Chapter 115: The Three‑Life Stone Appears! I Was Unmasked by Fan Qingying!

After leaving the Chen family on Golden Feather Island, Chen Zheng sat cross‑legged on a cloud hovering over the sea, contemplating numerous calamity characters, waiting calmly for the night to fade and for dawn to arrive.

As his contemplation deepened, he seemed to undergo successive calamities, making his mortal body increasingly formidable.

Within his body came a series of booming sounds, like rolling thunder shaking the eight directions, causing the sky within several hundred li to warp dramatically, while the sea below churned violently as if the end of the world had arrived.

This is because the two great sources of magical power in Chen Zheng's mind have turned into two boundless seas of suffering, where calamity waves continuously generate.

Calamity waves are born within the sea of suffering!

Those waves never cease; before one subsides, another assaults.

The saying "crossing all calamity waves to reach the other shore" means exactly this.

Even the supreme ruler must fall beneath the calamity waves, never to be reborn!

At the same time.

Chen Zheng split off part of his consciousness, sinking into the Sheep Skin Scroll deep within his mind to explore the chaotic space.

Strictly speaking, he knows nothing about the chaotic space, only a small storage area for items.

This storage spans merely tens of thousands of li.

The extent of other areas is unknown.

He uses his consciousness as a torch, lighting the way forward, continuously exploring as if walking in endless darkness, never tiring, unaware of time's passage.

After an indeterminate time, a stone suddenly appeared in the chaotic void ahead.

The stone displayed three colors Chen Zheng had never seen, etched with many obscure runes, primitive yet strange, seeming able to absorb and store everything in the world.

"Three‑Life Stone?"

Chen Zheng's eyes flashed brilliantly as he hurriedly sent his consciousness to probe the stone ahead.

This stone is very likely the Three‑Life Stone left by the Supreme True Demon, inscribed with all calamity waves, causes, fates, and entanglements of heaven and earth.

As the True Demon Immortal Ten‑Thousand Calamities Body cultivation deepens, more calamity characters appear, and the calamity qi within accumulates, eventually bursting like a mountain flood, tearing the body apart.

At that moment, the Three‑Life Stone is needed to draw out the internal calamity qi and, via the Way of Three Lives, transmute it into nourishment for the body.

Throughout history, it is unknown how many practitioners of the True Demon Immortal Ten‑Thousand Calamities Body have existed.

Some even include a peerless overlord who shook the heavens and ten thousand realms, having cultivated the True Demon Immortal Ten‑Thousand Calamities Body to the level of dozens of calamity characters.

Yet without exception, all suffered calamity‑qi backlash, falling into the river of history, leaving no trace of dust.

All because they lacked a Three‑Life Stone!

Chen Zheng has now cultivated the seven calamity characters "Ming", "Yi", "Lian", "Pao", "Su", "Bian", and "Da", and naturally worries about future calamity‑qi backlash.

Therefore he urgently needs a Three‑Life Stone.

Now it has finally arrived, and he is naturally delighted.

Pop!

Just as Chen Zheng's consciousness was about to touch the Three‑Life Stone, the stone ahead abruptly turned into flowing light, merged into the chaos, its whereabouts unknown.

It seemed like a fleeting dream.

"Could it be that my cultivation is still insufficient? Unable to command the Three‑Life Stone?" Chen Zheng suddenly felt wistful, shook his head and sighed lightly.

Yet it was not exactly disappointment.

Since the Three‑Life Stone is in the chaotic space, it cannot escape.

And after cultivating the True Demon Immortal Ten‑Thousand Calamities Body for so long, he gradually noticed a pattern: the Sheep Skin Scroll seems to sense his needs.

For example, on Forty‑Nine Island, when he needed a storage artifact, the chaotic space opened.

When advancing to the Shen Tong Mi Jing, he needed a way to refine others, and the character "Lian" reappeared.

Later, lacking offensive means, the character "Pao" resurfaced.

Subsequently, the character "Bian" also emerged, just what he required.

He believes the Three‑Life Stone will reappear at the crucial moment he needs it.

The night passed without incident.

The next day, the Ten Thousand Wheel Sun rose slowly from the east, coating the entire Great Northern Ocean with a veil of crimson glow. Chen Zheng used the character "Bian" to transform himself into a middle‑aged man with a goat‑like beard and purplish‑black skin, identical to the ruler of Death Island.

He also retrieved the Five Prisons King Cauldron, leapt into it, and steered the cauldron toward the location of Shadow Island given by Fan Qingying.

This "Bian" is remarkable; it lets Chen Zheng assume any identity, perfectly mimicking others—a weapon for impersonating others to kill and plunder.

If cultivated to higher realms, he could become the sun, moon, stars, dragons, phoenixes, qilins, or even the world or dust itself, all with equal ease.

Shadow Island lies less than one hundred thousand li from Wan Gui Sea City.

It is not an island but a ghostly massive ship floating on the sea.

The vessel is entirely jet‑black, its surface devoid of any sheen, as if forged from the darkest divine iron, named the Ink Shadow Warship, a priceless treasure; surrounding it is a mist‑like formation that conceals it, preventing passing ships from detecting any sign.

At this moment, more than ten people stood on the bow deck, both men and women, each with a cold expression, a faint aura of killing intent, clearly not good folk.

Especially the two men and one woman, who, though standing motionless with no aura fluctuation, exuded an extreme sense of danger, as if any movement would pierce the ancient blue sky with their combined presence.

The surrounding onlookers' gazes toward the trio were filled with both fear and awe.

Among the three, the exceptionally beautiful woman whose pupils held two faint lotus blossoms was the second‑ranked thief of the Forty Great Thieves, the Exterminating Immortal Thief, an Ancient Giant of the Golden Core Realm.

The other two young men were the third‑ranked Star‑Extinguishing Thief and the fourth‑ranked Moon‑Piercing Thief, both Golden Core Realm masters whose cultivation surpassed all lower‑ranked thieves.

"Three of you, do you know what today's objective is?" an elder asked the second, third, and fourth ranked thieves.

The elder, with hair like crane feathers and skin like chicken, slender and small, wore an ill‑fitting oversized black robe; he was the fifth‑ranked Ink Shadow Thief, whose cultivation had reached the sixth level of Shen Tong, and the Ink Shadow Warship beneath them was his magical artifact.

He was also one of the only two thieves among the Forty Great Thieves who had not yet reached the Golden Core Realm but possessed a priceless treasure.

As the Ink Shadow Thief spoke, the other thieves cast curious glances toward the three top‑four thieves.

The Exterminating Immortal Thief said lightly, "When everyone has arrived, the elder sister will be here; then you will naturally know."

The thieves could only stand down and wait patiently.

As time passed, the thieves entered one by one through the openings in the mysterious mist surrounding the Ink Shadow Warship.

Chen Zheng, disguised as the Death Island Lord, also brought the Five Prisons King Cauldron onto the deck, stood in a corner, expressionless, and surveyed the many great thieves around him.

Many of the great thieves had high cultivation; most were at the third rank of divine abilities, and there were over ten at the fourth or fifth rank, equivalent to two cultivators of the Return to Unity realm like Ji Hui, numbers nearly matching the true‑transmission disciples of the Feather Ascension Sect.

Moreover, each thief possessed a mid‑grade or high‑grade treasure, and their wealth far exceeded that of ordinary Feather Ascension Sect disciples, truly worthy of outlaws who have been plundering at sea for years.

Especially the three top‑ranked thieves among the top four, whose internal magical power was concealed, could be seen by Chen Zheng; all three were stronger than Ling Xiao and Jia Lan.

The female Zhuxian thief among the three was comparable to Wan Luo; her life‑born Golden Core alone contained at least twenty‑plus kinds of divine abilities.

"If we could take all these great thieves in one fell swoop, I could instantly make a huge windfall and obtain dozens of divine abilities."

Chen Zheng thought silently, feeling a stir of ambition.

Yet he did not act; after the business was done, it would not be late to skim the oil from them.

While Chen Zheng was gauging the many great thieves, many of them were also staring at him.

To be precise, they were fixated on the Five Prisons King Cauldron behind him, greed unmistakable in their eyes, as if ready to pounce and snatch the artifact at any moment.

Only the top five thieves possessed supreme treasures; the Death Island Lord was only ranked thirty‑eighth, yet owned one, so it was no wonder the others were envious.

It was no different from a beggar walking the street with a golden bowl.

Fortunately at that moment, a pure girl with hollow eyes appeared on the deck—Fan Qingying.

"Salutations, chief."

The great thieves' spirits shivered; they quickly shifted their gaze from the Five Prisons King Cauldron and offered a bow to her.

Chen Zheng mimicked them and gave a bow as well.

Swish!

Fan Qingying ignored the crowd of great thieves, her hollow eyes fixed coldly on Chen Zheng as she said, "Tell me, why are you pretending to be the Death Island Lord?"

(End of chapter)