# Chapter 2849: Xinghuantian
The Yinglong pulling the chariot was a pure-blood divine beast, now fully grown.
The divine might it emitted was something ordinary false gods could not compare to. Like a rolling blazing sun, it charged out from the nebula, releasing surging waves of divine energy.
Shiying Shangjun stabilized his form, standing proudly with his sword held high, his stone teeth clenched tightly, and a blazing flame of battle intent burning in his stone pupils. He coldly shouted, "Wuma Jiuxing!"
"Since you know it's me, you should immediately present the Heavenly Venerable Gauze with both hands."
Wuma Jiuxing flew out from the Silver Cloud Chariot, bearing an extraordinary demeanor. His posture was as straight as a divine pine, with fiery red long hair and a chiseled, handsome face that exuded a masculine charm capable of captivating countless women.
Having become a god over a thousand years ago, Wuma Jiuxing had already stepped into the level of a Mid-rank God.
The momentum he unleashed caused space to tremble, and the Rune Divine Patterns automatically condensed into countless blade rays, forming a brilliant sea of blades above his head.
Not far away, the cultivators on Yunfan Star did not see a sea of blades.
Instead, they saw a ball of light brighter than the sun.
In terms of talent, at the same cultivation level, Wuma Jiuxing could fight to a draw with the Divine Son of the Destiny Temple.
In terms of wisdom, even the cunning-as-a-demon Bai Qinger had almost fallen into his hands.
In terms of forbearance, he had cultivated in the Hell Realm for several thousand years as the Young Hall Master of the Qiankun Yiqi Hall without ever exposing his identity.
In terms of willpower, when he was still at the Great Saint realm, he dared to shout, "What I cut down is destiny itself." Such words, even ordinary gods dared not speak.
Before Shiying Shangjun and Qingxuan Lingshen, he might only be considered a junior in the divine realm, but who dared to underestimate him?
When the Welcome Heaven Blade was drawn, it would not return to its sheath until the opponent was cut down.
Wuma Jiuxing did not draw the Welcome Heaven Blade, but from the sea of blades suspended above his head, countless blade rains flew out, striking toward Shiying Shangjun.
Shiying Shangjun was extremely frustrated in his heart. While swinging his sword to block the blade rain, he roared loudly, "The Heavenly Venerable Gauze is not in my hands. I, this Lord, did not kill Mengsheng."
But who would believe him?
Qingxuan Lingshen stood to the side, neither joining forces with Wuma Jiuxing to suppress Shiying Shangjun, nor joining forces with Shiying Shangjun to deal with Wuma Jiuxing, this great enemy of the Heavenly Court.
Wouldn't it be better to let them fight until both sides were wounded, and then reap the benefits?
Wuma Jiuxing was indeed domineering, but Shiying Shangjun was no weakling either. After all, he was a god who had become a deity tens of thousands of years ago. His accumulated foundation was not something a new god who had become a deity only a thousand years ago could compare to.
Zhang Ruochen had no interest in their conflict. Stepping on the void, he directly strode away.
In the starry sky, a mass of formless energy dispersed, revealing a clear and elegant figure.
He was the disciple of the Yecha Clan's ancient god, Yulingshen, named Ailianjun. He had only stepped into the divine realm in the last thousand years. However, he was an absolute prodigy of the Yecha Clan, rising to prominence in the Hell Realm and becoming the most dazzling figure of this era in the Hundred Clans Royal City.
Ailianjun blocked Zhang Ruochen's path, holding a green fan, and said with a warm smile, "Before the Heavenly Venerable Gauze is found, it's better for you, Senior, not to leave."
"What if I insist on leaving?" Zhang Ruochen said.
Ailianjun shook his head and said, "This junior is thinking of your well-being, Senior! If you insist on leaving, I'm afraid everyone will join forces and show disrespect to you first. Why bother?"
"If I want to leave, even if you all join forces, what can you do to me?" Zhang Ruochen said.
"Swish!"
The white-haired figure vanished from before Ailianjun's eyes.
Ailianjun's expression changed slightly. He turned his head to look and saw Zhang Ruochen already appearing a hundred thousand miles behind him, slowly stepping on the Divine Spirit Step, disappearing into the deep void.
"Senior, please come back!"
Ailianjun extended his left hand, and divine energy surged wildly.
A giant divine hand, hundreds of thousands of miles long, spanned across the universe. Its five fingers opened and closed, attempting to grab Zhang Ruochen into its palm.
Zhang Ruochen continued walking forward without looking back, merely gently flicking his sleeve.
Instantly, the giant divine hand dissipated like smoke, and all the Rune Divine Patterns surged back into Ailianjun's body, sending him, who was hundreds of thousands of miles away, flying backward.
"No one is allowed to leave!"
Wuma Jiuxing's sharp voice seemed to come from the depths of the universe, as thunderous and ear-shattering.
A condensed blade light coalesced in the starry sky, taking the shape of a crescent moon.
As the blade light flew past, space was torn apart, forming a long, narrow zone of destruction.
Zhang Ruochen continued walking forward, his steps appearing aged, without making any move.
But one star after another was drawn by his powerful spiritual power, flying backward to collide with the crescent-shaped blade light. These stars, some a hundred miles in diameter, some a thousand miles in diameter, were cut apart by the blade light into rubble that scattered behind Zhang Ruochen.
However, not a single piece of rubble splashed onto Zhang Ruochen's body.
The blade light was finally dispersed by the star rain, worn away into nothingness.
Qingxuan Lingshen pressed two fingers together, brought them to his lips, and bit them, causing blood to flow.
He pointed his blood-stained finger in the direction Zhang Ruochen had left. A powerful spiritual power erupted, condensing a blood-red cage a million miles away.
The cage was eight thousand miles in diameter, like a blood-red planet, enveloping Zhang Ruochen within.
This was a divine technique from the Darkness Temple, the Blood Refining Divine Prison, which could only be cultivated by gods with extremely powerful spiritual power.
"Bang!"
A sound like a wooden clapper rang out!
Within the eight-thousand-mile Blood Refining Divine Prison, the sound waves transformed into a nine-colored Dao Divine Flower, expanding from a hundred miles to a thousand miles, then to ten thousand miles, a hundred thousand miles...
The Blood Refining Divine Prison had long been shattered.
Shiying Shangjun, Wuma Jiuxing, Ailianjun, and Qingxuan Lingshen, who had pursued him, were struck by the sound wave Dao Divine Flower. Their eardrums burst, their divine souls trembled, their blood boiled, and their five organs felt as if they were splitting apart.
By the time everything had calmed down, where in this star region was Zhang Ruochen's figure?
Ailianjun sighed, "This person's spiritual power is incredibly strong, and his application of spiritual power is terrifying. Such sound waves have already merged with the Heavenly Dao. He didn't use Esoterica, but it felt no different from using it."
"Esoterica can only mobilize the power of a single Dao. But the feeling he gave me was that he could mobilize all the power in the universe. Could it be that he has mastered the Esoterica of every Dao? But for a spiritual power god to use Esoterica is not an easy thing," Qingxuan Lingshen said with a grave tone.
Wuma Jiuxing's eyes were deep, and he said nothing.
Shiying Shangjun said, "It's not as mysterious as you think. If one's spiritual power is strong enough, it can naturally evolve into all kinds of wonders. There's nothing remarkable about it. How many years has he been cultivating, and how many years have we been cultivating?"
Lu Yi and Ye Manman were already shocked beyond words, feeling that they had vastly underestimated the terror of that old senior earlier.
"Is the great secret of Yunfan Star that the damned heavens spoke of referring to him?" Lu Yi said.
Liu Qingcheng said, "A divine realm powerhouse like this doesn't appear out of nowhere. Let's go back to Xinghuantian first. Perhaps only the City Lord knows who he is."
...
The universe where the Heavenly Court is located and the boundary of the Hell Realm's Yellow Spring Star River are extremely vast.
The border region between the Heavenly Court and the Hell Realm, from north to south, includes not only the Wuding Divine Sea, the Hundred Clans Royal City, and the Dark Great Triangle Star Domain. Continuing south, there is the Haishi Xingwu, known as the origin place of the universe.
Haishi Xingwu separates the Heavenly Court's southern universe from the Yellow Spring Star River.
Between the Dark Great Triangle Star Domain and Haishi Xingwu, there is a place that must be mentioned, called "Xinghuantian."
Xinghuantian is an ancient great world, belonging neither to the Hell Realm nor to the Heavenly Court. There are many reasons why it has been able to remain neutral.
First, because the major powers of the Heavenly Court and Hell Realm are intricately intertwined in Xinghuantian.
Second, because in the ancient era, Xinghuantian once gave birth to a Heavenly Venerable. This is the former residence of a Heavenly Venerable, hiding many secrets, and ordinary gods dare not act recklessly in this realm.
Third, because this is a necessary passage for cultivators from the Heavenly Court and Hell Realm traveling to Haishi Xingwu. Neither side wants to destroy this realm due to war, thereby cutting off the route to Haishi Xingwu.
But now that the war between the Heavenly Court and Hell Realm has erupted, with flames of battle spreading, who can remain uninvolved?
Zhang Ruochen had now arrived at Xinghuantian. He looked up at the eastern starry sky. There, the nebula was dense, appearing purple-blue, like a sea.
"Sure enough, I haven't traveled far; I'm still in this star region." Zhang Ruochen smiled bitterly and shook his head, while also sighing at the vastness of the universe and the breadth of the star region.
The scene in the starry sky was almost identical to what he had seen decades ago in the Saint's ruins on that nameless planet. The only difference was that back then, he had only seen a corner.
If he had seen more back then, Zhang Ruochen would certainly have guessed that place was Haishi Xingwu.
Entering Xinghuantian, Zhang Ruochen arrived at an ancient sacred city.
It was a true sacred city, densely covered with Great Saint patterns, divine patterns, and Dao locks. The weakest among those entering the city were Half-Saints. The servants and slaves all had considerable martial arts cultivation.
Entering the city, Zhang Ruochen felt like a wanderer returning home, familiar with the way, and arrived outside an imposing and quiet manor.
The cultivators guarding the manor's main gate were all at the Saint King realm.
They initially wanted to block Zhang Ruochen, but when Zhang Ruochen released a wisp of spiritual power that pressed them down, forcing them to bow, the disrespect in their eyes was immediately replaced by terror.
They immediately respectfully invited Zhang Ruochen inside.
"Senior, this is a private divine garden, only receiving gods. Do you, Elder, have an appointment? Or should we invite the Manor Lord out..."
Zhang Ruochen simply walked forward. Suddenly, he stopped outside a wooden door bearing a plaque inscribed with "Yu Yuan Xuan" and said, "The person I'm looking for is inside."
The two Saint King realm guards' expressions changed drastically, and they hastily said, "Senior, are you and the person inside friends?"
"Not friends. I've never met them before," Zhang Ruochen said.
The two Saint King realm guards' faces turned pale. One of them said, "This place won't do. The person inside is someone we absolutely cannot afford to offend."
From within the wooden door, a deep and resolute voice sounded: "Let him in."
Zhang Ruochen stepped inside.
He had followed the residual stone qi left in Mengsheng's body, and then, relying on a trace of profound perception, had tracked all the way from the starry sky to Xinghuantian, and then to this manor.
He had some guesses about who was inside, but he had no fear in his heart and resolutely pursued.
The two Saint King realm guards, however, were so frightened their legs went weak, and they immediately went to report to the Manor Lord.