Loan Wusheng

Once upon a time, Zheng Jun despised those incompetent and mediocre rulers, believing that if he became emperor, he would review memorials until midnight every day and become a wise and virtuous ruler whose name would be remembered for all time.

But after he actually became emperor, Zheng Jun could only say one thing: "I wouldn't be a dog even if I were a wise ruler."

Why bother dealing with so many things if you can just lie down and relax?
Just leave it all to the cabinet. If the cabinet can do a good job, great; if not, just dismiss them. It's that simple.

What I really need to do is cultivate myself.

In this world with extraordinary power, being the emperor doesn't even require considering the consequences of making mistakes. Even if it incites rebellion throughout the land, one can easily suppress it with the strength of the strongest in the world.

As the number one in the world, I am extremely powerful. The distance between me and the number two in the world is like an insurmountable chasm. If Zhuo Huang, the current number two in the world, were to come out and fight me, he would be killed by me in less than a day.

In this situation, Zheng Jun truly empathized with the Great Zhou Divine Martial Emperor.

Who would care about the officials in a county under their jurisdiction?
Even Zheng Jun wouldn't care about the next 'Zheng Jun'.

After all, the Dharma form of the 'Lord of the World' has already returned to its rightful place, and as long as he does not die, no one else will be able to break through.

The one who could kill you would definitely not be a martial artist from the Yama Realm.

More than twenty years have passed since Zheng Jun obtained a large amount of primordial power west of the Western Buddhist Kingdom.

It took Zheng Jun more than 20 years to manipulate the 'Lord of the World' Dharma Image and refine all these primordial powers.

But this speed is already considered quite fast.

but……

"I absorbed almost all of this primordial power in just twenty years. Even if the Western World Honored One absorbed a lot, it would only take him a few hundred years at most to finish it, right?"

Zheng Jun's eyes flashed, and he couldn't help but chuckle softly, thinking to himself, "Perhaps there's something to this broken fragment of the world; maybe it can regenerate?"

The power of origin is the origin of a world.

A broken and withered world cannot give birth to the origin.

Could it be that there's something wrong with that world?

With this thought in mind, Zheng Jun immediately stepped out of the Taiji Palace, where he had been in seclusion for a long time.

After condensing the 'Candle Dragon Eye' Dharma Image, Zheng Jun no longer stayed in Beihai, but returned to Shenjing.

After all, the earth veins of Shenjing are the strongest in the entire world. Cultivating in Shenjing can better help one absorb the power of origin.

However, now that he had absorbed all the source power and noticed the slight asymmetry, he naturally wouldn't stay in the capital. Instead, he would head to the kingdom called 'Bomia' to take a look.

"Boom!"

With a deafening roar, Zheng Jun vanished.

Like a dragon's roar.

"..."

This land from a foreign land has now prospered once again.

However, the Kingdom of Bohemia split more than 20 years ago because of the Zheng Jun incident. The people believed that this was a divine punishment of the Bohemia royal family. As a result, the three dukes under Bohemia overthrew the Bohemia royal family, and now there are three countries coexisting in this land.

However, Zheng Jun didn't seem to care much about that.

After all, it's a tiny place, the combined size of the three countries is only about the size of Qingzhou. Zheng Jun has no interest in conquering it; let them make a fuss over it.

Zheng Jun's most important purpose in coming here was to investigate whether this source could be regenerated.

Regional kingdoms are none of my concern.

Upon entering this unfamiliar land, Zheng Jun felt only desolation and decay. Pedestrians hurried by, and doctors wearing bird-beak masks could often be seen rushing by on the streets.

Seeing this, Zheng Jun couldn't help but feel a strange sensation.

The scene before him had a distinctly medieval European feel, giving Zheng Jun a strange sense of comfort, as if a book had come to life.

but……

At this moment, these three countries are experiencing a massive plague that has already caused the deaths of tens of thousands of people.

The source of this plague was actually Zheng Jun taking away the source of this place. After losing the source, it naturally triggered all sorts of behaviors.

If a region lacks a source, it will gradually become a dead land until no living being survives.

But now, it is clear that the plague is slowly being cured, obviously a result of the source gradually recovering.

"That's quite interesting."

Zheng Jun couldn't help but smile slightly, feeling that he had found a good place.

A land of renewable resources is a good place for anyone.

With this thought in mind, Zheng Jun's figure moved like a ghost through the desolate mountains at the border of the three kingdoms, and the withered grass and trees along the way were faintly showing signs of new green.

Zheng Jun gathered a wisp of golden light at his fingertips and traced it upstream along the direction of the earth's veins. Suddenly, he discovered a fissure hidden by thorns deep in the canyon, from which a pale purple mist, of the same origin as that of the Western Buddhist Kingdom, was seeping out.

"really."

Zheng Jun shattered the rocks with a flick of his sleeve, and a dazzling burst of light suddenly erupted from the cracks.

A bronze fragment shaped like a tortoise shell floats in the air, its surface engraved with dense, unique characters, seemingly a writing system unique to this world.

When Zheng Jun gazed at it with the 'Candle Dragon Eye' Dharma form, he saw a river of stars flowing inside the fragment, which was actually a miniature Heavenly Dao that was repairing itself!

"Yo?"

Upon seeing this, Zheng Jun was taken aback: "This is..."

This item stirred a sense of longing in Zheng Jun.

This is the way of heaven!

The will of heaven!

However, it is merely a remnant and damaged manifestation of the will of Heaven.

This is not the complete version.

"Pity."

Zheng Jun sighed and looked at the bronze fragment. Although he said "what a pity," his eyes were still burning with focused light.

He finally understood what the Western World Honored One wanted to do.

His rapid advancement was enough to make the Western World Honored One wary, and there were also top cultivators from the Luo Tian and Xuan Huang realms outside. The probability of him becoming a Dao Lord existed, but it was ridiculously low.

But why is he still so persistent?

Zheng Jun previously thought that the Western Buddha's obsession was too deep, so he kept pursuing him.

But now it seems that it is because of this remaining, damaged will of Heaven.

This remaining will of Heaven could not possibly allow the Western World Honored One to become a Dao Lord, but it could allow him to step into an unprecedented realm.

Half-step Dao Master.

Or rather, the highest level of Dharma appearance.

However, this would eliminate his normal path to advancement, leaving him only to mend the remaining Heavenly Dao Will in order to slowly ascend to become the Dao Lord of that broken world.

Originally, the Western World Honored One intended to use this remaining will of heaven and earth to gradually absorb the origin, thereby slowly replenishing the will of heaven and earth.

The so-called reincarnation is just an excuse for him to control this thing.

However, Zheng Jun's appearance naturally made the Western World Honored One feel a sense of urgency.

After all, once Zheng Jun appeared, all the original power was intercepted by him. The Western World Venerable was unable to contend with Zheng Jun, so he was particularly frustrated and could only temporarily take control of the Heavenly Dao Will in order to become a half-step Dao Lord.

Therefore, they came to counter Zheng Jun.

However, there was too much primordial power, and he couldn't absorb it all.

Zheng Jun is now condensing the 'Candle Dragon Eyes' Dharma Image. Once the 'Candle Dragon Eyes' Dharma Image is formed, it will be able to see through all things in the world, and Zheng Jun will discover it sooner or later.

Therefore, the Western World Honored One chose to strike at the crucial moment of Zheng Jun's breakthrough, taking the initiative to prevent Zheng Jun from condensing the 'Candle Dragon Eye' Dharma form and delaying him for a period of time.

Then, he was killed by Zheng Jun.

What he didn't get to enjoy, Zheng Jun is now getting.

"Whoo~"

Zheng Jun exhaled and casually tucked the thin bronze piece into his sleeve.

Half-step Dao Master?

Not interested in.

Zheng Jun can now walk on the main road, why would he need to walk on this broken and dilapidated road, where the future is uncertain?

For ordinary people, the Ten Deities Dharma is naturally as difficult as ascending to heaven.

But for Zheng Jun, it is not impossible.

And very quickly.

"However, this item can attract the power of the outer world, and at critical moments, it can also allow me to overdraw my potential and fully unleash it, so it is a pretty good item."

Zheng Jun thought to himself.

For the Buddha in the far west, this was a precious item that he was reluctant to use.

In Zheng Jun's view, he could simply stand up and use it to absorb the power of origin. If anything happened, he could directly detonate the power of the Heavenly Dao within, turning this thing, which had the potential to become a permanent buff, into a one-time item that would temporarily enhance his strength.

After tucking the cloth into his sleeve, Zheng Jun looked around, then soared into the sky, rushing back to the capital to continue his secluded cultivation.

While spiritual practice is incredibly profound, it can also become tedious and boring over time.

However, this is a time when every second counts, so we can only silently endure this bit of tedium.

Now, more than fifty years have passed since the changing seasons.

Zheng Jun, who was absorbing the pure essence in the Taiji Palace, suddenly opened his eyes slightly, and a line of gilded characters appeared before him.

The repayment of the 'Virtue Sect' Dharma image has been completed.

A line of small print brought Zheng Jun a great sense of relief.

The teachings of the 'Virtue Sect' were finally completed.

Changing habits is difficult; it inevitably requires years of development for them to form such habits.

In this case, it can be considered complete.

"I wonder what the situation is like in the Luo Tian Realm over the past seventy years."

Zheng Jun thought to himself.

With the 'Virtue Cult' completed, the next one is naturally the 'Wandering the Martial World' that fell from Master Qingxu Wanfa.

Seventy years is actually a bit short.

If this were a martial arts novel from a previous life, it would naturally become a world of its own.

However, the Luo Tian Realm is naturally different, and even for a genius, the martial arts techniques are only just reaching the perfect level of enlightenment by the age of seventy, and obtaining the Yuan Dan is as difficult as ascending to heaven.

But since things have come to this, let's go take a look.

Just then, Zheng Jun also wanted to have another idea.

A fragment of bronze flashed in Zheng Jun's hand.

This time, Zheng Jun will descend in his true form.

This object is used to conceal the secrets of heaven.

……

As dusk settled, a crescent moon quietly climbed onto the tip of a willow branch.
It was dusk, and figures were gathering, arriving as agreed.

On the horizon, the setting sun, like blood, lingered, reluctant to sink, echoing the slender crescent moon rising in the east, adding a hazy glow to the evening.

"Ding...ding..."

The clear sound of bells came from the west gate.
A young swordsman, with a sword at his waist, strolled into the city.

He wore a gray-black robe, with a rough pottery gourd hanging from his waist. He walked leisurely, yet possessed an air of otherworldly elegance.

This is Zheng Jun's appearance in this world, a style quite in line with this world.

His face was thin and his complexion was slightly yellow.

Since we are here to walk in this world, we should naturally enter into it and see what it's like.

His target was a nearby metropolis, a metropolis with hundreds of thousands of inhabitants.

Stepping into the city, the hustle and bustle hits you. Crowds of people and vehicles throng the streets and alleys, as if people from all around have gathered here to attend this night market.

The lights were as bright as day, illuminating the myriad aspects of city life.

On the east side, a woman was hawking sweet tofu pudding. The porcelain bowl was filled with tender, trembling tofu pudding, its sweet aroma tempting and mouthwatering. On the west side, the storyteller had not yet begun to sing, but was slowly sipping tea to moisten his throat, the last notes of his voice barely audible amidst the noise...

If one did not know that ghosts roam this world, one would surely think that this place is a dazzling, ever-burning night.

As soon as Zheng Jun stepped into the night market, he noticed several subtle glances sweeping over him. He remained calm and strolled leisurely through the crowd, seemingly oblivious to the surrounding noise.

Before long, a thin man with deep-set eyes squeezed through the crowd, approached Zheng Jun, and whispered, "Sir, are you new here? Do you need any 'blood slaves'?"

Upon hearing this, Zheng Jun's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly, and a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes.

Although he was new to this place, the words "blood slave" already gave him a sense of bloody evil.

The man who came to greet us was about thirty years old, with a thin face, deep-set eyes, and a string of copper bells hanging from his waist, which jingled as he walked.

Seeing that Zheng Jun seemed interested, he lowered his voice and said, "Sir, this 'blood slave' is a good thing. It is specially used by cultivators to replenish their qi and blood. One of its essence and blood is equivalent to that of a hundred mortals..."

Zheng Jun remained calm and immediately said, "Take me to see."

"please."

When Zheng Jun agreed, a hint of joy flashed in the man's eyes. He immediately led him through the bustling night market and into a dark, narrow alley.

The alley was damp and cold, with moss climbing on the walls on both sides, and at the end was a dilapidated courtyard with faded red lanterns hanging on it.

"Please wait a moment, sir."

The man pulled a rusty key from his pocket and pushed open the creaking wooden door. The courtyard was filled with a stench of decay and blood. Several shriveled corpses lay scattered on the ground, clearly 'waste' drained of their life essence.

Zheng Jun's gaze swept across the center of the courtyard, where three wooden cages, each about half a person's height, were placed, and inside the cages were five or six ragged martial artists.

Their eyes were vacant, their wrists and ankles were pierced by iron chains, and their wounds were covered with purplish-black scabs.

In the cage on the far left, a young martial artist suddenly convulsed violently, and spiderweb-like blood vessels appeared under his skin. In the blink of an eye, he turned into a skeleton.

"Look, this is top-quality live bait!"

The man kicked the wooden cage and said smugly, "These martial artists have cultivated qi and blood techniques, making them ten times more durable than ordinary blood slaves. Just feed them a bowl of 'Soul-Locking Soup' every day, and they can be repeatedly drained of their essence three to five times. This essence can then be used to supply the deities they worship, enough to prolong their lives..."

Upon hearing this, Zheng Jun ignored the man and instead went forward to take a look with great interest.

To be honest, this place really surprised Zheng Jun.

He traveled among mortals, teaching martial arts, but unexpectedly, he received a different response in the Luo Tian Realm.

The martial arts here are similar to those in the Yama Realm, but not quite the same!

The martial arts here have actually forged their own path, a way that resonates with the Luo Tian Realm, capable of absorbing the essence of the Luo Tian Realm and reaching the realm of the 'Great Emperor'.

This surprised Zheng Jun.

"The Luo Tian Realm seems to be more powerful than the Xuanhuang Realm."

Zheng Jun thought to himself.

Just then, in the wooden cage in front of Zheng Jun, a emaciated, withered, yellow-faced man suddenly opened his eyes, seemingly regaining a sliver of consciousness. With his last bit of strength, he shouted at Zheng Jun, "Run!"

Before he finished speaking, a gust of wind swept past Zheng Jun from behind.

It turned out that two other accomplices had already quietly surrounded him. One of them held a poisoned short blade and stabbed him in the back, while the other threw out an iron chain from his sleeve, intending to lock his throat!
Zheng Jun ignored them and continued to observe the state of the martial artists' bodies without moving. He heard two loud bangs, and the two attackers crashed into the courtyard as if they had hit a mountain. Their short blades shattered, their chains broke, and they were sent flying several feet away, crashing heavily into the courtyard.

The lean man's expression changed drastically. He turned to run away, but Zheng Jun flicked his sleeve, and his legs froze on the spot as if filled with lead, unable to move an inch.

He cried out, "I didn't know you were a great hero! Great hero, spare my life! Great hero, spare my life!"

"interesting."

Zheng Jun chuckled lightly, then asked, "Why did you capture these martial artists?"

Seeing that Zheng Jun seemed very curious about everything, the man stared blankly for a moment before realizing something.

The one before us must be a celestial being descended to earth!

After all, in the past hundred years, the legend of "a celestial being descending to earth" has often circulated among the human race in the Luo Tian Realm. Now, with such strength and no ghostly aura, it fits the legend perfectly!

Thinking of this, the man was about to beg for mercy when Zheng Jun simply waved his sleeve. The man was immediately struck dumb, frozen in place, unable to utter a word.

Zheng Jun looked at the sallow-faced man in the wooden cage in front of him.

Zheng Jun waved his hand again, and the man coughed up a mouthful of black blood. His face became much rosier. After thanking him, he said bitterly, "You don't know, chivalrous man... This is how the world is. Those high and mighty 'Great Masters' appear to be practicing the orthodox methods of the Xuanmen, but in reality, they secretly collude with evil spirits... They use human blood as a catalyst to raise vengeful ghosts. The more vigorous a martial artist's blood and qi are, the more ferocious the ghosts become!"

Having said that, the sallow-faced man pointed tremblingly at the corpse of his companion in the cage: "We martial artists are nothing more than living 'blood medicine' in their eyes... cough cough... The ghost servants under the Great Master come to collect blood every seven days. If someone survives three blood-collecting sessions, they will be refined into a 'blood puppet,' never to be reincarnated..."

Suddenly, a strong wind blew outside the courtyard, causing the hanging red lanterns to sway violently, and foul-smelling bloodstains seeped from the lantern paper.

The wiry man's face lit up with wild joy, and he screamed, "It's the Blood Skull under the command of True Immortal Yin Huai! You—"

Before the words were finished, three cracks suddenly appeared in the ground, and three skeletons dressed in wedding gowns crawled out.

Scarlet threads were wrapped around their joints, eerie green flames flickered in their empty eye sockets, and foul-smelling blood mist spewed from their mouths.

"Noisy."

Zheng Jun flicked his finger, and a ray of golden light swept past like a dragon.

The three blood-red skeletons froze instantly, the threads on the wedding dress snapped inch by inch, and the ghostly fire went out with a 'poof'.

Before the lean man could even scream, he shattered into dust like a thousand-year-old terracotta figurine.

The sallow-faced man stared in disbelief, then suddenly realized something.

As a martial artist himself, he could naturally sense the familiarity in Zheng Jun's methods.

In an instant, the words "heaven and man" entered his mind.

"It seems that the human race in this world is in extremely dangerous condition."

After taking a deep breath, Zheng Jun did not hesitate, and the gilded characters in front of him flashed.

[Should we advance our 'journey through the martial arts world'...?]

"Advance payment".

[Advance payment successful!]

After the shimmering gold light appeared before them, a dazzling golden light flashed in their eyes, and in an instant, the sky above the entire city seemed to be torn apart by an invisible hand.

Seven figures were forcibly drawn from various parts of the city like shooting stars and crashed heavily onto the bluestone slab in front of Zheng Jun. They were the seven 'Great Masters' who occupied this city.

The malevolent aura surrounding them had not yet dissipated, and their faces were still frozen in a look of utter horror.

They had no idea what was happening before they were forcibly taken away!

What power this is!
"Your Excellency is..."

A young-looking Taoist priest opened his mouth, but before he could finish speaking, the oldest man in purple robes smashed his knee against the floor tiles, and a bronze ghost mask soaked in blood rolled out of his arms.

He looked up, trembling, and met Zheng Jun's eyes, which seemed to hold the cycles of the sun and moon: "You...you are..."

Clearly, this person recognized him.

This old man in purple robes was not actually a Great Master.

Rather, he was a being above the Great True Person, a being of the 'Ghost Extreme Realm,' who had once followed the Skeleton Empress and met Zheng Jun once.

Now that he has retired here, he never expected to see Zheng Jun again!

Before he finished speaking, a wisp of mysterious yellow energy flew out from Zheng Jun's sleeve.

At the same time, patterns of tortoises and snakes intertwined appeared between the brows of the seven people, and the shrieks of thousands of fierce ghosts came from their bodies.

The ghosts they kept were forcibly removed by Zheng Jun.

The roof tiles on both sides of the street trembled violently, and the people watched in horror as the seven usually high and mighty "Great Masters" crumbled from the ground up like wax figures, turning into black ash that filled the sky.

"Evil spirits run rampant in this world."

Zheng Jun's voice, as resounding as a great bell, echoed throughout the city, each syllable causing the lanterns under the eaves to sway violently: "The so-called Great Master is actually a man-eating demon."

"I am the True Warrior of this world, and I shall be the 'True Warrior Demon-Slaying Emperor'."

As Zheng Jun's voice rang out, golden light simultaneously illuminated all the dark corners of the city.

"Listen carefully, all of you."

Zheng Jun rose into the air, a mysterious light of tortoise and snake intertwined beneath his feet, and the majestic image of the Lord of the World appeared behind him.

With his left hand holding up the bronze fragment of the Heavenly Dao, and his right hand clenched into a fist, the Yin Mountain, a thousand miles away, collapsed with a deafening roar. The thousand-year-old Corpse King, who was hiding inside, was refined into a wisp of green smoke before he could even scream.

"From this day forward, all those who consume living souls shall be punished."

Seventy-two sword lights flew out from his sleeve, splitting all the temples in the city that worshipped ghosts in two, and still-beating human hearts rolled out of the shrines.

"Those who keep humans in captivity."

The rough pottery gourd at his waist shattered, and towering waves transformed into thousands of chains, suspending three hundred ghost cultivators lurking among the people into the air. The evil spirits they had raised turned on their master, and the gnawing sounds were terrifying.

"Colluding with evil spirits!"

Suddenly, he grabbed a spot in the void and yanked out a skull wearing an imperial crown. The skull opened and closed its jaw as if begging for mercy, but was crushed into dust by the Xuanhuang Qi bursting from Zheng Jun's palm.

Zheng Jun's voice suddenly became calm, but it caused the earth's veins throughout the city to rumble: "We shall suffer this calamity!"

Upon hearing Zheng Jun's words, the entire city was in an uproar, and the yellow-faced man was extremely excited!
Their martial arts are also those of emperors!
In the instant Zheng Jun made his move, a skeletal throne shrouded in black mist trembled suddenly thousands of miles away.

On the throne, a skeleton clad in a black imperial robe suddenly opened its empty eye sockets, its eerie green soul flames flickering violently, as if sensing something.

"Who dares to slaughter the ghost cultivators under my command?!"

The deep, hoarse voice echoed throughout the gloomy hall like the wailing of ten thousand ghosts.

The Skeleton Emperor slowly rose, and the dark ghostly energy surrounding him surged like a tide, instantly turning the sky within a hundred miles in ink.

He took a step forward, the void beneath his feet shattered, and his figure transformed into a streak of black light, carrying boundless rage, heading straight towards Zheng Jun's location!

At the same time, Zheng Junzheng stood in mid-air, his body radiating golden light, like the sun hanging in the sky, dispelling the gloom in the city.

The people looked up and saw a majestic statue behind him, with tortoises and snakes coiled around it, suppressing evil spirits from all directions.

Suddenly, Zheng Jun frowned slightly, turned his gaze to the horizon, and a cold smile appeared on his lips.

"It came pretty quickly."

Before the words were even finished, dark clouds loomed over the city, and a suffocating pressure swept over them.

The ordinary people in the city knelt on the ground, trembling as if the end of the world had come.

"boom--!"

With a deafening roar, the void shattered, and the Great Emperor of the Ghost Path broke through space, arriving in an instant.

He hovered opposite Zheng Jun, his skeletal face contorted in a ferocious grimace, his imperial robes fluttering in the wind, and his ghostly aura condensing into countless hideous ghost faces, roaring and howling.

"The Human Emperor dares to be so insolent before me?!"

The Ghost Emperor's voice was icy, and his soul fire locked onto Zheng Jun: "Today, I will make your soul vanish and your spirit be scattered, never to be reincarnated again!"

Zheng Jun smiled calmly, flicked his sleeve, and said, "A mere ghost dares to call itself an emperor?"

"You're courting death!" The Ghost Emperor was furious. He raised his hand and waved it, and the ghostly energy in the sky transformed into a giant hand that covered the sky. With the force of destruction, it slammed down on Zheng Jun!

Zheng Jun neither dodged nor avoided, but simply raised his right hand, and a golden light shone from his fingertip.

"break."

With a single word, golden light, like a sword, pierced through the giant palm in an instant. The heaven-covering demonic palm shattered with a deafening roar, turning into a cloud of black smoke that dissipated.

The Ghost Emperor's body trembled, and the soul fire in his eye sockets flickered violently. He had clearly not expected Zheng Jun to break his attack so easily.

"You...you are..."

The voice of the Ghost Emperor held a hint of surprise and doubt.

Zheng Jun stood with his hands behind his back and said calmly, "Don't you recognize me?"

Upon hearing Zheng Jun's words, the Ghost Emperor finally recognized Zheng Jun's identity, and his expression changed drastically: "Why are you here?"

"Die."

Zheng Jun did not want to say more, and all six Dharma images appeared at once.

This newly ascended ghost, whose strength is no more than that of the turtle-fishing man, is not worthy of speaking to me.

This time, I'm going to make things really big for the Luo Tian Realm! (End of Chapter)