Chapter 93: Heavenly Court Scepter

Each of the nine secrets represents the ultimate in its field; when the nine secrets unite, one becomes invincible under heaven—a saying that has been passed down since ancient times.

For ordinary people, mastering them is no easy feat; even though Tu Fei and Li Heishui are among the heavenly gifted, despite devoting themselves fully, they only managed to memorize two or three of the dao charts.

Whether one can master them is another matter.

As an ancient sage, Lao Fengzi is beyond their comparison; his eyes are deep and profound, as if the traces of the Dao are evolving within them.

Ye Fan and the Black Emperor were not idle either; taking advantage of this opportunity, they earnestly studied all nine dao charts thoroughly, gaining considerable insight.

In less than half an incense stick's time, the dao charts faded away; how much one could remember depended entirely on personal talent.

"The nine secrets lie before us, yet they are hard to cultivate—what a pity." Li Heishui muttered.

"This emperor has a different resolve!"

The Big Black Dog got overexcited, put on a big flower-patterned underpants, then used its two legs as support and began to run wildly, swift as the wind.

"Damn, even this dead dog has learned it—could it be that my talent is worse than a dog's?" Li Heishui couldn't accept it, cursing under his breath.

"Woof! How could a black ghost's talent compare to this emperor's?"

The Black Emperor wouldn't indulge him, opening its dog mouth to deliver a vicious bite; Li Heishui grimaced in pain, just about to retaliate when the Big Black Dog dashed off several hundred meters in a flash.

"You damn dog, your bite is ruthless!"

Li Heishui looked at his thigh, mottled blue and purple, fuming and stomping his feet, yet helpless.

"Could it not be the corpse of a Great Accomplishment Holy Body inside?"

Ye Fan asked anxiously; just as Yang Zhu opened a corner of the coffin lid, a strong bloody smell surged forth, so intense it almost made him suffocate—hard to imagine what lay inside the stone coffin.

"The corpse of a Great Accomplishment Holy Body is indeed in the stone coffin, but so much time has passed that it has mutated."

Yang Zhu stepped forward, circled the stone coffin in a large loop, observing carefully.

Li Heishui felt something soft underfoot, initially thinking it was moss, but upon looking down discovered it was long green hair.

"Hiss, these… are all green hair!"

The green hair spread out from the coffin, carrying an ominous aura; Li Heishui jumped up two meters in fright, almost losing his breath.

"Damn, won't it wrap around us?" The Big Black Dog's fur also stood on end, and it kept backing away in fear.

Yang Zhu had roughly assessed the situation, gestured for everyone to retreat, then with one hand severed all the green hair and struck with his palm, instantly lifting the coffin lid.

Bang! The coffin lid hit the ground heavily; the ancient coffin shuddered violently, releasing a peerless killing intent that seemed to freeze ten thousand miles, a bone‑chilling cold invading the marrow.

Deep in the Holy Cliff, dozens of black peaks stood side by side, now all trembling as if about to split, terrifying cracks appearing, huge chunks of rubble continually rolling down.

Especially the cliff beneath their feet—if not for the formation patterns etched by the Wushi Great Emperor, it would have collapsed long ago.

The emperor's formation patterns appeared, myriad threads winding around and binding above the stone coffin.

"Everyone, retreat!"

Lao Fengzi sensed the danger, waved his arm, and a whirlwind swept up Ye Fan and the others, pulling them back several hundred meters.

Yang Zhu, however, remained fearless, stepping onto the coffin's edge in a single stride; his terrifying gaze swept the interior, and all killing intent and ominous aura instantly subsided, receding like a tide.

"Still not behaving after being sealed?"

He murmured softly; the Investiture of the Gods on the mountainside fluttered down with his words, a sheet of golden light pouring into the blood inside the coffin. Ah! Like the wail of a ten‑thousand‑year‑old ghost, vicious and hoarse, it made one's heart shudder; then a pool of black blood rose from the coffin's bottom, exuding a nauseating stench.

In the blood pool lay a corpse, clutching a golden scepter in its hand; Yang Zhu seized it at once.

"If you still won't behave, I'll scatter your bones."

As for that corpse, Yang Zhu extended a golden giant hand to lift it, then with another giant hand slammed it down hard, smashing it against the edge of the ancient coffin.

Bang! Like two pieces of metal colliding, the sound was crisp; even though the old sage had been dead for years, his corpse remained uncorrupted, and with a thud it fell back into the blood pool unchanged.

"Yang Brother… I'm begging you, please don't do this—I'm really scared."

Lao Fengzi and the others gathered around; seeing this, Li Heishui's tone was earnest, his eyes twitching uncontrollably, truly fearing something might happen—given his ability, he had no power to resist.

"This emperor is also afraid…"

The Big Black Dog didn't mock him; it too was shivering with fear, then was drawn to what Yang Zhu held in his hand.

"This seems to be the scepter of the ancient Heavenly Court; I never expected to find it here… It is a holy relic capable of unleashing endless killing intent, but only one who has reached saintly cultivation can wield it."

The Heavenly Court's supreme scepter, cold and menacing, stained with the blood of countless beings, now emitted threads of light, as if opening the gates of hell itself.

"Something is about to emerge; if you don't want to stay, leave—I'll meet it." Yang Zhu temporarily put away the Heavenly Court scepter.

"Alright, take care."

Ye Fan and the others heard this, thought for a moment, then nodded; there were no treasures left here, and whatever awaited them was only endless danger.

"Take care."

Lao Fengzi hesitated not, leading the crowd away; he had long seen Yang Zhu's extraordinariness, his myriad methods not inferior to his own, so he wasn't overly worried.

As for the Big Black Dog, it was even less worried; in its words, where in the world could Yang Zhu not go?

They followed the route they had come, slowly walking out of the Holy Cliff, each step taken with caution, not daring to be careless.

Yang Zhu did not rush, waiting a long time in place, continually gazing at the Investiture of the Gods.

"Father…"

The Investiture of the Gods sensed his call, flashing with brilliant golden light; the vast imperial might turned especially gentle, transforming into a vast golden glow that covered Yang Zhu's body.

After waiting half a day, Yang Zhu guessed that Lao Fengzi and company had mostly left, and only then returned above the stone coffin.

In this coffin, there is still something worth his effort—the corpse of a Great Accomplishment Holy Body.

A Great Accomplishment Holy Body can rival a Great Emperor; its flesh is naturally immensely strong—any holy weapon before it is trivial, easily shattered.

Yang Zhu took out a black stone pedestal—his father's bed, touched with a trace of imperial aura, sharing the same origin, which could help him advance swiftly.

Moreover, the layer of hazy mist outside Yang Zhu's body is chaotic qi; others dispersing it, anyone trying to approach would find it difficult.

The Wushi Scripture involves the time domain; its natural circulation gives rise to yin and yang, which in turn generate chaos.

The Dao Embryo Holy Body is already one of the universe's top physiques; now, having also been touched by chaos, it has become even more unfathomable.

Yang Zhu sat on the chaos stone, his breath gradually lengthening.

(End of this chapter)