Chapter 1202: Embryonic World
The fire dragon, over two hundred meters long, was formed from condensed flames but had distinct dragon horns, scales, and claws, resembling a true divine dragon in flight.
Saint Chenyi, holding his staff, stood inside the fire dragon, piercing through golden clouds as he fled.
“Such a powerful Realm Seal Imprint. What kind of force is that?”
A fifty-second-level Spiritual Power Saint had been shaken to death in an instant.
In his mind, recalling the scene of Saint Chenxi being suppressed and killed, Saint Chenyi felt immense terror, his body trembling uncontrollably.
The flaming dragon flew swiftly, soon reaching a hundred miles away.
Saint Chenyi breathed a slight sigh of relief. With his cultivation, standing a hundred miles away, no matter how powerful the Realm Seal Imprint’s force was, he was confident he could dodge it.
Suddenly, Saint Chenyi was startled to find that the golden clouds formed by the Realm Seal Imprint had already spread above his head.
Not only that, but a cyan heavenly river appeared, stretching across the sky for hundreds of miles. Cyan energy surged within the river and began to descend.
“Not good.”
Saint Chenyi was greatly alarmed, raising his staff with both hands. Layers of flame rings surged from his feet, passing through his legs, waist, chest, and arms, until all thirty-six layers of flames converged into the staff.
“Heaven Incinerating Art.”
Saint Chenyi growled, unleashing the strongest killing technique he had cultivated.
“Boom.”
Above the staff, an explosion rang out.
A ring of crimson flames, centered on the staff, emitted a hissing sound and spread outward in all directions.
In an instant, the entire sky was engulfed in flames, as if transformed into a bronze furnace world. All vegetation within hundreds of miles turned to ash.
Zhang Ruochen and Huang Yanchen poured all their strength into controlling the Realm Seal Imprint. It grew even larger, resembling a jade city suspended in the clouds.
The Realm Seal Imprint shook violently, and the energy within the cyan heavenly river surged even more fiercely, piercing through the flames and striking Saint Chenyi.
“How can you be this strong… I, this Saint… am unwilling…”
Saint Chenyi screamed in agony.
The next moment, his body and staff exploded simultaneously, turning into dust.
Another Spiritual Power Saint had fallen.
The cyan heavenly river rapidly contracted, flying back into the Realm Seal Imprint and transforming into a cyan light thread.
Huang Yanchen withdrew the Realm Seal Imprint, which shrank to the size of a jade bowl, hovering above her fair and slender palm.
The power of the Realm Seal Imprint even surprised Zhang Ruochen.
After all, in terms of martial arts, Huang Yanchen had just broken through to the Lower Realm Saint, and Zhang Ruochen was only a Second Tribulation Quasi-Saint. Yet, relying on the power of the Realm Seal Imprint, they had easily suppressed and killed two fifty-second-level Spiritual Power Saints.
Moreover, the two Spiritual Power Saints hadn’t even managed to escape.
Zhang Ruochen stared at the Realm Seal Imprint in Huang Yanchen’s hand, noticing that it contained a total of eight cyan light threads.
Just now, they had only activated one of those threads, which had manifested a cyan heavenly river, unleashing unparalleled might.
What would it be like to activate all eight cyan light threads simultaneously?
Of course, with their current cultivation, activating even one cyan light thread was quite strenuous, and controlling that force was difficult.
Activating all eight at once was no easy feat.
Zhang Ruochen also took out a Realm Seal Imprint, holding it in his palm.
This was the Realm Seal Imprint of the Demon Sect’s Divine Son, Ouyang Huan.
The imprint also contained eight cyan light threads.
Since seizing the imprint, Zhang Ruochen hadn’t had a chance to study it thoroughly. Now, he channeled a strand of Spiritual Power into it.
Inside the Realm Seal Imprint was a boundless world space, impossible to explore to its end.
In that world space, eight rolling cyan heavenly rivers floated, carrying immensely powerful imperial force. As Zhang Ruochen’s Spiritual Power approached, the energy emanating from the cyan rivers instantly devoured his Spiritual Power.
Zhang Ruochen exhaled deeply, reopening his eyes, and muttered to himself, “Could a Realm Seal Imprint be an embryonic world? But this world…”
“Is empty of everything,” Huang Yanchen said.
Zhang Ruochen turned to Huang Yanchen with a questioning look.
Huang Yanchen said, “You guessed right. The Realm Seal Imprint is an embryonic world. Of course, at this stage, it’s empty. Only when the Realm Son’s cultivation reaches the Saint Realm can they continuously inject Sacred Dao Rules into it, gradually perfecting the embryonic world until it evolves into a true world.”
“No wonder the nine Realm Seal Imprints are called the most powerful war weapons Empress Chi Yao has forged. She has refined nine embryonic worlds.”
Zhang Ruochen pondered deeply, then asked again, “What are the eight cyan light threads in the Realm Seal Imprint?”
Huang Yanchen bit her lip and said, “Those are… eight strands of the Empress’s hair.”
“How is that possible?”
Zhang Ruochen frowned and said, “I can feel that the eight cyan light threads are like eight heavenly rivers, possessing terrifying power capable of destroying heaven and earth. How can they be just eight strands of hair?”
Huang Yanchen replied, “In fact, they are just eight strands of hair. The Empress’s cultivation is likely close to that of a deity, perhaps even like Qiangu Nüdi back then—though not a god, she has the power to slay gods.”
“Even a single strand of the Empress’s hair contains endless Sacred Dao Rules and vast imperial power, capable of killing Saints as easily as crushing ants.”
“Earlier, we only activated a fraction of one strand’s power. If we had summoned its true form, Saint Chenyi and Saint Chenxi would have already turned to ash.”
A single strand of hair, yet like a heavenly river—at least with Zhang Ruochen’s current cultivation, he couldn’t withstand that force.
Huang Yanchen added, “Shengshu Cainü once speculated that if a single strand of the Empress’s hair fully unleashed its power, even a Saint King couldn’t withstand it.”
Zhang Ruochen held his breath, feeling an invisible pressure.
The gap was too vast.
Even though he had achieved a Saintly Body, he was still a world away from Chi Yao. He didn’t know how long he would need to cultivate to reach her level and face her directly.
Zhang Ruochen looked at the Realm Seal Imprint in his hand, then put it away.
The true power of the Realm Seal Imprint wasn’t the eight strands of the Empress’s hair, but its own nature.
When the Realm Son’s cultivation grew strong enough, they wouldn’t need to borrow the power of those eight strands.
Imagine striking with an embryonic world—how terrifying would the destructive force be?
Moreover, as the Realm Son continuously injected Sacred Dao Rules, the Realm Seal Imprint’s power would only grow stronger.
Of course, since Zhang Ruochen was about to possess the Qiankun Realm, there was no need to cultivate the Realm Seal Imprint, as that would only waste time and hinder his cultivation.
No matter how powerful the Qiankun Realm or the Realm Seal Imprint were, in the end, one’s own cultivation was the most important thing.
On the other side, Shi Shenghua absorbed the blood Qi and essence of the Huangtian Princess. The bud atop her vines had grown slightly larger. On the ground, the Huangtian Princess’s corpse had turned into a pile of brown soil.
Looking at the blood-stained yellow earth, Zhang Ruochen sighed softly.
No matter how beautiful or talented, one wrong move could turn them into a skeleton, or even leave no trace.
It was a warning to him as well.
Zhang Ruochen took out the Ruyi Treasure Vase and collected the blood Qi of Saint Chenyi, Saint Chenxi, and Saint Tianluo, preserving it.
Although the blood Qi of Spiritual Power Saints wasn’t as potent as that of martial Saints, it still contained extraordinary energy that could nurture Shi Shenghua.
“It’s a pity that the Saint Hearts of the three Spiritual Power Saints have all shattered. Those were the most valuable treasures on them,” Huang Yanchen said.
Zhang Ruochen was more optimistic and smiled slightly. “This battle, killing the Huangtian Princess and three Spiritual Power Saints, is already a great victory. When the news reaches the Northern Domain, that Huangtian Blood Emperor will probably hate us to the bone.”
Huang Yanchen nodded, looking up at the distant sky.
The flames and lightning filling that sky gradually dissipated. Mu Qian, covered in blood, fell to the ground, causing the earth to sink.
“Is the battle over?”
Zhang Ruochen and Huang Yanchen used their movement techniques to quickly rush over.
At the center of the battlefield, thunder and fire still surged. Ordinary cultivators approaching would die instantly.
Zhang Ruochen and Huang Yanchen passed through the thunder and fire, finding Mu Qian’s remains.
Behind them, a cold snort sounded. Chu Siyuan walked out leisurely, a disdainful expression on his face. “The Golden Robe Elder of the Undying Divine Temple is nothing special. I only used some simple methods, and he couldn’t withstand it.”
No matter how smug Chu Siyuan was, his strength was indeed terrifying, forcing Zhang Ruochen to reassess him.
“Maybe I can have him deal with the Sect Leader’s wife,” Zhang Ruochen thought.
The Sect Leader’s wife was a truly unfathomable figure, making Zhang Ruochen extremely wary. Such a figure hiding in the Blood God Sect was a huge threat that needed to be eliminated quickly.
With that thought, Zhang Ruochen stepped forward, walked up to Chu Siyuan, and bowed. “Thank you, senior, for saving us.”
Chu Siyuan glanced at Zhang Ruochen lightly and asked, “Last time I saved you, it was because of Luo Xu. This time, it’s because of Nalan girl. Tell me, what’s your relationship with her?”
Zhang Ruochen knew Chu Siyuan’s visit to Tiantai Prefecture was definitely related to Shengshu Cainü.
“We have a bit of a connection,” Zhang Ruochen said.
A bit of a connection?
Chu Siyuan didn’t believe it and was about to retort.
Zhang Ruochen immediately interrupted him, saying, “Actually, there’s another infiltrator from the Undying Blood Clan in the Blood God Sect, even more powerful than Mu Qian. That person might even be stronger than you, senior.”
Hearing the first part, Chu Siyuan’s eyes widened slightly in surprise.
Hearing the second part, Chu Siyuan showed a look of disbelief. How could an infiltrator who wasn’t even from the Blood Clan be stronger than the Sect Leader of the Painting Sect?
(Chapter End)