Chapter 558: The Trial of God King Yuheng

Bai Lanjun and Fu Mengzhen—Zhao Xing certainly remembered the names of these two people.

Back in the White Bone God Domain, he had encountered Bai Lanjun first, and in the end, it was by relying on his Fire Pond that he escaped the pursuit of the Dan Ye Free God.

As for Fu Mengzhen, he had been fighting for the finger bone of the Xue Rui Free God in the Nine Yin River when he was controlled by Wei Tianchen using the Dao Heart Bewitching God Drug; later, he had also fled alongside him.

But how could these two people appear in the current Profound Yellow World?

Logically speaking, the eras where the Places of Fengshan were located were far apart. Based on his experience with space-time travel, there were many artificial time barriers among the three eras: the Five Emperors Era, the Spirit Domain Era, and the Desolate Domain Era.

Once a certain point in time was reached, time would not continue to flow forward, and might even fold back, just like the experience of the Penglai God General.

"What exactly is going on with Fu Mengzhen and Bai Lanjun? If they are in the current Profound Yellow World, then where is Bamboo Sword?" Zhao Xing was completely baffled, yet he did not agree immediately.

Bai Lanjun was one thing, but it was hard to say whether Fu Mengzhen was a friend or a foe.

"Great Minister of Agriculture, do you really know these two?" Ji Si asked, puzzled.

"I do." Zhao Xing nodded. "However, I am currently only in the form of a Book Puppet, so it is inconvenient for me to go in and see them."

He was afraid of falling into another closed-loop event. Moreover, the Profound Yellow World was originally sealed; even bringing Old Wang out had required the permission of the Moon God Palace Master.

Bringing out two more people whose status was unclear—Zhao Xing knew it was impossible just by thinking about it.

"Ji Si, where is the Black and White Palace Master?"

"He is right here in the Eight Directions God Mirror."

"Release him quickly," Zhao Xing said. "Hand him over to the Palace Master. And you must not let anyone know that I have been back."

"I understand." Ji Si nodded.

This time, Zhao Xing had descended with his True Spirit via a spell cast by the Moon God Palace Master. Meeting with Ji Si and explaining the situation was already the limit; it was impossible to let more people know.

"Ji Si, find a way to appease the Great Zhou," Zhao Xing said. "Wait for me to return after becoming a god."

"As for the fact that you captured the Black and White Palace Master, the Palace Master will handle the aftermath—"

After giving his instructions, Zhao Xing left the mirror and returned to the presence of the Moon God Palace Master.

"Palace Master, please forgive Ji Si's rashness."

"Rest assured, the Profound Spirit History Book will conceal what happened during this period. Even the Black and White God General will not discover that he was captured once."

The Moon God Palace Master reached out and beckoned, and the unconscious Black and White Palace Master returned to the Black and White Palace.

Subsequently, the Great Zhou's forces retreated rapidly, all returning to their ships.

Except for the addition of Wang Tianzhi on the ship, there was no difference from before they arrived.

Everyone, except for Ji Si, had never seen Zhao Xing, nor did they know what had happened.

Zhao Xing left the Great Zhou side to Ji Si, the Fate Master, to handle. He looked at the Great Zhou's ships from afar; he also very much wanted to go back and take a look, but he could not do so now.

"Go!"

The Moon God Palace Master tapped lightly. Zhao Xing felt his vision go black; his True Spirit exited the Book Puppet's body and entered the black channel again, traversing continuously.

When the vision before his eyes became clear, he found that he had returned to his body deep underground in the Desolate Star Land.

"Did I really go back?" Zhao Xing felt a bit dazed; everything just now felt like a dream.

He looked at an hourglass in the underground space; the sun in the upper half had moved to the middle track, indicating that fifty-three years had passed.

"Fifty-three years in such a short while?" Zhao Xing clicked his tongue secretly. "It seems that even for the Moon God Palace Master, using such a smuggling method cannot accurately send me back to the initial point in time."

"That is to say, fifty-three years have passed since I parted ways with Qing Yuzi. At this time, Old Qing should be in the internal world of God King Yuheng."

"I just don't know if the closed loop has been completed."

Zhao Xing pointed his five fingers toward the sky and began to practice the Ming Li Shadowless Method. If the closed loop was completed, then his Ming Li Shadowless Method should be able to enter the second level: Gathering Shadows into Seals.

"Yu~"

The black shadow squirmed like liquid, condensing under his feet. Zhao Xing flipped his hand and grabbed downward.

The black liquid rose rapidly, condensing into a black seal in his palm.

Ming Li Seal!

"Causality, space-time, fate—a spell created by Emperor Li based on these three Great Daos."

"Whoever this black seal hits, their God Concealment will drop a level."

Zhao Xing looked at the pitch-black seal; inside, there seemed to be dots, lines, and light swimming, with a black halo appearing and disappearing, looking very mysterious. "Since I have already cultivated the Ming Li Law Seal, it seems the loop is closed."

"However, I still have to go to God King Yuheng's internal world to check the situation before I can return to God Machine City."

The Boundless True God had told him not to worry about whether Qing Yuzi lived or died, and to return once the loop was closed.

But Zhao Xing could not just ignore it. Besides, this was also one of the requirements of God King Zhangyue. God King Yuheng had left behind a legacy in his internal world; assuming he didn't even go, that would be a violation of his causal heart oath.

"Spatial Earth Passage Method, speed!"

Zhao Xing pointed a finger, and the soil deep underground squirmed. Five earth veins were hooked out by Zhao Xing, intertwining with each other to form a spatial passage.

The other end of the passage was Flowing Void Stream, the miniature star land where he and Qing Yuzi had lived.

As long as there was earth in the places he had been, he could return using the Spatial Earth Passage Method within the Space-Time Earth Passage Method.

However, these two spells had to satisfy two conditions: first, he had been there before; second, there was earth.

"Yu~"

A moment later, Zhao Xing returned to Flowing Void Stream. In the distance, there was still green mist and the God King's remains.

"The green mist looks like strips; it couldn't be that God King Yuheng's corpse has gone moldy, could it?" Zhao Xing thought to himself, approaching very slowly.

Since Old Qing had encountered danger, he might also encounter it, so Zhao Xing was extremely cautious along the way.

With every step he took, he used the Ming Li Shadowless Method to collect his shadow and erase his traces. In this way, he was effectively non-existent to this area, and even if there were any dangers, they would be difficult to trigger.

"The mist blocks detection spells; I can't see anything beyond about ten thousand meters. It's truly terrifying," Zhao Xing thought to himself.

God-level spiritual sense could easily cover the entire area of a super-first-class star system and, incidentally, roughly scan billions of world stars; the range was quite vast.

But now, scanning less than ten thousand meters was no different from being blind for the God Realm.

Zhao Xing stepped on clouds, surrounded by whirlwinds, flying extremely slowly.

The Golden Cicada True Form was activated at any time; once something invaded his body, he would cut it off immediately.

He clutched the Book of Elixirs in his right hand, pinched a law seal with his left, and had a golden dangling hairpin stuck in his hair—a full combat posture.

"Swish swish~"

The mist was hazy, and Zhao Xing's perception was quickly compressed to under a thousand meters.

The performance of the Space-Time Grain Rain Robe was also gradually decreasing; only the golden dangling hairpin on his head could emit a little bit of golden light, guiding Zhao Xing to continue moving forward.

After flying slowly like this for more than two months, the mist suddenly thinned, and a purple-blue curved surface appeared before his eyes.

"World wall? I should have arrived at the place," Zhao Xing thought to himself.

God King Yuheng actually no longer had a physical body; the so-called massive corpse was actually just a shadow of time fixed by God King Zhangyue's reality spell.

Only the world core still existed, and the internal world was still real.

If it weren't for the golden dangling hairpin, he wouldn't even be able to pass the mist barrier and would fall into the trap set by Zhangyue and the God Kings she had invited.

"Usually, once a Self-School Minister of Agriculture dies, the world core also loses its activity, and the internal world loses its support and will quickly explode and dissipate. That is the reason why killing a Self-School Minister of Agriculture usually results in 'exploding equipment'."

"However, God King Yuheng's internal world is still so complete?" Zhao Xing looked at the world wall in front of him; the deep blue world wall looked very perfect and full of divine charm.

"Swish swish swish~"

Zhao Xing's flight speed increased. Even though he saw the world wall, it took him another full half-year to actually reach it.

At this time, he finally discovered the imperfections of the world wall, seeing many purple-black cracks appearing on it.

The cracks crisscrossed, as if a flawless porcelain bowl had developed burn cracks.

It also looked somewhat like a patient who had haphazardly applied bandages to a wound.

"I wonder what God King Yuheng was injured by." Zhao Xing looked at the terrifying cracks, feeling suspicious and uneasy.

It was clear that God King Yuheng had died accidentally.

The memoirs had mentioned that Zhangyue's lifespan was originally much shorter than Yuheng's because she was restricted by the Yellow Extinction World.

God King Yuheng, on the other hand, could still live for a very, very long time. Normally speaking, he would only die when the universe entered the extinction period; he was almost immortal.

But in the end, God King Yuheng died accidentally before God King Zhangyue.

"Whoo whoo whoo"

The cold wind whistled, snowflakes drifted, and it was a scene of ice and snow.

Zhao Xing appeared out of thin air. With a sweep of his gaze, he saw a thatched hut in the distance. Inside the hut, a red-haired man was sitting cross-legged. In front of him were wine pots and a small stove warming the wine. Beside the table lay an ordinary wooden sword.

"Hmm?" Zhao Xing could sense that this person's aura was very deep; he should be at the mid-stage God General level.

But upon closer inspection, he found that the panel did not read out any information, so this person was not a real living being.

Could it be a puppet?

The red-haired man stood up, his gaze falling on the golden dangling hairpin on Zhao Xing's head, and he smiled.

"After so long, someone has finally entered the Master's world again."

"My name is Number Thirteen, a mechanical puppet left behind by the Master," the red-haired man introduced himself.

"I am responsible for guarding this snowy field."

"Take one sword strike from me, and you can continue forward."

"Otherwise, go back where you came from."

"I will give you a quarter of an hour to prepare."

Zhao Xing nodded, put away the Book of Elixirs, and five spirit beads floated out from his body.

Thinking about it, he still felt it wasn't safe, so he immediately summoned the Void-type unit 【Divine Fire Void】 from his internal world.

"Dual-school cultivation, not bad." Number Thirteen nodded in appreciation, while the wooden sword floated into his hand.

"However, I must warn you: if you cannot withstand this sword strike, the golden dangling hairpin on your head will be snatched away by me, and you will also forget all your memories from the last five thousand years."

"Forget?" Zhao Xing pondered in his heart, then immediately stomped his foot fiercely.

The ice and snow shattered, and the broken glaciers were lifted up like a seesaw, quickly forming an underground palace.

Ice Heart Underground Palace Method.

This spell of the Earth-Benefit School had no other function but to assist the Minister of Agriculture in strengthening their True Spirit will, allowing them to maintain the maximum degree of clarity.

A quarter of an hour later, Number Thirteen struck as promised.

"Shoo."

The wooden sword slashed, and not a single anomaly occurred; even the snowflakes drifting nearby were not affected in the slightest.

Number Thirteen was like a mortal, casually swinging a sword; there was no sword light, no sword energy, and it didn't even trigger the Origin Dao.

Yet Zhao Xing felt as if he were facing a formidable enemy, because he couldn't see the power of this sword strike, but his heart tightened rapidly.

It wasn't that the greater the movement of a strike, the stronger the strength; the higher the realm, the less power would leak, and one couldn't even see how the attack was launched.

Such sword moves were also very difficult to defend against.

Zhao Xing's first thought was Heart Sword Art, and he immediately strengthened his mental defense.

Sure enough, after the wooden sword slashed past, a virtual sword appeared abruptly in his Life Palace.

And after appearing, it transformed into countless swords.

The Heart Swords formed a world of swords, strangling the thoughts generated within Zhao Xing's Life Palace.

Just as Number Thirteen had said, if Zhao Xing couldn't withstand it, his memories would cease to exist, because the Heart Swords were strangling his memories.

A portion of the thoughts within the Life Palace were fixed; it was the partition of memory, the essence of a person being able to recall the past.

If they disappeared, then he would not remember what had happened in the past.

Zhao Xing immediately cast the Heart Field Method, and at the same time, the entire Life Palace world began to distort significantly.

"Shoo shoo shoo~"

Thousands of Heart Swords launched their first attack, but they did not achieve the expected effect.

Because Zhao Xing had used a soul secret technique to distort the various partitions of his Life Palace.

The area representing memory was instantly moved to another location, and the Heart Swords only pierced and extinguished a small amount of distracting thoughts.

During the three thousand years spent in God Machine City, Zhao Xing had naturally also put effort into soul secret techniques and mental will.

Dealing with the Back-Wind God General's long spear thunder evil—if his mind and soul were slightly weaker, he wouldn't even be able to launch his moves.

What he had just cast was a soul secret technique created by the Boundless True God himself, named "Seven Luminaries Boundless Heaven."

If not for his True Spirit having passed eighteen tribulations and receiving the blessing of the Ancestral Imperial Dynasty, making it equal to the level of his spiritual sense, it would be impossible for a demigod to learn "Seven Luminaries Boundless Heaven."

Because this was the core soul secret technique for the Boundless True God to control his many divine power incarnations across endless space-time.

Zhao Xing had spent three thousand years in God Machine City and had only barely learned the first level: "Mysterious Fetus Life Palace."

Mysterious Fetus Life Palace, Three Souls Fighting and Turning.

The first level allowed the soul to control its own Life Palace.

There were multiple areas within the Life Palace, such as the True Spirit Nourishing Palace, where the True Spirit was fixed and nourished to grow stronger.

The Incense Spiritual Sense Palace, specifically for receiving incense prayers from believers.

The God Memory Palace, specifically for storing memories.

If the Life Palace were viewed as a city, then normally speaking, the layout of the city was fixed and couldn't be moved just because one wanted to.

But the first level, Mysterious Fetus Life Palace, had this characteristic of being able to move instantly.

This method was like a mortal being stabbed in the left chest, but their heart could instantly move to the side, avoiding being hit in a vital spot.

"A very profound secret technique, actually able to change the position of the Life Palace." Number Thirteen was somewhat surprised. "However, just hiding is useless. My sword strike has immense power; it will continue to hunt down your memories of the last five thousand years."

"If there is no resistance, it can exist in your Life Palace for at least a hundred or eighty years."

Zhao Xing also discovered that these sword lights had very low consumption; after attacking once, the loss was almost negligible.

If he didn't find a way to expel or withstand them, they would really persist for a hundred or eighty years.

"Long defense leads to loss; I really can't keep hiding."

Within the Life Palace, the True Spirit fetus being nourished immediately opened its eyes: "Mysterious thoughts as soldiers, True Spirit as general, kill!"

The first level of "Seven Luminaries Boundless Heaven," Mysterious Fetus Life Palace, was not without any means of attack.

At this moment, the entire Life Palace lit up, and a battlefield appeared out of thin air.

Zhao Xing's True Spirit emitted a large number of thoughts; these thoughts turned into individual soldiers, all in Zhao Xing's image, charging toward that ocean of swords.

"!"

A wooden sword pierced through hundreds of "Zhao Xings," and the thoughts quickly exploded.

But immediately, Zhao Xing generated new "spiritual thoughts," which turned into divine soldiers and charged over.

"Clang!"

After destroying thousands of Zhao Xing's thought soldiers, the first wooden sword broke.

"Killing a thousand enemies only costs one wooden sword?"

"Number Thirteen's sword strike is truly terrifyingly strong."

Zhao Xing had also seen many sword-dao powerhouses; for example, Bamboo Sword Venerable was also skilled in Heart Sword Art, but Number Thirteen's sword art was clearly different from Bamboo Sword's school.

Bamboo Sword's Heart Sword Art was very singular and pure, while the Heart Sword presented by Number Thirteen encompassed everything.

Violent, gentle, eerie, fiery—

The cold sword could suddenly transform into a heart-fire sword, and the open and close charge could suddenly turn into an ethereal and eerie sword, making it very difficult for Zhao Xing to defend.

He lost thousands of thoughts just to consume one sword, proving that the power he exerted was at least a thousand times different compared to Number Thirteen.

"In terms of secret techniques, what the Boundless True God gave me is definitely good stuff; the main issue is the gap in realm and my lack of thorough research into the secret technique, which leads to such a large gap," Zhao Xing thought to himself.

"If I knew the second level and could condense the Divine Spirit Pointing Platform, it would be easier to deal with."

The True Spirit Mysterious Fetus was hiding in the nourishing area and couldn't face the enemy personally, so his spiritual thoughts could only exert soldier-level strength.

If he reached the second level, a single thought would possess the soul power of a God General.

But while the Boundless True God could do it, it was very difficult for him to reach the second level.

Zhao Xing estimated that he could only cast this move after becoming a true God Realm expert.

Relying on the Ancestral Imperial Dynasty was equivalent to eating a divine power minimum subsistence allowance; the foundation was only at the lowest standard, making it difficult to master such a powerful method, as this was created by the Boundless True God based on his True God foundation.

IIII

Unknowingly, the battle between Zhao Xing and Number Thirteen had lasted for over two years.

Outside, the wind was light and the clouds were calm, and both of them were standing still, but inside the Life Palace, it was a tragic battlefield.

However, after fighting for two and a half years, Zhao Xing increasingly showed a suppressive advantage.

Because his thoughts could be endless, as long as he defended against being pierced in the memory palace.

Number Thirteen only launched one sword strike; no matter how strong this sword strike was, its power was limited and could not be endless.

And as more and more wooden swords were destroyed, the second half would naturally present a one-sided situation.

Three years and eight months.

"Whoo~"

Zhao Xing in the ice and snow underground palace knelt on the ground, drenched in sweat.

He had completely destroyed the wooden swords in his sea of consciousness.

Raising his head, Number Thirteen had arrived in front of him at some point and handed over the warmed wine.

"Gulp," Zhao Xing drank it in one go and immediately felt his soul become much more comfortable.

"Not bad, you have passed my trial," Number Thirteen smiled. "However, I think it will be very difficult for you to pass the subsequent trials."