Chapter 227: Myriad Heavens: Person in Shrouding the Heavens, Refining Treasures to Become Emperor Chapter 227: Great Emperor

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Protagonist:

Jiang Xuan

But who could have predicted that this mission would suddenly encounter an unexpected situation!

In the Demon Realm of the mission world, an abrupt change occurred for unknown reasons.

A powerful Great Demon originally sealed in the Demon Realm — Yuan Mo — the power he now revealed was actually several times stronger than before.

Even Jiuzhen Heshang, who had already mastered the first form of the Tathagata God Palm, was unable to completely suppress it when facing this powerful force. And those few members of the Immortal Traces, in the face of Yuan Mo's such terrifying strength, likewise appeared powerless, completely not his match.

As a result, Meng Qi and the others' current situation could be described as precarious as stacked eggs, life and death hanging by a thread.

"According to the original plot progression, such a change should not have appeared. Meng Qi should have had scares but no real danger all along this journey."

Jiang Xuan pondered silently, understanding in his heart that ever since he came to this world, he had already quietly altered the predetermined development trajectory of some events.

"There must be someone manipulating things in the dark behind this, just unknown how many factions are meddling in this matter."

Jiang Xuan had long anticipated this point. After all, those powerhouses with great divine abilities, though in slumber, did not mean their prior arrangements could not take effect.

"However, even if their true bodies cannot manifest, to delusionally attempt to stop me, to probe me, is simply wishful thinking!"

Jiang Xuan did not go directly to where Meng Qi was.

He knew this mission might produce all kinds of unexpected changes, so he had long since made thorough preparations in advance. In his heart, what he was determined to do, no one could stop.

Of course, except for that Moral Tianzun...

Jiang Xuan took a step forward, and in an instant, the vast roaring gales around him became gentle and mild.

The originally pitch-black gravel on the ground also gradually turned transparent, faintly emitting a glass-like luster. On the barren earth, flowers and grasses began to sprout and grow, withered trees also revived with flourishing vitality.

Jiang Xuan walked steadily into another world; here greenery abounded, distant mountains rose and fell, mountains covered in lush vegetation. At the foot of the mountain, a winding narrow path extended into the mountains, appearing secluded and long.

Following the narrow path forward, at its end stood an ancient and solemn temple. Before the temple was an Eight Treasures Merit Pool, the pool water clear, ripples shimmering. Inside the temple, a Bodhi Tree stood quietly; however, this Bodhi Tree differed distinctly in aura and form from the Bodhi Tree transformed from the Tathagata God Palm Compendium Jiang Xuan had previously obtained.

Above the temple's lintel, three vigorous and powerful large characters hung high — Lanke Temple!

Jiang Xuan gazed at this temple, the corner of his mouth curling up slightly, revealing a faint smile.

Coming to this Lifetime World this time, besides the Seven Severing Heaven Swords and Tathagata God Palm which he was determined to obtain, if there was a chance to encounter other precious things, he naturally would not let them slip by easily.

Of course, the so-called "not letting slip" was not to seize by force, but merely to learn and reference the exquisite methods contained within. For instance, Lanke Temple's Reward Body Pure Land Method stirred his heart considerably.

"Requesting Bodhisattva Namu Yue Moni Guangwang to reveal yourself for a meeting!"

Jiang Xuan's gaze fixed on the temple, his voice resonant and clear as he spoke, directly calling out the title of this Pure Land's master.

"Senior, what matter brings you to enter Lanke Temple?"

A voice indistinguishable as male or female, yet filled with compassionate intent, slowly transmitted from within the temple, its tone quite respectful toward Jiang Xuan, addressing him as Senior.

This Bodhisattva had previously personally witnessed Meng Nan, that Dharma-body expert, being effortlessly captured by Jiang Xuan; knowing in his heart he was absolutely no match for Jiang Xuan, he naturally dared not show the slightest negligence.

Jiang Xuan was just about to open his mouth to explain his purpose when suddenly his heart stirred, as if recalling some important matter, so he turned to ask: "Does the Bodhisattva know where I come from?"

"Senior naturally comes from beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens, that Supreme Pure Land, the Land of Virtue."

The Bodhisattva's answer was unhurried, tone certain.

Hearing this, Jiang Xuan thought to himself: as expected.

It seems after Moral Tianzun's this operation, in others' eyes he had already successfully "washed white and gone ashore," regarded as one of Moral Tianzun's line.

"Then what exactly is the matter with Yuan Mo on Meng Qi's side? And the force behind this Bodhisattva..."

Jiang Xuan pondered silently, thoughts flashing like lightning in his mind, various possibilities flashing through one by one, attempting to tease out a single clue from this intricate situation.

That Bodhisattva inside Lanke Temple was also extremely tactful, not disturbing Jiang Xuan's contemplation, merely standing quietly to the side, letting Jiang Xuan stand alone outside the temple.

After a moment, Jiang Xuan slowly let out a long breath. After this brief contemplation and cocoon-unraveling analysis, Jiang Xuan ultimately... helplessly discovered that he actually still hadn't figured out anything!

Jiang Xuan blinked his eyes, simply no longer thinking further, directly lifting his foot and stepping into Lanke Temple.

He thought in his heart, since he couldn't see through the inner workings, so what? In this world, could there really be someone who could topple Moral Tianzun?

Just as Jiang Xuan stepped into Lanke Temple, the situation on Meng Qi's side had also already reached the most dangerous moment...

Meng Qi's hair disheveled and scattered, clothes tattered beyond recognition, body covered in bloodstains, like a fiendgod returning bathed in blood from a Shura field, a reckless, death-defying mad force bursting from his body.

Such an appearance, if any bystander in the jianghu saw it, they would surely clap and praise: "What an iron-boned hard man, worthy of being the Jianghu Ranking top expert, the Mad Vajra!"

Facing Meng Qi and the others, a demonic shadow stood towering.

Demonic qi surging and roiling all around, form like withered wood, yet emitting a heart-chilling pressure, precisely the Yuan Mo who had killed his way out halfway through this mission.

In the original fate trajectory, Yuan Mo and Jiuzhen Heshang who sealed him were entangled; though with twists, Meng Qi and the others could still pass through danger. Who would have thought today, Yuan Mo's power seemed to have evil energy poured on his crown, suddenly skyrocketing, strong beyond imagination, everyone instantly feeling as if fallen into an ice cave, life and death suspended by a thread.

Heaven and earth changed color, Qian Kun inverted, in a split second transforming into a black-white chaos phenomenon, all things as if frozen by an invisible magic, unable to move, the long river of time also seeming to stagnate at this moment.

Sword Twenty-Three!

"Zhiwei, no!"

Meng Qi's eyes nearly splitting, voice shaking the wilderness; he was already covered in wounds, having fought bitterly to this point, always charging at the front, hence his injuries extremely heavy. Now seeing Jiang Zhiwei risk herself, heart burning with anxiety, yet powerless to stop it.

Jiang Zhiwei's delicate body stood tall, jade hands tightly gripping that coldly gleaming long sword, giving a tender shout, the long sword in her hand carrying mountain-splitting stone-shattering momentum as she fiercely slashed out.

Simultaneously, her Primordial Spirit actually separated from her physical body, blooming with dazzling brilliant light, like brilliant stars, then blazingly burning up, and in sync with her physical body's movements, perfectly integrated, entering the Heaven-Man Unity realm.

This sword was precisely Sword Twenty-Three!

Originating from the Fengyun World's peerless ultimate art, using Primordial Spirit as guide, soul as sacrifice, a world-shocking sword; the sword's light illuminating heaven and earth, brilliant and decisive, like a meteor streaking across the night sky, gone in an instant, carrying endless tragic beauty and heroic grandeur.

Meng Qi watching this seemingly familiar scene, heart aching as if twisted, eye rims reddened, nearly weeping blood.

This Yuan Mo before him was too ferocious, even he, the Jianghu Ranking leader, could barely parry; even if Bixia Yuanjun personally arrived, it would likely be extremely troublesome.

Before Jiang Xuan departed, he left a Divine Sense Avatar to instruct Meng Qi; at this moment Meng Qi was already Jianghu Ranking number one.

Jiang Zhiwei now unleashing Sword Twenty-Three, in his heart he understood, this might merely be a trapped beast's struggle, chance of victory minuscule, and under this sword she would also place herself in a life-and-death desperate situation.

This Sword Twenty-Three was a decisive strike that burned the Primordial Spirit and sacrificed Vitality; though it possessed the might to freeze Qian Kun, the cost was the swordsman's life.

The Sword Shadow was like a rainbow; as the light flashed, it pierced straight into Yuan Mo.

However, Yuan Mo's body merely trembled with Demonic Qi, like a breeze brushing a lake surface, ripples rising slightly before returning to calm; he himself was completely unscathed, still emanating a terrifying aura that sent chills down one's spine.

At this moment, Jiang Zhiwei's Primordial Spirit was nearly transparent, like a Life Flame in the wind, flickering on the verge of extinction; her face was as white as paper, blood overflowed from her seven apertures, her body went limp and powerless, and she fell backward.

Seeing this, Meng Qi felt his heart and gallbladder split apart; ignoring his own heavy injuries, he forced a mouthful of True Qi, darted over like a ghost, stretched out his arms, and caught Jiang Zhiwei in his embrace.

"Zhiwei, why do this? I am by your side; how could I let you take risks alone!"

Meng Qi's voice was urgent, trembling slightly; looking at the bloodless face of the beauty in his arms, his heart was like a knife twisting, regret, self-blame, worry, and various emotions surged like a roaring tide.

"I am the Mad Blade, number one on the Jianghu Ranking!"

Meng Qi let out a long cry to the heavens, his voice like a great bell, filled with endless unwillingness and anger.

"You are no longer the little monk who followed behind me needing my protection," Jiang Zhiwei said, her voice faint as a thread, as fine as a mosquito, yet carrying a hint of stubbornness and determination, "and I am certainly not a weak girl who only hides behind the number one on the Jianghu Ranking."

"Hateful! I am ultimately too weak," Jiang Zhiwei said with a bitter expression, her heart filled with sorrow. She exerted all her strength, burning her Primordial Spirit to unleash that life-forging strike, yet left not a trace on Yuan Mo; this sense of powerlessness filled her with deep despair.

Hearing Jiang Zhiwei's words, Meng Qi felt a mixture of emotions in his heart.

The naive greenness of when he first entered the Jianghu and carried out his first mission alternated with the image of that girl smiling amidst blooming mountain flowers in the future, surfacing in his mind; for a while, he was overwhelmed with feelings.

He suppressed the complex emotions in his heart, quickly took out a Great Return Pill from his embrace, carefully fed it to Jiang Zhiwei, then handed it to Fu Zhenzhen, solemnly entrusting her: "Zhenzhen, take good care of Zhiwei."

After speaking, his gaze slowly swept over the surroundings; he saw that all his teammates were heavily injured, collapsed on the ground, and Bixia Yuanjun's face was also pale, her breath weak.

Meng Qi's eyes burned with raging anger; he suddenly turned his head, staring fixedly at the culprit Yuan Mo. At this moment, Killing Intent surged in his heart; he had cast life and death aside, wishing to expend everything and fight this Devil to the death, even if it meant perishing together, he would absolutely not let it act recklessly again!

"Bastard! I will definitely cut you into ten thousand pieces!"

Meng Qi's eyes widened, his eyes full of bloodshot veins, his teeth gritted making a crackling sound, veins bulging on his forehead. Recalling the death missions he had experienced in the past, even though they were extremely difficult, his companions had never fallen into such a tragic state as now.

It was not that the previous death missions were not dangerous enough; in fact, this Yuan Mo that appeared was a terrifying existence that many Outer Scene experts from the two great organizations of Immortal Traces and Myths needed to join forces to deal with.

"Xiao Meng! Absolutely do not act impulsively!"

Qi Zhengyan saw Meng Qi's eyes were bloodshot, as if hatred had blinded his mind; his heart suddenly tightened, and he hurriedly reached out to grab Meng Qi, but he himself was also heavily injured; just as he struggled to rise, he swayed a few times and finally fell down powerlessly.

"Cousin, rest assured, everything will be fine."

Meng Qi turned his head to look at Qi Zhengyan, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, forcing out a seemingly comforting smile, but that smile carried a hint of determination and sorrow.

Seeing this, Qi Zhengyan and the others felt increasingly uneasy.

Seeing Meng Qi like this, was he planning to expend all his strength alone and perish together with that Yuan Mo?

This thought made them anxious like fire burning, yet helpless; they could only watch Meng Qi with full worry but powerless to stop him.

When everyone was immersed in sorrow, secretly regretting their own powerlessness, and full of worry about losing a trusted friend soon, a mournful howl filled with tragic grief suddenly tore through the sky; that voice seemed to carry endless sorrow, making those who heard it heartbroken and tearful, those who listened to it dimly grieved.

"Great Emperor!"

Meng Qi held his head high and puffed out his chest, shouting with all his strength; the voice echoed continuously above the Mo Jie.

"Great Emperor! Save me, Great Emperor!"

On Qi Zhengyan's originally stiff face, the anxious expression had not yet faded; hearing Meng Qi's sudden shout, his expression instantly became twisted, his heart full of doubt and astonishment.

Zhao Laowu and Bixia Yuanjun, who did not understand what was happening, also stood blankly in place with blank faces, secretly thinking in their hearts: Has this Mad Blade gone mad? In the midst of this Reincarnation Mission, who exactly is he calling out to?

Demonic Qi surged wildly like roaring waves; on Yuan Mo's face hidden behind the thick Demonic Qi, a hint of disdain faintly revealed itself.

"Hmph! Whoever comes, this world will ultimately return to the control of this Yuan Mo! No one can stop this destined fate!"

Yuan Mo's voice was low and hoarse, as if coming from Jiuyou Diyu, carrying endless arrogance and confidence.

"Oh? Is that so?"

Just at this moment, a faint voice seemed to come from beyond the heavens, drifting leisurely above the Mo Jie; although the tone was calm, it seemed to contain endless profound meaning; the originally tense and oppressive atmosphere instantly became even more heavy.

Just as Yuan Mo's voice fell, a clear voice echoed throughout the Mo Jie; countless Demonic Qi were shaken apart, some little demons were directly shaken into flying ash, Yuan Mo flew backward, coughing Demonic Qi in large mouthfuls, his gaze shocked as he looked at Meng Qi.

A figure appeared beside Meng Qi; the figure was illusory, wearing white robes, long hair over his shoulders, his eyes seemed to contain the Star River of the Past Ages; his face... handsome, very handsome!

This was a strand of Jiang Xuan's Divine Sense!

"Great Emperor! You finally came out! If you were any later, you wouldn't see the kind-hearted and handsome Xiao Meng!"

Meng Qi looked at the figure beside him, "wailed loudly".

Jiang Xuan looked at Meng Qi's performance from beginning to end, and couldn't help but sigh; as for drama, you have more; as for acting, you are better; no wonder he could snatch people from the mouth of Mo Fu for Source Master Tianzun.

This kind of world needs a bit more drama, and without better acting, one really couldn't get by.

Mo Fu had lots of drama and good acting; first dominating the Ancient Times, then becoming the Heavenly Emperor's confidant, then entering Ling Shan to become a disciple of the Buddha Ancestor, and even making the Demon Saint love him to the point of life and death; if it weren't for meeting Meng Qi, meeting the greatest power faction of Generation's Most Honored—the Three Pure Ones, he would truly be a Winner in life! (Chapter End)