Chapter 1894: Two Bald Donkeys
In truth, the greatest challenge facing Zhang Ruochen was not comprehending the Sacred Dao rules, but weaving a small world of rules.
During his previous cultivation, the number of Sacred Dao rules within his body had already approached seven million, barely falling short of the conditions needed to break through to the Nine-Step Saint King realm.
Given his current speed of comprehending Sacred Dao rules, he could grasp at least one hundred thousand per year. Within a few years, the number of Sacred Dao rules within his body would surpass seven million.
But having Sacred Dao rules alone was not enough. The key was to weave these rules into a small world. This would have a tremendous impact on his future cultivation of the Dao Domain and even the forging of an immortal sacred body—it was the foundation.
With such an important step, he naturally dared not be careless. If he could not weave a perfect small world of rules, he would rather not break through to the Nine-Step Saint King realm.
While everyone else was actively preparing for battle, a red figure was leisurely strolling through the Sword Grave, lacking the tension of the others.
This person was none other than Luo Yi.
Ever since Zhang Ruochen and the others went into seclusion, Luo Yi had been moving about within the Sword Grave. Because of Zhang Ruochen’s influence, none of the Zhenyu Ancient Clan’s cultivators had stopped him.
Moreover, given the current critical period, even fewer people paid him any attention.
Shua.
Luo Yi avoided the guards of the Zhenyu Ancient Clan and entered a stretch of ancient ruins.
The Sword Grave was like an independent world, vast and immense. Some areas were unknown even to the Zhenyu Ancient Clan, harboring unpredictable dangers.
“This Luo Yi is definitely up to something!” Bao Lie’s eyes flashed with a cold light.
After Zhang Ruochen had mentioned Luo Yi’s situation, Bao Lie had been secretly watching him. Now, he had finally found some clues.
At a time like this, instead of preparing for battle, Luo Yi was wandering around the Sword Grave, even entering mysterious areas—it was clearly abnormal.
“Let’s see what you’re trying to do.” Bao Lie did not alert the enemy but quietly observed from the shadows.
The principle was to catch a thief with the stolen goods. Without any solid evidence, it was hard to make a move against him.
But if he discovered that Luo Yi posed a threat to Zhang Ruochen’s safety, he would not hesitate to kill him, no matter who he was.
Walking atop a black sword mountain, Luo Yi seemed lost in thought. “The Sword Grave is filled with countless swords and sword cultivators, and the only rules present are those of the Sword Dao. It’s truly bizarre. Could the legend be true?”
Not just the Kunlun Realm, but across countless great worlds in the universe, it would be hard to find another place so strange and mysterious.
Since ancient times, the Sword Grave had been the most enigmatic place in the Kunlun Realm, having existed for who knows how many years. Some of the secrets hidden within were beyond even the gods’ ability to fathom.
“According to legend, the Sword Grave might be the tomb of a taboo figure. If that’s true, there might be some incredible opportunities here,” Luo Yi muttered as he walked.
After several days of exploring the Sword Grave, he was increasingly convinced the legend was real. Otherwise, why would this place be so strange?
“Right now, the defenses within the Nether King Sword Grave are at their weakest. I need to seize this opportunity and hope to gain something. Otherwise, once those idiots from the Undying Blood Clan attack, it will be too late.” Luo Yi’s eyes gleamed with sharp light as he released powerful spiritual power.
Entering the mysterious region of the Sword Grave, with no outsiders around, he no longer needed to hold back.
“Such strong spiritual power! This person is no simpleton!” Bao Lie was secretly alarmed.
He himself had cultivated for eight hundred years in the Nether Prison. Although he did not specialize in spiritual power, his spiritual power had been honed to a considerable level, reaching the fifty-ninth rank. Otherwise, he would not have been able to contend with the monster transformed by Shi Mingyuan on the fifteenth floor.
But now, he realized that Luo Yi’s spiritual power far surpassed his own. This alone forced him to be extremely cautious.
He immediately restrained his own spiritual power and Dao Domain to avoid being detected by Luo Yi.
Inside the Cold Flame Mountain, Lu Huaiyu, working with several master refiners from the Divine Sword Sacred Land, had spent several years successfully embedding the purple divine stone into the hilt of the Abyssal Ancient Sword. The combination was perfect.
Zhang Ruochen was naturally very satisfied with this.
“The Sacred Dao rules within my body have already exceeded seven million. I can break through to the Nine-Step Saint King realm, but how should I weave the small world of rules?” Zhang Ruochen fell into deep thought as he observed the Sacred Dao rules flowing within the Heavenly River.
For him, weaving an ordinary small world of rules was not difficult, but such a world would be weak and would affect his future cultivation—it was not advisable.
He needed to combine his own circumstances to weave an extraordinary small world of rules. He had to think carefully about how to do it and not rush.
On a black plain thousands of miles from the Nether King Sword Grave, two figures—one tall, one short—were flying at great speed.
They were none other than the Grand Minister of Works and the Second Minister of Works, who had received Zhang Ruochen’s message and rushed over from the Western Buddha Realm’s Brahma Heaven.
“Wait a moment.”
Suddenly, the Grand Minister of Works stopped.
The Second Minister of Works also halted, puzzled. “What’s wrong? We need to hurry to the Nether King Sword Grave. Master is waiting for us.”
The Grand Minister of Works rolled his eyes. “Of course I know that, but didn’t you see Master’s message? The Nether King Sword Grave is now surrounded by the Undying Blood Clan. If we rush over foolishly, we’ll be torn apart by them before we even see Master.”
“Then what should we do?” The Second Minister of Works scratched his head anxiously.
The Grand Minister of Works rested his chin on his hand, thinking seriously.
After a long while, he said, “I don’t know.”
Hearing this, the Second Minister of Works’ already dark face turned even darker.
The Grand Minister of Works chuckled. “We can figure out a plan slowly. Let’s carefully approach first and see what the situation is at the Nether King Sword Grave. Then we can think of a way.”
The Second Minister of Works couldn’t think of a better idea, so he had to follow the Grand Minister of Works’ advice.
With the Nether King Sword Grave at its center, an area spanning hundreds of miles was tightly sealed off by the Undying Blood Clan’s army. Unless the Undying Blood Clan allowed it, not even a fly could enter the Nether King Sword Grave.
The last time Zhang Ruochen and his group entered the Nether King Sword Grave, if not for the Hundred Illusion Divine Son being inside and Ji Fanxin making the Nine-Eyed Heavenly King and others wary, they would have been intercepted.
“How terrifying! The Undying Blood Clan’s army gathered outside the Nether King Sword Grave is astonishing. If we’re discovered, we’ll definitely be beaten to death,” the Grand Minister of Works shuddered.
The Second Minister of Works said fearlessly, “No matter what, we must deliver the Sky-Soaring Sword to Master, even if it costs us our lives.”
Bang. The Grand Minister of Works smacked the Second Minister of Works on his bald head, annoyed. “Always talking about risking your life. I haven’t lived long enough yet. And do you think risking your life will let you break through? You’ve got a pig’s brain.”
“Then what do you suggest?” the Second Minister of Works asked, his face dark.
The Grand Minister of Works rolled his eyes. “What else? Sneak in quietly. The Nether King Sword Grave is huge. No matter how tight the Undying Blood Clan’s blockade, there will be gaps. We have the treasure Master gave us to conceal our aura. It won’t be easy to find us.”
Pausing, the Grand Minister of Works continued, “If possible, it’s best to take out a few powerful Undying Blood Clan members. That will surely make Master happy. Let me think about how to knock them out from behind.”
Just as the Grand Minister of Works was lost in thought, the Second Minister of Works tugged at his monk’s robe.
“What? Can’t you see I’m thinking?” the Grand Minister of Works said irritably.
The Second Minister of Works tugged again. “Senior Brother, we’re surrounded.”
“What?” The Grand Minister of Works’ face changed, and he nearly jumped.
Looking around, many Undying Blood Clan warriors had emerged. They were indeed surrounded.
A moment ago, he had boasted about the treasure Master gave them making them hard to detect, and now they were surrounded—the slap in the face came too quickly.
It wasn’t that the treasure given by Master Indra was ineffective, but that they had bad luck, stumbling right into an Undying Blood Clan outpost. They had walked right into the trap.
“Where did you two bald donkeys come from? What do you want at the Nether King Sword Grave?” an Undying Blood Clan commander shouted.
“Senior Brother, let’s fight our way out.” The Second Minister of Works’ eyes were firm, and power surged within him, ready to strike.
The Grand Minister of Works quickly grabbed his shoulder and whispered, “Wait. Let me talk to them. Maybe they’ll let us in.”
Hearing this, the Second Minister of Works was speechless. Just as he was about to say something, he saw the Grand Minister of Works step forward.
The Grand Minister of Works’ plump, fair face was full of smiles. “We are monks from a small temple in the wilderness, out to beg for alms. Benefactor, you look like a good person. Please give us some alms. It will surely bring you boundless merit.”
“Bald donkey, do you take me for a fool? Men, seize them.” The Undying Blood Clan commander coldly gave the order.
He did not order them killed, because he felt that anyone appearing outside the Nether King Sword Grave at this time must have ulterior motives. It was better to capture them first and interrogate them thoroughly.
Seeing a squad of Undying Blood Clan soldiers charging, the Grand Minister of Works’ expression changed, and he said angrily, “You won’t listen to reason. Do you really think this great monk is easy to bully? Second Junior Brother, knock them all down.”
Before he finished speaking, the Second Minister of Works had already moved. Using the Ten Thousand Buddha Path’s supreme technique, the Mahamudra Dragon Claw Hand, he sent the charging soldiers flying backward.
Then, he lunged straight at the commander and, before the latter could react, crushed his skull with a claw.
A mere Five-Step Saint King was truly no match.
“Second Junior Brother, you’ve killed again. Sin, sin. Amitabha.” The Grand Minister of Works glared at the Second Minister of Works, shaking his head repeatedly.
The Second Minister of Works was unconcerned. “Master said that killing is saving the living. And if I don’t enter hell, who will?”
“Then what are you waiting for? Wipe them all out,” the Grand Minister of Works urged.
The Second Minister of Works said nothing more and acted swiftly, annihilating all the surrounding Undying Blood Clan soldiers. Not one escaped.
“Amitabha.”
After finishing, the Second Minister of Works lowered his head and recited a Buddhist chant.
The Grand Minister of Works grabbed him. “Stop with the Amitabha. Run!”
As he spoke, he pulled the Second Minister of Works and sprinted away wildly.
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