Chapter 293: All Heavens: A Person in Zhetian, Refining Treasures to Become Emperor Chapter 293: Clueless

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Protagonist:

Jiang Xuan

Since ancient times, it has been universally recognized as a place where great fortunes gather.

Those who successfully walk out of Bai Duan Shan alive are without exception great figures who stir up wind and clouds.

Some establish vast dynasties, ascend the Human Emperor Throne, and receive the homage of ten thousand nations.

Some become the masters of super sects, deciding the fates of countless people with every gesture.

There are also peerless talents who ignite divine fire, break through the heavens, ascend to godhood, and whose deeds shine brilliantly in the ancient classics of the Eight Domains.

However, this time, Bai Duan Shan actually opened ahead of schedule without any warning.

In an instant, a mysterious and powerful force soared into the sky, tearing through the cloud layers and triggering heavenly and earthly anomalies.

Rich spiritual qi surged like a tide, spreading wildly in all directions; wherever it reached, the earth shook and mountains trembled, sand flew and rocks rolled.

"Quick look! Bai Duan Shan has opened early!" I don't know who cried out first, and the voice was instantly drowned out by the howling gale.

This news, like a storm of immense power, quickly swept across the entire Huang Yu.

Various ancient kingdoms, ancient sects, and Tai Gu Shen Shan hidden deep in the mountains were all alarmed.

For a while, the vast Heavenly Vault was illuminated by countless rays of light.

Chariots radiating brilliant light sliced through the Void, carved with mysterious runes, each rune flickering with heart-pounding power.

Various strange magic weapons, like dazzling meteors, trailed long tails as they sliced across the horizon.

The roars of divine birds and strange beasts were deafening; some were as huge as mountains, their wings spread covering the sky and blocking the sun.

Some were surrounded by blazing flames, and wherever they went, the air was ignited.

"My god! That's the Jiuyou Nether Python! Legend says every time it appears, it brings a blood rain and bloody wind!" Among the crowd, a young cultivator pointed at a giant python emitting a gloomy light all over its body, speaking with a trembling voice.

"Not only that, look at the emblem on that chariot; it's the mark of Tai Gu Shen Shan! The descendants of Tai Gu Shen Shan have also come!" An old man beside them spoke with eyes like torches, exclaiming in admiration.

Heaven's Prides of all races, escorted by powerful elders, poured out in full force.

Duan Kong Cheng, a small city originally somewhat remote, was instantly filled by a tide-like surge of people.

On the street, shoulders rubbed against shoulders; various hawking voices and discussion voices intertwined, extremely lively.

Those Heaven's Prides, upon arriving at Duan Kong Cheng, couldn't even spare a moment to rest, but like arrows leaving the bowstring, rushed toward the passage to Bai Duan Shan.

They knew clearly in their hearts that the time this passage remained open was extremely short, and it might suddenly close at any moment.

"Quick! The passage might close at any time; once missed, this opportunity will be beyond our reach!" A Heaven's Pride anxious at heart shouted loudly, his steps beneath his feet becoming even faster.

Looking back at the past, every time Bai Duan Shan opened, the passage was open and closed intermittently.

When the passage opened again, those Heaven's Prides who had endured hardships could walk out from within.

How could it be that after encountering that day, the Bai Duan Shan small world would be resealed by a mysterious power, hidden between Heaven and Earth, waiting for the next opening.

Jiang Xuan stepped into Bai Duan Shan.

Beside Jiang Xuan, the floating skull of the Master of the Forbidden Zone emitted a gloomy cold light, faintly contending with the eerie aura around them.

Everyone shuttled through the mountain forest and soon reached a secluded valley.

Jiang Xuan's eyes were like torches, quickly scanning the surroundings: "This place is secluded; Pu Mo Wang is indeed hiding deep." In his heart, however, he secretly thought: This will surely be his burial ground.

"A realm within a realm; Pu Mo Wang is right here!" The voice of the Master of the Forbidden Zone was like an ancient great bell.

Stepping into the realm, Heaven and Earth instantly changed color.

The outside world was shrouded in spiritual mist, everywhere brimming with vitality.

Here, however, wild winds carried snow-like fluff, dancing wantonly; all things were withered, like a cursed dead domain.

Just as everyone stepped in, the snow-like fluff seemed to have spirit, carrying bone-piercing cold, sweeping toward them from all over the sky and covering the earth.

In the center of the dead domain, a huge figure lay prone on the ground.

Pu Mo Wang was over ten feet tall, his whole body emitting a nauseating stench of decay, a smell soaked from mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

The scales on his body were incomplete; from the gaps constantly drifted snow-like fluff, and wherever it went, space twisted slightly.

Suddenly, Pu Mo Wang's pair of blood-red eyes snapped open; two beams of red light shot straight to the horizon, instantly evaporating the snow-like fluff falling around them.

"Ancestral Sacrificial Spirit? And... you!" Pu Mo Wang's voice was hoarse and low; with every word he spoke, a muffled thunder resounded between Heaven and Earth.

"After countless ages, you still remember me." The Master of the Forbidden Zone responded; a powerful pressure spread from his skull, pressing down so that the snow-like fluff around them fell one after another.

"You never forget for a day; I hate you for a day!" The voice of Liu Shen carried endless anger, as if it could make Heaven and Earth collapse.

In an instant, a huge shadow appeared behind everyone, branches and leaves dancing, emitting majestic power.

Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, as the buffer zone between the two super great realms of Xian Yu and Yi Yu, has always been the focus of contention between both sides.

In the God Ancient Era and Immortal Ancient Era, here Immortal Kings were as numerous as rain, and strong ones were as numerous as clouds.

The Master of the Forbidden Zone proved the Dao powerfully at the beginning of the God Ancient Era, relying on outstanding talent, quickly rising to the ranks of giants.

Liu Shen was equally stunning through the ages; within one era he cultivated into a peerless giant.

Their fame, even spanning the Long River of Time, still made all powerful forces tremble with fear.

Pu Mo Wang, as an old king of Yi Yu, had lain dormant in Yi Yu for many years, knowing the deeds of the Master of the Forbidden Zone and Liu Shen like the back of his hand.

At this moment, in this silent dead domain, the hatred accumulated by both sides over countless eras was like a volcano about to erupt, ready to explode at a touch.

The gale howled in this barren forbidden land; amidst flying sand and rolling stones, Pu Mo Wang's demonic qi surged like rolling dark clouds all over his body, his blood-red eyes tightly locking onto the Master of the Forbidden Zone ahead.

At this moment, Jiang Xuan and Liu Shen seemed like ants forgotten in a corner; although their aura was strong, they were not at all in Pu Mo Wang's eyes.

"Fellow Daoist!" Pu Mo Wang suddenly stepped forward; demonic qi exploded with his movement; his voice rolled like thunder, constantly echoing between Heaven and Earth, "I have no old grudge with you, nor recent enmity; with your current state, if you insist on fighting me, you know the result better than anyone!"

Pu Mo Wang spoke hurriedly, veins bulging on his forehead, forcing himself to support his overexerted strength.

In this space permeated by the aura of death, Pu Mo Wang spoke again, his voice carrying an irresistible temptation: "In my realm, Immortal Kings shine like brilliant stars, as numerous as the sands of the Ganges. Immortal Treasures and Heavenly Treasures pile up like mountains in my realm, each containing the power to destroy heaven and earth. There are also peerless ancient pills refined with supreme secret arts from countless years ago; each one can overturn the heavens and change the earth!"

Pu Mo Wang flicked his sleeve, and demonic qi transformed into strange images: Immortal Kings roaming the universe with heroic bearing, Immortal Treasures and Heavenly Treasures radiating brilliance of ten thousand zhang. "As long as you are willing, once I return to my realm, I will surely ask the kings for pills and present them to you with both hands. Perhaps this peerless ancient pill can help you regain vitality!"

Immediately after, Pu Mo Wang's gaze grew ever more fervent, his tone more soul-stirring: "If I can offer the ancestral Sacrificial Spirit and the head of the one beside you as a great gift, the kings of my realm will surely spare no great cost, unleash supreme divine abilities, reverse reincarnation, and pull you back from the abyss of death!"

Speaking to this point, the demonic qi of the entire space surged wildly, condensing into a magnificent throne of gold and jade. "By then, you will be an honored guest upon the throne of my realm; a hundred million universes will submit beneath your feet, and you may rule them. Your clan will also become the supreme Imperial Clan of my realm! Enjoy endless glory and reverence!"

"I swear by the Great Dao Laws: not a single word of what I said above is false! If I break this oath, I shall suffer ten thousand calamities without recovery!"

Pu Mo Wang raised his head and let out a long howl; the oath, as if substantial, carved a deep mark between heaven and earth.

Yet Jiang Xuan and Liu Shen were still completely ignored by Pu Mo Wang.

In Pu Mo Wang's calculations, they were nothing more than trophies he could use to claim credit, mere small chips in this game of interests.

It is worth mentioning that the Imperial Clan spoken of here does not refer to true emperors from Yi Yu.

In Yi Yu, any race possessing an Immortal King is honored as an Imperial Clan, representing their endless yearning for supreme power and a glorious future.

Jiang Xuan keenly perceived Pu Mo Wang's thoughts.

Liu Shen had just returned from Nirvana; although his cultivation level recovered without hindrance, to return to his peak he still needed long accumulation and tempering.

As for himself, he did not cultivate the ancient arts, and with the transcendent Eight Trigrams Furnace Mark upon him, he appeared to have no cultivation level at all.

In the eyes of others, Jiang Xuan and Liu Shen participating in this struggle seemed more like outsiders just making up the numbers.

Only the Master of the Forbidden Zone—even with only a single thread of lingering thought remaining—radiated a terrifying divine might that seemed able to overturn heaven and earth; only he possessed the great power to end Pu Mo Wang's life.

"Pu Mo Wang! You led the demon hordes to blood-wash my homeland; countless innocent living beings were slaughtered, and the Blood Sea surged to the heavens!" The Master of the Forbidden Zone's voice was like a great bell, resounding through heaven and earth; his former elegance had long been replaced by anger. "Today you dare to shamelessly say you and I have no grudge? Simply absurd to the extreme!"

Pu Mo Wang's expression turned gloomy, a flicker of panic crossed his eyes, but he still pretended to be calm: "Hmph! This is nothing but the law of the jungle! In this cruel heaven and earth, only the strong can rule everything! If you had enough strength, how could you end up like this today?"

"Rule everything?" The Master of the Forbidden Zone laughed to the heavens, his laughter filled with anger and mockery. "Your so-called rule is built upon the suffering of countless innocent lives! Today, I will surely seek justice for those wronged souls and make you repay blood debt with blood!"

Pu Mo Wang's gaze flickered as he tried to find a chance at survival: "As long as you spare me, my realm has countless treasures and peerless ancient pills in abundance—enough to help you rebuild your fleshly body and return to your peak! Why cling to this meaningless hatred and miss this opportunity!"

"Silence!" The Master of the Forbidden Zone shouted sternly, his gaze cold as a sharp blade. "How could I prize those blood-stained filthy things from your realm? Taking your life is the firm belief born from countless days and nights of torment! Today is your day of death!"

"So you had planned this long ago!" Pu Mo Wang gritted his teeth, a ferocious expression on his face. "Since that is the case, then do not blame me for being impolite!"

"Hiss!" A sharp whistle tore through the sky; in an instant, endless snow fluff mixed with dense demonic qi, like dense sharp arrows, swiftly pounced toward Jiang Xuan and the other two.

The seemingly gentle snow fluff contained the power to destroy heaven and earth; wherever it passed, space was like shattered glass, and shocking black cracks rapidly spread, filling heaven and earth with an aura of destruction.

Pu Mo Wang acted first; the desire to survive drove him completely mad.

His eyes were bloodshot, and the demonic power within him surged wildly like a bursting flood. Heedless of the backlash from his injuries, he gathered all his strength into this fatal blow, attempting to break through the desperate situation before him.

Facing this sky-covering terrifying attack, the Master of the Forbidden Zone remained calm and composed, as if the crisis before him were merely passing clouds.

Liu Shen's branches still swayed leisurely, radiating a mysterious and powerful aura.

Jiang Xuan slightly raised his head, gazing at the sky completely covered by snow fluff. He saw demonic qi like surging black tides, constantly churning and roaring; every strand of demonic qi emitted a heart-pounding murderous aura, as if it wanted to drag all things in the world into the endless dark abyss.

"Boring." Jiang Xuan whispered softly. Though his voice was light, it was clearly audible in this chaotic and noisy heaven and earth, revealing his disdain for Pu Mo Wang's attack.

Jiang Xuan coldly spat out the two words "boring." In an instant, crimson light in his palm, like a nimble fire snake, rapidly spread outward; in the blink of an eye, it tightly protected the three of them within.

The light was hot and dazzling; no matter how the snow fluff mixed with demonic qi crashed wildly, it could not approach by even a hair's breadth. It was like an indestructible wall of fire, guarding the three of them airtight.

Jiang Xuan's expression was stern, his eyes like lightning as he stared directly at Pu Mo Wang. Around him seemed to swirl a mysterious Dao rhythm; ten thousand laws were unassailable, and all evil kept away. As if transcendent to this world of strife, any attack or killing, when it reached several zhang from him, was blocked by an invisible force.

Astonishingly, the one who successfully resisted Pu Mo Wang's fatal blow and erected a safe protection for everyone was actually a seemingly ordinary Eight Trigrams Furnace Lid.

Pu Mo Wang widened his eyes, staring fixedly at that Eight Trigrams Furnace Lid, his eyes full of unwillingness and despair. "A... an Imperial Armament... cough cough cough..." His voice was weak and hoarse; before he could finish speaking, a mouthful of blackish blood spurted from his mouth.

At this moment, his condition was terrible. After merely speaking a few words and launching one attack, the hidden dangers within his body erupted fully like a volcanic eruption.

"The Immortal Treasures and Heavenly Treasures, the peerless ancient pills of Yi Yu—one day I will personally go there to plunder them." Jiang Xuan's voice was low yet firm, his words carrying an innate domineering aura. "By then, the Immortal Kings of Yi Yu will only be able to obediently present those so-called treasures with both hands, beg for my forgiveness, and hope that I can restrain my sharpness."

"Hmph..." Pu Mo Wang painfully tugged at the corner of his mouth, trying to squeeze out a mocking cold smile, but his face, severely injured, was twisted beyond recognition; that smile was uglier than crying.

In his heart, Jiang Xuan was nothing more than an arrogant fool who did not know the immensity of heaven and earth.

He firmly believed that the Yi Yu world he came from was incomparably powerful, and no one could shake it.

Jiang Xuan gazed at Pu Mo Wang, this once world-shaking Demon King who had stirred up Yi Yu.

His intense desire to survive could be clearly sensed by Jiang Xuan, Liu Shen, and the Master of the Forbidden Zone.

Jiang Xuan knew Pu Mo Wang's desire to survive like the back of his hand.

Recalling the original plot, Pu Mo Wang had always been like a poisonous scorpion lurking in the darkness, carefully hiding here, never exposing his whereabouts.

Even after later recovering some mobility and being able to move freely, he did not recklessly launch a massacre or devour living beings.

Without the living beings of the Eight Domains noticing, Pu Mo Wang, like a ghost, silently returned to Yi Yu.

Throughout the entire process, he left only some insignificant traces; only Shi Hao and the three strong experts of Xiling sensed his tracks, while everyone else knew nothing about it.

You must know that Pu Mo Wang, as a world-shaking Demon King, after recovering some strength, was to the weak Eight Domains like a demon god controlling life and death; with just a wave of his hand, he could completely destroy the Eight Domains.

Yet he chose to endure, preferring to act like a humble rat, sneaking about, unwilling to take risks easily, all just to return to Yi Yu and ascend the throne of kings once more.

From this, it can be seen that his desire to survive had reached an astonishing degree.

Having undergone the baptism of two deaths, fearing death and longing to survive is only natural.

However, this time, Pu Mo Wang was destined to be unable to escape the punishment of fate.

"Want to trade my life for your so-called new life? I'm afraid you have the life to take it, but not the life to enjoy it!" Pu Mo Wang's body radiated light wildly; at the same time, fresh blood like a bursting flood surged out from every part of his body.

He madly mobilized the remaining power within him, heedless of the worsening of his injuries, like a trapped beast making a final struggle.

As his power increased somewhat, his fleshly body collapsed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his last wisp of Primordial Spirit began to burn fiercely.

Although this power was insignificant compared to his prime, to the Eight Domains of the Lower Realm it was still unimaginably powerful, and almost no one could match it.

"How presumptuous!" (Chapter End)