I am a prince in Zhutian Films

Chapter 478 The Death of the Unruly Madman
This time, Wudao Kuangtian didn't act rashly.

He abandoned his pride as "Heaven," transformed into a streak of blood-red light, and darted into the cracks in the cave wall, fleeing at breakneck speed.

In no time, Wudao Kuangtian had already fled to more than ten miles away from Po Ri Peak. After hiding in a secluded cave, he stopped and eagerly scanned the Tianku Jing.

This scripture, which could move heaven and earth to tears, was finally seen by a fourth person.

Actually, the Heavenly Cry Scripture is not important. What is truly important is the single character recorded in the Heavenly Cry Scripture, the first character created by Cangjie.

The first character in the universe contains an incredible and wondrous power, enabling the mind of the person who sees it to connect with the universe and gain insight into all its secrets, including the past, present, and future.

Legend has it that after Cangjie created this character, he also became omniscient because of it, and eventually shed two lines of blood tears because he knew all the secrets of the world.

As for why he shed tears of blood?
The novel describes him as merely grieving. It should be noted that sometimes, knowing too much is not a good thing, especially for someone who can foresee the future and even know things they shouldn't know.

Wudao Kuangtian's gaze swept quickly across the Heavenly Cry Scripture.

The first page is missing...

He couldn't wait to turn to the second page.

However, the moment he turned to the second page, he couldn't help but shiver. He felt a surge of immense malice rushing towards him, causing his body, composed of blood and qi, to experience pain that only mortals could feel, which spread throughout his entire body in an instant.

"What's happening here?"

Wudao Kuangtian was utterly shocked, and his voice trembled slightly.

Just as he was feeling uneasy, a voice rang out.

"It's a curse, the curse of the Heavenly Crying Scripture, which makes people wish they were dead but cannot live."

As soon as he finished speaking, the scene before Wudao Kuangtian's eyes suddenly changed.

No longer is it the setting sun casting its rays and the forests ablaze with color, but rather a secluded cave and a spring of tears that has flowed for millennia.

And he stood beside the Fountain of Tears.

More importantly, the Heavenly Crying Sutra in his hand had disappeared.

"Thank you for opening the Book of Crying Heaven for me. I will accept it without hesitation."

A slightly mocking laugh rang out. Wudao Kuangtian looked up and saw Ying Xun standing not far away, looking at him with a half-smile, holding the open scroll of the Heavenly Cry Scripture in his hand.

As for the First Evil Emperor and Bu Jingyun, they stood a little distance away, looking at him as if he were an idiot.

"What...what's going on?"

Wudao Kuangtian stood there, stunned and completely bewildered.

What exactly happened before? Why am I still stuck in the cave inside Broken Sun Peak?!
“You think I’m on the first level and you’re on the second level, but actually I’m on the third level. I detected your presence long before you even infiltrated. You think I was touching the Heavenly Cry Scripture just now? I was just setting up an illusion array.”

Ying Xun chuckled: "I thought I couldn't fool you with such a simple illusionary formation, so I planned to force you to open the Heavenly Cry Scripture. Who knew that after you snatched the Heavenly Cry Scripture, you got too excited, which gave me an opportunity."

"Damn it, that's awful!"

After a long silence, Wudao Kuangtian let out a furious curse.

He never imagined that he would be outmaneuvered by Ying Xun. All his previous actions had benefited Ying Xun.

At this moment, Wudao Kuangtian was furious to the extreme. In addition, the Heavenly Cry Scripture was in Ying Xun's hands, so he had no other choice but to take action.

The Heavenly Mad Blood Absolute was operating wildly, and streams of dense blood energy rapidly spread out, filling the entire cave in the blink of an eye.

The internal energy contained within its blood and qi caused Wen Chou Chou, Lian Xiang, and Qiu Jin to immediately vomit blood. Even Bu Jingyun and Qin Shuang felt a surge of blood and qi.

Fortunately, the First Evil Emperor and You Ruo quickly erected a protective shield of true energy, preventing them from being further injured.

"Ying Xun, die!"

A dazzling crimson light shot out from Wudao Kuangtian's body, like two surging rivers of blood, sweeping towards Ying Xun.

In this regard.

Ying Xun simply stood there, unmoved like a mountain, only his eyes flashing with divine light.

Driven by the boundless power of the heavens and earth, the eye energy shot out like two divine rainbows, instantly causing two blood-red rivers to explode. The remaining eye energy pierced through Wudao Kuangtian's body.

Wudao Kuangtian's current body is his true form, but he can also transform into a "Qi person" at any time, so he was not greatly harmed, but he could not hide the fear in his eyes.

He blurted out, "That's sharp eyesight! How do you have that old geezer's sharp eyesight?!"

"It seems you know the God of Immortality."

Ying Xun caught Wudao Kuangtian's fear and anger, and raised an eyebrow: "Moreover, you not only know him, but you also seem to be very afraid of him."

"Bullshit, I'm not afraid of him."

Wudao Kuangtian roared, and streams of smooth, blood-red light shot out from his crimson body once more, lashing out at Ying Xun like a storm.

"My Heavenly Mad Blood Technique is now fully mastered. No one in the world can defeat me. Even that old bastard, the Immortal God, will die today!"

Boom boom boom! !

Compared to the Heavenly Cry Scripture being stolen, the Immortal God of Longevity clearly enraged Wudao Kuangtian even more. Blood-red light crashed down like a bolt of lightning, making the entire mountain belly seem as if it were being bombarded by hundreds of bombs.

With a series of explosions, the stone walls in the cave shattered, and the entire Po Ri Peak began to shake violently.

The mountain shook violently, as if the entire mountain was being shattered by the wrath of the Martial Arts Madman.

More importantly, his attacks did not stop, and the offensive intensified.

Everyone present could sense that Wudao Kuangtian was gathering his strength, and his final strike would be absolutely earth-shattering.

boom! !

A beam of blood-red light seemed to descend from the sky, then exploded like a blazing sun, its brilliance so intense that it blinded everyone.

The deafening sound overwhelmed all previous noises, as if the thunder god from the heavens had unleashed the strongest thunderclap of his life.

Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, the last rays of the setting sun spilled into the Tearful Spring of Ten Thousand Years.

It turned out that under Wudao Kuangtian's powerful attack, the cave inside the mountain broke open and spread to the entire Po Ri Peak.

Then, the upper part of Broken Sun Peak collapsed with a roar, cascading down like a mudslide.

Amidst the swirling dust, Wu Dao Kuangtian gasped for breath, clearly having expended considerable energy.

After his breathing calmed down, he burst into wild laughter.

"Hahaha... My Heavenly Mad Blood Demon is unparalleled in the world, who can rival me?!"

He believed that no one could survive an attack from his full power.

Whether it was the immortal god of the past or Ying Xun of today.

"I hope the materials used to make the sutras that day were special, otherwise, I'm afraid they would have turned to dust."

Just as Wudao Kuangtian was preparing to search for the Heavenly Cry Scripture in the cave ruins, a familiar voice rang out.

"This Heavenly Blood Frenzy is indeed powerful, but it is far inferior to the Heavenly-level Maha of the Immortal God. You think you can kill me with this? You are underestimating me too much."

Under Wudao Kuangtian's incredulous gaze, figures appeared one after another, namely Ying Xun and others.

"It's completely undamaged... Could it be... I've been under an illusion again?"

Wudao Kuangtian instinctively took a few steps back, his expression one of utter astonishment.

If it were just Ying Xun who remained silent, that would be one thing, but the fact that the others were also completely unharmed is unbelievable.

"No, no, no, you're just not strong enough yet. Now it's my turn to make a move." Before Ying Xun finished speaking, he appeared in front of Wudao Kuangtian as if he had teleported.

With a simple raise of his arm, he triggered a thunderous explosion, followed by a vast and continuous palm strike, carrying the power of the thunder, crashing down like a monstrous wave.

The power of this palm strike was incomparable to the previous one, far surpassing it.

Under this palm strike, alarm bells rang loudly in Wudao Kuangtian's mind.

Only then did he realize that Ying Xun had been holding back all along, and was now showing his true abilities.

The unparalleled palm force covered all directions, leaving no room to dodge or avoid.

Wudao Kuangtian had no choice but to withstand the attack, so he immediately gathered all his blood and energy into his palms and unleashed a furious attack.

boom! !

With a resounding crash, the blood-red humanoid figure that Wu Dao Kuang Tian had transformed into was forcefully slammed into the ground, sending debris flying and creating a large crater.

A moment later, amidst the swirling dust, the pit was filled with the scent of blood again, forming a blood-red human figure once more.

He laughed wildly, "What a powerful palm strike! If it were an avatar, it would probably have been blasted apart by this palm strike. But unfortunately... my true self's endurance is far beyond that of an avatar. No one in the world can hurt me, because I am the heaven, the heaven that all living beings will worship for thousands of years!"

Ying Xun scrutinized him carefully and pondered, "You bastard, are you some kind of deformed creation of the God of Immortality? Your brain is even more abnormal than the God of Immortality's."

"court death!"

Having withstood Ying Xun's attack, Wudao Kuangtian's confidence swelled once again.

With a loud shout, his blood and qi surged, and a crimson lightning bolt was condensed in his palm. Using the lightning as a sword, he fiercely thrust it towards Ying Xun.

In contrast, Ying Xun remained calm and composed, standing still without flinching or dodging.

Seeing that the other party underestimated him so much, Dance Madman frantically gathered his blood energy, and the crimson lightning in his hand blazed brightly, carrying a violent and ferocious aura, as if he was determined to destroy everything in front of him.

The crimson lightning drew near.

Getting closer.

But Ying Xun remained unmoved.

At this moment, everyone except You Ruo was sweating for Ying Xun.

Just as the crimson lightning was about to touch Ying Xun, Dancing Madman suddenly froze, as if someone had cast a spell on him.

"Ah~"

The next moment, Wudao Kuangtian screamed in agony.

Black energy surged forth from his seven orifices.

Moreover, as the black energy flowed out, his aura rapidly weakened, becoming extremely frail.

His blood energy began to dissipate, gradually revealing his true appearance hidden beneath it.

With a loud bang, Wudao Kuangtian crashed to the ground.

"This... what kind of martial arts is this?"

Wudao Kuangtian was on his deathbed, seemingly on his last breath.

Ying Xun lowered his head slightly and looked down at him, saying calmly, "Where there are gods, there must be demons. There are six great demon crossings, and this is the Death Crossing among the six great demon crossings."

The Death Crossing can devour all life and power.

In his previous palm strike, Ying Xun did not aim to defeat Wudao Kuangtian. He simply sent the power of death into the opponent's body, allowing the "death energy" that could annihilate all things to devour and dissolve the power of blood energy.

"Oh, and I have another piece of news for you. The God of Immortality is dead, and he died by my hand. If there is a hell in this world, you might be able to see him in the underworld."

"Haha...haha...so that old monster is dead, hahaha...good riddance...good riddance..."

The weak laughter stopped abruptly, and Wudao Kuangtian's head lolled to the side, completely lifeless.

The last wisp of blood energy clinging to his head completely dissipated.

It was a face that died with a smile on its face, deathly pale and devoid of any color.

Ying Xun couldn't help but feel a little dazed.

The others looked surprised, their gazes shifting back and forth between Bu Jingyun and Wudao Kuangtian.

As for Bu Jingyun himself, he was so surprised that his body trembled.

This face...this face is strikingly similar to his own.

Or rather, in another ten or twenty years, his face might overlap with this face.

"Bu Jingyun, he wouldn't happen to be your father, would he?"

You Ruo spoke, bringing Bu Jingyun back to his senses.

"No."

Back then, before Bu Jingyun's mother Yu Nong gave birth to him, his father Bu Yuanting had already accepted a job from the Hidden Sword School and left home for Dongying. It wasn't until Bu Jingyun was four years old that Bu Yuanting fell ill and returned to Bu Family Village, where he passed away shortly afterward.

After Bu Yuanting died, Bu Jingyun and his mother buried him. Although he was only four years old at the time, he still had some memories of it.

Bu Jingyun was certain that the person in front of him was not his father.

"But... since he looks so much like me, he must be related to me, right?"

Finally, Bu Jingyun looked at Ying Xun.

"It is naturally related to you. It is certain that he is a member of your Bu clan, and his seniority is definitely above yours. But I don't know exactly who he is. If you want to know, you can go back to your Bu family village and ask."

Bu Jingyun frowned: "The Bu Clan of Gods?"

"Because your family produces a peerless martial arts master every hundred years, such as the Sword God and Knife God of the past. They are worshipped as gods by your clansmen. Therefore, your clan is also known as the Bu Clan God Clan. Moreover, the peerless masters who appear every hundred years all look exactly the same. And you are the martial arts prodigy of the Bu Clan God Clan in the current hundred years."

Bu Jingyun nodded in realization and asked in confusion, "From what you're saying, he's the martial arts prodigy of our clan from a hundred years ago? But he doesn't seem to have lived for over a hundred years."

Wudao Kuangtian's face certainly didn't look like that of a centenarian; he looked to be at most thirty or forty years old.

"Appearance does not represent age. However, the martial arts prodigies that have appeared in your Bu family over the past few hundred years have corresponding figures. Perhaps he is an alternative product."

In the world of Fengyun, there are all sorts of methods, even things like He Shengdu being reborn by borrowing another's body. It's not impossible for an immortal god to create something like a clone.

"Alright, let's pack up and go. We'll rest for a night and then go rescue Nameless."

Saving Wuming was something Ying Xun and Bu Jingyun had planned together.

Bu Jingyun helped open the Heavenly Cry Scripture, and in return, he rescued Wuming.

"Wait a moment."

Bu Jingyun called out.

Ying Xun turned around: "Is there anything else?"

"No matter what, he is my elder, and it wouldn't be right to leave his body to rot in the wilderness."

Ying Xun understood, and with a wave of his long sleeves, sand and stones flew up, and a small mound appeared on the ground.

Moreover, he thoughtfully summoned a stone, used his sword energy to carve it into a tombstone, and inscribed a few words on it.

—The tomb of the ancestors of the Bu family.

(End of this chapter)