Chapter 792: The Power of a Thousand Transformations

The speed at which the changes in this current battle are occurring is truly dizzying.

At first, the monarch and subject Yang Pan and Hong Xuanji devised a scheme, having the Sword Saint Gongyang Yu, who had already reached the Human Immortal realm, and dozens of Martial Saint powerhouses hold back the Haotian Golden Chapter. Afterward, the two of them piloted the largely repaired Artifact of Creation, crashing toward the Fire Luo Imperial Palace, intending to smash Yu Liancheng and his subordinates into smithereens.

Although this scheme was simple, it was undoubtedly very effective.

Although the Artifact of Creation was not fully repaired, it was still a King of Divine Artifacts; without the protection of another Human Immortal expert with materialized fist intent, Yu Liancheng should have been certain to die.

Yet, one surprise after another followed.

First, the Tathagata Monk's Robe and the Ancient Gate of Life and Death blocked the first collision of the Artifact of Creation.

Immediately following that, Yu Liancheng's strength surged forward unexpectedly, resulting in a mutual defeat with the Artifact of Creation.

Logically speaking, as long as one has not reached the realm of a Yang God or Shattering the Vacuum, or possesses a King of Divine Artifacts of the same level, it is absolutely impossible to damage the Artifact of Creation. And this Champion Marquis definitely did not have this level of strength more than three years ago; he was even far from materialized fist intent. Yet, in just over three years, he surged forward to reach a level approaching Shattering the Vacuum—it is simply incredible.

Then, the Supreme Dao leader Meng Shenji appeared with the Eternal Kingdom, violently crashing into the Artifact of Creation, causing the Artifact of Creation to lose half of its hull, and carrying away the lost hull to Escape.

Finally, the Haotian Golden Chapter appeared.

The series of sudden changes left the Qian Emperor Yang Pan's heart surging; he took a few deep breaths and finally regained his calm.

At least, that is how it appeared.

He looked at Yu Liancheng with cold eyes: "Yang An, you actually collaborated with Meng Shenji?! The Supreme Dao is the great enemy of all dynasties; emperors of every generation have wished to eliminate them as quickly as possible. Even if you could sit in my current position in the future, the Supreme Dao would spare no effort to assassinate you. You let him obtain the hull to repair the Eternal Kingdom; in the future, you will only be asking for trouble."

Yang An—this is the name the Champion Marquis should have had.

And this name also represents the blood-thicker-than-water father-son relationship between the two.

As for the words regarding the Supreme Dao, it was clearly to sow discord and disturb Yu Liancheng's mind.

"Yang An? That name doesn't sound good; you had better call me Yu Liancheng." Yu Liancheng smiled slightly: "As for Meng Shenji, first of all, I did not unite with him. I only sensed him lurking in the void, wanting to reap the benefits while the snipe and clam fought; he succeeded. Furthermore, you were the ones who joined forces with Meng Shenji in the beginning to destroy the Great Zen Temple."

Yang Pan narrowed his eyes: "In that case, if Meng Shenji hadn't suddenly appeared, you would already be dead, and all your subordinates and harem would have been wiped out in that final collision."

Yu Liancheng gave a long, light sigh: "When strength reaches your level and mine, the temperament is as firm as a rock in the ocean, and it cannot be shaken by any words; why must you waste your breath? Winners are kings and losers are bandits; you can be considered a hero of your generation, why refuse to admit your own failure?"

A murderous intent leaked from Yang Pan's eyes, and he coldly spat out two words: "Rebellious, son!"

Boom—!!

Just at this moment, the remaining hull of the Artifact of Creation shook violently, and a runic pattern resembling a dragon and snake, a bird and wind, a tortoise and turtle, and an elephant and rhinoceros suddenly lit up on the hull. This pattern was incomparably huge, a full twenty mu in size. Although there were damaged areas on the pattern, it still gave off an extremely powerful pressure, as if it were an exotic beast that had traveled from ancient times.

The pattern suddenly spewed out a radiance, enveloping Yu Liancheng.

The power of this radiance was overwhelming, almost comparable to the desperate Daoist technique unleashed by a seven-time Thunder Tribulation expert shattering all their thoughts, like a Divine Sword piercing the sky.

"Be careful, this is the Langxiao Ten Thousand Spirit Qi."

Below, Heavenly Dragon Dao leader Ao Luan said; she had also defected to Yu Liancheng's command, and her strength was infinitely close to a Creator.

The strongest, simplest, and most brutal attack of the Artifact of Creation is a direct collision. But this does not mean that this King of Divine Artifacts has no other methods of attack.

For example, the Langxiao Ten Thousand Spirit Qi.

Clearly, the Langxiao Ten Thousand Spirit Qi is very strong, otherwise it would not have shocked the Heavenly Dragon Dao leader, an expert close to a Creator, into losing her composure.

Yu Liancheng's expression was calm; he condensed a giant palm in the void. The palm appeared reddish-gold, and an incomparably noble aura emerged. Amidst a loud "Boom—" sound, he directly slapped away the descending Langxiao Ten Thousand Spirit Qi.

But after slapping away the Langxiao Ten Thousand Spirit Qi, the remnants of the Artifact of Creation and the two men, Yang Pan and Hong Xuanji, had already disappeared.

It turned out that they had released the Langxiao Ten Thousand Spirit Qi earlier to blind people's eyes and ears, giving them time to escape.

"Hmph, wanting to run!?" Yu Liancheng flicked his sleeve, and the already cracked Ancient Gate of Life and Death appeared. Tentacles that seemed invisible reached out from the Gate of Life and Death into the void, sensing the waves that had not yet subsided. Afterward, choosing a direction, Yu Liancheng also entered the void to pursue Yang Pan and Hong Xuanji.

Void turbulence.

On the dilapidated Artifact of Creation.

"Your Majesty, you go first." Hong Xuanji said with a solemn expression: "The remaining Artifact of Creation cannot hide the fluctuations caused by traversing the void. The Champion Marquis has the spatial divine artifact, the Gate of Creation; he will catch up sooner or later. The Champion Marquis likely has the strength of a Thousand Transformations, and he is not far from Shattering the Vacuum. Plus that peak Human Immortal, and magic treasures like the Ancient Gate of Life and Death and the Tathagata Kasaya, we are no match... I and the remaining Artifact of Creation will try our best to buy time for Your Majesty..."

How could Yang Pan not know the current situation? Hong Xuanji was going to use his life to block Yu Liancheng's pursuit.

He was slightly moved, and a touch of emotion welled up in his heart.

But the next moment, a look of determination rose on his face.

"Xuanji, I leave this place to you."

Yang Pan detached from the dilapidated Artifact of Creation and flew toward another part of the void turbulence without hesitation.

He naturally understood one principle: as long as the green hills remain, one need not worry about firewood.

Even if this battle was a crushing defeat, he, Yang Pan, was still the Great Gan Emperor and had countless resources he could mobilize.

Soon, Yang Pan disappeared.

Before long, Yu Liancheng and the Haotian Golden Chapter stood in front of the dilapidated Artifact of Creation.

"Yang Pan escaped?" Yu Liancheng scanned the area; not seeing Yang Pan, he couldn't help but frown slightly.

"Yang An, you traitorous subject who wants to kill your sovereign and father..." Hong Xuanji's hair and beard stood on end, his anger uncontrollable.

Boom—!!

However, before he could finish speaking, the Haotian Golden Chapter had already struck.

In this instant, the blood within the Haotian Golden Chapter's body boiled and surged violently, and his masculine, vast Qi and Blood soared into the sky. The moment he threw a punch, the joints of his entire body rattled, each sound like the explosion of an ancient star. Boom! Boom—! Boom—!! The sound waves exploded, rolling and crisscrossing; the surrounding heaven and earth became hazy, as if the sun and moon were collapsing.

He had integrated the Yuan Qi Shen's Three Realms Yuan Qi Cannon into his own Martial Dao.

Every time his joints rattled, it was equivalent to one Three Realms Yuan Qi Cannon.

And the power of twenty or so Three Realms Yuan Qi Cannons superimposed together, accompanied by this punch from the Haotian Golden Chapter, was terrifying to the extreme.

This punch struck directly onto the remaining Artifact of Creation.

Boom—!

Boom—!!

How could the already dilapidated Artifact of Creation withstand such a violent blow? Amidst the sound of thunderous explosions, it continuously disintegrated, and pieces of the hull fell like stars, only to fall into the illusionary gate that had opened below. These were, after all, fragments of a King of Divine Artifacts; their value was infinite, so they were naturally worth collecting.

"You deal with Hong Xuanji; I will go find my father." Yu Liancheng glanced at the Haotian Golden Chapter and flew toward a certain direction in the void turbulence.

"Don't even think about it!!"

Amidst the roars, a giant wheel suddenly propped itself up in the sky above the turbulent void.

Wearing the Imperial Heaven Primordial Dragon Armor, Hong Xuanji transformed into the appearance of a dragon-headed human, his Martial Dao fist intent filling the heavens and earth.

At this moment, he was a God-King who grasped the life and death of the heavens and the annihilation of all things.

At this moment, Hong Xuanji actually erupted with the strength of Fleshly Derivation.

This Son of the Great Thousand is indeed extraordinary.

More than three years ago, before suffering setbacks from Yu Liancheng, he was merely a Peak Martial Saint.

Yet once he broke through to become a Human Immortal, his cultivation advanced by leaps and bounds, and in these three years, he obtained many fortuitous encounters and even heavenly treasures. Coupled with the Imperial Heaven Primordial Dragon Armor on his body, he actually erupted with the strength of Fleshly Derivation in a desperate situation. This realm of Fleshly Derivation is almost equivalent to the Ninth Thunder Tribulation.

The so-called Fleshly Derivation is when one's fine dust is immortal, capable of manifesting billions of incarnations, and regenerating from a single drop of blood; one can separate flesh and blood to develop into an independent individual.

Of course, regenerating from a single drop of blood requires massive accumulation; it is not a matter of a single moment, but this is already close to immortality.

It is a pity, however, that the person standing before the Champion Marquis is even stronger.

Haotian Jinzhang pushed out a palm, and his vast Qi and Blood condensed into a giant hand, booming as it blocked the incoming Heavens Life and Death Wheel.

Yet Yu Liancheng paid absolutely no attention to this battle; following the fluctuations sensed by the Ancient Rakshasa Gate, he went directly to pursue Yang Pan.

If Yang Pan had remained in command within Yujing City, it would indeed have been somewhat troublesome for Yu Liancheng to deal with him; after all, he could not kill a monarch in full view of the public.

This is a once-in-a-thousand-years opportunity.

Seeing Yu Liancheng depart, Hong Xuanji appeared as if mad, his fists continuously bombarding outward, one Heavens Life and Death Wheel after another appearing and spinning incessantly. But the Haotian Jinzhang standing before Hong Xuanji was like a high wall that could never be broken; no matter how Hong Xuanji bombarded it, he could not break through the other's defense.

"Is your Heavens Life and Death Wheel only capable of this?"

"It truly disappoints me!"

A moment later, Haotian Jinzhang shook his head in disappointment and sighed: "You can abandon your wife, children, and power, yet you alone cannot let go of Yang Pan. He represents your Three Bonds and Five Constants, and represents your highest philosophy. But you do not understand that the set of Neo-Confucianism is ultimately a Dao of ruthlessness, using a ruthless and stern order to regulate everything and maintain its operation."

"You cannot achieve true ruthlessness."

"Therefore, you can only be defeated!!"

A breath that made the high heavens tremble and the universe shatter appeared. One saw the body of Haotian Jinzhang continuously growing larger and rising. The originally tall and burly figure, amidst rumbling sounds, grew larger, reaching a height of several thousand, tens of thousands of feet. He stood across the void. The entire turbulent void seemed to be trembling because of his existence.

His eyes were like suspended suns and moons.

The breath he exhaled was like a violent hurricane.

With a casual movement, he could Move Mountains and fill seas.

This was Haotian Jinzhang growing larger in the true sense.

It was not an illusion, nor was it caused by some mysterious energy.

This is the physical body reaching its limit; this is the power of Thousand Transformations.

Even a prosperous capital like Yujing City would be destroyed by a casual palm strike from him.

Sometimes, big simply means strong.

And now, this giant hand reached out toward Hong Xuanji, blotting out the sky and sun. The violent wind stirred up just by his reaching out was more formidable than a Thunder Tribulation.

As long as he wished, he could even use mountains and rivers as weapons in the true sense.

Even as strong as Hong Xuanji was, he could not help but feel a sense of panic at this moment. But in the blink of an eye, it was suppressed.

Amidst roars, Hong Xuanji frantically drove the Heavens Life and Death Wheel to meet this giant beast. To an outside observer, this action was no different from a mantis trying to stop a chariot or an ant shaking a tree.

The giant palm pressed down from the void, the wheel seal shattered instantly, and even patches of space collapsed into black holes, with countless space fragments exploding outward. The sound waves and air currents stirred up had already spread for hundreds or even thousands of miles, and the space was trembling, shattering, and wailing violently.

Hong Xuanji's wheel seal shattered, blood gushed from his mouth, and looking at the descending giant hand, he had already fallen into the deepest despair.

"I hate."

"I hate this!!"

Hong Xuanji roared madly in his heart, but it was of no use.

"Stop!!" Just at this moment, a magnificent, great voice descended from the high heavens. Accompanying it was an ancient aura that seemed to have existed since the origin of the long river of time, powerful to an unbelievable degree. The shattered fragments of the Artifact of Creation buzzed and trembled, as if in excitement.

It seemed that the source of this aura was its true master.

"If you tell me to stop, I stop? How much face would I lose?"

Haotian Jinzhang sneered.

This palm still pressed down.

Even with the intervention of that magnificent, ancient will, it still could not contend with this palm strike capable of shattering stars and the void.

Bang!!

Hong Xuanji was directly pressed until he exploded, turning into a wisp of blood mist that drifted away.

That ancient will paused, seemingly not having expected Haotian Jinzhang to act so decisively.

But soon, that ancient will carried Hong Xuanji's blood mist, tore through the void, and fled.

"It is the Daoist of Creation." Haotian Jinzhang's body returned to its normal size, his eyes narrowing as he revealed a thoughtful expression: "After beating the big one, the small one comes. Finally couldn't help but make a move?"

He could be certain that the previous aura was that of the primordial titan, the Daoist of Creation, whom even Emperor Changsheng, who is closest to the Other Shore, must fear by three points.

That is a mythical titan, and it was he who took Hong Xuanji away.

Although that palm strike directly crushed Hong Xuanji into a ball of blood mist, with the means of this primordial titan, it is not impossible for him to be resurrected.

However...

A strange smile suddenly appeared on the corner of Haotian Jinzhang's mouth.

This was the smile of a scheme successfully executed.

"Regardless of whether you can resurrect him, I must win!!"