# Chapter 1447: The Boundary Son of the Blade Prison Realm
Snowflakes drifted through the sky, the temperature exceptionally cold, as if it would freeze even space itself.
Halfway up the sacred mountain, there was a three-zhang-wide canyon. The cold air surged out from the canyon, altering the climate and the rules of heaven and earth for hundreds of miles around.
The closer one got to the canyon, even saints felt a bone-piercing chill, as if their blood would freeze solid.
At the mouth of the canyon, Zhang Ruochen stopped and observed the thick ice walls.
The Nine-Headed Azure Bird and Bu Ji, however, showed no such caution. After using their Saint Soul domains to protect their bodies, they charged straight into the depths of the canyon.
"Wait a moment."
Zhang Ruochen shouted.
The bird and the man, who had already rushed into the canyon, quickly stopped. Bu Ji said urgently, "What are we waiting for? If we don't chase after them now, all the benefits will be taken by the cultivators of the Blade Prison Realm, and we won't even get a sip of the soup."
Zhang Ruochen's expression was grave. He took a step forward and approached the ice wall.
The Rakshasa Princess stood behind Zhang Ruochen. A dark red light flickered in her phoenix-like eyes. After seeing through the ice wall, her stunningly beautiful face tightened slightly.
"Hua—"
Zhang Ruochen pressed his palm against the ice wall. Thin threads of flame surged out, radiating immense heat and dispelling the surrounding cold.
After a moment, the ice wall melted, revealing a large expanse of rocky mountain surface.
On the mountain surface, strange inscriptions were carved, each one profound and mysterious. Holy light flowed over them, as if they covered the entire sacred mountain.
"Great Saint inscriptions... and they're of the annihilation attribute..."
Su Qingling's face turned pale, and she involuntarily took two steps back.
Great Saint inscriptions also had different attributes, and the most terrifying among them were those of the annihilation attribute.
The Nine-Headed Azure Bird and Bu Ji, who had already entered the canyon, naturally understood how terrifying annihilation-attribute Great Saint inscriptions were. Their legs went weak, and they carefully began to retreat.
Fortunately, Zhang Ruochen had stopped them; otherwise, they wouldn't have known how they died.
The Rakshasa Princess couldn't help but look at Zhang Ruochen with newfound respect. Earlier, even she hadn't noticed the Great Saint inscriptions beneath the ice wall, yet a mere human youth had sensed the danger first.
It wasn't that the Rakshasa Princess was less intelligent than Zhang Ruochen, but rather that this kind of ability could only be developed by cultivators who constantly lived in danger, walking on thin ice.
The environment the Rakshasa Princess lived in was like heaven and earth compared to Zhang Ruochen's. So, even though her wisdom was extraordinary—enough to destroy an entire great world in just thirty years—in certain aspects, she couldn't match Zhang Ruochen.
Suddenly, Zhang Ruochen sensed a faint fluctuation of sacred power. He quickly turned around and looked into the vast expanse of falling snow.
A group of cultivators, all carrying sacred blades on their backs, emerged from the snow. There were over a hundred of them. Waves of powerful sacred might surged from their bodies.
At the very front was none other than Fang Yi, the Boundary Son of the Blade Prison Realm. He wore a spotless white robe, his long hair jet-black, his features handsome and resolute. On his forehead was a white star mark, shining with a brilliance as dazzling as a star.
The cultivators traveling with Fang Yi were all top-tier saints of the Blade Prison Realm, each at least at the Heaven-Connecting Realm. With such a gathering of powerful saint-level experts, even a one-step Saint King would have to avoid their sharp edge.
"Fang Yi."
Su Qingling recognized Fang Yi's identity and immediately became alert. She summoned two sacred swords of the Ten-Thousand Pattern Sacred Artifact level and assumed a defensive stance.
Fang Yi acted as if he hadn't seen Su Qingling. His eyes were fixed on the stone wall of the mountain, and a smile appeared on his face: "So they're annihilation-attribute Great Saint inscriptions. No wonder the Heavenly Mechanism Compass detected an extremely dangerous aura."
In Fang Yi's hand was a crystal-clear compass. A beam of light surged from it, enveloping the saints of the Blade Prison Realm.
It was precisely because of the Heavenly Mechanism Compass's cover, sealing off the heavenly secrets, that Zhang Ruochen and the Rakshasa Princess hadn't sensed them hiding nearby earlier.
The saints of the Blade Prison Realm clearly didn't take Zhang Ruochen and his group seriously. Smiles appeared on their faces as they began to flatter one another.
"As expected of the Boundary Son! If it were us, we definitely wouldn't have detected the great danger hidden here. If we had recklessly charged in, the consequences would have been unimaginable," said a rather beautiful female True Saint, looking at Fang Yi with an admiring gaze.
"The Boundary Son wields the Heavenly Mechanism Compass, capable of seeking good fortune and avoiding disaster, sealing off heavenly secrets. Such methods are far superior to that princess of the Rakshasa Clan."
"That Rakshasa Princess only managed to break through the Ancestral Spirit Realm by commanding a large number of Rakshasa Clan cultivators. Her own abilities might not be that impressive," said a Supreme Saint covered in golden fur.
All the saints of the Blade Prison Realm had heard of the Rakshasa Princess's reputation, but none of them had actually seen her.
Listening to their comments, the Rakshasa Princess not only didn't get angry but instead showed a faint smile in her eyes.
At this moment, the saints of the Blade Prison Realm finally turned their attention to Zhang Ruochen and his group. More precisely, they focused on Su Qingling and Bu Ji.
Both were from the Shatao Heavenly Domain, and many saints of the Blade Prison Realm recognized Su Qingling and Bu Ji, knowing that the two held extraordinary positions in the Guanghan Realm.
The golden-furred Supreme Saint, named Nie Shan, stepped out from the ranks of the Blade Prison Realm saints. He glanced at Zhang Ruochen and the others and smiled, "So it's friends from the Guanghan Realm. You've come at the right time. The depths of that canyon should contain a large amount of Condensed True Sacred Dew. Go in and retrieve it for us. The Guanghan Realm and the Blade Prison Realm can split it fifty-fifty. How about that?"
Bu Ji's face showed anger. "Nie Shan, what do you mean? Annihilation-attribute Great Saint inscriptions are terrifying. You want us to go in and retrieve the Condensed True Sacred Dew, and then split it with you?"
Su Qingling stepped directly in front of Bu Ji and said coldly, "Don't you get it yet? They want us to go in and scout the path. Forget whether we can even come out alive—even if we do retrieve the Condensed True Sacred Dew, do you think they'd actually split it with us?"
Nie Shan knew that Su Qingling was the granddaughter of a Great Saint and that Bu Ji was the disciple of a Great Saint, but he was fearless. He smiled, "Some things, once said out loud, become awkward."
Nie Shan was the only son of a Great Saint from the Blade Prison Realm, and his talent was no less than Su Qingling's or Bu Ji's. More importantly, his cultivation had already reached the Supreme Saint realm, far surpassing Su Qingling and Bu Ji.
Zhang Ruochen's gaze, however, was fixed on Fang Yi. He noticed that the Boundary Son of the Blade Prison Realm did nothing to stop Nie Shan's actions. From start to finish, Fang Yi observed the Great Saint inscriptions on the mountain, as if he were comprehending and contemplating them.
Seventeen Supreme Saints, thirty-nine True Saints, and seventy-five Heaven-Connecting Realm saints—such a lineup, in the Kunlun Realm, could only be assembled by the imperial court of the First Central Empire.
More importantly, this was only a portion of the Blade Prison Realm's strength. Many more powerful cultivators had yet to arrive at the Giant Whale River Basin.
All the saints of the Blade Prison Realm were sneering. Waves of killing intent surged from their bodies as they advanced toward Zhang Ruochen and the others.
Although Su Qingling and Bu Ji weren't afraid of them, they understood that against such a large force, they had no power to resist. If each opponent unleashed a single sacred art, they would be annihilated in both body and spirit.
Nie Shan laughed, "The battlefield mirror records everything in the Ancestral Spirit Realm, so we won't go too far. As long as you enter the canyon and clear the way for us, once we obtain the Condensed True Sacred Dew, we won't make things difficult for you. We'll give you a path to survival."
Another Supreme Saint of the Blade Prison Realm spoke forcefully, "On the merit battlefield, it's the survival of the fittest. There are no rules. Given your strength, it's better to be a bit more restrained in front of the strong. Who knows, you might just survive. Isn't that right?"
The saints of the Blade Prison Realm were all arrogant, intending to overwhelm Zhang Ruochen and the others with sheer momentum, forcing them to compromise and submit.
Su Qingling and Bu Ji were furious. Even Mu Lingxi and Qing Mo felt indignant. They all looked at Zhang Ruochen, ready to fight to the death if he gave the word, even if they knew they couldn't win.
Zhang Ruochen naturally wasn't afraid of the Blade Prison Realm saints, but with the Great Saint inscriptions right next to them, a battle could trigger them, and few would survive.
Therefore, Zhang Ruochen didn't want to fight now. He planned to reveal his identity as a "Divine Envoy" to intimidate them into retreating. Once they left the sacred mountain, he could deal with them slowly.
Just as Zhang Ruochen was about to speak, the Rakshasa Princess spoke first: "The merit battlefield is indeed cruel. It seems we have no choice but to enter the canyon and scout the path."
As she said this, the Rakshasa Princess even let out a soft sigh.
Su Qingling and Bu Ji glared fiercely at the Rakshasa Princess, furious that she had no backbone as a strong cultivator, yielding so easily to the Blade Prison Realm.
Zhang Ruochen, however, understood the Rakshasa Princess quite well. Given her strength and methods, there was no way she would truly submit to the Blade Prison Realm. But for now, he couldn't fathom her intentions.
The Rakshasa Princess blinked at Zhang Ruochen, and a voice entered his ear: "You've been making the decisions all along. How about letting me take the lead this time?"
Zhang Ruochen narrowed his eyes, deep in thought.
Su Qingling's body surged with powerful battle intent. "We absolutely cannot yield to them! Zhang Ruochen, let's fight to the death. Maybe we can cut a bloody path. At worst, we'll trigger the Great Saint inscriptions and everyone dies together."
Zhang Ruochen pressed down on Su Qingling's arm and then walked toward the canyon. "Let's go. We'll enter and scout the path."
Su Qingling was momentarily stunned. She hadn't expected Zhang Ruochen to yield to the Blade Prison Realm as well. Was he really such a weak-willed person? Had she misjudged him all along?
Bu Ji's eyes were bloodshot, his hands clenched into fists. He felt that Zhang Ruochen, as the Divine Envoy of the Guanghan Realm, had disgraced both the Guanghan Realm and the Moon God.
Qing Mo and Mu Lingxi trusted Zhang Ruochen completely. Without any hesitation, they followed him into the mouth of the canyon.
Su Qingling and Bu Ji hesitated for a long time before finally letting out a long sigh. They withdrew their sacred power and followed.
The saints of the Blade Prison Realm all showed satisfied smiles.
Nie Shan deliberately raised his voice and laughed, "A wise man submits to circumstances. That's more like it."
Hearing this, Su Qingling and Bu Ji felt deeply humiliated, wishing they could find a crack in the ground to crawl into. Their eyes fixed on Zhang Ruochen and the Rakshasa Princess, who were walking at the front, and they quickened their pace to catch up, intending to confront them.