Chapter 95

In the Dao Palace Secret Realm, Yang Zhu could suppress Four Extremes cultivators with a mere raise of his hand; now he can overthrow Dragon Transformation experts!

Over the past month and a half, Yang Zhu, while refining his killing intent, has also mastered all the secret techniques inherited from the Heavenly Court.

With the Walking Character Secret, he can come and go without trace; his strike unleashes endless lethal qi, killing invisibly.

Although his strength would disdain such tactics, ambushing from behind isn't bad! With a wave of his hand, Yang Zhu draped a black robe over himself; his original white clothes gradually faded until they vanished completely.

The black robe's aura flared, revealing the Great Emperor's Dao patterns—dense and numerous, flashing as if alive—then all were concealed, returning to normal.

Personally refined by his father, it is of great use to him.

Upon entering the Four Extremes Secret Realm, Yang Zhu becomes the embodiment of the Dao; every gesture stirs the order of laws, and under normal circumstances the void resonates wherever he goes.

With the black robe, he can not only restrain all Dao patterns but also activate them more perfectly when needed! Inside the stone coffin, the killing intent has been nearly refined away, leaving only a pool of blood with a pungent bloody smell.

Yang Zhu raised his hand to close the coffin lid; the Three Divisions of the Gods' List, myriad thoughts pressing down, were repressed anew.

"The Undying Daoist… still needs a period of time to be completely eradicated."

He stood at the edge of the Holy Cliff, gazing at countless black great peaks, his eyes unusually resolute.

A scorching golden great road extended from beneath his feet, slicing through the air above the Holy Cliff, leading straight to an oasis a thousand li away.

This road was too brilliant, like the fallen Milky Way condensed beneath his feet, its whole body radiating divine splendor, with endless immortal light overflowing.

Yang Zhu rode the divine rainbow, took a step, the stars shifted, and in an instant arrived at that oasis.

A Dao diagram appeared before him; Yang Zhu fiddled with it casually, and the next moment he vanished from the spot, returning to

the interior of Purple Mountain.

Though attacked several times by major forces, Purple Mountain still stood here, as if eternally existing, unchanging.

At this moment, the nine dragon veins became much livelier; some ancient creatures had been awakened, emitting a terrifying aura.

When Yang Zhu returned to Purple Mountain, all restless breaths became concealed and lay dormant.

He was like a deity, his divine might overwhelming the world; wherever he went, no ancient creature dared to move, fleeing to dark places to hide.

"Imperial Son!"

In the vast hall, Gu Tianshu happened to be there; seeing Yang Zhu, he was greatly excited.

Afterwards he detailed what had happened these past days; after listening, Yang Zhu showed little reaction.

"Let them keep attacking; nothing here can they take away."

Having said that, Yang Zhu stepped onto the Dao platform surging with chaotic qi, and only after half an hour did he descend.

"Imperial Son, I hope to follow your steps, with no regrets even unto death!"

As Yang Zhu was leaving, Gu Tianshu performed a great salute, his black eyes extremely firm, his tone earnest.

Although Yang Zhu's cultivation was temporarily inferior to his, Gu Tianshu knew that with Yang Zhu's talent, Dao nature, and background, becoming an emperor was merely a matter of time.

It could take several hundred years, or as little as two or three hundred, and might even surpass his father.

Since the Wushi Great Emperor is trapped in a strange world, being able to follow the Imperial Son's side is also a choice.

Moreover, Gu Tianshu faintly foresaw the future: myriad races will emerge, and when humanity becomes towering and within reach, an Imperial Son‑level figure will be needed to step forward and stem the tide.

Facing many powerful foes, it is likely that an ancient prince will also be born; even an ordinary Imperial Son would be hard to contend with. But if it is the Imperial Son of the Wushi Great Emperor, there would be no doubt, and he could overwhelm the present age, beating the ancient clans until they cannot lift their heads.

Such a feat just thinking about it makes one's blood boil; it would reenact the Wushi Great Emperor of old, his divine might overwhelming the world, his qi penetrating past and present, with no one able to oppose him!

Yang Zhu heard the words, turned his head to glance at him, only after a long while did he nod, briefly gave some instructions, then departed.

Having hurried out just a few dozen li, Yang Zhu saw a sneaky figure loitering near Purple Mountain, constantly looking around.

"Daoist, what do you mean by this?" Yang Zhu appeared silently behind the plump Daoist, lightly tapping his shoulder.

"Damn! I ran into a ghost……" Duan De started with a huge jump, leaping several meters high; only after he saw who it was did he sigh in relief: "Oh, it's Brother Yang, you scared the living daylights out of me……"

"Priest Duan, you're quite skilled; I don't know what brings you here this time?" Yang Zhu teased.

He knew this guy was surely eyeing Purple Mountain; now that Purple Mountain had reappeared in the world, with Duan De's top‑tier funerary feng shui, he naturally came to "pay respects"! "You're not an outsider, and I won't hide it from you—this Purple Mountain is no ordinary place; searching all under heaven, you won't find a second such terrain……"

The two got along well; Duan De did not deliberately conceal anything, pouring out everything he knew in an endless stream.

"Daoist, you know quite a lot."

Yang Zhu marveled that Duan De really had some skill; what he had just said contained many secrets, even those immortal inheritances had never been mastered.

"That's right, and you should see who I am." Hearing this, Duan De's face flushed red, he laughed brightly, then put on a fawning expression: "How about it, want to give it a thought?"

Duan De greatly admired Yang Zhu's methods; whether in the Southern Ridges or after returning to the Eastern Wasteland, all the way he had swept aside opponents, being extremely dominant.

"I won't get involved in this."

Yang Zhu chuckled; one couldn't exactly say he came from Purple Mountain, after all, would he dig up his own home with his own hands?

"Ah… what a pity, what a pity!" Duan De sighed, deeply regretting.

"By the way, recently people from the Yin‑Yang Sect have come to the Holy City."

Duan De shifted the conversation, bringing up the Yin‑Yang Sect; his raising it now certainly had an ulterior motive.

"You didn't kill their holy son before, did you? They very likely are coming for you."

As it turned out, a few days earlier Duan De had been observing feng shui near the Holy City when he chanced upon a troop; many of them looked like elders, their strength not insignificant.

Duan De hid using secret arts; later, from their exchange, he learned they were actually targeting Yang Zhu.

The two sides had already formed a grudge when the Great Demon Yin Tomb opened; Yang Zhu had slain their holy son, equivalent to killing their future heir, this enmity can be said to be irreconcilable.

Yang Zhu has recently been in the limelight, already possessing an invincible peerless aura; this made the Yin‑Yang Sect unable to sit still, dispatching many strong members from within the sect, hoping to eliminate Yang Zhu.

Out of deference to Yaochi's deterrence, the Yin‑Yang Sect dared not bring the matter into the open, choosing to conduct it secretly in private.

"I didn't go looking for them; instead, they came to my door."

Yang Zhu's eyes turned cold; if so, then kill them all.

"Thanks for the info, Daoist; I'll take my leave now."

After expressing his thanks, Yang Zhu reminded him before leaving: "Inside Purple Mountain are sealed ancient creatures with saint‑level cultivation; you'd better watch yourself."

(End of chapter)