Chapter 450

Nangong Qingyun continued: "The Yang Heavenly Monarch hasn't shown up yet—Lan Yun said Xu Chen wants this person."

Zhangsun Xuanling said: "No need to rush—the Yang Heavenly Monarch will appear naturally, especially with Zhao Qingyun still here."

Zhao Qingyun's strength needs no explanation—even Lan Yun, Di Hanzhi, and Bu Fengshuang—

before her Space-Time Law, were utterly helpless." Nangong Qingyun sneered: "Blame that damn author—for giving Zhao Qingyun such an insane setup."

She doesn't have Martial Emperor power, yet she wields Martial Emperor abilities.

Normally, only a Martial Emperor can possibly comprehend Law.

But even Martial Emperors usually grasp only a trace of it.

Yet she, from birth, comprehended two complete Laws.

And not just any Laws—the strongest of all, the Space-Time Law. How could she not be formidable?"

Dongfang Yunyan whispered: "After all, she's the Change Heavenly Monarch—an extremely terrifying presence among the Nine Heavens."

Zhangsun Xuanling nodded: "It's not bad—Change, Cang, and Zhu Heavens are ours; even You Tian is too."

Even Xuantian Monarch Di Cangqiong has a good relationship with Xu Chen; Yan Tian is Ye Xuan, Jun Tian is Xu Chen.

Only Hao Tian belongs to the Taihua Imperial Dynasty—whether exposed or not, it doesn't matter." Five of the Nine Heavenly Monarchs are on their side.

That's nearly equivalent to controlling the Nine Heavens.

Of course, given Xu Chen's nature, he'd scorn to control everything.

After all, each Heavenly Monarch's heir must be chosen by themselves—Xu Chen not interfering is best.

Thinking this over, the three women said: "The Yang Heavenly Monarch will soon face an assassination—but it's no big deal.

"At worst, the Undying Medicine can heal him; if that fails, there's still the Heavenly Snake Empress." Having spoken, the three women nodded again.

Soon, they exited the space.

Thus, another seven days passed.

"Boom!"

Xu Chen's realm surged directly from Nine Turns to Nine Turns Peak.

His aura was extraordinary; his eyes brimmed with sharpness, immensely powerful.

"Crack!"

The entire light cluster of Nangong Xuanshui trembled under Xu Chen's slight shake, cracking into countless fissures—fissures spreading like spiderwebs and surging wildly in all directions.

Immediately, Xu Chen abruptly opened his eyes, filled with brilliant light.

Two beams shot from his eyes, only vanishing after stretching tens of thousands of li.

He twisted his neck, and a series of pops erupted from it.

He clenched his fist lightly—power surged, his aura stable. He stretched lazily: "Level-up feels amazing!" After all, ordinary cultivation would take thousands of years to reach this.

He could never have reached this realm otherwise.

Now, it was clearly delightful.

Beside him, Nangong Xuanshui cast him a sultry glance: "Xu Chen, this time it was all thanks to me—won't you reward me?"

Xu Chen coughed: "Xuanshui, everyone's rushing for legacies—can't we stop dawdling here?"

Nangong Qingyun added: "Yes, yes, time is tight—don't act up, little sister." Nangong Xuanshui stamped her jade foot: "Just one kiss—how could that waste time? Hmph."

Xu Chen said seriously: "Enough fooling around—let's go quickly."

Nangong Xuanshui snorted again, turning her head away, clearly angry.

Xu Chen paid her no mind: "If you won't come, stay here. Goodbye."

Saying this, he activated his remaining power and stepped onto the Spiritual Qi Road of this Wudi Quyu.

Dongfang Yunyan and the other three women followed closely, stepping onto the path as well.

Nangong Xuanshui clenched her silver teeth, pouted: "Stupid Xu Chen, mean Xu Chen, always picking on me—I hate you!"

Saying this, Nangong Xuanshui stomped off after Xu Chen, fuming.

Soon, Xu Chen and the five arrived at the Fifth Wudi Quyu.

They found this region, too, was completely empty.

Zhangsun Xuanling's spiritual sense swept the area, then said: "Ye Xuan obtained the legacy—his Sword Qi has grown even stronger." Xu Chen nodded; this fifth Martial Emperor was the Tyrant Emperor.

His legacy was the Tyrant Sword technique, distinct from the Sword Emperor's sword arts.

The Sword Emperor mastered ten thousand swords; the Tyrant Emperor mastered only the supreme domineering art.

At the same level, any sword technique faced against the Tyrant Emperor's Tyrant Sword would be slightly inferior.

No other reason—because the Tyrant Sword's domineering intent was overwhelmingly dense, weakening opponents' martial arts and slowing their strikes.

That was the strength of domineering intent.

Merely by displaying his sword intent, without striking, the opponent was already at a disadvantage.

The Sword Emperor could never match this. Nangong Qingyun's face grew grave: "Ye Xuan has likely reached Nine Turns Peak."

Combined with the Tyrant Sword's enhancement, his sword art should now be unmatched among those below Martial Emperor.

Even if he enters Martial Emperor, possessing the legacies of two Sword Dao Martial Emperors will make him immensely powerful." Xu Chen nodded: "That's about right—but no need to panic." His expression remained calm—he had intended for Ye Xuan to receive this legacy.

This level was perfect.

Next, Ye Xuan will rapidly ascend to Martial Emperor and proceed with the rest of the plot.

Xu Chen continued: "Let's go—seven days is certainly enough to obtain the legacy and move to the next region."

The four women nodded and quickly followed Xu Chen into the Sixth Wudi Quyu.

This time, Xu Chen and the others found people still present.

But they saw no Martial Emperor's lingering soul.

Instead, they saw a rather peculiar woman.

He focused his gaze on the surroundings and discovered that this was a palace.

That's right, the entire Sixth Wudi Quyu was a palace.

Mist curled all around, and enormous pillars rose towering into the air.

White cranes called and danced about, and auspicious clouds drifted.

Sunlight refracted down from above, pouring into the palace, making it incomparably bright.

At this moment, Ye Xuan and the others seemed to have just entered here.

This palace was like an Imperial Gongdian; right at the very center was a throne.

However, upon the throne sat not an emperor, but a woman.

This woman wore a yellow dress, her gaze cold, her expression calm.

Her lips resembled a cherry-tiny mouth, easily stirring endless flights of fancy.

Her pair of eyes were jet-black and bright, her beautiful gaze long and narrow.

She sat upon the throne just like this, her jade-like hand resting beside the armrest.

Around her face, there was a layer of pale yellow veil, concealing her appearance.

But even so, it did not prevent the crowd from faintly glimpsing her looks.

Absolutely beautiful, peerless, a face that could topple a kingdom.

Zhao Wuji saw this woman whose features were blurred, and was instantly stunned.

Strange, it seemed he had seen her somewhere before.

Xu Chen narrowed his eyes slightly—she was the adoptive mother of Wuji Holy Land, Murong Fanghua.

A woman who looked twenty-seven or twenty-eight, with not the slightest trace of time upon her.

In truth, she was already several thousand, nearly ten thousand years old—one of the female leads who had brutally tormented him back then.

He remembered that in the original text, Murong Fanghua did not appear in this place.

Damn it, how did this woman end up here now?