Chapter 90: Wushi Killing Formation

Yang Zhu gradually became illusory, his whole body seeming about to ascend to immortality, nearly transparent, ethereal and unworldly, drifting like an immortal.

Behind him, the traces of the Great Dao evolved, forming a profound Dao diagram, as if he had arrived at the moment heaven and earth were first opened, with chaotic mist swirling, evolving all things in the universe.

"This is a Great Emperor formation pattern; he can not only comprehend it…… but also modify it?!"

Ye Fan's mouth went dry; the profound formation pattern that even a Saint could not comprehend, in Yang Zhu's hand seemed to come alive, changing with his movements.

"Is Yang Zhu still human? He's practically…… a monster reborn!"

Li Heishui's scalp went numb, realizing he could not find words to describe Yang Zhu.

The Big Black Dog and Lao Fengzi said nothing, their eyes unblinking, watching Yang Zhu's evolving technique.

Although Yang Zhu's movements appeared slow, every gesture stirred the order of the Great Dao; the power of law surged like a tsunami, endless and immeasurably profound and mysterious.

Swish! Yang Zhu flicked his embroidered robe, throwing out several pieces of divine source, each piece being top-quality exotic source, and enormous—each taller than a person.

"Damn it, is there any justice left!"

Tu Fei and the others' eyes were about to pop out; just taking out one piece of these divine sources would be worth a hundred million catties of source, and even those immortal forces could not produce such a hand! If placed outside, a piece the size of a human head could spark a war in the Eastern Wasteland, any faction would move to seize it, but here……

Simply extravagant to the point of inhumanity! Yang Zhu slapped out a palm, all the divine sources flew up, falling into the formation pattern in an orderly manner, then vanished in a flash, as if absorbed.

"This can at least last a hundred thousand years."

Even after endless ages, the Wushi formation pattern is hard to wear away; by doing this, Yang Zhu can keep the pattern in peak condition, not deteriorating for at least a hundred thousand years!

Thus the Dao markings gradually dimmed, retreating into secrecy, yet everyone could clearly feel that the formation pattern had become more terrifying than before.

"Let's go, stay close to me."

After saying that, Yang Zhu took the lead toward the depths, unlike the Black Dog who tread carefully; he strode forward almost at a run, moving extremely fast.

"Be careful, no matter how he walks he'll be fine, but if we deviate even a thread, we could face eternal doom."

The Black Dog reminded, then led the way, each step landing exactly where Yang Zhu had placed, daring not to deviate the slightest.

Ye Fan and Li Heishui stared at each other, still not recovered from the shock.

Why can Yang Zhu comprehend the Wushi Killing Formation? He seems quite familiar with it, that would be understandable, but why can he also modify it? "Heavenly pride is merely seeing my threshold……"

Ye Fan muttered to himself; now recalling those words, he only felt a suffocating pressure, like an uncrossable chasm.

"Don't take the wrong path."

After Lao Fengzi gave a reminder, he also followed; although he was a Saint, merely triggering the Great Emperor formation pattern would otherwise mean death and the vanishing of the Dao in the blink of an eye.

Everyone followed Yang Zhu's steps, safely passing through the Wushi formation pattern; at last they made it through unscathed, far more reliable than the Black Dog.

They ascended the first mountain; what met their eyes was an endless black massif, each peak immensely majestic and broad, as if without end.

Whooo! A black gust blew in, icy and bone-chilling, uprooting countless ancient trees by the roots.

Again, that humanoid creature flashed before their eyes, emitting a laugh like a ten-thousand-year-old vengeful ghost, making their flesh creep.

The Black Dog's fur stood on end instantly; Ye Fan, Tu Fei and the others shivered, their legs went weak, and they could not help but collapse.

"You dare to work mischief?" Yang Zhu gave a soft shout, slashed his finger, carving a black hole in the void before him, and flashed inside.

Boom! Not long after, the Black Dog felt the distant mountain peak tremble, actually cracking with horrifying fissures, accompanied by a wail of a vengeful ghost, utterly mournful and piercing.

Merely hearing it from afar, several people felt as if a great hand had clamped their throats, involuntarily holding their breath; the cold dampened their clothes without direct contact.

"Black Emperor, has he always been this dominant?"

Li Heishui asked tremblingly, the fame of the fallen Holy Body thundered in his ears, yet he never imagined it would be this strong.

In this Holy Cliff, this ill-omened land, not even ancient Saints would dare act thus, pursuing at the slightest disagreement.

"As long as he wishes, nothing in this world can stop him."

The Black Dog muttered, as an Imperial Son, the Wushi Great Emperor guaranteed to leave him countless trump cards; even without saying more, just speaking of the Wushi Bell, no one could kill Yang Zhu.

The Wushi Bell is no ordinary imperial weapon; it has long possessed its own consciousness, for tens of thousands of years remaining in an activated state, constantly monitoring any disturbance in Purple Mountain.

Want to kill Yang Zhu? The Wushi Bell, even across a universe, could slay you; below the level of Emperor, almost no one could survive its full-powered strike.

Moreover, the Wushi Great Emperor is still alive, only the world is unaware of it.

Although he cannot appear in person, after employing forbidden means, slapping through the barrier of two worlds is no problem.

Who could withstand a palm from the Wushi Great Emperor without turning to ash? Half an incense stick later, a black hole appeared in the void, Yang Zhu walked out of it, still unstained by dust, unchanged except for a hint more killing intent.

Ye Fan and the others did not know what had happened, but from the earlier commotion, a fierce battle must have erupted.

"Settled, let's go."

As they entered a valley, a tall mountain peak blocked the way, like a wall reaching the sky, endless, lying across there.

On this Black Mountain, there are many ancient caves spewing flames outward; even from far away it is unbearable.

"The true solar fire here, just as the Wushi Great Emperor said, will not extinguish but only grow more vigorous." The Black Dog muttered.

"What…… true solar fire? That is one of the most terrifying existences in the world." Li Heishui exclaimed.

Gua-gua-gua! A sudden piercing cry rang out; from each ancient cave rushed out one black fire crow after another, carrying blazing flames as they flew.

"Damn, there are literally millions of them!"

Tu Fei exclaimed in shock, the fire crows swarmed thickly, covering the sky and earth, even the heavens were obscured.

Countless fire crows carrying blazing flames swooped down on them, the terrifying heat melting the massive peaks.

Boom! Lao Fengzi acted; his body erupted with a terrifying aura, like an immortal god-demon, his thick black hair flying.

Within a ten-zhang radius of him, all laws were obscured, like a piece of divine soil; neither fire crows nor true fire could approach! Several hearts pounded; without a Saint present, they might have been reduced to ashes under the fire crows' assault.

This is, the ancient cave at the center of the black mountain opened a pair of golden eyes, coldly staring at everyone.

"Could it really have given birth to a supreme living being?"

That is a supreme existence, its golden eyes revealing endless killing intent, as if looking down on ants; even the Black Dog could not help trembling.

(End of chapter)