Chapter 154

The Great Tracking Technique is not highly ranked among the Three Thousand Great Dao and has no combat power.

But this technique has a unique aspect in the art of finding people; when cultivated to a certain degree, it can track others across boundless worlds, and even hiding at the ends of the earth is useless.

Even at the highest cultivation, even if the tracked target dies, their primordial spirit possesses another body, even reincarnates into the next life or the one after, they still cannot evade the tracking—truly in every lifetime they cannot escape.

Although Chen Zheng has never practiced his Great Tracking Technique since acquiring it, and it is far from the highest realm, once he employs it, it immediately senses the location of the person based on a trace of Ruyi Zi's aura that he previously captured on the Feather Ascension Heavenly Palace.

"In the north?"

He activated the True Demon Illusion Divine Path to go find it.

………

The border of the Great Xu Dynasty meets the Great Northern Ocean.

At this moment, within the clouds above the junction, two figures stand motionless, as if waiting for someone.

One is a middle‑aged man with prominent cheekbones and a grim hawk‑like face—Ruyi Zi.

The other is a youth dressed in a plain blue robe, resembling a modest scholar of the secular world—Hua Tiandu.

Ruyi Zi asked, "Tiandu, when you meet the Taiyi Sect Sect Master Tai Hun Tian this time, did you bring up the marriage proposal? Did you present the Panwu Great Strength Divine Skill as a betrothal gift?"

Hua Tiandu nodded, "I did. Tai Hun, in a short while he will hold a formal engagement ceremony for me and Yan Shuiyi, announce it to the world, and invite all sects to attend. Unfortunately Yan Shuiyi is not within the Taiyi Sect, so I couldn't cultivate a proper relationship with her."

Ruyi Zi chuckled, "Whether feelings are involved is irrelevant; once you obtain her body, you can conquer her heart."

Hua Tiandu wholeheartedly agreed, "Master, you are absolutely right; there is no woman in the world that I, Hua Tiandu, cannot conquer."

"I will not only conquer Yan Shuiyi, but also Feng Baiyu, forcing him to relinquish the sect‑master position."

"I will then open the Celestial Martial Treasury, obtain its treasures, especially the Arch‑God Key of the Panwu Immortal. Then I can dominate heaven and earth and restore the supreme glory of the ancient Panwu Immortal."

Hua Tiandu's demeanor was arrogant, as if he had reached the pinnacle and become the number one figure in the vast Xuanhuang World.

"What ambition!"

Ruyi Zi clapped his hands repeatedly, feeling greatly gratified, but then recalled something and said in a deep voice, "But before that, we must first eliminate Chen Zheng! Hmph, that useless Wan Luo died at Chen Zheng's hands; his Golden Core was taken, causing the Panwu Great Strength Divine Skill to be stolen by Chen Zheng. Otherwise he would never have such formidable power and could not have cultivated ninety‑nine divine skills."

"No problem."

Hua Tiandu, with a look of complete control, said, "The Panwu Great Strength Divine Skill I passed to Wan Luo was only the first seven layers. What can Chen Zheng do with it? He lacks the cultivation methods for the later two layers, so he can never perfect the technique nor enter the Shen Tong Mi Jing of Longevity. He may even go mad at the moment of advancement, causing the other ninety‑eight divine skills based on the Panwu Great Strength Divine Skill to go out of control and backfire, exploding his body and dying."

Ruyi Zi sneered and shook his head, "My four close friends have already rushed from beyond the realm and will arrive soon; Chen Zheng won't have to wait for the day he goes mad."

Many years ago, he traveled beyond the realm, befriended four like‑minded companions, swore brotherhood, and the five of them called themselves the Three Immortals and Two Elders, all being first‑tier Longevity giants of the Ten Thousand Ages.

However, Ruyi Zi is a member of the Feather Ascension Sect, while the other two Immortals and two Elders each occupy a star in the outer‑realm sky, commanding countless beings and are revered as ancestors.

To deal with Chen Zheng, he has already sent a message to those two Immortals and two Elders, explaining the situation and asking them to come to assist.

When the time comes, the five great Ten‑Thousand‑Age giants, together with Hua Tiandu, who is no weaker than them, will jointly activate the high‑grade Dao Artifact Great Wild Ancient Furnace; a single strike can blast Chen Zheng to pieces.

Even if Chen Zheng also possesses a high‑grade Dao Artifact Treasure Tower, he cannot withstand them.

Because a Dao Artifact not only requires formidable magical power but also must be infused with a crucial energy—pure Yang Qi—to unleash its true might.

If enough pure Yang Qi is present, it can even make the Dao Artifact go berserk, destroying heaven and earth, slashing stars, and crushing the Ten‑Thousand‑Age giants!

But how precious is pure Yang Qi?

Only giants of the Longevity Shen Tong Mi Jing, like them, can draw it from the void.

Chen Zheng is merely a modest Shen Tong Mi Jing; how could he possibly draw it?

Therefore, Chen Zheng could never possess pure Yang Qi and cannot unleash the Treasure Tower's power.

They are entirely different; five great Ten‑Thousand‑Age giants draw pure Yang Qi from the void to power the Great Wild Ancient Furnace—how could Chen Zheng possibly resist?

If Chen Zheng does not die, who will?

All these reasons explain why even many divine‑skill cultivators, even if they luckily obtain a Dao Artifact, find it nearly impossible to contend with the Ten‑Thousand‑Age giants.

"Indeed, Chen Zheng is doomed this time! …Hmm?"

Hua Tiandu naturally understood how crucial pure Yang Qi is to a Dao Artifact and wholeheartedly agreed with Ruyi Zi's words.

He was about to speak again when, as if sensing something, his eyes flickered and turned downward.

Below, on the sea surface, a massive, unrivaled cauldron was soaring at high speed.

The cauldron's walls rubbed against the air, sparking violently, forming a long fiery tail behind it, Boom—boom—explosion.

That cauldron below turned out to be the Five Prison King Cauldron that Chen Zheng originally sold to the Heavenly Dao Pavilion.

How did it end up here?

Behind the King Cauldron, dozens of relentless pursuers, all with fierce auras, wore Bagua purple‑gold Dao robes, clearly members of the Taiyi Sect's true‑line disciples.

"Fang Han, surrender immediately, hand over the demonic treasure Five Prison King Cauldron, bring it back for the Taiyi Sect to destroy, and then come with us to confess!"

"Fang Han, how dare you kill a true‑line disciple of my Taiyi Sect? Do you think, as Chen Zheng, you can temporarily escape the Taiyi Sect's retribution?"

"Senior sister Yan Shuiyi is training on the Great Northern Ocean; we have already informed her, and she will arrive soon. Then you will have nowhere to flee!"

Dozens of Taiyi Sect members pursued while shouting fiercely.

From their words it is clear that the one who commandeered the Five Prison King Cauldron to flee across the sea is Fang Han.

"So it was that little scoundrel Fang Han?"

In the sky, Hua Tiandu's complexion suddenly darkened, almost as if water would drip from his face; he turned to Ruyi Zi and said, "Master, I will go suppress Fang Han; I will be back as soon as I go."

A tiny Fang Han dares, just like Chen Zheng, to kill a true‑line disciple of the Taiyi Sect and damage the relationship between him and the Taiyi Sect.

It is simply outrageous!

It seems we no longer need to honor the three‑year pact; he must immediately capture Fang Han and hand him over to those Taiyi Sect disciples for punishment.

Moreover, those Taiyi Sect disciples said they have already informed Yan Shuiyi, which is perfect for letting her see his magnificent bearing and for this woman to deeply admire him.

He moved, chasing after Fang Han, who was already piloting the Five Prison King Cauldron toward the heavens.

Ruyi Zi, staying where he was, paid no mind to this trivial matter; his target was to eliminate Chen Zheng.

He waited quietly on the cloud layer.

Swish swish swish!

About half an incense stick's time later, four huge tornadoes suddenly tore open the heavenly firmament and descended from the sky.

When the tornadoes dissipated, three Daoists and an old woman appeared before Ruyizi.

The four were the Beautiful Beard Immortal, the Copper-Foot Immortal, the Dust-Wiping Old Man, and Lu Lan Po, who had sworn brotherhood with Ruyizi in the past.

Together with Ruyizi they were known as the Three Immortals and Two Elders.

As soon as the four descended, the old woman spoke in a gloomy voice: "Ruyizi, you summoned us to the Xuanhuang Grand World to deal with Chen Zheng's wretched spawn—where are the others?"

The old woman was thin and small, with crane-white hair and chicken-skin, holding an eagle-headed cane; black smoke swirled around her, emitting wails and howls, as if she had cultivated some vicious Demonic Cultivation.

She was Lu Lan Po.

As she spoke, the other three also turned their gazes to Ruyizi, their eyes filled with questioning.

They all wanted to know just what kind of person Chen Zheng was, to make Ruyizi so wary that she needed to summon them all together to exterminate him.

A mere Shentong Liu Chong cultivator, even if he luckily mastered ninety-nine arts, wouldn't be that formidable, would he?

Ruyizi furrowed his brows at the crowd: "Stay calm, don't be impatient; wait for my disciple Huatian to finish his business and return, then we will together refine his Primordial Ancient Furnace before slaying Chen Zheng, ensuring absolute safety."

Lu Lan Po licked her black lips, displeased: "Why go through all that trouble? He's just a petty wretch; just take me to him, and I guarantee I'll swallow him whole, flesh and bone."

Ruyizi furrowed his brows, wanting to advise again.

A disdainful sneer suddenly rang out: "Old thing, if you were a beautiful flower-like fairy, I wouldn't mind letting you swallow me. But you're old and ugly; even if you were thrown into the worst brothel of the mortal world, no one would dare lay a hand on you—not even the filthiest beggar would give you a second look."

Who!

The few people's expressions changed, they all turned their heads toward the sound, and saw at the horizon's end a tall youth stepping on empty air, approaching step by step.

Chen Zheng!

Ruyizi's pupils contracted sharply; he hurriedly sent a mental transmission to the four around him: "First follow me to find Huatian's disciple to borrow a top-grade Dao artifact, then we'll slay this person."

He had personally witnessed Chen Zheng easily suppressing Wang Daoling with the Ten Directions Five Elements Pagoda, knowing that even if his own mana surpassed Wang Daoling's and he had the Two Immortals and Two Elders assisting, it would still be difficult to slay Chen Zheng.

Moreover, at this very moment he saw that Chen Zheng had advanced again, reaching the Shentong Seventh Layer Golden Core Realm.

All the more difficult to deal with.

Alright.

The other two immortals and one elder, though feeling puzzled and not understanding why Ruyizi feared Chen Zheng so much, still heeded his words and prepared to leave with him.

But Lu Lan Po turned a deaf ear, lunging toward the direction from which Chen Zheng approached; her eyes burst with murderous light, causing the endless void to collapse, and she roared ferociously: "Kid, you're courting death!"

She had cultivated for eight thousand eons, ruling over billions of beings on Lu Lan Star; though her power could not compare to the Ten Immortal Gates of the Xuanhuang Grand World, she still dominated her region, usually receiving reverence and worship—when had she ever suffered such humiliation?

If she didn't torture Chen Zheng to death, how could she swallow this foul breath?

Boom—

As she flew past, she waved her eagle-headed staff; instantly black smoke shot forth, strands of black smoke dancing like poisonous dragons, intertwining, piercing vast expanses of void, covering tens of thousands of li, laying a heavenly net and earthly trap to bind Chen Zheng.

This eagle-headed staff is her low-grade Dao artifact, named the Heavenly Bird Staff, painstakingly refined over a thousand years to completion.

Old thing, you're the one courting death.

Chen Zheng snorted coldly, extended his long arm, his palm and fingers enlarging into a huge hand; with a light grasp he shattered the black smoke net that surged to cover the heavens and earth.

What?

Lu Lan Po's aged face showed disbelief; she wanted to withdraw, but then saw Chen Zheng's huge hand shift, covering the sky and blotting out the sun as it came down upon her.

Ah—

A miserable scream!

Lu Lan Po, together with her Heavenly Bird Staff, was directly slapped into a thin cake of fused metal and flesh; her primordial spirit hastily fled the cake, but Chen Zheng seized it and instantly crushed it.

(End of chapter)