Chapter 1448: She is a Demon
Zhang Ruochen and the Rakshasa Princess hovered in the air, their feet about a foot above the ground, walking side by side.
Purifying Divine Flame and Spirit Dragon Fire surged from their bodies respectively. Both types of flames were extremely terrifying, yet the two of them controlled them with exquisite precision, using the flames only to melt the cold ice on both sides of the canyon without triggering the Great Saint inscription patterns.
As they advanced, the Rakshasa Princess's demonic pupils emitted rings of dark red demonic light, carefully observing the inscription patterns on the mountain rock walls.
Zhang Ruochen guessed the Rakshasa Princess's intention and transmitted his voice with spiritual power: "The conceptual world of a Great Saint is beyond the understanding of Saints. The inscription patterns inscribed by a Great Saint cannot be comprehended by Saints in such a short time."
Clearly, the Rakshasa Princess intended to use the Great Saint inscription patterns here to deal with the Saints of the Blade Prison Realm. However, in Zhang Ruochen's view, no matter how high a Saint's mastery of inscription patterns might be, trying to control Great Saint inscription patterns was as absurd as a fantasy.
Unless one could spend decades deeply studying Great Saint inscription patterns.
In the Lingxiao Heavenly King Mansion, Zhang Ruochen had only been able to manipulate the Great Saint inscription patterns because he had received the support of the Sacred Dao will of the Zhang Clan's successive ancestors. Otherwise, it would have been absolutely impossible.
Beneath her mask, the Rakshasa Princess's lips curled slightly, and she said, "What others cannot do, I might still achieve. Anyway, you don't need to act against the Blade Prison Realm; leave it to me."
Zhang Ruochen saw a tremendous confidence in the Rakshasa Princess, as if everything was under her control.
Very well then.
Next, he would see what earth-shattering abilities she truly possessed.
Zhang Ruochen did not waste time. He took out a precious bottle, drank over a hundred drops of Condensed True Sacred Dew, activated his technique, and began to refine it.
Both the unfathomable Rakshasa Princess and the powerful Blade Prison Realm exerted immense pressure on Zhang Ruochen, making him realize that he had to become stronger to solve problems calmly.
Su Qingling caught up and appeared between Zhang Ruochen and the Rakshasa Princess, questioning, "Aren't you the Realm Son of the Great Demon Ten Directions Realm, the Spirit Flame Demon Consort? Aren't you supposed to be the number one among Saints in the Shatuo Heaven Domain? Why are you afraid of Fang Yi? I'm starting to doubt your true identity."
The Rakshasa Princess remained cold and aloof, as if Su Qingling was just an ignorant little girl in her eyes, so she ignored her and continued studying the Great Saint inscription patterns on the mountain rock walls.
What Su Qingling hated most was the Rakshasa Princess's haughty demeanor. The sacred sword in her hand surged with dazzling light, as if she wanted to thrust it forward to test whether she truly possessed the same strength as the Spirit Flame Demon Consort and to uncover her real identity.
Zhang Ruochen grabbed Su Qingling's wrist and said, "Don't disturb her for now; give her some time."
Su Qingling was also quite dissatisfied with Zhang Ruochen, even somewhat disappointed. "Divine Envoy, although our Guanghan Realm is weaker than the Blade Prison Realm, that doesn't mean we have to submit to them. Can't you see that those guys from the Blade Prison Realm are completely driving us, wanting us to go in and die?"
Calling him "Divine Envoy" clearly indicated that she was beginning to distance herself from him, no longer seeing him as a trustworthy friend or someone she admired.
Bu Ji's expression was also quite cold. "You are the Divine Envoy, and we can follow your orders. But your actions, frankly, have left me deeply disappointed."
If they were two unfamiliar cultivators, Zhang Ruochen wouldn't bother saying a word.
However, they were among the first decent cultivators he had met in the Heavenly Court Realm. Even if they weren't true friends, they were at least half-friends.
Zhang Ruochen said, "Have you only learned to act impulsively by following Manjian Great Saint and Jiuling Great Saint? Since you've already cultivated to the True Saint realm, you should think twice before acting."
"But isn't this too humiliating? Whether we live or die, why can't we choose to die gloriously?" Bu Ji said.
Zhang Ruochen replied, "Who said it's a matter of life or death either way?"
Su Qingling said, "With our cultivation, we can't resist the annihilation-type Great Saint inscription patterns. Breaking in here, isn't that death?"
"Wait a moment; don't jump to conclusions yet," Zhang Ruochen said.
Su Qingling and Bu Ji exchanged glances, both showing puzzled expressions.
Seeing Zhang Ruochen's calm demeanor, he didn't seem to be in a passive position. Could he have some backup plan?
Carefully advancing seven or eight miles into the canyon, the cold air currents became even more violent. Everyone had to fully circulate the sacred energy within their bodies to withstand the chill.
The Rakshasa Princess, walking at the front, triggered a Great Saint inscription pattern, causing the mountain rock walls to be covered with dense patterns.
"Hiss."
The cold air seemed to turn into boiling water, surging violently, releasing terrifying destructive forces.
With the terrifying power of the Great Saint inscription patterns, it was impossible for Saints to resist.
Zhang Ruochen quickly released his Space Domain, fully employing spatial distortion techniques to divert the surging cold air to other directions.
At the same time, the Rakshasa Princess also used spatial distortion techniques to counter the power unleashed by the Great Saint inscription patterns.
Since only a single Great Saint inscription pattern had been triggered, the energy fluctuation lasted for about three breaths before calming down.
At this moment, Su Qingling and Bu Ji were both shocked. "You are both space cultivators?"
"Any objections?" The Rakshasa Princess gave them a sidelong glance.
Su Qingling said, "Since you are space cultivators, you have even less reason to fear the Saints of the Blade Prison Realm. Why compromise with them?"
"Who told you that I have compromised with them?" the Rakshasa Princess said.
Su Qingling asked, "Isn't that the case? Just now, triggering a single Great Saint inscription pattern nearly killed us all. Continuing forward will only be more dangerous. Even if you are space cultivators, you might not be able to withstand it."
The Rakshasa Princess gave a charming smile. "That Great Saint inscription pattern just now was deliberately triggered by me to test some conjectures and to gauge the power of the Great Saint inscription patterns here."
Su Qingling finally realized that the mysterious woman before her was definitely a dangerous figure. "What exactly are you trying to do?"
"Nothing much. Next, we'll wait here." The Rakshasa Princess's gaze turned toward the canyon entrance, her eyes narrowing as she muttered to herself, "The Saints of the Blade Prison Realm should have entered the canyon by now, right?"
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Outside the canyon, all the Saints of the Blade Prison Realm sensed the destructive power unleashed by the activated Great Saint inscription pattern.
Nie Shan laughed. "The Saints of the Guanghan Realm should all be dead by now. Next, it's our turn to personally brave this canyon."
An old man at the Ultimate Saint realm was visibly moved. "The annihilation-type Great Saint inscription patterns are truly terrifying. This canyon is practically a death trap."
"What's there to fear? The Realm Son wields the Heavenly Mechanism Compass, which can predict danger in advance. As long as we follow his steps, we can avoid the attacks of the Great Saint inscription patterns," Nie Shan said.
Fang Yi was indeed a prodigy, with a powerful physique and extraordinary wisdom. Among billions of beings, one like him might not appear even once.
With his knowledge and the aid of the Heavenly Mechanism Compass, he had even deciphered some of the patterns of the Great Saint inscription patterns.
Given some time, he was fully confident that he could break through this canyon.
"Let's go."
Fang Yi, holding the Heavenly Mechanism Compass, stepped into the canyon first, followed cautiously by over a hundred Saints of the Blade Prison Realm.
Under Fang Yi's guidance, they advanced seven or eight miles without triggering any Great Saint inscription patterns. The Saints of the Blade Prison Realm grew more confident, filled with admiration for Fang Yi.
Even the Great Saint inscription patterns could not stump the Realm Son.
Suddenly, Fang Yi stopped, his eyes fixed on the Heavenly Mechanism Compass in his hand, where the Heavenly Mechanism Needle trembled violently.
The more violently the needle trembled, the greater the danger.
Fang Yi had never seen the needle shake so fiercely. He quickly shouted, "Not good, retreat!"
The Saints of the Blade Prison Realm did not know what was happening, but if even the Realm Son was so tense, they must be facing an unprecedented crisis.
"Swoosh."
Subtle ripples appeared in the space, and the Rakshasa Princess's alluring figure emerged from the center of the ripples, laughing, "Retreat? Where do you think you're retreating to?"
Then, the Monument Shield embedded in the ice wall flew out.
The space crystal on the Monument Shield flickered, and Zhang Ruochen, Qing Mo, Mu Lingxi, Bu Ji, Su Qingling, and the Nine-Headed Azure Bird stepped out, blocking their retreat.
Fang Yi's eyes narrowed sharply, fixed on the Rakshasa Princess and Zhang Ruochen. "Space cultivators."
At that moment, the Saints of the Blade Prison Realm realized their miscalculation—two space cultivators had suddenly appeared.
The Rakshasa Princess said, "You cultivators still have some value. Killing you outright would be a waste. How about... you walk ahead and scout for us? If you manage to survive by luck, I might spare your life."
"What did you say? You want us to go die? You have no idea how high the heavens are!"
Nie Shan could not tolerate this. With a cold snort, he raised a golden war blade, dragging a long blade light as he slashed toward the Rakshasa Princess.
Although Nie Shan was only at the mid-stage of Ultimate Saint, the power he unleashed was enough to rival a Half-Step Saint King.
"The one who doesn't know the height of the heavens is you."
The Rakshasa Princess extended two jade-like fingers and pointed at the mountain rock wall, triggering one of the Great Saint inscription patterns.
Instantly, the cold air currents in the canyon began to violently shake. The annihilation power of the Great Saint inscription patterns erupted, forming whirlpools that swept toward the Saints of the Blade Prison Realm.
"Boom, boom, boom."
Nie Shan was the first to be caught in a cold air whirlpool. He lasted only a single breath before all his protective talismans were shattered, and his body exploded into a cloud of blood mist.
A figure comparable to a Half-Step Saint King was crushed like an ant before the Rakshasa Princess.
"Bang, bang."
The Saints of the Blade Prison Realm screamed continuously.
In just three breaths, over thirty deeply cultivated Saints were obliterated. Facing the Great Saint inscription patterns, they were utterly powerless.
Witnessing this, Su Qingling and Bu Ji felt a chill run through their bodies, finally realizing the true terror of the Rakshasa Princess.
This woman was nothing short of a demon.