Chapter 2057: Immovable Wisdom King Dharma Seal
The golden dragon was fierce and imposing, radiating an immensely vast Great Saint pressure that spread like tidal waves in all directions. Everything trembled, as if it were the master of this world.
Facing the golden dragon, whose body had reached ten thousand zhang, Bore was undoubtedly minuscule, seemingly at risk of being crushed into fragments at any moment.
For an ordinary person, they would have long since prostrated on the ground in fear and trepidation, but Bore remained calm and composed, meeting the golden dragon's gaze with a steady look.
"Such strong willpower. This Underworld Clan junior is no simple one," the golden dragon thought to himself.
Whether cultivating martial arts or spiritual power, will was of utmost importance. To become a top-tier Great Saint, or even a deity, a powerful will was indispensable.
Even if one's innate bone structure and talent were somewhat lacking, as long as they possessed tenacious willpower, they could often achieve no small accomplishments.
After locking eyes with the golden dragon for a moment, Bore spoke unhurriedly, "The Hundred Dragon Bright Emperor Armor has been passed down through the Zhang Clan for generations. So naturally, it was a member of the Zhang Clan who placed it in my hands."
"Nonsense! How could the Zhang Clan possibly gift the Hundred Dragon Bright Emperor Armor to you, an Underworld Clan member? Do you think this Dragon Lord is easy to fool?" the golden dragon coldly shouted.
In an instant, the aura emanating from the golden dragon grew even stronger, continuously pressing down on Bore.
Bore said with great indifference, "Times change. You have slept too long in the Yin Burial Mountain Range; there are many things you simply would not understand. The Zhang Clan had their reasons for entrusting the Hundred Dragon Bright Emperor Armor to me. Once you return with me to the Hell Realm, you will naturally get your answers."
Pausing, Bore continued, "Though I am of the Underworld Clan, I am not necessarily an enemy. Likewise, those from the Heavenly Court Realm are not necessarily friends."
Her words carried profound meaning, subtly revealing much information.
Hearing this, the golden dragon could not help but fall into thought. One thing he could be certain of was that even if the Zhang Clan had produced a black sheep, the Hundred Dragon Bright Emperor Armor would not easily fall into another's hands, especially not into the hands of a Hell Realm cultivator.
Moreover, he had already discovered that the Zhang Clan's mark within the Hundred Dragon Bright Emperor Armor had not been erased.
Through this, he could not only confirm that the Hundred Dragon Bright Emperor Armor had not truly changed hands, but also sense the existence of Zhang Clan bloodline through it.
"Thankfully, the Zhang Clan still has some bloodline preserved. Otherwise, that would be this Dragon Lord's failure," the golden dragon breathed a quiet sigh of relief.
Just then, Bore, enduring the immense pressure, slowly formed hand seals. A faint Buddhist light gathered in her left palm, condensing into strange marks.
The moment these marks took shape, they exuded a mysterious charm, giving a sense of unwavering stillness like the earth, along with a hint of Vajra dharma intent—unshakable, indestructible.
The golden dragon's gaze fell upon the seal in Bore's palm, and his expression shifted dramatically. He could not help but exclaim, "The Immovable Wisdom King Dharma Seal!"
"How do you possess the Immovable Wisdom King Dharma Seal? Who exactly are you?"
The golden dragon was so agitated that his voice trembled slightly.
Bore took in the golden dragon's reaction completely and said calmly, "You need not know where I obtained the Immovable Wisdom King Dharma Seal. You only need to understand what it represents."
Hearing this, the golden dragon's brow furrowed slightly as long-buried memories rapidly surfaced in his mind.
The Immovable Wisdom King Dharma Seal was no trivial matter. Its origins were immense, connected to the legendary Immovable Bright King Great Venerable of the Zhang Clan.
But by now, few knew of it, for the Immovable Bright King Great Venerable had long become a legend, and the Dharma Seal he left behind had been lost for ages, not even mastered by the Zhang Clan themselves.
The golden dragon never imagined that after such a long span of time, the Immovable Wisdom King Dharma Seal would reappear, and on an Underworld Clan woman at that.
The Hundred Dragon Bright Emperor Armor and the Immovable Wisdom King Dharma Seal appearing on the same person could not possibly be mere coincidence.
"Just what is the background of this Underworld Clan woman? To receive the inheritance of the Immovable Wisdom King Dharma Seal and successfully cultivate it—could she be the chosen successor of the Great Venerable? But why would the Great Venerable choose an Underworld Clan woman as his heir?"
"Long ago, the Great Venerable had dealings with the Hell Realm, and they fought fiercely. Logically, there should be no connection with the Hell Realm. Yet an Underworld Clan member can cultivate Buddhist dharma—this must be due to the Great Venerable. What kind of arrangement did the Great Venerable have?"
The golden dragon pondered deeply but could not fathom the Immovable Bright King Great Venerable's intentions.
Before this, the golden dragon had never imagined encountering such a situation, so for a moment, he was uncertain how to proceed.
After a long deliberation, the golden dragon looked back at Bore and said in a deep voice, "Considering you have cultivated the Immovable Wisdom King Dharma Seal, this Dragon Lord will let you off. Leave the Yin Burial Mountain Range immediately and return to your Hell Realm."
Since it involved the Immovable Bright King Great Venerable, the golden dragon naturally dared not act recklessly. Unable to understand many things, driving Bore away seemed the best course of action.
Bore gave the golden dragon a deep look. Behind her, an ancient and weathered Gate of Destiny materialized, within which countless Fate Rules flowed, revealing many obscure images.
"Hmm? The Hundred Dragon Bright Emperor Armor will shatter."
The golden dragon caught one of the scenes and showed a look of surprise.
Bore withdrew the Gate of Destiny and said seriously, "In the near future, you will face a great calamity. If you cannot survive it, your many eons of bitter cultivation will be destroyed in an instant."
"What audacity! To dare curse this Dragon Lord! Do you believe I will crush you with one claw right now?" The golden dragon bristled with anger, raising a dragon claw.
Bore showed no fear and continued, "I primarily cultivate the Path of Fate, able to glimpse the fate trajectories of all living beings. You are destined for a calamity, and only I can help you resolve it."
"Nonsense! Do you think this Dragon Lord was raised on threats? I have roamed invincibly—who can do anything to me?" The golden dragon said disdainfully.
As the artifact spirit of an ancient Supreme Sacred Artifact, the golden dragon had survived many eon calamities, growing to an astonishing level of power. He truly did not believe any disaster could threaten him.
Bore's expression turned grave as she slowly uttered three words: "Soul-Devouring Lamp."
Hearing this, the golden dragon's heart could not help but tremble. When these Supreme Sacred Artifact spirits had hidden themselves back then, it was partly to avoid eon calamities, but also to escape the devouring of the Hell Realm's divine artifact, the Soul-Devouring Lamp.
The Soul-Devouring Lamp was too terrifying. During the battle between the Kunlun Realm and the Hell Realm in the medieval period, the golden dragon had witnessed many powerful sacred artifact spirits being devoured by the Soul-Devouring Lamp, and even the artifact spirits of divine artifacts had suffered severe damage.
The Soul-Devouring Lamp was the bane of artifact spirits. Whoever encountered it would face a disaster.
The golden dragon was indeed fearless of heaven and earth, but he was uniquely wary of the Soul-Devouring Lamp. If he were unlucky enough to encounter it, he was not certain he could escape.
Though inwardly horrified, the golden dragon maintained a calm exterior. "Don't try to scare this Dragon Lord with the Soul-Devouring Lamp. I've dealt with it before—it's not so easy for it to devour me."
But then, the golden dragon's tone shifted. "However, I've slept in the Yin Burial Mountain Range for a hundred thousand years. I've grown tired of this place. It wouldn't hurt to go out for a walk."
"You should know the outside world well. You'll be responsible for guiding this Dragon Lord. If you behave and provide me with good food and drink, I won't treat you poorly. A little guidance from me could benefit you endlessly."
Hearing this, a hint of disdain flickered in Bore's eyes. She extended a hand and said, "First, return the Hundred Dragon Bright Emperor Armor."
"Take it. Keep it safe for this Dragon Lord."
The golden dragon waved his claw and tossed the Hundred Dragon Bright Emperor Armor back to Bore without hesitation.
After all, as long as he wished, he could retrieve it at any time.
Bore caught the Hundred Dragon Bright Emperor Armor and stored it back within her body. Then, ignoring the golden dragon, she continued climbing the towering human-shaped mountain, absorbing fragments of fate and comprehending the Path of Fate.
Such a rare and excellent place for cultivating the Path of Fate was not to be missed.
Only when one's own strength was sufficient could they do whatever they wished.
"How boring."
The true dragon curled his lip, took out a piece of dried meat, and began eating on his own.
He was eager to get to the outside world quickly, but since Bore wanted to cultivate the Path of Fate here, he could only wait nearby.
...
Within the Zhou Wan Sacred Land, inside the Blood God Sect.
Xiao Hei led the many followers of the Blood God Sect, swiftly repairing the three ninth-rank formations and the divine patterns of the Infant Lord Peak.
Fortunately, they had only been breached at a single point by the town-pattern stones, and the damage was not severe, so the repairs were not too troublesome.
With the protective grand formation restored, there was no need to consume the power of the Blood God Altar to maintain the blood mist barrier.
The Blood God Altar was of great importance; the power accumulated within it was best left untouched.
Inside the Return to Origin Divine Palace, Zhang Ruochen looked at the many treasures before him, a sigh in his eyes. "Unfortunately, the Uninterrupted Hell Tower, the Nether Sun Divine Wheel, and the Radiant Heavenly Scripture cannot be refined or used."
The Nether Sun Divine Wheel and the Radiant Heavenly Scripture were divine relics of ancient artifacts. Such treasures usually required compatibility to unleash their full power. Otherwise, at most, one could only use a fraction of their strength, inferior even to some top-tier ten-thousand-pattern sacred artifacts.
Unless one's own strength was sufficient to forcibly refine them, compatibility would not matter.
As for the Uninterrupted Hell Tower, it was a powerful Supreme Sacred Artifact that had already acknowledged Blood Butcher as its master. With Zhang Ruochen's current strength, he could not forcibly refine it, so he could only seal it away.
Three of the most precious heavy treasures could only be shelved—anyone would find that regrettable.
There were also the Purple Extreme Demon Spear and the Greed Wolf Demon Blade. These two monarch-level war weapons were also useless to Zhang Ruochen, as he had not cultivated spear or blade techniques. In his hands, they could not unleash much power.
However, the Black Spirit Demon Umbrella caught Zhang Ruochen's attention. He had handed it over to the Divine Sword Manor, instructing them to merge it with the Eight Dragon Umbrella to create a more powerful war weapon.
At his current level of cultivation, the grades of the Eight Dragon Umbrella and the Nine Dragon Chariot were clearly too low, useless in battle. They needed further enhancement.
After finishing the inventory of all treasures, Zhang Ruochen gathered everyone in the Blood God Sect.
After a series of fierce battles, Zhang Ruochen had gained many insights and planned to activate the Sundial for a period of secluded cultivation.
As before, the secluded cultivation site was chosen at the Qian Yuan Mountain.
Before starting, Zhang Ruochen took out over a dozen types of divine materials and distributed them to Mu Lingxi, Hanxue, Jin Yu, and others. He already had five types of Five Elements divine materials sent by Emperor Jiemie, enough to forge the Five Elements Chaos Immortal Sacred Body in the future. There was no need to keep the rest.
"Fifth Senior Brother, this monarch-level war weapon is yours!"
With a flick of his hand, Zhang Ruochen tossed the Purple Extreme Demon Spear to Bao Lie.
Bao Lie quickly caught it, overjoyed. "I finally have a monarch-level war weapon! Haha, thank you, Little Junior Brother."
With the Purple Extreme Demon Spear, his strength would surely see a significant boost.
Then, Zhang Ruochen took out the Greed Wolf Demon Blade and handed it to Mu Lingxi. "Lingxi, though the Greed Wolf Demon Blade has some damage, it can be fully repaired after being nourished with demonic qi for a while."
Mu Lingxi came from the Moon Worship Demon Sect and had cultivated powerful demonic arts, making her the ideal person to refine the Greed Wolf Demon Blade.
Mu Lingxi did not stand on ceremony with Zhang Ruochen. She straightforwardly accepted the Greed Wolf Demon Blade, then extended her hand. "The Greed Wolf Demon Blade alone is not enough. You'll also need to lend me the Heavenly Demon Greed Wolf Diagram to study for a while, or I won't be able to fully unleash its power."
"Lend? What's mine is yours. Take it." Zhang Ruochen waved his hand and produced the Heavenly Demon Greed Wolf Diagram.
In truth, even if Mu Lingxi hadn't asked, he would have given it to her.
When it came to Mu Lingxi, Zhang Ruochen was always generous.
After arranging everything, Zhang Ruochen wasted no time. He activated the Sundial, and the power of time covered an area of two hundred zhang, enveloping everyone on the Qian Yuan Mountain.
Immediately, everyone entered a state of cultivation.
The previous battles had made all the Blood God Sect followers aware of their own weakness—unable even to protect themselves, let alone defend the sect.
Stimulated by this, they trained desperately, determined not to let such events happen again.
Zhang Ruochen sat cross-legged directly beneath the Sundial. Before him, eleven Heavenly Demon Stone Inscriptions were lined up, and the Space-Time Secret Scripture was in his hands.
Beside him, the Abyssal Ancient Sword was frantically refining various sacred artifacts. It was now a ten-glory ten-thousand-pattern sacred artifact, not weak, but clearly insufficient. It needed further upgrades, ideally evolving into a monarch-level war weapon quickly.
For this secluded cultivation, Zhang Ruochen had a very clear plan with four goals he wanted to achieve.
First, he would attempt to unlock the seal left by the Moon God on the Blazing God Leg, opening the second layer of its power. That power should be at the Great Saint level.
Second, Zhang Ruochen wanted to create a sword technique unique to him, taking a crucial step on the path of the sword.
Third, he needed to cultivate more Space Rules and Time Rules. As his primary paths, having only a hundred thousand Space Rules and a mere seventy thousand Time Rules was far too few, which would impact his strength.
He also needed to cultivate more Truth Rules, striving to increase his attack power amplification to nine times as soon as possible.
Now that Zhang Ruochen possessed thirty-nine ten-thousandths of the Truth Esoterica, comprehending various rules should be twice as effective with half the effort.
Fourth, he would do his utmost to break through in cultivation. Facing many powerful enemies, his Dao Domain realm cultivation was still too low, restricting him in many ways.
If he could break through to the Reaching Heaven realm, his strength would undergo a qualitative leap. When encountering powerful foes like Zhou Yu or Mo Sheng again, he would not have to fight so arduously.
With his goals set, Zhang Ruochen calmed his mind. All six sacred images manifested, and he quickly entered a deep state of cultivation, unaffected by any external distractions.