# Chapter 2054: The Artifact Spirit of the Hundred Dragon Bright Emperor Armor
Yan Wushen looked at Bore with some surprise, not expecting that this new rising star of the Destiny Temple would have such boldness, daring to challenge the Four Heavenly Kings of the Heavenly Palace.
With a wave of his hand, Yan Wushen stored Chi Kunlun into a treasure.
Thus, Yan Wushen no longer had any worries. Since he had been caught up by the Four Heavenly Kings of the Heavenly Palace, he might as well let go and fight them.
Having been chased by the Four Heavenly Kings all along, Yan Wushen had long grown irritated, and he wanted to take out his anger on them.
"Yan Wushen, last time you were lucky enough to escape, but this time, you won't be able to fly away even if you grow wings."
The Heavenly King holding the white jade pipa looked down at Yan Wushen, as if he had already secured victory.
As he spoke, he released an extremely powerful pressure, with an immortal aura spreading out, as if a top-tier Immortal Great Saint had descended.
His physical body was nearly completely immortalized, with only his heart and the spiritual platform in his head remaining, and even these two parts were shrouded in immortal aura, showing no obvious flaws.
A flicker of surprise passed through Bore's eyes. She hadn't expected that this Heavenly King had immortalized his physical body to such an extent, yet could still perfectly control it while remaining at the Saint King Realm.
Under normal circumstances, when the physical body was more than half immortalized, it would be very difficult to suppress the powerful force within, and one would involuntarily break through to the Immortal Great Saint Realm.
This Heavenly King of the Heavenly Palace was already infinitely close to becoming a Great Saint. If he wished, he could break through instantly and forge the most powerful immortal sacred body.
Yet he could still control such immense power and prevent himself from breaking through—this was truly astonishing.
Yan Wushen cast an icy gaze at the Heavenly King holding the white jade pipa and said, "Escape? Holding Realm Heavenly King, don't think that just because you've further immortalized your physical body, you can look down on heaven and earth. If it weren't for your three brothers helping you, I could knock you down with one hand."
Yan Wushen's eyes were full of contempt. His disadvantage lay in acting alone. If someone could help him hold off one or two of the Four Heavenly Kings, he would never have suffered at their hands or needed to flee everywhere.
"Yan Wushen, your provocation is useless against us. The four of us always advance and retreat together. If you don't want to suffer, surrender as soon as possible."
The Heavenly King holding the ancient divine sword said calmly.
He was the second among the Four Heavenly Kings, the Growth Heavenly King. Although his temperament was very indifferent, when it came to fighting, he was absolutely decisive in killing.
The divine sword in the Growth Heavenly King's hand had slain countless powerful beings, including Immortal Great Saints.
According to their positions—east, south, west, and north—the Four Heavenly Kings were the Holding Realm Heavenly King, the Growth Heavenly King, the Wide Vision Heavenly King, and the Many Hearings Heavenly King.
Legend had it that the Four Heavenly Kings had inherited the legacy of the Heavenly Kings from a previous civilization, blessed with great fortune, and destined to achieve divine status.
In a very distant era, an ancient Heavenly Court had existed, and the Four Heavenly Kings were the guardian divine generals of that ancient Heavenly Court, wielding great prestige and intimidating all heavens.
Having obtained the inheritance of the Four Heavenly Kings of the ancient Heavenly Court, the Heavenly Palace naturally valued them immensely and spared no effort in their training. The treatment they received was beyond the imagination of ordinary people.
Yan Wushen's gaze was sharp as he said, "If you want to fight, then fight. Why waste so many words? Let me see how much progress you Four Heavenly Kings have made during this time."
As he spoke, Yan Wushen's body trembled, and a powerful immortal aura spread out, even surpassing that of the Holding Realm Heavenly King.
The Holding Realm Heavenly King still had his heart and the spiritual platform in his head yet to be immortalized, while Yan Wushen only had the spiritual platform in his head remaining.
In other words, Yan Wushen had truly reached the ultimate limit of the Nine-Step Saint King.
The Holding Realm Heavenly King's gaze sharpened slightly. He hadn't expected Yan Wushen to have surpassed him in physical cultivation.
Bore took a deep look at Yan Wushen. The title of the strongest below Great Saint in the Hell Realm was indeed well-deserved.
Throughout history, those who could cultivate their physical bodies to such an extent at the Saint King Realm were as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns.
The Holding Realm Heavenly King's sacred energy surged within him, pouring into the white jade pipa. As he gently plucked the strings, vast heavenly and earthly rules and power converged wildly, forming a torrent of rules that swept toward Yan Wushen and Bore.
Most of the power from the torrent of rules surged toward Bore, clearly intending to suppress her first before concentrating their strength on Yan Wushen.
"Hmph."
Bore let out a heavy snort, and a vast deathly power surged from within her.
"Buzz."
The space around her trembled as a wide Styx River flowed out from the void, its beginning and end unknown. Countless rules moved within it, as if encompassing all the rules of heaven and earth.
Bore stood atop the Styx River like a deity who dominated all rules.
"Splash."
Suddenly, monstrous waves rose from the Styx River, as if a primordial beast had awakened, releasing a terrifying aura that made hearts tremble.
"Crackle."
The Styx River contained a vast deathly power that could erode all things. Wherever it passed, even space slowly dissolved.
Protected by the Styx River, the attack launched by the Holding Realm Heavenly King failed to take effect, and the two forces quickly dissipated into nothingness.
Bore stood on the Styx River, her body slowly rising as she looked around proudly.
"No wonder you could become a candidate divine maiden of the Destiny Temple. You do have some skill. I underestimated you," the Holding Realm Heavenly King said.
As he spoke, the Holding Realm Heavenly King plucked the white jade pipa again, and invisible sound waves spread out, summoning wind and fire with great momentum.
At the same time, the Growth Heavenly King swung his ancient divine sword, slashing out a rainbow-like sword energy that tore through space, aimed directly at Yan Wushen.
Then, the Wide Vision Heavenly King and the Many Hearings Heavenly King also made their moves, displaying remarkable tacit understanding and seamless coordination.
The Wide Vision Heavenly King's left arm was coiled with a red dragon, a rare ancient relic whose power had also reached the Threshold Dao Realm.
When facing weaker enemies, the Wide Vision Heavenly King didn't even need to act personally; the flames spewed by the red dragon could burn them to ashes.
He held a pair of bronze-colored double whips, engraved with strange runic patterns. When swung, they had the power to split heaven and earth.
The Many Hearings Heavenly King held a chaotic-colored precious umbrella, inlaid with eighty-one different gems. When casually waved, countless treasures' light bloomed, capable of sweeping away almost anything.
With the three Heavenly Kings attacking simultaneously, even someone as strong as Yan Wushen dared not be careless.
The Hell Yama energy surged within him, and a grayish light shot out from the top of his head, transforming into an ancient, unadorned book.
Since the three Heavenly Kings were all using powerful divine weapons, Yan Wushen naturally didn't dare to be overconfident and fight barehanded, as that would put him at too great a disadvantage.
The cover of the ancient book bore three complex characters, seemingly possessing infinite demonic power capable of reversing life and death.
"*Death Scripture*, life and death are in my hands."
An ancient, vicissitudinous voice echoed through the void.
The ancient book opened automatically, and terrifying beams of life-and-death profound light burst forth from it, blocking the attacks launched by the three Heavenly Kings.
On the other side, Bore activated the Way of Fate, and a greenish-brown compass flew out from within her, hovering above her head.
Powerful streams of fate power were released from the compass, distorting space and neutralizing the attacks unleashed by the Holding Realm Heavenly King.
"It's the Fate Heavenly Compass! This ancient divine relic, long sealed away in the Destiny Temple, has actually fallen into her hands."
Seeing the treasure Bore had summoned, Yan Wushen couldn't help but show a look of surprise.
No wonder the other two older candidate divine maidens had sought an alliance with him—they clearly felt a great threat from Bore.
Bore's recognition by the Fate Heavenly Compass would greatly influence the final decision of the Destiny Temple's titans.
Originally, Yan Wushen had worried that Bore would be quickly suppressed, but now it seemed she might be able to hold off the Holding Realm Heavenly King for a long time, allowing him to fight freely against the other three Heavenly Kings.
With one Heavenly King less to deal with, Yan Wushen's pressure would undoubtedly be much lighter.
"Haha, since you want to play, I'll oblige. Space Vortex."
Yan Wushen laughed loudly, pointing a finger as a powerful space force was released.
In an instant, a terrifying space vortex appeared beside the Growth Heavenly King, spinning rapidly and generating a fearsome devouring force, trying to forcibly suck him in.
The Growth Heavenly King swung his sword, and four strange imprints—"Earth," "Wind," "Water," and "Fire"—appeared on the blade, instantly stabilizing the space around him.
It was said that the war tools used by the Four Heavenly Kings all contained the mysteries of earth, wind, water, and fire, allowing them to easily mobilize these four fundamental forces of heaven and earth, both offensively and defensively.
Like the Blood Demon, the Four Heavenly Kings were not masters of the Nine Eternal Paths, but they had mastered a derivative world power comparable to the Nine Eternal Paths, enabling them to use the power of earth, wind, water, and fire to create worlds and suppress them.
While Yan Wushen, Bore, and the Four Heavenly Kings were locked in fierce battle, deep within the Yin Burial Mountain Range, a golden light flashed out rapidly, appearing a thousand miles from the battlefield, spying from afar.
The golden light was a dragon—a golden dragon forged from divine metal, only about ten feet long, hiding behind a huge rock.
One of the golden dragon's claws held a large piece of dried meat. As it watched the distant battle, it ate heartily.
Its gaze shifted, and the golden dragon stared intently at Bore, who was locked in a tough fight with the Holding Realm Heavenly King. A strange expression appeared in its eyes.
"The Hundred Dragon Bright Emperor Armor... why is it on this Underworld Clan woman? Did I sense it wrong?"
The golden dragon muttered, full of confusion.
It then carefully sensed again.
Soon, the golden dragon confirmed that it hadn't sensed incorrectly. The aura of the Hundred Dragon Bright Emperor Armor was indeed emanating from Bore.
The Hundred Dragon Bright Emperor Armor was the supreme sacred artifact of the Sacred Bright Zhang Clan and a symbol of successive Bright Emperors. It was of great significance. Why would it appear on an outsider, especially someone from the Hell Realm?
"It's said that the Sacred Bright Central Empire, established by the Zhang Clan, was destroyed by a woman. Could it be her?"
Such a guess formed in the golden dragon's mind.
Then, it shook its head vigorously and said, "Impossible. Her cultivation hasn't even reached the Great Saint Realm. How could she have destroyed the Zhang Clan?"
"Could it be... that a prodigal descendant of the Zhang Clan was seduced by her beauty, leading to the family's ruin, and even the Hundred Dragon Bright Emperor Armor was taken? Ah, that must be it. A prodigal descendant indeed. A femme fatale! What a nation-ruining woman!"
"Sigh, Dragon Lord has been ordered to guard the Zhang Clan for who knows how many tens of thousands of years. I never thought that such a prosperous family as the Zhang Clan would also fall on hard times. I hope the Zhang Clan's descendants haven't been completely wiped out. At least one or two should be left for breeding, right? Even if only one male descendant remains, Dragon Lord can still make him rebuild a glorious Zhang Clan."
As it thought, the golden dragon didn't forget to continue eating the dried meat, as if even if the sky fell, it couldn't stop it from eating.
"Sigh! The artifact spirits of other supreme sacred artifacts have already left the Yin Burial Mountain Range and merged with their main bodies. Why am I so unlucky? Before, I couldn't sense where my main body was. Now that I can finally sense it, it's on a Hell Realm woman. What am I supposed to do?"
The golden dragon frowned, feeling very troubled.
Especially since it couldn't act rashly now. If it was discovered by the patrol envoy, there would be big trouble!
Helpless, the golden dragon had no choice but to continue hiding in the shadows, observing the situation first.
After finishing one piece of dried meat, the golden dragon somehow took out another piece. "The dried meat is almost gone. I need to find a way to get more. Dragon Lord is really miserable—can't even eat enough meat. Sigh."
As it sighed, the golden dragon took a big bite of the dried meat.
That dried meat was no ordinary thing—it was made from the meat of a Saint King-level barbarian beast. But it wasn't satisfied. This time, emerging into the world, it wanted to do something big—slay a Great Saint, dry the meat, and stock up more.
Great Saint meat had real chewiness.
On the battlefield, the fight continued, growing more intense.
From the initial matchups of Bore against the Holding Realm Heavenly King and Yan Wushen against the other three Heavenly Kings, it had now become Bore and Yan Wushen cooperating to fight all Four Heavenly Kings together.
Though outnumbered, Bore and Yan Wushen's combined efforts allowed them to hold their own against the Four Heavenly Kings, showing no signs of weakness.
Admittedly, Bore's strength was still somewhat lacking, but the Way of Fate she cultivated was mysterious and unpredictable, causing considerable trouble for the Four Heavenly Kings.
Behind Bore stood a tall, solid Gate of Fate, seemingly carved from some strange stone, covered with many mottled marks.
Any attack that approached the Gate of Fate would immediately have its power greatly reduced.
The Way of Fate was as renowned as the Way of Nothingness, and compared to the other seven Eternal Paths, it was more mysterious, more powerful, possessing all kinds of incredible abilities.
Relying on the Gate of Fate and the Fate Heavenly Compass, Bore was almost invincible.
"In just a few years, she has managed to cultivate the Way of Fate to such a level. I wonder what her background really is." Seeing Bore's performance, Yan Wushen became increasingly curious about her.
Everything about Bore was a mystery. Even the titans of the Destiny Temple couldn't deduce anything about her.
Although Bore wasn't the master of fate, her talent in the Way of Fate was astonishingly heaven-defying, with few in the history of the Destiny Temple able to match her.
At this moment, Yan Wushen naturally didn't care about Bore's background. What mattered to him was only the astonishing strength she had displayed.
Not having to endure the combined suppression of the Four Heavenly Kings—this feeling was truly wonderful.
"Holding Realm Heavenly King, take another punch from me—Yama God's Wrath."
Yan Wushen shouted, punching out.
Vast Hell Yama energy surged, and outside Yan Wushen's body, an extremely tall phantom condensed, its surface burning with fierce flames, as if it would incinerate the eight wastelands.
The Holding Realm Heavenly King simultaneously plucked all four strings, and the four forces of earth, wind, water, and fire appeared together, evolving into a vast world that tried to envelop the tall phantom and Yan Wushen together.
"Boom."
The world evolved from earth, wind, water, and fire instantly shattered, unable to withstand the force of Yan Wushen's punch.
But at that moment, the Growth Heavenly King swung his sword, and the four strange imprints on the blade appeared. The power of earth, wind, water, and fire surged wildly, merging together to generate a force that annihilated everything.
Yan Wushen glanced at the Growth Heavenly King and offered up the Book of Life and Death in his hand to meet the incoming divine sword.
Ghostly and godly shadows rushed out from the *Death Scripture*, blocking the divine sword. Though they were successively destroyed, the annihilation power carried by the divine sword was also rapidly consumed.
Then, Yan Wushen pointed a finger, and a large number of space rules emerged, rapidly compressing the surrounding space into a small black dot.
"Whoosh."
The small black dot shot out, arriving in an instant.
The Growth Heavenly King's gaze sharpened, and he instantly changed his sword technique, holding the divine sword vertically in front of him.
"Clang."
The small black dot, which had compressed a large area of space, struck the blade of the divine sword, causing it to tremble violently. The terrifying impact force nearly made the divine sword slip from his hand.