mist swirling, forming hundreds of strands that fall down; each strand weighs as much as ten thousand jun, and just one strand could collapse a mountain range! The essence of the chaos stone is equivalent to the source of the mother qi of all things, capable of endlessly generating chaotic qi, and is extremely pure!

(End of chapter)