Chapter 211: Is Hua Tiandu Actually Fang Qingxue? Seizing the Celestial Lord

Divine Lord Jian Shi sat upon the suspended throne, lofty above all, like a celestial deity gazing down on the living, causing many members of the Feather Ascension Gate to shiver; finally, his gaze fell upon Chen Zheng and he bluntly ordered him to kneel.

Hua Tiandu, kneeling before Chen Zheng, heard this, regained composure, stared at Chen Zheng with a snarling grin and said, "Divine Lord Jian Shi is a Void Immortal‑level being; no one can defy his command. You're finished."

Che Yuan roared viciously, pointing at Chen Zheng's nose: "Kid, crawl and kneel before Divine Lord Jian Shi and confess!"

His son, Che Yuan's Divine Son, had once been beheaded by Chen Zheng deep beneath Mad Demon Ridge, and he harbored bone‑deep hatred toward him.

Zi Yue brandished a crescent‑shaped violet scepter at Chen Zheng and bellowed, "Kneeling to the great Divine Lord Jian Shi is your only chance to survive!"

Even Dou Mu, who had been sealed by Chen Zheng in a flat void, shouted, demanding Chen Zheng kneel and repent for obstructing the Divine Clan's great deeds.

At that moment, Chen Zheng alone was condemned by a thousand voices.

No, not alone—Fang Qingxue, standing atop Thunderstorm City, said nothing and directly aimed the Immortal Ancient Thunder Cannon at Divine Lord Jian Shi in the sky, ready to fire at any moment.

Many high‑ranking members of the Feather Ascension Gate, though fearful of Divine Lord Jian Shi, poured their mana recklessly into the Feather Ascension Palace, prepared to stand with Chen Zheng should he refuse to kneel and clash with Jian Shi.

The atmosphere in the arena grew unbearably heavy.

"Heh." Chen Zheng suddenly laughed, a teasing smile on his lips.

Hua Tiandu startled, furrowed her delicate brows and asked loudly, "What are you laughing at?"

She disliked Chen Zheng's carefree demeanor, which gave her a bad premonition.

Zi Yue and the others were also stunned, frowning as they stared at Chen Zheng, unable to understand why he could still smile now.

Aren't they afraid that Divine Lord Jian Shi might flare with anger and wipe you out in an instant, turning you to ash?

Chen Zheng shrugged and retorted to Hua Tiandu, "You bunch of idiots speak shamelessly, trying to force me to kneel— isn't that funny?"

"What did you say?" Hua Tiandu nearly thought her ears were malfunctioning.

"Kid, who do you call an idiot? Speak clearly!" Che Yuan and Zi Yue roared fiercely, their tempers flaring like thunder.

The Divine Lord Jian Shi on the throne above instantly hardened his gaze, his eyes toward Chen Zheng now laced with murderous intent.

How noble the Divine Clan is— the world's greatest, most sacred race, destined to dominate all heavens and myriad races; and now Chen Zheng dares to insult them?

"What, still not convinced?"

Chen Zheng calmly swept his gaze over everyone and said lightly, "Calling you idiots actually elevates you. In truth, this so‑called Divine Lord Jian Shi is nothing but a lump of excrement in a worldly cesspit— stench beyond description; you are merely maggots crawling on that dung."

When his words finished, the Heavenly Punishment Elder Lin Feiyan and others in the Feather Ascension Palace were stunned, seemingly unable to imagine that the illustrious Chen Xian Zun— the first legend of the Xuanhuang Great World through the ages— could utter such vulgarities.

"Dad, you're amazing!"

The little girl Chan Nannan appeared atop Thunderstorm City, grabbing Fang Qingxue's hand and cheering, leaping three feet high as if celebrating a victory.

Fang Qingxue looked at Chen Zheng with admiration, seeming to think his words were superb— truly excellent.

Zi Yue and Che Yuan's faces turned a sudden iron‑blue, then flushed with blood, the veins on their foreheads bulging like ropes.

Boom!

Divine Lord Jian Shi rose abruptly from his throne, his eyes cold and fierce, reflecting Chen Zheng's figure below, exuding a murderous aura that shook the vast heavens, causing sun, moon and stars to fall together, filling everyone with uncontrollable terror.

In the ancient age, he was one of the Divine Clan that invaded the Xuanhuang Great World, slaughtering countless ancient Qi‑refining warriors; he even beheld from afar the majestic presence of the Three Ancient Emperors and the Seven Great Epochal Divine Emperors of the Divine Clan besieging the Panwu Immortal Lord.

After the invasion failed, he retreated with the remaining Divine Clan remnants back to the Divine Realm, surviving ever since.

He has lived for millions of years, witnessing the rise and fall of the ancient Xuanhuang Great World, appraising its vast history— thus earning the title Divine Lord Jian Shi.

Yet he has never encountered anyone as arrogant as Chen Zheng; he cannot even discern what sort of essence he possesses.

"Ant‑like blasphemy, capital crime!"

Divine Lord Jian Shi, enraged, stepped down from the sky vault toward Chen Zheng, like a primordial terror emerging from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood; his dreadful aura collapsed the heavens, crushing in all directions, suddenly bearing down on Chen Zheng, intending to force him to kneel, flatten him into a meat patty that would then turn to ash.

"Even excrement can be called a god? Kneel."

Facing the crushing pressure, Chen Zheng remained unflinching and casually pointed at Divine Lord Jian Shi.

The history‑appraising Divine Lord Jian Shi shivered, his steps faltering; with a thud he collapsed, kneeling in the void.

"Ha… Divine Lord Jian Shi is a Void Immortal, a Void Immortal! How could anyone kneel to him?" Hua Tiandu's smile froze on her face.

Initially, when she saw Divine Lord Jian Shi strike at Chen Zheng, she felt a surge of spirit and wanted to laugh, but just as a smile formed, she saw Jian Shi kneeling.

She could no longer smile.

"No, absolutely impossible!"

"Divine Lord Jian Shi could never kneel!"

Che Yuan and Zi Yue widened their eyes and let out incredulous roars.

Gurgle!

The members of the Feather Ascension Gate likewise felt disbelief, swallowing hard.

"Kill!"

The most unbelievable was Divine Lord Jian Shi himself, yet he reacted swiftly; after a brief shock, he let out a thunderous roar that seemed to swallow mountains and rivers, charging toward Chen Zheng in his kneeling stance and hammering a fist down from above his head.

Boom!

Even delivered while kneeling, the punch was overwhelmingly mighty, divine might unrivaled; the fist contained endless cycles of space and time, boundless chaos emanating within, striking Chen Zheng as if he were a lone boat adrift on a vast ocean, tossed by storm, on the brink of sinking forever.

Witnessing the punch, everyone felt their internal organs churn ceaselessly; every inch of flesh and even their souls throbbed like needles stabbing, their bodies exhausted to the limit, vision flashing, and one by one they collapsed, fainting to death.

Such a terrifying blow is a supreme technique of the Ancestral Divine Fist, called Great Dao Sinking; even the Great Dao would be sunk by a single punch, let alone a mortal.

"Truly worthy of the Divine Clan's Void Immortals, three points stronger than the Qi Zhenjun."

Chen Zheng remained calm, instantly spawning six clones at lightning speed, then merging them so their power stacked onto his body; with a casual upward grab, he struck first, breaking through Jian Shi's domineering fist, seizing his neck and lifting him like a tiny chick in his hand.

"You! How can you be so strong? Let go of me, you cannot suppress me! Ancestral Divine Fist, die!"

Divine Lord Jian Shi's eyes bulged like copper bells; he never expected even a single move from Chen Zheng to be uncounterable, yet he was seized.

But true to his status as a history‑appraising being, after the shock he recovered, his gaze flashing with malevolent light, like the most evil demon god in the cosmos, unleashing another terrifying punch as if a netherworld king were breaking a millennial seal, striking toward Chen Zheng's head.

Simultaneously his body twisted and shifted, attempting to disintegrate and break free from Chen Zheng's grasp.

"Just because you dare to fantasize about escaping my palm, do you think you're a true Immortal?"

Chen Zheng scoffed, gave a shake to his grip on Jian Shi's neck, scattering him into fragments, his fist power vanishing, and the vast divine energy within him froze like ice.

Immediately, molten‑like refining true fire streamed from his hand, enveloping the Jian Shi Divine Sovereign, blazing fiercely, refining him until his whole body oozed oil like a roast.

It is rumored that in the Buddha Realm, the Buddha, after long periods of seated meditation and chanting, generates a golden oil that makes mouths water, called Buddha Fat.

A cultivator who captures the Buddha and, using secret techniques, stews his body as one would render pork fat, can extract this Buddha Fat and sell it on the market, where a single drop fetches a sky‑high price.

Because Buddha Fat, when ignited, emits a peculiar fragrance that, when inhaled, not only dispels all worldly thoughts and inner demons, but also accelerates the cultivation of divine abilities and magical power, and further solidifies the principles of the Immortal Path.

Buddha Fat can truly be called a treasure.

Chen Zheng also wanted to see if he could render oil like Buddha Fat from the Jian Shi Divine Sovereign's body, so he eased the flames, not instantly refining him to death.

After all, the Divine Clan is not weaker than the Buddhist sect.

In the future, he could have the Divine Clan specifically render oil for profit.

Unfortunately, the oil that seeped from the Jian Shi Divine Sovereign's body was a black, polluted‑looking oil with a strange odor, completely useless.

"Useless, not a bit of use," Chen Zheng snapped irritably, and he intensified the flames.

"No, I'm not useless. I can tell you a colossal secret concerning Prince Huangxiao, the son of the Heavenly Wilderness Divine Emperor. He is the highest commander of my Divine Clan's Vanguard force in this assault on your Xuanhuang Great World. Guided by my clan elders, he has entered a secret location on the Chaotic Continent, where he discovered a heavy artifact forged by the Celestial Lord and is now scheming to seize it. I was originally guarding the gate outside, but that damned beast Che Yuan Divine Emperor lured me here with a psychic‑storm message. I bear no grudge against you; if you spare me, I will take you to the Chaotic Continent to snatch that…"

The Jian Shi Divine Sovereign trembled in terror, begging for mercy and attempting to use his secret to save his own life.

He has survived since the ancient era, always slipping behind opponents in battle; staying alive has never been easy, so naturally he does not wish to die.

This time, after finally mustering some backbone, he inadvertently kicked the iron slab that is Chen Zheng.

Alas!

Too difficult.

Unfortunately, Chen Zheng had no intention of sparing him; his words were cut off mid‑sentence, having already been refined by Chen Zheng into a puddle of liquid.

Chen Zheng casually merged the liquid into his own body, and his internal magical power surged instantly to sixteen million units of Ancient Celestial Dragon Power.

A cultivator newly entered into the Void Immortal realm possesses magical power exceeding ten million units of Ancient Celestial Dragon Power.

Chen Zheng's magical power finally rivals that of a Void Immortal.

As for True Immortals, their power far exceeds Void Immortals, at least forty to fifty million units of Ancient Celestial Dragon Power.

Even a formidable True Immortal such as Linglong Divine Immortal can wield power above ten million dragons, that is, ten quadrillion horses.

If Chen Zheng now creates a clone and then merges it, he can also surpass ten quadrillion horses, fully comparable to Linglong Divine Immortal, enough to defeat Great Emperor Tian single‑handedly, even to slay him.

However, when facing a Celestial Immortal atop the Longevity Secret Realm, he still lacks the strength to retaliate.

Rumor has it that a Celestial Immortal's power far exceeds ten million dragons, but how they compute such power—whether they still employ Xuanhuang Fierce Horses or Ancient Celestial Dragons—is known by only a few.

Whoosh!

Just as Chen Zheng was refining and absorbing the Jian Shi Divine Sovereign, Che Yuan Divine Emperor and Purple Moon Divine Emperor sensed the unfavorable turn and both fled.

In the blink of an eye the two plunged into the deep cosmos, tearing space as they leapt, each jump covering distances of hundreds of thousands of stars.

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

Chen Zheng didn't even glance at the direction of their escape; he casually punched the sky twice, and instantly two mournful wails rang out as two blood‑smeared flesh pies fell from above onto his hands, where true fire burned them to ash.

Not only the two, but Doumu Divine Emperor was also casually refined by Chen Zheng, and the supreme Dao artifact was tucked into his pouch.

"It's all over…"

Seeing this, Hua Tiandu's face turned paling to the extreme, his previous swagger vanished, and his upper body collapsed in total weakness.

However, his lower half remained kneeling in an ugly posture, like a dead dog rolled onto its belly.

"Junior Brother Chen, Hua Tiandu has seized Qingwei's body; after expelling her from Qingwei's form, is there any hope of saving her?" Fang Qingxue, pulling Chan Nannian, flew over, glanced at Hua Tiandu, and hurriedly asked Chen Zheng.

After all, Fang Qingwei is her own sister; no matter how detached or cold she may be, she does not wish her sister to die.

"I'll take a look first."

Chen Zheng signaled her not to rush, raised his hand and snatched at Hua Tiandu; the soul that had already merged with his flesh flew out of his body and landed in Chen Zheng's hand.

"Eh?"

Fang Qingxue's gaze hardened.

Because the Hua Tiandu soul in Chen Zheng's hand bore a few resemblances to Fang Qingwei and also some of Hua Tiandu's traits, it seemed like a product of their fusion—neither wholly yin nor yang, yet containing both.

"I don't know why, but your sister's soul has merged with Hua Tiandu's soul; perhaps separating them could give a chance to revive your sister. Yet it is extremely difficult—they have already become one being, and I am not proficient in this art," Chen Zheng said after a moment of contemplation, looking at the soul in his hand.

He is still capable of killing, but not of saving; unless he were to kill both Fang Qingwei's and Hua Tiandu's souls together and then resurrect them with the Three‑Life Stone, but that would cost a great price.

Fang Qingxue thought for a moment and said, "Let me handle it; I'll find a way to separate them."

She knows the Minor Fate Technique; by paying a certain price, she might be able to split the souls.

Chen Zheng handed the soul to her, admonishing, "Act within your limits; if you truly cannot, wait until my cultivation is higher, and we'll find another way."

Fang Qingxue said nothing upon hearing this, merely nodded, waved her hand, and gathered the soul together with Fang Qingwei's body.

"Father, are you leaving again?" Chan Nannian tugged at Chen Zheng's sleeve, reluctantly asking.

"Dad still has business; I'll come see you next time," Chen Zheng said with a smile, lightly patting Chan Nannian's small head, then vanished from the spot.

He did not mention taking Fang Qingxue with him to Linglong Blessed Land again.

Fang Qingxue differs from Jia Lan and Yan Shuiyi; she has a strong temperament, will not be a mere canary, and has her own ideas and aspirations.

………

After leaving the Feather Ascension Gate, Chen Zheng returned once more to the skies above the Great Li Dynasty.

The billions of Divine Clan members from hundreds of nations under the Feather Ascension Gate, who had been slaughtering, were casually exterminated by him upon his arrival; he then seized the still‑hovering Fang Zhetou, along with all members of the Fang family, tossed them aside, and they flew across a great distance, safely landing on the Righteous Peak within Linglong Blessed Land.

Inside the hall, Chen Zheng gave Jia Lan—a woman who had met the congregation—one instruction, asking her to look after his father‑in‑law, and a clone of himself stepped out, heading toward the Star Gate to take the Star Lords and others to the Boundless Great World to assault the Boundless Star Palace, avenging past grievances.

His true body took a single step, and he left the Xuanhuang Great World, the endless stars and star domains receding behind him.

Within a few breaths, he arrived above a massive continent floating amid interstellar space.

Although this continent's area cannot compare to the Xuanhuang Great World, it is still vast, with a round‑sky and square‑earth, equivalent to a conglomerate of tens of millions of stars.

This is the Chaotic Continent spoken of by the Jian Shi Divine Sovereign, the largest trading market among hundreds of star domains here, teeming with all manner of beings and masters; anyone can conduct business, unlike the cultivation Great World where strong ones enforce governance.

The chaotic continent has a long history, existing since ancient times, and is said to have been created by a supreme Heavenly Sovereign himself.

Some may ask, why would a being like a Heavenly Sovereign—who, even across the entire three‑thousand great worlds, is less than a speck of dust in his eyes—create such a chaotic continent when he has nothing to do after being sated?

This question merits deep thought, yet no one can answer it, nor grasp its logic.

In short, the chaotic continent was created by the Heavenly Sovereign, one hundred percent certain.

Moreover, the Heavenly Sovereign who forged it is extremely powerful, a top among Heavenly Sovereigns, called the Chaos Heavenly Sovereign.

"The Chaos Primordial Embryo forged by the Chaos Heavenly Sovereign should lie deep within the continent, and it is unknown whether the son of the Wild Heavenly God Emperor, Huang Xiao Yu, has succeeded in seizing it. If he has, that would be troublesome."

Chen Zheng gazed down upon the Chaos Continent, his eyes bright, scanning the ground inch by inch, seeing city after city, countless cultivators conducting business within the cities, dividing resources, and vicious cultivators burning, killing, and looting in some places, murdering to refine elixirs; moreover, forces attacked each other, war smoke rose everywhere, an utter chaos.

Yet none of this caught his attention; it was not like the Xuanhuang Great World, which was invaded by the Divine Clan—just internal strife among the Human Clan, irrelevant to him.

Suddenly his gaze hardened, piercing the Nine Abyss, and deep within the Chaos Continent's underground he saw something like a flesh‑and‑blood placenta, seeming to contain boundless energy; a person who ate it would be greatly replenished.

"Found you."

Chen Zheng shifted his form, and his body sank into the soil and rock layers of the Chaos Continent, lunging toward that flesh‑and‑blood placenta‑like thing. (End of chapter)