Chapter 72

When several materials were completely fused, Yang Zhu's body emanated immortal radiance, and nine innate dao marks shot out from between his eyebrows.

These were nine large characters carved from fresh blood, each several meters thick, vivid and dripping, and as soon as they appeared, imperial might surged like endless river water.

Dong—dong—dang…

The Primordial Bell vibrated violently, the bell tolled nine times in succession, as if resonating with those several large characters from the human's celestial cover.

"Imperial Blood!"

That aura was extremely familiar to Gu Tian Shu, sharing the same origin as the Primordial Bell, indeed the Imperial Blood of the Primordial Great Emperor.

Those nine dao marks seemed to possess a kind of magic; just one glance would cause ordinary people to sink into oblivion, their thoughts gradually scattering, and vaguely, Gu Tian Shu seemed to see an immortal palace appear before his eyes……

"I almost got lost……"

After all, he was a Great Saint, and having been trapped in Purple Mountain for all these years, his mind far surpassed ordinary people, and he quickly pulled his thoughts back.

Upon close inspection, those nine large characters revealed sharp brushstrokes and a mighty presence, obviously written by the same hand as the Primordial Scripture on the stone tablet! Yang Zhu's innate dao marks were written by his father with Imperial Blood and personally imprinted into his body, capable of erupting with earth-shaking might.

This is one of Yang Zhu's life-saving trump cards; if truly activated from the side, it can unleash the full-power strike of the Primordial Bell, overwhelmingly powerful.

A single drop of Imperial Blood can detonate stars; when many drops of Imperial Blood gather together, the power can be imagined, already beyond description as shocking and extraordinary.

Under Yang Zhu's control, the Imperial Dao Principle of his innate dao mark was imprinted into the Hun Dun Chi, greatly enhancing its power, and his spiritual connection with it grew ever closer.

This is a slow process; one must not rush it, the more care taken, the more adept it will be to use later.

In the blink of an eye, half a month passed.

When the final step was completed, Yang Zhu rose to his feet, a thought moved, and the Hun Dun Chi hovered above his head.

At this time, the Hun Dun Chi was over a meter wide, mist swirling, hazy, myriad auspicious signs, chaotic qi continually dripped down, majestic and profound.

Even after searching the five domains, not a trace of chaotic qi could be found, yet his entire pool was forged from this substance, without a speck of impurity.

At the pool's center lay golden, radiant Dao patterns of law, converging like rivers and seas; even the spray they kicked up were fragments of the Great Dao.

The spray made no sound, yet it could easily suppress the void; its lingering moment was truly terrifying.

The essence of chaotic stone plus the three great immortal metals, forged with extreme Dao imperial armaments, combined with Yang Zhu's origin Dao patterns, only then was this object refined! 'Even a holy weapon cannot be tested without seeing it.'

The Hun Dun Chi shrank to palm size, hovering in Yang Zhu's palm; he was very pleased with this 'embryo of an imperial armament' of his.

With his strength and talent, proving the Dao was merely a matter of time; thus, in the refinement he naturally aimed for an imperial armament, selecting only the finest materials.

The moment he lowered his palm, the Hun Dun Chi was drawn into his body, hovering above the golden sea of bitterness, continually generating chaotic qi…

'I wonder how Xiao Hei and the others are doing.'

Unlike others, Yang Zhu's natal magic treasure required only its first shaping to take a month; in that month, many things could occur.

'Senior Gu, why cling to chasing my father? Forging your own path is also a way.'

Yang Zhu stepped down from the Dao platform, saw Gu Tianchu still standing in place, and spoke.

'Tens of thousands of years ago I made the vow to follow the Great Emperor's steps until death.'

Upon hearing this, Gu Tianchu did not answer immediately; after a long silence, he still shook his head.

Yang Zhu said nothing after hearing it; his father had been invincible all his life, so naturally there were many admirers.

Their beliefs had long been steadfast, deeply engraved in their souls, unshakable and hard to change. 'Imperial Son!'

'I know you want to ask whether my father has passed away; I can certainly tell you, he is still alive.'

Yang Zhu nodded, lifted his foot to leave, but Gu Tianchu called him back; he did not turn around, instead leaving behind a sentence as he strode away.

Gu Tianchu, hearing those words, was struck as if by a heavy blow, frozen in place, his chest heaving violently; so overcome with emotion that his body trembled uncontrollably.

'I just knew… I just knew the Great Emperor was invincible all his life, how could he have passed away as the world says…… I just knew……'

After tens of thousands of years of perseverance, the result finally came; even though he had entered the realm of Great Saint, his eye sockets reddened, his trembling body almost unable to stand, on the verge of collapsing.

'Ah!'

That day, Gu Tianchu's loud shout echoed through the hall, a joy so extreme it brought tears.

After obtaining the result of tens of thousands of years of pursuit, he did not choose to leave, but remained in Purple Mountain, silently guarding it.

Leaving Purple Mountain, Yang Zhu took a single step into midair, his figure ethereal, shrinking the ground to an inch; one step carried him several li.

He casually came to a city, as usual went to the Stone Gambling Workshop, which is the best place to obtain news.

If not inquiring, it would be fine, but Yang Zhu, having just arrived, heard an important clue: reportedly, the Nine Secrets are about to emerge! Yang Zhu was slightly surprised; each of the Nine Secrets is a priceless treasure, and each emergence inevitably causes a great upheaval.

After grasping the general information, Yang Zhu immediately left this place, heading for a town named Licheng.

Licheng, its scope not large, can only be considered a small town.

However, only after learning more did one realize it possesses a long history, having been relocated several times, with numerous relics.

The news of the Nine Secrets pointed precisely to this place; unfortunately, he arrived a bit late.

Two days ago, several great holy lands—Fluctuating Light, Great Flood, Purple Mansion—including the Ji and Jiang families, and even many demonic forces, brought many young strongsters, their momentum grand.

At that time, a bluish ancient bronze warship flashed with metallic luster, carrying dozens of experts whose demonic aura soared to the heavens.

And the Purple Mansion holy land's celestial pavilion, the Ji family's ancient barbaric beasts, the Dao One holy land's Dao light—each was immensely shocking, the spectacle extremely grand.

They swarmed in, large numbers of experts rushing over, all for the news of the Nine Secrets.

Here the information is far more detailed than that of the Stone Gambling Workshop, and many holy land personnel remain stationed here as support.

Outside Licheng lies a mass grave, graves everywhere, crows' cries incessant, very desolate.

However, at this moment many ancient tombs have been opened; it appears most were done these past two days, all for the purpose of seeking the Nine Secrets.

The allure of the Nine Secrets is immense; once they emerge, all forces of the Eastern Wasteland cannot remain indifferent, even the Yao Chi, which dislikes involvement in disputes, has sent people.

Yang Zhu stood in midair; below, opened ancient tombs lay everywhere, their entrances too many to count.

Although he had not cultivated the Source Heaven Scripture, he was innately gifted; for him, surveying the terrain was more than adequate.

Although he could not find the correct entrance, he could screen out the few most promising.

'Who are you, why are you still loitering here, are you up to no good?'

Just as he was pondering, a voice interrupted him; several men with fierce auras flew toward him quickly, their appearance hostile.

(End of chapter)