The Ancient Saint Emperor of the Heaven-shading

Chapter 77: Another year has passed, and the immortal spirit is chasing the peak (6K)

In the Western Desert, golden sand is everywhere, people are seldom seen, and vegetation is sparse.

Now the underworld has taken over this place, turning the entire area into a burial pit. The boundless desert has turned blood red, soaked in the blood of millions of creatures.

Any living creature that comes to the Western Desert can see the special willpower formed by obsession and resentment interweaving and steaming above the corpses like a sea, waiting to be transformed into ghost soldiers, and the thick breath of death is overwhelming.

The venerable masters of the underworld throughout the ages have also studied the special power of vows, but they chose another direction. They extracted not the piety of all beings to do good, but the fear of death, which can induce the corpse to communicate with spirits and turn it into a ghost realm.

A disciple of Changsheng Tianzun, a creature who called himself Xue Ni, stood above the pile of corpses, with an altar of bones in front of him. He was delivering a message, his voice hoarse and cold, "I have arrived in Beidou. One of the seeds of Yama Palace has died. There are too many ancient emperor inheritances and extreme weapons here. I need support to build Ximo into a branch of the underworld."

This is indeed the case. After tens of millions of years of accumulation, the underworld has no shortage of holy corpses, which are buried in the dark tombs for worship. Once they become spiritual, they can reproduce their unparalleled divine power. It can be said with some exaggeration that the holy corpses of their underworld family are enough to defeat the ancestral kings of all the tribes in the Big Dipper. This is not an exaggeration.

The underworld is now at its peak, having only lost some of its resources in the war between gods and the collapse of heaven. The Tongtian Mingbao is in charge, the three spirits of the immortal source are still alive, the three great palace emperors stand proudly, and there are other supreme beings lurking. No one in the world has made them retreat.

His mission here was to find the Lord of the Underworld, but he also had other things to do. It would be very interesting if Beidou had the corpse of the ancient emperor. However, as far as he knew, under the Eastern Wasteland Purgatory, there was the corpse of the Holy Spirit, who was killed by the Fighting Saint Emperor. That was a big deal that was delivered to his doorstep.

At the same time, in the underworld where the underworld is located, there is not a single ancient star of life. It is shrouded in dark fog and dead, and it is a veritable hell.

At this time, a black building was suspended above the underworld, surrounded by green mist. Above the magnificent gate was a bronze plaque with three large characters engraved on it: Yama Hall.

This is one of the most terrifying places in the underworld, on par with the Hades Emperor and the Prison Zhen Sect.

"Report! His Highness Changsheng has reached Beidou. On the way, he encountered the divine Nian, who led Beidou's troops together and slaughtered all the creatures in the Western Desert, occupying the area. However, this operation resulted in the loss of fifty Saint Corpses and seven Saint King Corpses. One of the Yama Seeds also died, killed by that solar body."

At this moment, after receiving the message from Xue Nie, someone rushed into the hall and knelt on one knee to report. He was surrounded by yin energy and his face was pale. It was obvious that he was a spirit of the corpse.

Upon hearing this, a cold laugh came from above the Hades Palace. "It's disappointing. The inheritance of Yama is really getting worse with each generation. They no longer have the divine resources of their predecessors. How can they talk about ruling the underworld? Even one of the seeds has died. The Yin body that was said to be the strongest in ten thousand years, nurtured in the palace for a long time, is so vulnerable that it was killed in just five moves.

What's more, he was killed by the descendant of his old enemy, the Sun Saint Emperor. If the dormant Yama Emperor knew about this, he would probably be furious. "

A voice echoed from Yama Palace, "It's not that Lord Yama isn't strong, but this generation's Sun Body is too extraordinary. Its strength is enough to overwhelm the Ancient Prince. Only the complete Three Sons of the Underworld can be born to resist."

The Prison Suppression Palace trembled, and a cold whisper was heard, shaking the entire underworld. "It seems that the underworld has really become rusty and lazy! Even if some of our strength is in Ziwei to fight against the two great royal clans, we shouldn't suffer losses in Beidou. What a bunch of trash!"

Under the scolding, the burial pit trembled, and countless ghosts shivered, all crawling down and bowing their heads in worship.

"What a joke! After defeating Heaven, the Underworld has become weaker with each generation. Back then, when I, Senior Mingtu, conquered the Ten Directions, Heaven was about to collapse when the Yin Army came out, leaving behind an eternal reputation. At the end of reincarnation, the Underworld is the final destination of all living beings. This is not just talk, how can you be so cowardly!

Since Changsheng wants reinforcements, then give him some. Tell him that the Western Desert alone isn't enough. Besides the restricted area of ​​the Eastern Wasteland, conquer the other three major regions as well! My underworld has nothing but a wealth of experts. The strongest heroes from all ages gather here. No one can contend with us."

The representatives in the three palaces revived, and their deep roars shook the underworld for billions of miles, causing blood-red lightning to dance throughout the dark underworld. They began to give orders and dispatched personnel to support the Western Desert, ready to launch a war that would sweep across Beidou.

There, only the Eastern Wasteland made them wary.

At the same time, above Zhongzhou, Wang Hongwu and Taiyin Tianwang arrived in the spaceship of the Divine Organization and were warmly received.

This place is not an important place for the divine organization, but a secret place for conversation. No one knows where its headquarters is, and it cannot be found out.

After burning incense and praying to the main god, and worshipping again and again in front of the statue, a picture was finally reflected in the center of the spacecraft. It was a mountain, and there was an old man sitting cross-legged under an old pine tree, looking at him across the endless and distant universe.

The old man had white hair and a youthful face, his eyes were wise, as if he could see through everything in the world, unfathomable. He looked at Wang Hongwu carefully, and then sighed, "Alike, really like, they are simply carved from the same mold."

"I'm tired of hearing you guys say this all the time. Why don't you be practical? Ming Zun, is it a Chaos Body?" Wang Hongwu was helpless. It was really like everyone in the Divine Organization who met him would ask this question. He just wanted to know some useful information.

Unexpectedly, the old man shook his head and said, "I can't tell you that, because we can't confirm it, but he does have control over the Yin and Yang cosmic forces. However, there were indeed chaotic bodies in the mythological era."

"It's the same as not saying anything. What are your plans for calling me here? It's better to be frank. I always like profitable cooperation." Wang Hongwu was speechless. He also mastered the two original forces. He also knew that there was a chaotic body in the mythological era. He also knew that the chaotic body's physical body has now become Beidou.

The old man was a little surprised by his bluntness. He slowed down and said helplessly, "In general, I hope you can join our organization. It won't be a bad thing. It will also be beneficial to the development of Ziwei Sect in Beidou. You need a strong force to support you. Although the Douzhan Royal Family is upright and kind, they are not our own people after all. We don't have too deep interests entangled. We are more reliable."

Wang Hongwu pondered over this. Naturally, he wouldn't mind having too many allies, but what did the divine organization need from him, or what did it need him to do? He then began to ask.

"What do we need?" The old man laughed at the words, clapping his hands and shaking his head. "We just need you to grow up steadily and take over the legacy of Ming Zun. We need to see what he left behind and whether he returns. Of course, if you are interested, you can go and collect more fragments of the Chengxian Ding."

It’s a pity that the old man was not in person, otherwise he would most likely be able to sense the aura of the immortal cauldron in Wang Hongwu’s body, but now he has no idea of ​​it at all.

"You can think of it as a kind of investment, mutually beneficial." The main god added at the right time. They believed that Wang Hongwu had Mingzun's backup and would become the hope for the reappearance of the ancient heaven. Therefore, they did not interfere with his life trajectory, but only provided help and waited for rewards in the future.

"Okay, then I'll join." Wang Hongwu and Taiyin Tianwang looked at each other, and after a brief discussion, they decided to join the divine organization. He took over a token and a white mask from the main god's hand. The mask had the word "God" engraved on it, which was a symbol of identity and could also be used for communication.

Then, the Lord God took out another piece of dark red sacred wood and said, "This is the Nether Phoenix Blood Wood. If you use it to integrate it into your weapon, it will have a restraining effect on the underworld."

The King of the Moon was shocked when he saw this. According to legend, this was a seed of death that condensed after an immortal died and turned into a dark demon. It was then watered with the blood of a phoenix and grew into a strange tree that was specifically designed to defeat the Yin God.

This kind of Dark Phoenix Blood Wood was once circulated. It was said that it could be used to refine various evil weapons. It was very scary and left indelible pain to the gods of the past.

Wang Hongwu accepted it and directly integrated it into the banner of humanity. Even the spirit of the weapon was nourished, and some dark demon patterns and fairy phoenix patterns appeared on its surface.

"And this thing was left behind by Ming Zun in the past, but we only kept a part of it. The rest was taken away by the underworld. It is already incomplete. How to complete it depends on your chance." As he said this, the Lord God solemnly handed over a stone box.

Wang Hongwu opened it and suddenly found a broken corner of a roulette wheel inside, only one-sixth of it, with engraved images of gods on it, ancient and mysterious, as if representing a kind of reincarnation.

"Why does this thing give me a feeling that is somewhat similar to the Imperial Ruins Realm?" Suddenly, this thought popped up in his mind for no reason. He couldn't help but frowned, dispelled the distracting thoughts, and took them into his body. He thought of the star coordinates he got from the Desolate Tower. Could it be related to it?

While thinking, he and Taiyin Tianwang left the spaceship and returned to the gate of Ziwei Sect.

The spaceship of the divine organization temporarily stayed above the mountain gate. The main god and the generals were recuperating from their injuries, and they were also there to bolster their image and maintain order.

At this time, the Dao Heart Fruit Festival has been successfully carried out, and the races that have arrived are all buying, wanting to establish a stable channel with the Ziwei Sect. For them, this is the fastest way to expand the tribe, and they must not miss this opportunity.

"Currently, there's no obstacle to the spread of our divine fruit in Zhongzhou, and it can even cover two-sevenths of the Eastern Wasteland. This is already better than expected. At least it will allow Ziwei Sect to have sufficient resources and devote its energy to cultivating the next generation of disciples."

Wang Hongwu nodded in satisfaction. Seeking cooperation with the royal family and asking Huaguoshan for support were nothing more than taking advantage of the situation and building a stable platform. The purpose was to make all major ethnic groups accustomed to the existence of the Dao Heart Fruit, just like the use of the existence of the Source, and integrate it into daily life, making them inseparable from them.

And this cannot avoid the dominant ethnic group that rules Beidou. If they want to continue, they cannot exclude the royal family. Therefore, they need to cooperate and take advantage of the situation. Even for the Ziwei Sect, it doesn’t matter how many Dao Heart Fruits can be sold in this event. The most important thing is to build a community of interests.

At least for now, some ethnic groups in Zhongzhou have developed this tendency. They actively approached the Ziwei Sect during the event and wanted to become dependent on them, which has apparently surpassed the original alliance of a hundred tribes.

Taiyin Tianwang saw clearly that this was a snowballing tactic, using trade as a substitute for bloodshed. Otherwise, continuing to exterminate clans to expand power as before would not only provoke resistance from all other clans, but would also worsen relations with Huaguo Mountain. How many people could he exterminate? How much benefit could he gain? Even if they were added together, it wouldn't be as much as he'd earned today!

What's more, they can make money while forming an alliance, which is truly the case of making money through harmony.

This is the current development strategy of the Ziwei Sect. Relying on the Dao Heart Fruit to accumulate enough power, the more races are tied to the chariot of the human race, the more insignificant the resistance will be, and they will naturally be able to dominate the earth.

After conferring with the various tribes, Yuanshihu left first. Yuangu said with a complicated expression, "Thank you very much for this time. I plan to travel to the Imperial Ruins Realm to train with my ancestor Daohen. After that, I may challenge other ancient princes. I think someone like you shouldn't stay in Zhongzhou. If you have the chance, come to the Eastern Wasteland. The world there is more open."

"I'll go when I have the chance." Wang Hongwu smiled and waved goodbye to him, but just then he saw another person approaching. It was the Dragon Girl. She gazed at the Sun King, who was famous throughout Zhongzhou, and said softly, "Before we part, I have a request."

"Princess, please speak." Wang Hongwu nodded, and then the Dragon Girl said leisurely, "I want to compete with you in a move."

"Please." Without caring whether he agreed or not, the Dragon Girl immediately activated the ancient forbidden technique of the Emperor. It wasn't the Nine-Aperture Immortal Dragon's Chant, but rather the Heavenly Sound Binding Dao! Nine true dragon chains came crashing down upon him, attempting to restrain his Dao and his Fa and banish them from the heavens. Wang Hongwu remained calm, holding back a bit. He used the Diagram of the Dao in his divine form to interpret the union of the primordial spirit and the Dao, striving to avoid Dongfang Taiyi's various tactics and directly confronting each chain.

During the fight, the Dragon Girl closed her eyes and sensed the Dao Mark of the Ten Thousand Dragon Bells in her body, which emitted a faint ripple of bell sounds. When all the light faded away, the eternal light of her soul and the chains both collapsed, forcing the Dragon Girl to retreat backwards.

Her expression was calm, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised. She looked at Wang Hongwu deeply and said, "Thank you, Saint Son. See you in the East Wilderness someday."

See you in the East Wasteland? Wang Hongwu thought about it and it didn't seem to matter. After all, the Ten Thousand Dragons Nest was in the East Wasteland. He just regarded it as a polite remark.

"Even the princess of the Ten Thousand Dragons' Nest is inferior to him." "Compared to the Dragon King who often makes a big fuss, the Sun King may be more low-key, but his strength is no less."

Seeing this scene, people were shocked. Although this fight was not formal, it was enough to prove something: the Sun King was very scary.

"Goodbye, Sun King, if you are free, please come and visit our tribe." "Our tribe is also looking forward to your visit."

"My clan's Mingzhu has long been in love with you. Why don't you come to my home?"

"My tribe has a large Bible..." "My tribe has a sacred tree for enlightenment..." "My tribe has..."

For a time, envoys from various ethnic groups became enthusiastic, surrounding Wang Hongwu and constantly inviting him, leaving tokens and looking forward to his visit.

This took half a day, and by the time the bustling crowd had almost disappeared, the sun had set and it was evening.

Because the Ziwei Sect is really different now. Although it relied on the power of the Douzhan Royal Family before, it was still an alien race after all. Now it has the real Cangtian Dashu·God Organization standing up for them, and it supports the Sun King with an extremely firm attitude. This is very telling.

He single-handedly brought this behemoth to help him, and there was also a great sage looking down on him. Such an existence is a giant in Beidou, let alone the top ten royal families. Now even the Heavenly King family would have to think twice when seeing the Ziwei Sect. There is not much difference between the two sides.

In just a few years, the status of the human race rose rapidly, creating a miracle among all races and shocking all ethnic groups.

"What are your plans next?" Taiyin Tianwang looked over with a rather subtle expression. This young man is now a very famous person, admired by all races. It's incredible.

Wang Hongwu took out the incomplete five-colored altar he had taken away from the Southern Heaven Gate of Shenxu and said, "The most urgent thing is, of course, to acquire materials and repair the altar. I can be of great use to it, and I can also use it to establish contact with Ziwei Ancient Star later."

"You actually got this kind of thing?" Taiyin Tianwang was surprised, then he became excited, took the altar and went to prepare.

"Of course, the most important thing is to summon the Holy Emperor's divine thoughts. He is near Beidou, and it will not be difficult to guide him. Only then will our Ziwei Sect truly have a solid foundation, with supreme divine weapons that can be deployed at any time, and the Heavenly King sitting in charge and the Great Sage helping us."

Wang Hongwu let out a long sigh and went into seclusion on his own.

In the following days, the Ziwei Sect began to mobilize its forces and secretly purchased five-colored precious stones from major auction houses and stone shops.

As soon as this news came out, it immediately caused a stir in the Five Realms until an informed person unearthed the secret: someone wanted to build a five-colored altar and enter the boundless starry sky.

"In recent years, visitors from outside the domain have been arriving continuously. How could someone want to rush into the outer space?" People were surprised. Moreover, the precious stones needed to repair the five-color altar were very unpopular and there were not many in stock, which really made many people scratch their heads.

It was a crystal produced by an ancient spiritual tree. The tree species had long been extinct on this ancient planet. Occasionally, some crystals could be dug out from the ground. They were very rare.

In addition, with the joint efforts of major auction houses and stone shops, the price of this precious stone naturally soared. Some ethnic groups joined the quarrying industry, and a group of figures emerged by taking advantage of the opportunity.

During this period, some people were also collecting teleportation arrays. Anything related to crossing the star field, even if it was just a corner of the array pattern, would be purchased.

Some people speculated that this was a large-scale action by some royal families, and they would go deep into the star field and embark on the journey back to find the original ancient star. After all, all races also crossed from outside the domain, and the natives of Beidou had long disappeared.

Gradually, various speculations emerged, attracting great attention.

Soon, a year had passed in the turbulent times. The five regions were undercurrents, new people emerged, and old people fell sadly, and history moved forward.

Wang Hongwu himself devoted himself to cultivation in the mountain gate, and finally made a further progress and attracted a thunder tribulation.

For a moment, the sky was filled with lightning and dark clouds, which once again covered the sect's mountain gate.

People only saw a red rainbow rising into the sky and piercing into the dark clouds. In less than half an incense stick of time, it broke out of the calamity again, stepped through two levels of heaven, and stood on the eighth level of the second level of the Immortal Realm. It was only one step away from the path of beheading.

But the good news is that the weapon spirit has taken a step ahead of him and has become a sword-slaying weapon, becoming a powerful king.

"Holy Son, we have encountered some problems in purchasing the five-colored jade recently. Some forces are competing with us." After he came out of retreat, someone came to report the news. In addition to them and Huaguo Mountain, the Underworld and Ancient Emperor Mountain were also collecting it and sending people to seize it by force.

"If there is such a thing, let the spirit of the weapon handle it first." Wang Hongwu understood and sent the spirit of the weapon to deal with it. He continued to retreat and took out the laws of the Wild Pagoda left in the broken tripod. He wanted to use it to cultivate immortal energy, temper himself, and be in the best condition to kill the Tao.

This is the most important thing for him right now.

Three days passed in a flash. He adjusted his spirit and energy, and in order to further transform himself, he sacrificed the remains of the ancient heavenly palace.

In the Holy Son's palace, the broken tripod swayed, and the laws of the desolate tower inside were distorted, transforming into a little man who sat cross-legged in front of him and began to recite scriptures. Mysterious symbols bloomed one after another and disappeared into the void, forming a history book.

This is like a song to summon the souls of the immortals, and also like a funeral song of past history, soaring up to the nine heavens and descending into the nine netherworlds, reaching everywhere.

"The Huangta was originally a tool made during that period, and its principles are perfectly connected with the old ones. This is indeed the best opportunity." Wang Hongwu used the ancient method, and the pure white divine fire burned, and mysterious symbols flew out one after another, shining brilliantly, like words cast in metal, and were imprinted in the history books of the Huangta.

His method and Huangta's method began to intertwine, and he used them as fire to refine them, just like putting the seeds of his old method into a furnace, enduring its torture and tempering. This method was the fastest and most dangerous, and only extraordinary people could try it. Otherwise, they would easily get lost and sink into a broader path.

In this process of fusion, Wang Hongwu seemed to have left his body and traveled into the long river of history, witnessing one magnificent picture after another.

In the ancient land, there are endless Taoist flowers, supporting the sky and reaching the earth. The stamens bloom and hang down to the three thousand celestial rivers. He sits cross-legged in the middle, waiting to bloom.

In the mythical sky, the sun and the moon rotate, the ancient heaven stands proudly in the sky, and a phoenix lives on the ancient paulownia tree. He stands beside it, bathing in the chaotic energy.

In the ancient burial pit, he was surrounded by countless corpses and sunk in a dark sea of ​​blood. Every time the waves rose, it was a reincarnation, endless and with no end in sight.

During the years of historical fault, ancient beasts gathered and immortal birds cried out. He fought fiercely among all spirits, struck the nine heavens above and suppressed the eight wildernesses below. He created a myth in the world where he was an enemy and carved out a pure land.

Every blade of grass and every tree, rising and falling, all things in the world appeared and submerged him, immersing him in the bizarre picture.

Every experience seems real, a history he has personally experienced. He needs to break free from it, discern it, recognize his true self, and condense the true Dharma from the illusion.

What is his Dharma?
Having only the form of the law but not its essence, spirit and energy is not what he wants. It will become a gap and a disharmonious weakness in the system.

One Tao, one world. Wang Hongwu traveled in the void, struggling to cross the Tao fire. His body and soul were burning, and he had infinite insights. In an instant, it seemed as if he had experienced many eras. He finally constructed his own old law concept and established his own identity.

Resurrecting from extinction, rising from ruin, the broken and dusty history of the past is the "ruins" left by the saints. He is the witness and recorder of history, preserving, inheriting and rekindling these flames, and rebirthing them into a stronger, more potential and more symbolic law of the times.

The blue sea and blue sky dried up, and the saints were buried under the ruins; he came to recreate the mountains and seas, lift stones to repair the sky, and open up a perfect world in the holy ruins.

This is the concept of his old law, the way to Nirvana, carrying all the worries of the past and present on his own!

At this moment, a vague immortal aura emerged from outside his body, indicating that he had made a breakthrough on this path.

(End of this chapter)