# Chapter 1162: Fusion of the Third Life's Memories
"Are you really going back to the Blood God Sect?"
Huang Yanchen's voice sounded behind Zhang Ruochen.
"Mm." Zhang Ruochen said.
Huang Yanchen walked to Zhang Ruochen's side, a faint fragrance emanating from her body, and said: "With the Sect Leader missing, the Blood God Sect will surely fall into chaos. Those ambitious old-timers will definitely all want to sit in the Sect Leader's position. The first person they need to eliminate is the one with the right of succession to the Sect Leader—the Divine Son, which is you."
"I know."
Zhang Ruochen smiled, then added: "But I have no choice. I must stay. If the Blood God Sect falls under the control of the Undying Blood Clan, then the entire Tiantai Prefecture will descend into chaos, and even the entire Central Domain will experience no small upheaval."
"Back then, Father led the heroes of the human race, paying a tragic and fierce price, to drive the Undying Blood Clan overseas. Now that Father is no longer here, the Undying Blood Clan has returned in force. No matter what, I must do my part. Even if I cannot turn the tide, I will at least cut off a few of their claws and fangs first."
Huang Yanchen gently bit her lip and said: "Since you've made your decision, then I will definitely do everything I can to help you."
"Have you made contact with Qing Mo?" Zhang Ruochen asked.
Huang Yanchen nodded and said: "I received Qing Mo's Message Light Talisman. They have already returned to the Kunlun Realm and are hurrying toward the Blood God Sect."
Zhang Ruochen gently patted Huang Yanchen's fragrant shoulder, smiled, and said: "During this time, you should cultivate quietly in the Scroll World, striving to successfully pass your third Quasi-Saint Tribulation."
"I will definitely cultivate to the Saint Realm as quickly as possible, to help you kill the Undying Blood Clan's infiltrators. I absolutely cannot let them disrupt the Central Domain." Huang Yanchen said.
After Huang Yanchen went into seclusion, Zhang Ruochen came to the base of the Sky-Connecting Divine Tree, sat cross-legged on the ground, took out the Space-Time Secret Scripture, and flipped to the page recording the third realm of Time Sword Art—the "Twelve Hours Sword Art."
On the silver-colored paper, twelve small human figures were drawn, arranged in a circle.
"There are twelve hours in a day: Zi, Chou, Yin, Mao, Chen, Si, Wu, Wei, Shen, You, Xu, Hai. Each hour corresponds to one sword technique."
When Time Sword Art reached the third realm, it became even more marvelous and mysterious. One needed powerful Spiritual Power, exceptional comprehension, and tenacious will to grasp the subtleties of the sword techniques.
Zhang Ruochen separated a strand of Spiritual Power and applied it to the pattern.
"Hua—"
The twelve small human figures all seemed to come to life, standing up from the paper and vividly performing sword techniques one after another.
When he fought with the Sacred Soul Doppelganger of the Blood God Sect Leader, Zhang Ruochen had already comprehended some of the true essence of the Twelve Hours Sword Art.
Thus, when he viewed the sword manual again, he quickly became immersed.
"Zi Sword."
Zhang Ruochen closed his eyes, as if intoxicated, and executed the first sword of the Twelve Hours Sword Art.
Gradually, the Time Rules within dozens of miles around Zhang Ruochen became chaotic. The sky darkened, and a cold wind howled, as if entering the deep hour of Zi.
"Chou Sword."
The sword tip turned, and the sword path became bold and unrestrained.
Where the sword energy slashed past, the flow of time alternated between fast and slow, unpredictable.
Looking from afar, the scene beneath the Sky-Connecting Divine Tree changed dramatically. Sometimes the sky was dark and the earth dim, sometimes radiant light shone for ten thousand miles. Thousands upon thousands of sword beams interweaved together, making it difficult even for Saint-level beings to approach.
After practicing the Twelve Hours Sword Art three times in succession, Zhang Ruochen felt as if he had been practicing swordsmanship for three days. The Saint Qi in his body was mostly consumed, and his entire body was drenched in sweat.
"It consumes too much Saint Qi. Each sword technique feels like unleashing several Sacred Arts." Zhang Ruochen thought to himself.
Time Sword Art was too profound. Zhang Ruochen had only grasped some superficial aspects of the Twelve Hours Sword Art, far from fully comprehending all its true essence.
"In the third life within the Seven Lives Seven Deaths Diagram, I should have also practiced the Twelve Hours Sword Art. If I now fuse the memories and Sacred Dao insights of that third life, my understanding of the Twelve Hours Sword Art will surely reach a higher level."
Zhang Ruochen stopped overthinking and immediately began to act.
He unsealed the memory seal of the third life. Memories and Sacred Dao insights surged toward Zhang Ruochen like a tidal wave.
In the third life, Zhang Ruochen and Ling Feiyu had many entanglements of gratitude and enmity.
To comprehend the Sacred Dao, Zhang Ruochen decided to cultivate in the mortal world in this life, becoming the number one expert of an empire, basking in boundless glory and receiving the worship and admiration of countless cultivators.
Ling Feiyu, on the other hand, was the number one assassin of the evil path, with the ultimate goal of killing Zhang Ruochen. Unfortunately, she never succeeded, losing to Zhang Ruochen time and time again.
Their entanglements of gratitude and enmity lasted for a hundred years, with many events occurring. Some of these events, even after fusing the memories, made Zhang Ruochen sigh with emotion.
"It's so miraculous, as if I truly lived a lifetime. I wonder what experiences the remaining four lives held?" Zhang Ruochen revealed a smile.
Somehow, in Zhang Ruochen's consciousness, he had already regarded Ling Feiyu as a close friend.
She had taught Zhang Ruochen swordsmanship, and Zhang Ruochen had also been her master.
She had saved Zhang Ruochen, and Zhang Ruochen had saved her.
They had faced hardships together and had been lifelong rivals.
Such a bond was built up over time and experience, and it was undeniably deep.
At this moment, Zhang Ruochen very much wanted to carry a jar of fine wine, secretly ascend to the Demon Sect's main altar, and under the moonlight and clear breeze, drink heartily with her, discussing the experiences of the three lives in the Seven Lives Seven Deaths Diagram. There was so much he wanted to say.
Zhang Ruochen couldn't help but wonder: as the lofty First Saintess of the Moon-Worshipping Cult, how did she view this bond?
"I wonder if she regards me as a close friend?" Zhang Ruochen smiled.
In the end, Zhang Ruochen did not fuse the remaining four lives' memories. After all, one life's memories were enough for him to digest for a long time.
Unless his Spiritual Power reached the Saint level, Zhang Ruochen would consider fusing the fourth life's memories.
After fusing the memories and Sacred Dao insights of the third life, Zhang Ruochen's fist techniques, palm techniques, sword techniques, and Spiritual Power all improved to varying degrees.
Both the Seven Orifices Blood Nether Palm and the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Palm reached even higher realms, unleashing even greater power.
In terms of swordsmanship, he had already cultivated Sword Six to the fourth level. Of course, there was still a considerable distance from Great Perfection.
His Spiritual Power intensity had also improved somewhat, but it had not yet reached the fiftieth rank, so he had not become a Saint.
"After fusing the memories and Sacred Dao insights of the third life, the improvement in martial techniques is no longer as exaggerated as in the first and second lives. Sure enough, in the later lives, the magnitude of improvement in martial techniques becomes smaller and smaller."
Zhang Ruochen was not disappointed. At least, the Twelve Hours Sword Art had made considerable progress, becoming one of his most important trump cards. Once unleashed, it could pose a certain degree of threat to Middle Stage Saints.
Moreover, with deeper Sacred Dao insights, Zhang Ruochen would find it easier to pass the third Quasi-Saint Tribulation.
"Now, passing the first Quasi-Saint Tribulation is practically a sure thing."
Zhang Ruochen was about to undergo the tribulation and break through to the Quasi-Saint Realm in one go.
But Xiao Hei rushed toward him somewhat frantically, almost knocking Zhang Ruochen to the ground, and said: "Success! Success! This Emperor has finally successfully refined the first Saint-level Blood-Suppressing Talisman. Haha!"
"Success?"
A look of joy also appeared on Zhang Ruochen's face. He took the talisman from Xiao Hei's hand and carefully examined it. It was indeed a Saint-level Blood-Suppressing Talisman.
"Excellent. With this Saint-level Blood-Suppressing Talisman, even if I encounter a Saint-level expert of the Undying Blood Clan, I can suppress them."
Zhang Ruochen put away the Saint-level Blood-Suppressing Talisman and asked: "Did you only refine one?"
"Being able to refine one is already very difficult. Do you think Saint-level Blood-Suppressing Talismans are as common as cabbages?" Xiao Hei rolled his eyes at Zhang Ruochen.
"You spent two thousand drops of Divine Blood, and you only refined one Saint-level Blood-Suppressing Talisman?"
Zhang Ruochen found it hard to accept this fact. He withdrew his smile, and his heart turned cold. He said: "Your attainments in the Rune Path aren't much better than mine! I knew it. I should have gone to the Zhenyu Ancient Clan and asked a Rune Path Grandmaster from the Shi family to refine it for me."
"Even a Rune Path Grandmaster might not be better than this Emperor."
Xiao Hei's gaze darkened, and he said: "Since this Emperor can refine the first Blood-Suppressing Talisman, the next ones will be much easier. How about you give me another two thousand drops of Divine Blood? This Emperor will at least refine two Saint-level Blood-Suppressing Talismans for you."
One Saint-level Blood-Suppressing Talisman was indeed too few. If he encountered a powerful Undying Blood Clan Saint, it might not be enough to suppress them.
Having two more on hand would ensure complete safety.
Once the situation in the Blood God Sect stabilized, he could go to the Zhenyu Ancient Clan.
Zhang Ruochen sighed softly. In the end, he took out another two thousand drops of Divine Blood and handed them to Xiao Hei, letting him go and tinker with them.
Zhang Ruochen did not have time to undergo the first Quasi-Saint Tribulation before he received a Message Light Talisman from Zhao Shiqi.
"The Sect Leader is missing, and the sect is in chaos. Today, the Elder Council will hold an Elder Meeting to elect an acting Sect Leader. All Saints and Half-Saints will attend the meeting. Divine Son, upon receiving this Message Light Talisman, please return to the Blood God Sect immediately to prevent the Undying Blood Clan's infiltrators from becoming the acting Sect Leader."
After reading the content on the Message Light Talisman, Zhang Ruochen realized the severity of the situation. Without any hesitation, he mounted a Beast King and rushed back to the Blood God Sect.
"Since it's a meeting where Saints and Half-Saints gather, I can take this opportunity to use the secret method from the Blood Clan Secret Scroll to see exactly how many Undying Blood Clan infiltrators there are."
The Beast King beneath Zhang Ruochen was called the Three-Headed Flood Dragon King. It had been subdued by Xiao Hei, who had inscribed Beast-Taming Inscription Runes within its body.
The Three-Headed Flood Dragon King had passed the second Quasi-Saint Tribulation and was a powerhouse on the Half-Saint Outer Ranking. Its body was over six hundred meters long, emitting a dark blue cold light.
When the Three-Headed Flood Dragon King flew into the territory of the Blood God Sect, it caused a huge commotion. Some Blood God Sect disciples thought an external enemy was attacking and wanted to activate the defensive formation.
"Don't activate the formation yet. Look at the back of the Three-Headed Flood Dragon King... Is that the Divine Son?"
"When the Saintess returned to the sect, didn't she claim that the Divine Son had likely fallen in the Azure Dragon Ruins Realm?"
"It really is the Divine Son. He's back, riding a flood dragon. How majestic!"
...
When Gu Linfeng competed for the position of Divine Son, he displayed extraordinary talent and was still very popular in the Blood God Sect. Countless young disciples regarded him as their idol, and countless young women regarded him as their dream lover. He was undoubtedly a top-tier celebrity.
When the Divine Son returned to the sect, a loud cheer erupted from below.
Of course, some cultivators showed expressions of surprise and immediately inscribed this news onto Message Light Talismans, sending them out.
Soon after, several major figures in the Blood God Sect received the Message Light Talismans and learned the news of Gu Linfeng's return to the sect. (To be continued...)