Chapter 809

Wu Tie hid far behind the cloud mass.

He didn't dare use soul power, could only rely on his eyes, individually confirming the locations of all Xi tribe members near the ruins of Fuxi's Divine Capital.

He wanted to find an opportunity to rescue whoever he could.

Xi Bai and he were friends, Xi Wu Le was a decent person, plus those Xi tribe Elders, they got along well with Wu Tie; Wu Tie wasn't cold-blooded, so if he could save them, he certainly would.

Moreover, based on a faint clue obtained earlier from tortoise-shell divination, Wu Tie's attention focused on Bai Su Xin.

Pei Feng was captured, and this scoundrel has the most direct relation to it.

A thread of cause and effect in the dark directly linked to Bai Su Xin.

Just now Feng Rong introduced Bai Su Xin's identity to the senior members of the Four Ferocious Clans, and Wu Tie also heard clearly that Bai Su Xin was actually the current Mountain Chief of the White Lotus Palace.

"White Lotus Palace!"

Among Wu Tie's three corpse avatars, the fastest-flying Yin-Yang Daoist had already departed, flying with all his might toward the direction of Shenwu City.

Wu Tie directly tossed the Ten Directions Pestle he had won from Fan Kun in a bet into the lotus bud on the jade dish; that bud, which had swallowed the Fu Cha sword and fragments of the Holy Sword, eagerly swallowed the Ten Directions Pestle.

The pure glazed lamp, containing a parcel of supreme Buddha-land, was also tossed by Wu Tie into the bud.

The sword core won from Bai Lu, as well as that powerful scroll "Heaven Pillar Collapse", were likewise fed by Wu Tie to this bud.

Afterward Wu Tie swallowed the Karmic Fire Reincarnation Pill that Fan Kun had lost to him; a massive heat surged from his abdomen, his bones rang clang-clang as he gulped down the pill's tremendous medicinal power in one go, then his dark bones became even deeper in hue and burned fiercely.

Dark-colored flames scorched Wu Tie's body; he held the Bai Lu-lost Su Xin White Lotus Seed in his mouth and ignited it directly with his internal true fire.

The Su Xin White Lotus Seed is a secret treasure of the White Lotus Palace; when lit during cultivation, its fragrance can enhance one's connection to heaven, earth, and the universe a hundredfold, greatly accelerating the cultivation speed of Divine Realm practitioners.

In just a few breaths, Wu Tie exhausted all the treasures he had won from the previous gamble.

A wisp of fragrance permeated his whole body; Wu Tie felt his soul calm down, his whole body suffused with a lively glow of wisdom.

At that moment, Wu Tie seemed to clearly see the flow of the River of Time.

He could clearly see drop by drop of clear Water of Time drifting slowly past in the River of Time.

The Heaven and Earth Great Dao suddenly became exceedingly clear; Wu Tie's spirit was like a bright mirror, reflecting the mysteries of the whole heaven, earth, and universe. His divine fetus trembled; under the impetus of this tremendous heavenly force, his divine pagoda shrank strand by strand, turning into threads of flowing light that swiftly merged with his divine body.

Strands of Dao markings slowly spread across his divine body.

Wu Tie then produced the Buddhist relics he had seized from the Vajra Sumeru Seat formed by Fan Long and other disciples of the Red Lotus Temple in the recent battle.

The quality of these Buddhist relics naturally wasn't as good as the single genuine Buddha relic Fan Kun had previously produced as a stake; however, Wu Tie had seized over a thousand decent-quality Buddhist relics in that battle, and in terms of total energy stored, these relics amounted to several times that of the earlier genuine Buddha relic.

Wu Tie gulped down these Buddhist relics in one go.

He also took out the soul crystals condensed from the disc-shaped secret treasure after the fall of White Lotus Palace disciples such as Bai Wen and Bai Wu.

Gazing at the flawless, seven-colored light-emitting soul crystal in his hand, Wu Tie let out a soft sigh. He had already gathered many soul crystals refined from fallen Divine Realm cultivators.

All along, Wu Tie had felt an inexplicable taboo about these things, never considering using these forbidden objects.

After all, he had his own bottom line.

He did not want to be like You Ruo and them, recklessly harvesting cultivators for his own strength.

Such behavior made Wu Tie feel as if he were eating people, a sense of guilt.

But this time...

"It's you who provoked me first." Wu Tie muttered: "Don't blame me... whether it's Buddhist relics or the White Lotus Palace's soul crystals... the Buddha said, form is emptiness, emptiness is form; what difference do these things have from lingzhi or ginseng?"

"Mountains are mountains, waters are waters; mountains are not mountains, waters are not waters; mountains remain mountains, waters remain waters."

"After seeing through, breaking through, and realizing, mountains can become water, and water can become mountain."

"These things, all composed, are merely the Three Thousand Great Dao and the Eighty-Four Thousand side doors; they are nothing but a manifestation of heavenly-earth primal energy."

"This makes me feel much better. Although it's self-deception, my heart feels much more at ease."

Wu Tie ignited the soul crystal in his hand.

The vast, pure, flawless soul-origin power surged into Wu Tie's body, turning into a ball of soul flame, just like that mighty expert of the Wa tribe that day, using this flame to ignite the Buddhist relics he had swallowed.

Wave after wave of strange power spread within Wu Tie's body.

On Wu Tie's body, the slowly writhing Dao markings suddenly became lively, as if hibernating dragons and snakes were suddenly thrown into a scorching summer; the speed at which these Dao markings roamed increased a hundredfold.

Wu Tie sat cross-legged in the cloud mass, with Cang Hai Daoist and Wu Xing Daoist sitting beside him.

Above each of their heads rose a thin thread of cloud light, which transformed at about a zhang high into a patch of spirit cloud the size of a rush mat.

In the spirit cloud above Cang Hai Daoist's head, 108 Cang Hai God Pearls leapt and sparkled; amidst the rippling light, one could faintly see in the boundless world of uniform heavenly seas that 108 such seas were raising towering waves, and immense power continually poured into Cang Hai Daoist's body.

Wu Tie handed a few soul crystals to Cang Hai Daoist.

Cang Hai Daoist pondered a moment, gazing at the soul crystals in Wu Tie's hand and uttering a low "guilt", then he took the soul crystals and silently tossed them into the spirit cloud above his head.

The rush-mat-sized spirit cloud suddenly expanded to the size of a mu; the spirit cloud rolled and surged, quickly becoming dense. Gradually, the mist-like spirit cloud turned into water-like ripples, shining with a azure divine light.

Above Wu Xing Daoist's head, likewise within a rush-mat-sized spirit cloud, floated the nearly ten spiritual treasures he had refined before and after, including that ancient mulberry spiritual root from Chiyang Shen Shan, all suspended in the spirit cloud.

A small mountain transformed from Nine Heavens' Living Soil was grinding these treasures, crushing them bit by bit into the most primordial innate five-element power, then using the Nine Heavens' Living Soil as a template to evolve into a stronger, more miraculous innate five-element power.

If successful, Wu Xing Daoist's five-element origin would become as miraculous and powerful as the Nine Heavens' Living Soil; his strength would rapidly soar, and his myriad divine abilities and secret arts would evolve to an inconceivable degree.

However, these spiritual treasures themselves are overwhelmingly mighty; although the Nine Heavens' Living Soil is of extremely high grade, its quantity is still too few.

The pinch of Nine Heavens' Living Soil that Bai Lu lost to Wu Tie is probably not even as large as a leaf of that ancient mulberry spiritual root; trying to rely on that bit of Nine Heavens' Living Soil to wear down and refine the huge mulberry root... the difficulty is self-evident.

Wu Tie likewise handed a few soul crystals to Wu Xing Daoist.

Wu Xing Daoist didn't hesitate like Cang Hai Daoist; he bluntly took the soul crystals and said solemnly, "Excellent!"

The few soul crystals tossed by Wu Xing Daoist into the spirit cloud above his head caused the small mountain transformed from the Nine Heavens' Living Soil to blaze with light; instantly, the small mountain of a few zhang height turned into a towering mountain of ten thousand zhang, immediately shattering the innate jellyfish bottle Wu Tie had seized from the eastern ocean years ago.

"From today onward, no matter the means... swiftly cultivate the Primordial Classic." Wu Tie's face darkened, and he said word by word: "Old Master, I've had enough!"

Thinking of Pei Feng, whose whereabouts are now unknown, Wu Tie's heart burned like fire; boundless anger and resentment hammered his heart into ever harder ironstone.

The soul crystals left behind by the earlier Xuan Ming ancestors were also taken out by Wu Tie and swallowed in one gulp.

The soul fire grew ever fiercer; the over a thousand Buddhist relics burned faster and faster; Wu Tie's whole body flickered with a bewildering divine light and flame, countless Dao markings winding and spreading across his body, dyeing his form with bizarre colors, completely turning him into a mass of light, a mass of fire.

Wu Tie's divine fetus, tens of thousands of zhang tall, continually shrank; with each breath, his divine fetus reduced by about a millimeter.

The power of the shrinking Divine Fetus merged into the Divine Body; the Karmic Fire Samsara Pill was like a spark, igniting the Divine Soul Power that had merged into his body, making Wu Tie's Divine Body ever stronger and ever more terrifying.

The burning Divine Soul Crystals were such that a portion of their Divine Soul Origin Power was absorbed by Wu Tie's Divine Fetus.

The constantly shrinking Divine Fetus also constantly expanded.

Shrinking, expanding, Wu Tie's Divine Fetus was like breathing. Inside his Divine Fetus, a lively flame gradually lit up.

Wu Tie waved his hand, and the illusory soul attached to Xi Yang that had been given to his three Supreme Divine Artifacts was carefully taken out by him.

One skull crown, one black magic mirror, one large sickle.

The three Supreme Divine Artifacts, entwined with black aura and exuding boundless eerie qi, when the illusory soul took part in the gamble, the illusory soul actively erased the soul imprint he had engraved inside them; the three Supreme Divine Artifacts are now ownerless emptiness.

Wu Tie's Divine Fetus released three mighty streams of Divine Soul Power, like a flood simultaneously pouring into the three Supreme Divine Artifacts.

Inside the three Supreme Divine Artifacts sounded a strange groan—greedy, evil, twisted, ferocious……They frenziedly devoured the Divine Soul Power Wu Tie sent in, constantly roaring at Wu Tie, demanding he pour in more Divine Soul Power before they would acknowledge him as their master.

These three Supreme Divine Artifacts, greedy and evil, as long as they are fed enough Divine Soul Power, they are typical: whoever nurses them is their mother; give them meat and they acknowledge a master, regardless of whether Wu Tie is a member of the Dark Soul Divine Clan.

Divine Soul Power……Wu Tie gave a cold smile.

Earlier, in the bitter battle, the Wu family's grand formation and Feng Shang's Forbidden Army grand formation collided madly; over 400,000 Sui Chao Forbidden Army troops suffered casualties, and they……were all refined into Divine Soul Crystals.

Moreover, not to mention, in the earlier war against the Snowy Plains Barbarian Tribe, Wu Tie also collected how many Divine Realm Divine Soul Crystals.

At this moment, Wu Tie, without hesitation, burned those Divine Soul Crystals chunk by chunk, continuously pouring his own Divine Soul Power into the three Supreme Divine Artifacts.

The three Supreme Divine Artifacts emitted a satisfied Divine Soul ripple; they gradually opened their artifact cores, allowing Wu Tie to imprint layer upon layer of his own Divine Soul mark upon them.

The cores of the three Supreme Divine Artifacts are extraordinarily complex, with tens of thousands of layers inside and out.

The previous illusory soul had only etched about ten layers of imprint, barely able to borrow the power of these three Supreme Divine Artifacts.

As Wu Tie 'generously' burned chunk after chunk of Divine Soul Crystals, his Divine Soul imprint swiftly penetrated deeper—one thousand layers, two thousand layers, three thousand layers……Soon, Wu Tie's Divine Soul imprint reached the deepest part of the three Supreme Divine Artifacts.

This is the deepest core that even the Dark Soul Divine Clan's God King has never reached.

Soon, Wu Tie will become the true master of these three Supreme Divine Artifacts, fully controlling them.

And the three Supreme Divine Artifacts are quite pleased with Wu Tie as such a generous master; they even actively operate their own power, cooperating with Wu Tie to fully control themselves.

Just as Wu Tie was sharpening his spear before battle, improving his strength by any means, Feng Rong had already had people summon the high-ranking leaders of all tribes present.

The Fuxi Divine Kingdom sent down a vast number of earthly tribes, many peoples; trying to pick them out from the crowds filling mountains and valleys is truly a hassle. Especially, when the Sui Chao Forbidden Army makes arrests, there is always someone who rises up in resistance.

The resistance may be weak and ineffective, but it also creates a great hindrance for the Sui Chao Forbidden Army.

After much tossing and turning, from late night until broad daylight, before Feng Rong stood tens of thousands of tribe chiefs and elders numbering in the hundreds of thousands, finally forced to stand in a disordered formation.

Feng Rong laughed and clapped his hands: 'Alright, pledge of allegiance, pledge of allegiance……Come, each of you chop this……this fellow, what's his name? Ah, Xi Wu Le……'

Feng Rong laughed and nodded toward Chouwu Ni; just now it was Chouwu Ni who spoke the name Xi Wu Le.

'Come, each of you slash him with a stab, hack him with a sword……Then swear allegiance to this king. Those who do so will enjoy riches and honor; those who don't……heh, half of your clansmen, and even you yourselves, are as good as dead.'

Feng Rong laughed brightly.

But his laughter still echoed in the wind; behind his fleet, countless dense red lights as thick as a bowl's mouth came flying.

In the Three Kingdoms region where Wu Tie resides, the former strongest battleship main cannon, with a casual shot, would blast out a pillar of light a hundred zhang thick; the cannon's power is roughly comparable to a full-force strike of an ordinary Embryonic Storage realm peak.

But these red lights, as thick as a bowl's mouth, were so tiny yet their power was incredibly condensed; a single strike's power could rival that of an ordinary human god.

The red light struck a large batch of warships under Feng Rong's command; the hundred-zhang-long warships violently trembled, a thin egg-shaped light shield appeared, desperately resisting the red light's erosion.

After a breath, the light shield was pierced by the red light, and over ten thousand warships under Feng Rong's command were instantly destroyed, exactly ten thousand of them. A huge explosion engulfed the troops under Feng Rong's command, and masses of inferior god soldiers turned to ashes in the firelight.

In just a moment, half of Feng Rong's million-strong elite troops were casualties, with only a few tens of thousands of intact soldiers fleeing the attack in disarray.

Feng Rong, his officers, the envoys sent by the monarch, and the senior members of White Lotus Palace under Bai Su Xin all turned their heads in extreme anger.

Behind them, exactly ten thousand standard warships of the Flame Dynasty, each a hundred zhang long, were slowly approaching from that direction.

Feng Shang stood on the bow of the largest thousand-zhang flagship, pointing at Feng Rong with a startled expression and exclaimed: "Big brother, is it you? Oh, I saw our fleet surrounded by these native barbarians and thought some brother had fallen into an ambush. I'm anxious, I'm worried, fearing something might happen to my brother… so I ordered the attack… I hope I didn't hurt you?"

Feng Rong stared blankly at Feng Shang's sincere smile, and all his thousands of words burst out in one sentence: "You damn… are you blind?"

Feng Shang's smile instantly changed; he pointed at Feng Rong and shouted sternly: "Feng Rong, say that again? Say that again?"