Great Love for All Heavens Begins with Huang Yaoshi

Chapter 137 A mere stable boy can bring down a so-called god to the mortal realm.

Wuming looked excited and was about to speak, but then immediately shut his mouth.

"There is no need to worry about Di Shitian noticing; I have set up an array barrier between us."

“Brother Xiong, Di Shitian has already obtained two Dragon Essences. With his current power, if he takes another Dragon Essence, I’m afraid no one will be able to subdue him.”

Wuming hurriedly said:

"Fortunately, the dragon essence extracted from the dragon is extremely hot and cannot be consumed for the time being. You must stop Indra before the dragon essence cools down."

"As expected of you, even now, you're still thinking about the safety of the martial arts world of China," Zhuang Buran sighed.
"Unfortunately, it's too late. I've calculated that the Dragon Essence has completely cooled down, and Emperor Shitian has already consumed it."

"Do you possess the martial arts skills to defeat Indra?"

"He already possesses nearly two thousand years of internal energy. If the phoenix blood within him merges with the dragon essence, who knows how much his power will increase." The white-haired, black-robed man sighed softly.
"The outcome is unpredictable; it's truly impossible to know whether we'll win or lose."

Anonymous replied immediately:

"Then you don't need to worry about me for now. Nie Feng and the others have also obtained the Dragon Essence. If they consume the Dragon Essence, their power will surely increase greatly. With you joining forces, we will definitely be able to deal with Di Shitian with great confidence."

Zhuang Buran calmly glanced at Wuming:
"Don't be anxious, I didn't say I would save you first."

Upon hearing this, Wuming's expression froze, and he was utterly speechless.

"I believe in Brother Wuming's talent and comprehension. He has already mastered the simple task of losing his skills and is able to rebuild his power."

"As for the severed meridians in the limbs, what is there to say? The 'Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Source' is a gradual skill. It only takes one or two months to reconnect the meridians and return to normal life."

"Then why did Brother Xiong sneak into Tianmen?" Wuming really didn't know what to say, and gave a bitter smile:
"You didn't come here just to see me make a fool of myself, did you?"

"If I said yes, would Brother Wuming immediately rebuild his power, reconnect his meridians, and have a battle with me that would determine who is superior and who will live or die?"

Seeing the nameless man's silent demeanor, the white-haired, black-robed man finally spoke:

"Alright, I won't tease you anymore. If I help you eliminate Di Shitian, how will you thank me?"

"Ten things that do not violate principles or harm morality." The nameless man cut through the mess swiftly.

"Alright, as expected of a martial arts legend, you're truly generous. Fifteen items it is then." Zhuang Buran nodded.

Wuming said helplessly:

“Brother Xiong, I have already included the two losses from the bets and the three times I helped out.”

"Oh, really?" Zhuang Buran smiled. "So, are you going to agree or not?"

"How dare Wuming refuse?"

"Hehe, in about two or three months, Brother Wuming will be able to put his mind at ease."

After speaking, the white-haired man in black robes vanished from the spot, his figure becoming ethereal and uncertain.

Two months have passed in the blink of an eye.

Inside the ice room, Wuming practiced walking, his limbs stiff, trying to move his body.

"Very well, I truly underestimated you. You only spent two months reconnecting the meridians in your limbs," Emperor Shitian suddenly appeared and said.

"With such talent and perseverance, it's no wonder that for thousands of years, I've found you, my grandson, to be the most pleasing to the eye."

"If you want to cripple me again, then come and do it. There's no need for you to stand here making sarcastic remarks."

Wuming moved with incredible difficulty, his body stiff, his forehead, cheeks, and temples covered in frost-covered sweat.

Indra frowned and sighed:
"Not only do you not appreciate my efforts in saving you, but you also treat our ancestor as an enemy. This is really not in line with your character of having the world in your heart!"

The nameless man turned to the side and said:

"I have no choice in who my ancestors were, but as for your character, I have only one thing to say: I am ashamed to be associated with you."

"You're willing to befriend someone like Xiong Ba, yet you refuse to acknowledge me, your ancestor. You don't still harbor unrealistic fantasies about him, do you?" Emperor Shitian said with a mocking expression.
"After all these days, you are still so naive. He should still be sleeping soundly under the old peach tree all day long, because the lives of people like you and the so-called common people are not as important as his dream when he rests."

"Judging from your tone, it seems you've sent people to observe his movements outside the bamboo forest." Nameless stared at Emperor Shitian.
"Seeing that you are so wary, I feel somewhat relieved."

"What a joke! Sooner or later, I will tear Xiong Ba to pieces." Di Shitian immediately disappeared from the spot.

Three days later.

Inside Tianwen Temple, a mile away from Tianmen, Di Shitian was seen with a pale face, clutching his chest as if he had suffered a severe internal injury. In addition, his right arm was badly injured, with blood dripping from his palm onto the ground.

He staggered slightly as he entered an extremely secluded Buddhist shrine chamber.

Inside the secret chamber, at the very front center, stood a tall, golden Buddha statue, but the two eyes of the statue emitted an extremely eerie, blood-red light.

Indra raised his hand towards the Buddha statue's eyes, slightly channeling his energy, attempting to retrieve the object from a distance, but his face revealed an expression of unbearable pain.

He then endured the pain and the two blood-red pills fell into his hand.

At that moment, a soft footstep sounded. Di Shitian turned his head sharply and saw a young man with long, flowing hair, a handsome yet sinister face, holding a fiery red longsword, walking towards them.

"Duan Lang, it's you." Di Shitian sneered after a moment's thought.
"It was all your doing. You discovered that I had cultivated the Five Thunder Transformation Technique and then told Huai Mie, who used the Heavenly Sin to test my strength and weakness. Then you lured Feng Yun to attack Tianmen."

"It was all to force me into a desperate situation, hoping to turn the tide with the two Dragon Essences."

Duan Lang smiled calmly:
"To me, emotions such as sympathy, forgiveness, and pity are tantamount to insults."

"I once made a solemn vow to myself that anyone who has ever insulted me will regret it for the rest of their life."

"And you are one of them."

He stepped forward and raised his hand:

"Hand over the two dragon cores you have, and I'll let you die a quicker death."

Indra's face turned cold, and he shouted:

"How dare you! Have you forgotten what happens to those who betray me?"

"Given your temperament, in the past, I would have been beheaded long ago if I had acted this way, but you are still patiently talking to me now."

Duan Lang looked completely confident of victory.

"The Iron Refining Hand, which is hailed as one of the ten most difficult martial arts in the world, can only melt divine weapons. However, the Five Thunder Transformation Hand can dissolve all things in the world by relying on the power of the five elements. It can not only turn all divine weapons into ashes, but also has the ability to dissolve internal energy."

"The phoenix blood and dragon essence in your body are incompatible and cannot be fused together. Therefore, you have been practicing the Five Thunder Transformation Technique to dissipate most of your power in order to fuse the phoenix blood and dragon essence and obtain true immortality."

"Now my power is greatly diminished. I can neither heal my wounds nor use the Sacred Heart Technique. The phoenix blood in my body is also being lost in large quantities. I am no longer an immortal body."

Upon hearing this, Di Shitian's mockery intensified. His aura trembled slightly, and his eyes flashed with ice and lightning. He instantly sent Duan Lang flying to the entrance of the secret chamber, and then took the opportunity to stuff two dragon orbs into his mouth.

Duan Lang flashed and grabbed Di Shitian by the neck, preventing him from swallowing. With a slight exertion, two dragon pearls flew out.

He leaped up and grabbed the dragon essence in mid-air.

Just as Indra was about to fight to the death, determined to take this traitor to hell even if it meant his own demise, the secret chamber suddenly transformed into a dense forest, with vines resembling chains of black iron binding the hands and feet of the two men.

"Wonderful! What a spectacular show! I've been waiting for this moment for over two months."

A white-haired man in a black robe entered the secret room, and the vines inside made way for him as if they were very intelligent.

He looked with satisfaction at Duan Lang, who was suspended in mid-air, still unwilling to accept reality:

"The young man of yesteryear has finally grown up. I vaguely remember that when you were young, although you had delicate features, you always had a melancholy look in your eyes. Your tied-up brown hair was a little frizzy, and there was always a hint of a defiant sneer on your lips."

"Now that I can outwit an old monster a thousand times more powerful than you, I am deeply gratified."

The white-haired man in black robes sincerely said:
"The World Society that I founded is truly unparalleled in the world. A mere stable boy can bring down the so-called gods to the mortal realm."

(End of this chapter)