Chapter 635: The Bond Between the Ruthless Empress and the Divine Silkworm Princess

Wudang.

"Sigh..."

Above the back mountain, Zhang Sanfeng let out a sigh, a look of reminiscence appearing on his face.

At his age, to once again savor the love, hate, and grievances of youth, his heart, which had been as still as stagnant water, still stirred with faint ripples.

He had originally thought the mysterious reward from the Chat Group could allow him to resurrect Guo Xiang, who had died in the illusion, but unfortunately, things went against his wishes.

At this moment, Zhang Sanfeng felt a trace of disappointment.

Afterwards, Zhang Sanfeng cast aside distracting thoughts, preparing to begin secluded cultivation; the past could not be retained, but the future could be changed.

When he was an omnipotent immortal like Xuanzang Sheng Seng, perhaps he could amend the regrets of the past.

At the same time, in a secret cave dwelling overseas, the Void twisted, and a black shadow walked out from within; this black shadow was none other than the masked God Lord who had previously been killed by a single sword strike from the Sword Immortal Li Hanyi.

At the time, the masked God Lord had indeed died, but fortunately, he had long ago set a dōjutsu named "Inanagi" upon himself; this dōjutsu could modify reality in a short period, subvert life and death, and cause him to recover to a state of low health.

However, its price was the loss of one Sharingan, leaving him blind forever.

Compared to death, what was the loss of an eye?

Inside the cave dwelling, the masked man sat on a meditation cushion, panting slightly; this "Golden Cicada shedding its shell" could be called flawless, yet it was also the greatest setback he had encountered to date.

The masked man muttered to himself: "How could this Li Hanyi's strength be so great? My strength is already at the Nine Turns of the God-Demon Realm, standing at the peak of Martial Dao; it is no exaggeration to call it invincible under heaven."

Whether there was a realm after the God-Demon Realm, the masked man did not know, but he knew that at this moment, no one in this world had surpassed the Nine Turns of the God-Demon Realm, so his strength could be called the peak without exaggeration; coupled with the special ability of the Sharingan's Kamui, he was innately in an invincible position.

Recalling the scenes of the battle and the words Li Hanyi had once spoken, a flash of inspiration suddenly struck the masked man's mind, and a bold idea arose in his heart.

"Could it be that Li Hanyi practices Immortal Cultivation?"

Thinking of this, the masked man felt it was a fantasy; how could Immortal Cultivation appear in a martial arts world, and especially in Li Hanyi?

If one were to say Zhang Sanfeng practiced Immortal Cultivation, that would be somewhat possible.

But according to the masked man's memory, although Li Hanyi had the title of Sword Immortal, that was merely a beautiful reputation praised by people in the Jianghu, a far cry from a true Carefree Sword Immortal.

"However, regardless, the reality is right before my eyes."

"With Li Hanyi there, I am afraid I cannot capture Zhang Sanfeng, nor can I absorb his Qi Luck."

"The most urgent matter is to recover my strength."

The masked man did not return to the Heavenly Gate, mainly because of the subordinates he had subdued within the Heavenly Gate.

For example, the likes of Di Shitian and Xiongba basically had rebellious bones in the back of their heads; if he were to return, who knew what accidents might occur.

Another world, Covering the Sky Plane, the Desolate Ancient Era.

Renxuxingkonggulu.

How long the Xingkong Gulu actually is, no one knows; since ancient times, no one has ever truly walked the entire Xingkong Gulu.

Along this path, the Ancient Myriad Clans have all set up checkpoints within the Xingkong Gulu, and at the same time, the heaven-proud ones among the myriad clans will coincidentally gather here to spar and test their strength against one another.

The so-called sparring of strength is essentially, in essence, using the other party as a stepping stone to verify one's own Invincible Dao Heart.

Xingkong Gulu, Twenty-Ninth Pass, Bati Zuxing.

On this day, countless heaven-proud ones from the myriad clans gathered at the Twenty-Ninth Pass; the scene was exceptionally lively, each one filled with fighting spirit, ready to battle at any moment.

This Twenty-Ninth Pass stood in the infinite starry sky, a magnificent Arena, occupying an area of ten thousand miles, and one could see stars revolving all around.

Among them, the three brightest stars stood in order, colored black, red, and yellow.

These three stars were the Bati Zuxing, and the Cangtian Tyrant Body was the host.

On the starry Arena, one could see many young heaven-proud ones sparring, their fighting styles intense, with magical treasures and divine weapons flying everywhere.

And on the Void pavilions above the Arena were many elder Great Abilities, as well as Protectors of the Dao from various factions; the heaven-proud ones of the Tyrant Body were also all here, each one arrogant in demeanor, yet their auras were immensely powerful.

"Brother Huangfu, long time no see."

A young man with two horns on his head and wearing cyan Dragon armor walked over.

This person was burly, with a pair of red pupils and black hair dancing wildly, resembling a peerless demon god; his entire being exuded a sense of looking down upon the world, his momentum swallowing mountains and rivers.

The young man addressed as Brother Huangfu looked back, slightly surprised, and said, "Brother Long Ao."

Long Ao came from the most famous Myriad Dragon Nest among the Ancient Myriad Clans, the Dragon son of this generation; his strength was profound, suppressing the older generation, and he had already cultivated to the Immortal Platform 3 realm.

And the one addressed as "Brother Huangfu" was the number one heaven-proud one of the current generation of the Cangtian Tyrant Blood lineage, Huangfu Taixuan.

Young as he was, his Cangtian Tyrant Blood was already small-success and perfect, his combat power shocking the world.

Do not underestimate this small-success Tyrant Body; the difference in combat power within it was like a chasm, and being invincible within the same realm was the best proof of his strength.

Long Ao and Huangfu Taixuan were both at the Immortal Platform 3 realm, their combat power peerless!

Yet Long Ao did not have the confidence to defeat Huangfu Taixuan, or perhaps not even a single chance?

"Brother Huangfu, these are the Qilin Shengzi, Huangjin Shengzi, and Xuehuang Shengzi from the Fire Scale Cave!"

Long Ao introduced them; the group behind him all came from the ancient families of Beidou, each with an extremely powerful bloodline, their ancestors all being Ancient Imperial Clans—that is to say, families that had produced Emperors, which could also be called Imperial Clans.

Although Huangfu Taixuan was arrogant, seeing these individuals, he also greeted them warmly:

"Greetings, fellow Daoists. As the host, let me properly entertain you all."

"Brother Taixuan, you are too polite," said the Qilin Shengzi.

"Indeed, we are peers, there is no need for such trouble," said the Xuehuang Shengzi.

The group had massive backgrounds, so their interaction was naturally cordial, without conflict; they exchanged pleasantries, appearing like friendly brothers.

Seeing this, Huangfu Taixuan did not insist.

Long Ao glanced at the Arena below and said:

"Brother Huangfu, as the successor of the contemporary Tyrant Body, your strength is powerful, and I admire it. However, what do you think of the strength of this batch of heaven-proud ones on the Xingkong Gulu?"

Hearing this, Huangfu Taixuan revealed an arrogant look and said:

"Hehe, Brother Long Ao, they are all mere clay chickens and pottery dogs, unable to withstand a single blow. I don't even have the desire to make a move."

"Hahaha, truly worthy of being a descendant of the Tyrant Body," Long Ao laughed.

"Brother Huangfu is right; they are indeed a mob, and I don't even deign to strike at them," the Qilin Shengzi mocked.

"In this world, the only ones capable of contending with the Tyrant Body are those of the Saint Body lineage. It is a pity that for tens of thousands of years, a Great Accomplishment Saint Body has not appeared, and the descendants of the Saint Body have also vanished without a trace," Huangfu Taixuan said.

"If those coming up the Xingkong Gulu are all of this caliber, I will not continue to wait," Huangfu Taixuan said.

With his strength, there was no need to stop here at the twenty-ninth pass of the Xingkong Gulu; he could have strode forward to enter the depths of the Xingkong Gulu to seek supreme opportunities, but he did so only to wait for an opponent worthy of a battle.

Long Ao shook his head and said:

"Brother Huangfu, you will not be disappointed. A ruthless person has emerged among the Human Race, possessing great strength that is not the least bit weaker than ours, especially on this Xingkong Gulu, where she kills every step of the way."

"A ruthless person? Who is it?" Huangfu Taixuan asked.

"This person's origins are mysterious. She wears a Bronze Mask, though judging by her figure, she should be a woman. No one has ever heard her name," Long Ao said.

"Is that so, Brother Long? Can even you not defeat her?" Huangfu Taixuan countered.

"Ahem, we haven't crossed paths, so I don't know who would win," Long Ao gave an awkward laugh.

"But the Huangjin Shengzi should know the strength of this ruthless person!"

Long Ao changed the subject, his expression playful.

Huangfu Taixuan could not help but look at the Huangjin Shengzi, whose face revealed a trace of killing intent as he said:

"At the first pass of the Human Race Ancient Road, the ruthless person killed a former sequence Saint Son of the Golden Ancient Clan. That fellow truly disgraced the name of the Golden Ancient Clan, to actually be killed by a member of the Human Race."

The Saint Sons of the Golden Ancient Clan are not like those of the Human Race, where there is only one; they are a sequence, numbering as many as nine.

Each one has similar strength, though of course some have hidden their true power, and in the end, only one can truly obtain the inheritance.

Therefore, the death of one Saint Son previously had little impact on the Golden Ancient Clan.

The Huangjin Shengzi continued: "However, besides that, the ruthless person also killed a Saint-level Protector of the Dao. Her strength is indeed formidable."

"Is that so? Killed a Saint-level Protector of the Dao? That is somewhat interesting," Huangfu Taixuan showed a slight look of interest.

With his Heaven-Dominating Tyrant Body, he could likewise kill ordinary Saints while crossing levels.

At the same time, at the teleportation array of the twenty-ninth pass of the Xingkong Gulu, two figures appeared one after the other.

"Is this the Bati Zuxing?"

The ruthless person looked calmly at this strange star, her heart without a ripple, even though she was being stared at by tens of thousands of gazes at this moment.

There was no help for it; the attire of the ruthless person was too unique, one could say it was one of a kind.

Dressed in white as snow, without a speck of dust, her figure was tall like a banished immortal from the Nine Heavens.

Yet the Bronze Ghost Face Mask on her face made her look even more eerie and mysterious.

"The ruthless person!"

"The ruthless person has come!"

"The ruthless person has come!"

Word spread from one to ten, from ten to a hundred; the cultivators of the entire twenty-ninth pass cried out, each of them nervous, not even daring to breathe loudly.

There was no help for it; too many living beings had died at the hands of the ruthless person along this journey.

Wherever the ruthless person passed, she left behind only mountains of corpses and a sea of blood, with white bones piled high.

It was not as if there were no old fellows who relied on their seniority and cultivation to try and wipe out the ruthless person, but every time she escaped, and afterward, they faced the ruthless person's endless revenge and pursuit.

If those old things fled and disappeared, not daring to show themselves, the ruthless person would wipe out all the descendants of that lineage, leaving not a single trace of bloodline; it could be said she was decisive in killing and ruthless in heart.

It was precisely because of this that the Xingkong Gulu, including the ten thousand races, had mixed reviews of the ruthless person.

Some believed the ruthless person was a great demon, attacking her with both tongue and pen.

But others believed the ruthless person was a savior, as only such methods could suppress the ten thousand races, allow the Human Race to rise, and resist the Primordial creatures.

The ruthless person ignored the various voices from the outside world; she only knew that those who did not go along with her heart must be killed.

"Big sister!"

Just as the ruthless person was walking forward, a voice as crisp and pleasant as a silver bell drifted over.

A girl of about fifteen or sixteen wearing a red dress ran over. Her steps were very light and nimble, like a flower fairy in a field of flowers, bringing bright sunshine and vitality wherever she went.

The girl was very beautiful, especially her large eyes, which were clear and flawless, full of spirit.

The girl ran excitedly to the front of the ruthless person, her face full of smiles.

"Why have you come?" the ruthless person said coldly, as if she were ten-thousand-year-old ice, keeping people at a distance of a thousand miles.

"Big sister, wherever you go, I will go," the girl said earnestly.

"..." the ruthless person.

As it turned out, several years ago, also on the Xingkong Gulu, she had encountered an ancient cave dwelling that many heaven-gifted geniuses had entered.

Inside the cave, a white, jade-like silkworm baby was being fought over by the crowd.

That silkworm baby happened to run to the ruthless person and landed in her hands.

Then, in order to fight for the silkworm baby, the crowd started a great battle, and the ruthless person had no choice but to wipe them all out.

She did not care about the silkworm baby at all; she had just been passively dragged into it, and afterward, she let the silkworm baby go, as she did not need a burden.

But the silkworm baby did not think so; she was the first member of the Human Race she had met who did not want her, so she wanted to follow by the ruthless person's side, but the ruthless person refused and left directly.

During the pursuit along the way, the silkworm baby gradually grew, evolving and transforming many times, changing from a silkworm into a young Dragon, and then from a young Dragon transforming into a Qilin, her strength increasing rapidly, and she took on a human form.

And the girl now was in her True Phoenix form, yet another life form.

The ruthless person had rich experiences and was no longer the girl who had just stepped onto the path of cultivation at the beginning; seeing this girl's many transformations, she was very similar to the legendary Divine Silkworm.

In legend, the Divine Silkworm race is gifted with extraordinary talent, is not tolerated by heaven and earth, and is extremely difficult to survive.

Yet the Divine Silkworms that do survive are all supreme beings of heaven and earth.

Divine Silkworm Nine Transformations—each transformation is earth-shattering, a sublimation of life!

Especially after completing the nine transformations, one can leap to the level of a Great Emperor.

For a cultivator, if one could obtain such a follower, one would likely wake up laughing even in one's sleep.

One might even be able to use this to comprehend the supreme Divine Silkworm Nine Transformations of the Divine Silkworm clan.

However, the Ruthless One does not value this very much.

Although the Divine Silkworm is wondrous, it has no great connection to her; from beginning to end, one's own strength is the only true strength.

Because of this, the Divine Silkworm Princess has been chasing after the Ruthless One from behind.

"..."

The Ruthless One was silent for a moment, looked at the Twenty-Ninth Pass where the myriad races were gathered, and said:

"Most of the Primordial creatures are gathered here. Once they know your identity, they will certainly not let you go; they might even eat you, this little long worm, until not a scrap remains."

Upon hearing this, the Divine Silkworm Princess's pretty face turned pale, as if she were afraid, but she then summoned her Courage and said:

"Big Sister, I am not afraid. I am also very powerful now. Besides, even if I cannot win, Big Sister will protect me."

"Heh."

The Ruthless One sneered, stepped on the Moving Word Secret, and vanished on the spot.

"..."

The Divine Silkworm Princess was stunned, feeling only a cold breeze drift over her head.

She suddenly felt that these strangers around her seemed to be staring at her; they wouldn't discover her Divine Silkworm bloodline, would they?

Better slip away!

On the streets of the Twenty-Ninth Pass, a fat Taoist and a black dog that looked like a human walked side by side.

This black dog stood a full two or three meters tall, its entire body covered in pitch-black, shiny fur, wearing a Bagua Taoist robe, looking fierce and menacing, just like Heitailang.

The fat Taoist was the same, pot-bellied, with small eyes, looking somewhat lecherous; he looked toward the direction of the teleportation array and said:

"Doggy, you saw it, right? That Ruthless One has arrived on the territory of Bati Zuxing."

"Saw it, saw it. Next, there will likely be another bloody storm," the black dog said with a wicked smile.

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