Chapter 1521
Cheers cut off abruptly, hands raised high, frozen mid-air for an instant, then falling freely, scattering onto the ground.
Pupils reflecting the sky's light.
Liang Qu lay face up gazing at the sky; the heavens were a deep, blood-like red, drops of blood dripping down slowly, a motionless point emerging amid the rotation, the world turning exceptionally clear.
Blood boiled hot for a moment, gently delivering power to every corner; silently, he underwent a metamorphosis, the root sea within his body undulating and expanding.
"So this is the Ninth Rank, Heavenly Dog Eclipsing the Sun?"
Liang Qu blanked out for a moment.
He felt something flow away from the vanishing life and transfer onto him, like soaking in a hot spring, every pore opening, his whole body feeling unblocked and smooth.
He had always thought Zhang Longxiang's Owl God Seizing Food was extremely satisfying, and had envied it for a long time.
Turns out——
It really is this satisfying!?
This thing is far more useful than precious medicine.
The "Yinglong Killing Sutra" opened fully, flowing wind converging into a sea, capturing information.
Grand Void Tower, Third Rank, one at the Sixth Realm, not skilled in killing, difficult to reach Second Rank.
Every detail of the entire Grand Void Peak reflected in his mind; on every face were shock and rigidity; all Pai Xiao Xing coordinates emerged one by one, like beacons floating on a pitch-black sea; he loaded the Pot King's traversal divine ability and leapt, vanishing into the vault of heaven.
Red Spider Lilies swayed in the wind.
"Boom!"
The blood stele in the sky exploded violently, a rain of shattered stone falling!
Terror arrived belatedly, clawing its way out of the heart.
Grand Void Mountain erupted in a piercing shriek.
Sprint!
Sprint!
Sprint!
The piercing shriek vanished from his ears in an instant, as if pause had been pressed.
Liang Qu rushed with his life on the line.
The 6,200-times root sea undulated and roamed; he plunged into the blood river; the original "Water Travels a Thousand Li" thousand li, combined with Feilian, in a blink became water traveling 108,000 li!
With a single leap, he jumped to the next sect.
Left hand gripping the Five Elements Plate tight, right hand wielding Dragon Fubo, sprinting, Dragon Fubo waving, sprinting.
Liang Qu mechanically waved the mystic weapon.
No need to look, and no time to look.
He was anxious to make it to the scene!
Blade swinging down, Dragon Fubo cutting out, severing one trembling line after another, leaving behind one long narrow gorge after another.
No one could block him, no one could stop him.
One, two, three——
Severed limbs, wreckage, fresh blood——
Nether Dragons that appear only once in decades in the Yin Realm fell continuously, dying like dumplings dropped in a pot in their closed-door cultivation chambers, dying in their resting bedrooms; before death they fearfully glimpsed Dragon Fubo chopping down, memories flashing, as if they had become the mortals of yesteryear who never set foot on the cultivation path, standing beneath the dam, watching floodwaters surge to the heavens, submerging everything!
Scorching blood turned into magma, the Lower Dantian became a furnace, violently devouring everything external.
Every breath grew stronger; every swing of Dragon Fubo tempered his own body.
Ninth Rank, Heavenly Dog Eclipsing the Sun!
Liang Qu's Nether Dragon kill count was rising; Zhang Longxiang's Nether Dragon kill count was also rising.
Cloud Splendor converged, meaning double the growth; all heads, completely shared.
6,200-times root sea, temporarily surging to 6,400-times!
Crimson blood flames coiled around his body.
Heaven-shaking lion; earth-shaking pixiu.
Like a demon-subduing lord descending from heaven, truly a Tai Sui god in the mortal world.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
A crimson river spanned the center of the map, countless branches extending from both ends, like a double-ended rake.
Blood stones kept bursting open at the southeast and northwest corners, piling into conical heaps of powder on the ground; it was as if an invisible monster on the map was swimming upstream, rapidly devouring blood stones, approaching the river's main trunk!
"Three people, four people?" Fei Taiyu's pupils trembled, tracking continuously.
"No, only two people! They're too fast!" Wu Lingxu shouted sharply, "One of them is heading for Baoling Mountain!"
"Bold! Intercept them right there!"
Fei Taiyu was furious beyond control.
Mere Nether Dragons, they really think they can act with impunity?
These people really think the Third Will is the same as the previous Fourth and Fifth Wills!?
That is a world of difference!
"Summon Immortal!"
Dong!
Centered on the Heavenly Fire Sect, violent ripples spread in all directions.
A tyrannical and distinct will swept across the sky, passing over heaven and earth in a moment.
Behind Great Enlightenment Temple, King Chu and Yi Chen, like birds startled by the mere twang of a bow, hid in a thatched hut; Hui Zhen had gone to the Yang World carefree, leaving them alone in the Yin World with no one to shelter them, living every day in fear and trepidation; what situation now again?
Liang Qu has broken in again?
Damn it, what are these netherworld people eating, still the first-day Postnatal Crucible? Can't even handle a single Yao Long? They come and go as they please?
First-rank sect treasure, Lingling Mountain, auspicious clouds rise with spiritual grace, rainbow bridges span across, five-colored and splendid.
The sect elder, one moment sensing the anomaly of heaven and earth and growing wary, the next moment seeing a figure appear on the horizon, then his vision plunged into darkness.
"Who————"
The sect master of Baoling Mountain shouted in anger, question half-spoken, all fury turned to shock.
The field of vision split.
The question vanished into the wind, leaving only a thousand-mile gorge.
Beside the fracture, the stem of the Inspector Bian flower split, the full blossom tilting and falling.
Millions of li away, Zhang Longxiang's Lower Dantian blazed hot, forces superimposed, twenty-six Yao Long!
On the map, the symbol of Baoling Mountain's bloodstone exploded violently.
Faint dust drifted in the air, on the ground another conical pile of powder appeared.
Overwhelming fear loomed overhead, Fei Taiyu and Wu Lingxu's nerves twitched nonstop, their minds blank.
How could this be, how could this be!
Baoling Mountain, an ancient first-rank sect, boasting nine mighty beings of the Sixth Realm, three of them extraordinary peaks—how could they not even block a single encounter————
Just one year, these two are stronger than last time?
Invisible ripples swept over his body, Liang Qu shuddered all over for an instant. In that moment, tens of thousands of Pai Xiao Xing particles in his frame exploded simultaneously, losing all living beacons in his mind, yet he did not flee, relying on the map's impression, he continued to gallop.
The positions of all Yao Long were in his mind, the locations of all sects had become instinctive memory.
Mountains and rivers, terrain everywhere clear and distinct.
The Great Li Taizu could eat it, so could he!
A meteor streaked across, tearing the azure sky.
Baoling Mountain disciples gazed from east to west, dazed and foolish.
"Thief!"
A heaven-shaking angry shout.
Zhang Longxiang halted, turned back, eight figures appeared one by one on the horizon, each with a dharma form.
Hai Sheng Jin Gang! Fen Nu Jin Gang!
Shi Jia Shi Zi! Ai Hui Lian Shi!
Ban Ma Tuo Zao Za! Lian Hua Wang!
Ri Guang Lian Shi! Shi Hou Lian Shi!
Lian Hua Da Shi!
Is the Great Li Taizu's third will on Liang Qu's side?
The thought flashed and vanished, Zhang Longxiang saw the Lian Hua Da Shi step and leap, prayer beads shooting from his body like meteors.
Zhang Longxiang gathered his thoughts, raised his blade to meet.
The Lian Hua Da Shi laughed bitterly in extreme anger.
A year ago, six people rashly entered the Meng Huang Dynasty, overestimating themselves to oppose him, succeeded by fluke, only one, truly thinking himself omnipotent, just that authority of reversed harm. He also probed it within a year—so-called harm devouring was merely patching the broken body, as long as completely erased from this world, not a speck of dust or soil left————
Pi Li Jing Xian.
Blade light surged, eight figures vanished four!
The Lian Hua Da Shi suddenly halted, charging backward.
"Boom!"
The phantom stood tall between heaven and earth, all living beings and creatures trembled and prostrated, beneath the crown and robes, eyes devoid of the slightest emotion.
Great Li Taizu, Third Immortal!
Terrifying pressure crashed down, head dizzy for a moment, heaven and earth space entirely sealed.
Liang Qu tried to escape, but even exhausting all the techniques researched by the Hu Wang, he could not break free, like a dragonfly with wings pressed by a finger, struggling desperately to no avail.
Yao Long techniques, like carbon in a furnace, burned to ash, unable to move the bronze furnace an iota!
He then used Fei Liang, in an instant, the dragonfly's wings tore, Liang Qu leapt out of the encirclement again, yet just as he shuttled into view, a finger stabbed straight down.
Fingerprints clearly visible, seemingly slow but actually fast, pupils gradually enlarging.
Hairs stood on end, heart stirred.
Long Hu Golden Body!
Blazing golden light shot to the heavens, colliding head-on with the finger's gang wind.
Boom!
The mountain range exploded into dust.
The surviving Baoling Mountain elder's bloodline debt burned, eyes nearly bursting, only wishing to see a blood mist explode, to honor the sect master's spirit in heaven.
However, a brilliant meteor shot from before the Li Immortal's fingertip, smashing through the earth!
Escaped—escaped out!?
On the Huang Sha River, Ge Zu held his breath.
He had not loaded the Gen Hai, could not feel the two competing for food, thus ceaselessly activating the Fei Liang authority, never having any injury flow over, thinking the two should be unharmed.
The next moment.
—
Excruciating pain struck.
Here it comes!
The crust was shattered through.
He withstood the first wave head-on; his Golden Body shattered, his spine in agony. Liang Qu was driven deep into the earth, unable to move, the surrounding space locked down tight by the Third Immortal — even Fei Lian could not escape; the whole world lay in the grip of the Great Li Founding Ancestor — yet he had seized it.
The key entered the keyhole, turned, and the mechanism sprang.
The Yin-Yang Five Elements Plate clamped onto the node and wrenched it open.
This was a relay race between two generations of Dragon Lords.
Can't get out of the Netherworld? Then go to the Living World!
Liang Qu lay face-up staring at the sky; through the narrow gap of the hole, he saw the Great Li Founding Ancestor's face, grinning wide.
"Boom—!"
The world became a shattered kaleidoscope, fragments scattering.
Pressure lifted from Liang Qu's back; the world faded from blood-red into riotous color, terrifying pressure crashed down on him, arm bones snapping and shattering —
Thud!
The world's constraints vanished without a trace; Fei Lian's authority flared to life; ignoring his broken arms and mangled flesh, Liang Qu struggled desperately and instantly tunneled ten thousand eight thousand li.
Blade lights crisscrossed.
"Wah!"
The Lotus Mahasattva spat a mouthful of blood, eyes wide with shock.
Slicing world fragments to this day.
One year!
Zhang Longxiang gripped the Prison-Suppressing Saber, giving not the slightest breathing room, closing in again.
Killing the Lotus Mahasattva's avatar yielded no feedback; but if all eight were slain together, could it match thirty Yao Dragons?
The long saber raised high.
Astonishing pressure bore down from above!
Clearly a million li from Liang Qu, yet the Third Immortal appeared at both locations almost simultaneously, as if the true god of the Netherworld — where a thought goes, he is there. Zhang Longxiang's right hand swept the saber askew; his left hand fitted the Five Elements Plate into the node.
Crack!
Jin Guang blazed, soaring skyward, meeting the Sky-Supporting Finger.
A corner of the world shattered; tumbling fragments swallowed Zhang Longxiang and flung him back out.
The Blood River surged.
Fei Taiyu and Wu Lingxu stared wide-eyed, holding their breath, locking onto every blood stone; the enemy offensive seemed successfully contained — three full breaths with no blood stone vanishing — the two had not yet exhaled in relief.
"Crackle."
The sound, like a bone-burrowing maggot, rang out again.
Fei Taiyu and Wu Lingxu's hair stood on end; pupils trembling, they searched — yet found no trace in the two corresponding corners.
"Southwest corner!" Wu Lingxu cried in utter terror, pointing.
"Crackle!"
Another snap; Fei Taiyu also located the source: "Northeast corner!"
No longer southeast and northwest, but southwest and northeast — they went out, and came back!
Yao Dragons, twenty-eight!
Root Sea surged to six thousand five; Zhang Longxiang's whole body burned like a furnace, eyes shining bright — more than the first time he descended into the Netherworld to kill, stronger!
The Crime-Owl Authority began growing at an unprecedented speed.
Different Position Fruits — are their nurturing methods really identical? Not necessarily. Zhang Longxiang believed: he held the Crime-Owl Position Fruit, born from seizing food, innately destined to be fed by seizing!
Over the Yellow Shahe, dense Netherworld cracks kept unfolding, spawning anew.
Blood light and yellow light shone on each other.
Liang Qu and Zhang Longxiang emerged covered in wounds, then charged back in unscathed; good luck — landed inside a second-rank sect, another Heavenly Dog Eclipsing the Sun; bad luck — ended up in a remote corner, caught by the Third Immortal, came out wounded again.
Enemy advances, we retreat; enemy halts, we strike!
The strange movement of the three "River Stones" finally drew the attention of all under heaven.
"These three guys — are they fighting the Netherworld?"
The Old Tusi stared, dumbstruck.
As early as the twelfth month he had noticed these three's "secret gatherings"; only now did he fully understand.
Dream Dynasty, Great Li Founding Ancestor!
Just the three of them — how dare they?
Last time the Fourth Immortal — six people, plus countless defenses, heavily guarded. This time the Third Immortal — only three people, against the entire Dream Dynasty's hundreds of Yao Dragons? Such a huge affair, and they didn't even notify allies?
Ge Zu sweated profusely.
Two men injured, three men bearing the load — he still hadn't gotten the Heavenly Dog Eclipsing the Sun's boost.
It actually went unbelievably smoothly!
The Third Immortal — only this much ability?
Liang Qu vaguely felt an illusion.
The Great Li Founding Ancestor seems nothing special — fundamentally unable to kill them!
"How is this possible!" The Lotus Mahasattva grew more and more frantic.
The Third Will hasn't fully awakened?
It shouldn't be, absolutely shouldn't. The Departed Immortal fought the Dragon Lord, severely wounded and fell into slumber; yet the Fifth and Fourth fell in succession, their remaining lifespan and essence all absorbed by the three Great Wills — even if not fully awakened, it should be at the doorstep.
Whoosh!
Variegated fragments flipped in midair; a corner of the world collapsed and lost weight again.
Vision inverted; Zhang Longxiang saw the Blood River Sect arrayed and ready, saw the towering Shanfeng — a rough sweep revealed nine Yao Dragon powerhouses.
Lucky break — ended up at a First-Rank sect?
The Blood River Realm's foundation is dreams; dreams are never finite, yet the odds of landing right above a First-Rank sect are infinitesimal — practically a miracle from the Old Toad.
Delighted at the sight of prey, Zhang Longxiang slashed out with a single saber strike.
"Crackle!"
The blood stone of the Flying Crane Grotto, a First-Rank sect, exploded with a boom.
Heavenly Dragon, thirty-nine!
Before Zhang Longxiang could absorb and digest it, his inner Root Sea surged again, feedback surging forth.
Liang Qu's side scored as well: Fledgling Dragon, forty!
Forty Fledgling Dragons.
Root Sea, seven thousand times.
First time killing nineteen, second time forty — fifty-nine Fledgling Dragons total; even wiping out every Fledgling Dragon in the Yang Realm's Southern Frontier and Northern Court wouldn't yield such a terrifying number.
Seizing the world to fatten oneself.
The more Zhang Longxiang devoured, the hotter he burned; the Qi and blood in his body surged with unprecedented vigor, scalding blood nearly burning through his vessels, melting his five viscera and six bowels, everything congested, stuck in his throat, unable to pour out.
An outlet.
He needed to find an outlet!
A towering phantom manifested; Zhang Longxiang gripped the Five Elements Pan and retreated in a reverse roll.
The Third Immortal seemed like a wooden puppet the whole way — moving mechanically, responding stiffly; even a Fledgling Dragon, after being toyed with repeatedly, would sense something wrong and adjust its tactics, yet the Great Li Taizu, as the Crucible, did not.
Are his injuries from the struggle with the Old Dragon Lord worse than imagined?
Bones and tendons shattered; when Zhang Longxiang returned to the Yang Realm, he didn't need to self-heal — Ge Zu had already made all his injuries "flow away," helping him "digest" them.
The insights from his past thirteenth-stage Sublimation welled up; Zhang Longxiang circulated his cultivation method, charging entirely toward the Awakening Realm.
The Root Sea undulated; heaven and earth raised tides.
Only in, never out; only take, never give; only devour, never transform.
Hot! Hot! Hot!
Blocked! Blocked! Blocked!
"Done for, completely done for."
Wu Lingxu and Fei Taiyu slumped on the ground, staring dumbly at the map where blood stones exploded intermittently, dust piling up rustling — from one cone tip after another at the start, gradually connecting into a continuous dust mountain range; each fallen blood stone represented a Sixth-Rank powerhouse of a sect, completely erased.
How is this possible?
The Lotus Bodhisattva couldn't stop them, the Third Immortal couldn't stop them — does that mean if the two wished, they could slaughter an entire Netherworld?
Thinking it was so, boundless despair gnawed its way up from the depths of their hearts, crawling over flesh and blood.
"Crackle!"
Blood stone exploded again; fluttering dust settled on their faces.
Fledgling Dragon, fifty-seven!
Dragon Tiger Pavilion, gone!
Northern Dipper Valley, gone!
Liang Qu noticed his and Zhang Longxiang's luck had suddenly improved considerably, arriving near First-Rank sects one after another.
The Old Toad exerting himself?
7,300 times Root Sea, endlessly hooking heaven and earth; every gesture carried world-destroying divine might. Three thousand li to slay a flood dragon — nothing uncuttable. Though it was all fleeting, Liang Qu returned to the happiest moments of his Entering Zhen Xiang.
"Click-click-click———"
A layer of gray-white light gradually covered the Five Elements Pan, as if slowly petrifying; Liang Qu noticed this.
For the first time, anxiety rose in his heart.
Why is there still no movement?
A Half-Immortal and a powerless Immortal, devouring nearly a hundred Fledgling Dragons, the Owl God Snatching Food even ascending to Heavenly Dog Eclipsing the Sun, metamorphosis ninth stage — unprecedented, never to be repeated — and even this can't fill it?
Just how did other Immortals become Crucibles?
Is Immortal ascension accumulation truly stronger than the current Zhang Longxiang?
Amidst anxious confrontation, Liang Qu's realm suddenly trembled; he sensed feedback, pupils dilating.
Awakening Realm.
Not relying on Jumang Sublimation — an Awakening Realm Fledgling Dragon!
Dragon Elephant King!
Inside the Heavenly Palace, twelve layers of phantoms nested layer upon layer, perfectly aligned, the number of perfect fusion, resonating with heaven and earth.
All Qi and blood clashed within the five viscera and six bowels; all essence flowed through the four limbs and hundred bones; Zhang Longxiang's eyes were tightly shut, empty room generating white light; he grasped the Owl, authority taking root and sprouting within his body; he collapsed infinitely, becoming a single seed, consciousness,
flesh — all collapsing in this instant, finally —
Boom! Exploding open!
"Holy shit!"
The Third Immortal pressed a finger down on his head; Liang Qu spat fresh blood, driven three thousand zhang underground, tendons and bones snapped inch by inch, reduced to a puddle of rotten mud, internal organs spraying out from the throat pierced by bone splinters.
Without Zhang Longxiang dragging him along, the Third Immortal pursued him alone; just as he clutched the Five Elements Pan, preparing to flee for his life, the 7,500-times Root Sea surged with a boom, beginning to expand!
"Hahahaha!"
Liang Qu laughed wildly, clutching the Five Elements Pan tight, smashing it viciously into the node.
"Zhang Longxiang, I fucking knew it — you've got balls, a real man!"
Boom!
A corner of the world, shattered to pieces.
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