Chapter 226: with translation of title

Boom—

Yuan Zhenhong flew into a rage; his body's hair, like steel needles, sprang up, his aura shattered heaven and earth, sweeping all directions, blasting vast swaths of star systems into powder.

Within the Taiyuan Immortal Mansion, many external realms contain the dangerous grand formations set up long ago by the Taiyuan Immortal Venerable to keep outsiders from stealing treasures.

Some of these formations are so powerful they can trap and even slay Heavenly Immortals.

Today Yuan Zhenhong led the Divine Ape Sect's demons here to search for treasures; after great effort he broke through dozens of killing formations, yet gained nothing—not even a single hair in those universes.

After great difficulty he entered this universe and saw a treasure vault, but it was empty inside—clearly someone had gotten there first, making him furious.

Moreover, he is pressed for time; after searching the Taiyuan Immortal Mansion for treasure, he must go to the spacetime tides outside the Profound Yellow Great World to locate the Heavenly Martial Treasury and enter it to retrieve the treasures stolen from him long ago.

In the early primordial era, when he was only a Void Immortal, he once fought the not-yet-grown Panwu Immortal Venerable, was defeated, and his personal treasure, the Ape Demon Mixed Divine Staff, was taken and later placed inside the Heavenly Martial Treasury by him.

Though this staff is now useless to him, it holds great symbolic meaning; he must recover it, signifying that although he once lost to the Panwu Immortal Venerable, he ultimately prevailed.

Because he laughed last.

Only the one who survives is truly strong.

"Elder brother, calm down; let's first see who dares steal our treasures, then drag him out and slaughter him."

Beside the lofty throne where Yuan Zhenhong sat, a youth with long eyebrows and a jade‑like face stepped forward to make the suggestion.

The youth's true form is also a primordial ferocious ape; he is Yuan Zhenhong's younger brother, Yuan Wushuang, and the vice‑sect master of the Divine Ape Sect.

He wields a spear as if forged of gold; its tip flickers with cold light, tearing and distorting space, a supreme Dao artifact far surpassing the Boundless Sands and the Feather‑Transformation Heavenly Palace, named the Blazing Sun Golden Spear, which has survived the Immortal Realm's heavenly tribulation.

"Hmph, I'd like to see just which clueless thing this is." Yuan Zhenhong gave a cold smile and restrained his aura.

Whoosh!

He extended his furry giant hand, pointed at the treasure vault, and the power of time enveloped the area, rewinding to show everyone what had happened: Chen Zheng previously gathering the billions of treasures inside the vault, along with a set of the Double Splendor Heavenly Drum grand formation.

But in the image Chen Zheng's figure is blurred, his face shrouded in darkness, tall and mysterious, making it impossible to tell who he is.

"Huh?"

In Yuan Zhenhong's blood‑sea‑like eyes, red light blazed, trying to pierce the darkness on Chen Zheng's face to see his true visage, but it remained unclear.

Moreover, the Chen Zheng in the image seemed to sense being watched; he suddenly lifted his gaze, his pupils glowing cold and deep, terrifyingly chilly.

"How terrifying—just who is that person?"

Above the flood, every demon of the Divine Ape Sect felt a faint chill, as if their souls were being tugged into Chen Zheng's eyes.

"It's him… definitely him; only he in the world could be so extraordinary, and he actually entered the Taiyuan Immortal Mansion!"

Among the Divine Ape Sect's demons, a little girl turned deathly pale, as if she recognized Chen Zheng in the image.

She is even smaller than the artifact spirit Chan Nan of Thunderbolt City, looking only two or three years old, with two horn‑like braids tied with red cords on her tiny head, like a silkworm baby.

Don't let her size fool you—she is actually a thousand‑year‑old demon peer of Feng Baiyu, the sect master of the Silkworm Sect, one of the Five Demon Dao Sects, possessing cultivation at the fourth level of the Longevity Celestial Light realm.

She actually defected to the Divine Ape Sect?

Quite normal; the various major sects of the Profound Yellow Great World are panic‑stricken, fearing the divine race like tigers, knowing they cannot withstand the impending calamity, so they either flee to foreign realms or seek a backer, hoping to stay safe.

The Silkworm Sect, while fleeing to foreign realms, encountered the Divine Ape Sect's experts rushing toward the Profound Yellow Great World and was subdued by them.

The other four of the Five Demon Dao Sects fared likewise.

Fortunately, both sides are demons and share a bond of incense; the Divine Ape Sect did not press them hard, merely making them honorary guides to seek the Heavenly Martial Treasury and the Taiyuan Immortal Mansion, promising that after they earn merit they would not mind granting them a chance to become vassals of the Divine Ape Sect.

"Do you know that person? Tell me, who is he?" Yuan Zhenhong's gaze fell upon the Silkworm Sect's matriarch as he looked down and asked.

"He is Chen Zheng, the number one demon of our Profound Yellow Great World! He kills like hemp, casually exterminating whole clans. He may have sensed our spying and is now rushing here; we must leave quickly, or it'll be too late!" someone shouted in a trembling voice, very uneasy.

It wasn't the Silkworm Sect's matriarch.

But a middle‑aged man in black clothes with a head of purple hair, the sect master of the Demon God Sect, Xing Wuchen; the Seven‑Slaughter Gourd that Chen Zheng seized from the little true person Wang Molin of Heavenly Wolf was cultivated by him.

"Chen Zheng? The number one demon? How impressive is he? Compared to your Demonic Path's Seven Veins' so‑called first demon emperor, could he even take a single thrust of my spear and not die?"

Yuan Wushuang snorted contemptuously, looked down on Xing Wuchen, his eyes full of arrogance.

The Blazing Sun Golden Spear sensed Yuan Wushuang's intent, quivering with eagerness, as if it wanted to thrust once and kill Chen Zheng.

All the cultivators of the Profound Yellow Great World have big names—either some great emperor or some triple sage—but who is worth his notice?

At most they're just a few big cats and small cats.

Even the Supreme Imperial Heaven and the exquisite Immortal Venerable Linglong could not be a match for his elder brother Yuan Zhenhong, let alone someone he's never even heard of, Chen Zheng.

He need not have his elder brother act; he alone is enough to slay Chen Zheng.

"You… you dare to disparage Chen Zheng? You're courting death—you've invited disaster."

Seeing Yuan Wushuang's utter ignorance of heaven and earth, the Silkworm Sect's matriarch and Xing Wuchen turned pale, recoiling like frightened rabbits, and in an instant fled from the demon crowd.

The two actually fled in panic.

"Quick, let's flee too!"

"Once Chen Zheng arrives, we must absolutely not let him see us mingling with the Divine Ape Sect members who bad‑mouthed him; we absolutely cannot."

Many members of the Five Demon Dao Sects panicked, following the two sect masters in headlong flight, fearing that when the Divine Ape Sect is slain by Chen Zheng, demon blood will spatter onto them.

Who among them doesn't know Chen Zheng's temperament?

The Feather‑Transformation Sect, the Blood‑Shadow Demon Sect, Wan Gui Immortal Island, and even the number‑one Taiyi Sect—these powers have all offended Chen Zheng before and almost none ended well; the Divine Ape Sect is likely no exception.

And the Five Demon Dao Sects appear to be colluding with the Divine Ape Sect; if they do not promptly draw a clear line, they too will likely fall victim to Chen Zheng's wrath.

"Just what kind of divine being is this Chen Zheng, that he makes these people so fearful? Is he truly this formidable, able to match me?"

Yuan Zhenhong watched the Five Demon Dao Sect members flee the demon horde, feeling a sense of absurdity.

He furrowed his brows, searching his mind for any information on Chen Zheng, but found nothing at all.

High‑level cultivators measure a single practice session in tens of thousands of years, yet Chen Zheng's rise has taken barely a year; apart from the people of the Profound Yellow Great World, or the treasure's master and Chen Zheng's enemies who have deliberately investigated him, hardly anyone in other great worlds knows of his existence.

Yuan Zhenhong did not realize that Chen Zheng, too, is subject to ordinary human feelings.

"You've only just submitted to my Divine Ape Sect, with no merit yet, and you dare to defect—do you really want to die?" Seeing the Five Demon Dao Sect members about to flee, Yuan Wushuang's face turned icy.

He waved his hand, and divine chains forged from regulations shot from his palm, arriving ahead of the fleeing ones, binding the Silkworm Sect's matriarch and the others tightly, hauling them back onto the flood where they crashed in a heap.

"Wait till I kill Chen Zheng with one spear thrust, then I'll slowly dispose of you trash." He looked down on everyone and snorted coldly.

"You foolish red‑buttocked monkey, daring to say you'll stab me—you're practically begging for death." An icy voice suddenly rang out, like a supreme true demon judging the gods.

"Who dares to insult me!"

Yuan Wuxiang flared up in anger, followed the sound to its source, and saw in the distance a tall figure striding steadily, stepping on endless stars—it was Chen Zheng.

"Immortal Venerable Chen, don't misunderstand—we of the Five Demonic Dao Sects have no intention of being your enemy!"

"Immortal Venerable, we have nothing to do with the Divine Ape Sect!"

Having just climbed to their feet, the Silkworm Empress and Xing Wuchen trembled all over and shouted in panic.

Chen Zheng ignored them, his eyes fixed only on the Divine Ape Sect members, especially Yuan Zhenhong on the throne.

"You're Chen Zheng? You're too arrogant—don't you know that misfortune comes from the mouth?"

Yuan Wuxiang's eyes blazed with raging fury; his Liao Ri Golden Spear erupted with boundless golden light, seeking to pierce Chen Zheng—the one who dared call him a red‑buttocked monkey—through and through, pinning him on the spear.

But Chen Zheng was faster; before the spear could even be lifted, he already extended his slender finger and pointed at Yuan Wuxiang's brow from an unknown distance of countless light‑years away.

This finger seemed light and insubstantial, with no visible phenomenon, yet it pierced heaven and earth, unbelievably swift—like a heavenly monarch hurling a world‑destroying spear, unmatchable and unstoppable.

"How can he be this powerful? I'm a Void Immortal!" Yuan Wuxiang was shocked to the point of despair, unable to muster any anger.

At the instant Chen Zheng's finger pointed, he felt his body and soul crumbling inch by inch, all vitality vanishing completely.

It was as if his path had been severed by that finger, leaving no future, and he was about to be utterly annihilated between heaven and earth.

No!

He wanted to shout, calling for his elder brother's rescue, certain his brother could slay Chen Zheng and save him.

But he couldn't utter a word; only a last thread of will remained, struggling in fear, hoping to survive.

"No one in heaven or earth can move my brother!" Fortunately, at that moment a earth‑shaking roar rang out, shaking the universe.

Yuan Wuxiang rejoiced—that was Yuan Zhenhong's voice!

Yuan Zhenhong had at some point risen from the throne, his towering frame reaching deep into the cosmos, level with the azure heavens; his scarlet eyes rivaled two galaxies, fierce and world‑shaking, his body clad in an ancient bronze mail, his feet shod in golden sky‑striding boots, and his head crowned with a purple‑gold cap.

"The golden monkey lifts the thousand‑jin staff, clearing the jade realm of myriad dust!"

Yuan Zhenhong's aura swallowed the eight wastes; with a grasp he summoned a heavenly‑pillar‑like mixed‑iron great staff, sweeping the cosmos, and brought it down with a vicious strike.

Boom—

The heavens and earth changed color!

Innumerable sands of the Ganges‑like spacetime collapsed, millions of galaxies fell like rain, the universe plunged into chaos, devoid of color—only Yuan Zhenhong's staff endured immortal, cleaving heaven and earth, shattering primordial chaos, sinking the heavens, racing straight for Chen Zheng.

"Not weak."

Chen Zheng lifted his head to gaze at the staff Yuan Zhenhong swung at him, his face unrippled, merely giving a faint nod.

Yuan Zhenhong's strength far exceeds that of the Ultimate Martial God; even an ordinary newcomer to the Heavenly Immortal realm is no match for him.

But compared to him, it's not worth a look.

Having absorbed the creative essence from the fragments brought back by his doppelgängers, he now possessed the power of three Heavenly Immortals, needing no separation or recombination to be hardly inferior to Yuan Zhenhong.

After merging his doppelgängers, slaying his opponent became even easier.

Thus, in an instant he used the word "fen" to split into fourteen doppelgängers, then merged all of them with his true body, instantly attaining the strength of forty‑five Heavenly Immortals.

At the same time a hand shot out, expanding, expanding, expanding until it became a colossal palm tens of billions of light‑years in diameter, its interior a black‑like sea of tribulation that surged endlessly, waves rolling without cease.

Boom—

He thrust his arm upward, as if a supreme true demon lifted the primordial chaos with a single hand, grasping the wheel of fate, and seized the descending mixed‑iron staff; a slight pinch of his five fingers let the tribulation water in his palm corrode the staff until it was nearly split in two, like broken copper and rotten iron.

"How… how is this possible?" Yuan Zhenhong gasped, his heart and liver nearly leaping out.

Know that this staff is extraordinary; after Panwu Immortal Venerable seized his Yuan‑Moe Hun‑God Staff, lacking a suitable treasure, he bitterly begged for ascension, and the ancient violent ape senior of the immortal realm bestowed it upon him—an immortal artifact he named the Yuan‑Moe Hun‑God Staff.

Though this staff is merely the lowest grade of immortal artifact, it is not something ordinary people can destroy—much less Chen Zheng, who handled it as easily as tofu, nearly snapping it in half.

Just what cultivation level does this person possess?

Too terrifying!

Yuan Zhenhong's courage fled; he discarded the immortal artifact staff, hastily letting go and fleeing in panic.

Chen Zheng is practically inhuman, impossible to oppose.

His brother cannot be saved.

Yuan Wuxiang can only hope for the best.

His speed was no slow— in the blink of an eye he left this universe and entered another.

But he is no Sun Wukong; how could he escape Chen Zheng's palm?

Bang!

Chen Zheng's giant hand shot out, traversing countless star systems in an instant, entering another universe, arriving directly above Yuan Zhenhong's head, and in his fearful gaze slammed down, flattening him into a huge meat patty.

"Ah, even Panwu Immortal Venerable couldn't kill me back then—how can you kill me? I refuse to accept this…"

Blood and water spurted from the meat patty, triggering a great flood in the universe; from within came unwilling roars, frigid writhing, striving to revert to ape form and fight again.

But Yuan Zhenhong had no chance left—Chen Zheng's great hand seized him like a fish.

A blaze of true fire ignited, and in an instant he was refined away.

"Big… big brother is dead?" (End of chapter)