Chapter 78

"Holy Body Dao Embryo……no one can rival it!"

Those who came to the ancient tomb were the young prodigies of the major sects; originally they each had their own Dao, and they were extremely confident.

Only when they faced Yang Zhu did they truly understand what "wandering and seeing the blue sky" meant; Yang Zhu was like an uncrossable chasm, making them look up in awe, their Dao hearts shattered.

"Truly unfortunate, to be born in the same era as such a person."

The prodigies of the Great Expansion, Purple Mansion, and Jiang families, after a moment of sighing, followed the elders and quickly left this place, knowing that the ancient tomb expedition had nothing more to do with them.

"This child's birth is destined to overwhelm the present age, bringing the golden great era to an end."

The Peacock King left these words, and in the blink of an eye he vanished without a trace.

His far-sighted vision allowed him to clearly see the facts, know when to take or let go, understand advance and retreat, which is why Nan Gongzheng has never been his match.

Under Yang Zhu's control, divine power washed over this yin land; the yin troops, before him, had no power to resist, being refined in swaths.

The yin troops scattered and fled in all directions, but could Yang Zhu allow that? The dao patterns trembled, and chaotic energy poured down layer after layer of restrictions, sealing the entire ancient tomb; all the yin spirits were trapped here, awaiting only death.

Facing the holy land's disciples, they would still fight with all their might until they were all slain.

Yet before that sacred golden divine power, they felt a fear rising from deep within, to the point that even the thought of resistance could not arise.

Rolling yin qi was refined into pure spiritual qi; the dao patterns flickered, like a great vortex, absorbing and refining it all.

Buried underground for tens of thousands of years, the accumulated resentment is unimaginable; to outsiders it is a heaven‑rising evil, but in Yang Zhu's eyes it is an inexhaustible source of spiritual qi.

This ancient tomb is vast, too large to be refined quickly, but Yang Zhu is not in a hurry; the refinement process is also a process of improvement, and he seizes this opportunity to break through.

Starting today, after a month's time, the renown of the Holy Body Dao Embryo will surely spread throughout the Eastern Wasteland once again.

"Holy Body Dao Embryo, with a raise of the hand, can suppress the experts of the Four Extremes Secret Realm; a single palm smashes them to pieces!"

"You haven't seen that scene—chaotic qi fills heaven and earth; a mere elder of my sect, just touching it by accident, was instantly ground into minced meat."

"By refining a ten‑thousand‑year‑old tomb with one's own power, the Holy Body Dao Embryo is indeed formidable; in this age it has no rival!"

When the news spread, the Eastern Wasteland trembled like a great earthquake, violently boiling; all who heard of the Holy Body Dao Embryo's renown were shocked.

"The Yaoguang Holy Son was suppressed? Who dares so boldly?"

Later, the news that Ye Fan had suppressed Yaoguang and others also spread; everyone who heard it found it unbelievable and praised his conduct.

All were attacks on the holy land's people; Yang Zhu remained unharmed both times, yet that very day the Yaoguang Holy Land issued another kill order, vowing to capture the ancient holy body.

Upon hearing the news, the Golden Peng clan's Great Peng King's grandfather emerged from seclusion that day, declaring he would suppress and kill Ye Fan.

When the news of the Mother Qi Cauldron of All Things emerged, it drew countless experts, salivating and eyeing it covetously.

During this period the Eastern Wasteland was in an uproar over the tomb expedition; many prodigies emerged from the tomb, heavily struck, their Dao hearts momentarily dim.

Yang Zhu's strength was now beyond their reach; some were unwilling, and thereafter they cultivated with ever greater desperation.

……

Yang Zhu sat in the void, each strand of his hair crystal clear, his whole body seeming to glow, extraordinarily holy and transcendent.

After three days, Yang Zhu completely refined this place; the original demonic soil was transformed into a patch of pure land.

The yin qi dissipated, the Yellow Spring water was cut off, leaving no trace; the once death‑filled ancient tomb now held not a trace of resentment, instead everywhere grew strange flowers and exotic herbs, adding a touch of vitality.

He seized the opportunity to break through the fourth layer of the Dao Palace in one go, forming a fourth deity! Before him rose jeweled towers and jade halls, golden and splendid, like a celestial palace—this was his father's sleeping quarters; he decided not to take it away, choosing to leave it as a retreat.

"Then let's seal this place."

Before leaving, Yang Zhu flung out four pieces of ancient jade; a restriction rose, which none but he could open.

He left behind several stalks of the Medicine King and various spiritual herbs, planting them here; in no time they would release more vitality, turning this side into a divine land. After departing the ancient tomb, Yang Zhu, as previously arranged, headed for a small town near the Azure Flood Minor World.

In a teahouse, as soon as Yang Zhu arrived he saw the Black Emperor, the size of a shiba‑in, together with three others.

Although they had changed their appearances and altered their auras, Yang Zhu still recognized Ye Fan and Tu Fei, as well as a person he had never met before.

"Brother Yang, you've come."

Ye Fan and the others sprang to their feet at once and came forward courteously to greet him.

"Jiang Huairen."

That man introduced himself first; like Tu Fei, he is a descendant of the Thirteen Bandits, the grandson of the ninth bandit, Jiang Yi.

He was originally a generous and upright man, who ought to fear nothing in any situation, yet when facing Yang Zhu he was clearly somewhat restrained.

No wonder, for Yang Zhu's strength is too great; the higher his realm, the more profoundly he feels it, so he naturally dare not be lax.

"Yang Zhu."

After the mutual introductions, Yang Zhu took his seat and sipped a cup of tea.

"Your Majesty, following your instructions, I have traced Hua Yunfei's whereabouts; he is currently staying in the Holy City."

The Black Emperor reported, informing Yang Zhu of all the intelligence gathered these days.

"Why are you looking for Hua Yunfei? This person hides very deeply; do not underestimate him."

Ye Fan asked; he had a deep impression of this person, fully aware that he was not simple, and had always been on guard against him.

"You'll know when you get there."

Yang Zhu knew this matter was hard to explain; only by meeting the person himself could he make it clear.

"I just happened to want to take a stroll in the Holy City."

Tu Fei clenched his fists, eager beyond restraint.

The big black dog, however, gave a cold snort, his face devoid of expression: "What use are you? At most you'll just drag us back."

"You dead dog, how dare you speak like that? My lord's talent, however you put it, far surpasses ordinary people."

Tu Fei felt eight parts indignant, nine parts dissatisfied, thinking that if he couldn't match Yang Zhu he might as well give up; what could he do against ordinary characters?

The group headed north all the way to the Holy City; fortunately, the big black dog's formation patterns helped, saving them considerable time.

The Holy City is undoubtedly the center of the Northern Domain; on this land it is as famous as the Primordial Ancient Mine, and it is truly the divine land of the Northern Domain.

The Holy City lies within a vast oasis, spanning over ten thousand li in radius, its vegetation lush, spiritual qi misty, forming a stark contrast with the reddish earth.

The Holy City resembles a coiled azure dragon, majestic and expansive; its walls tower into the clouds, no disturbance visible, flashing with a golden cold light, giving a sense of mighty oppression.

The Holy City is also called the Divine City; how long it has existed cannot be ascertained, but it seems traceable back to before the primeval ages.

Inside the city, it is splendid and magnificent, extremely prosperous.

These expansive jade towers and jeweled pavilions feature the Holy Lord's Tower, the Stone Gambling Workshop, and the Demon King Pavilion—everything one could wish for, the utmost in luxury; to call it a paradise on earth would not be an exaggeration.

The city sees a constant flow of people, with ordinary folk mixed in, but cultivators are far more numerous.

Here, important figures are everywhere; encountering a Holy Son of the Holy Land or a Great Sect Elder is not unusual, and the next person you meet might well be one of them.

(End of chapter)