Chapter 3073: Wu Yue Has Fled
The Wind Clan gods standing on the Xufeng Divine Ship erupted into chaos the moment they saw the Green Lotus Sword appear in Zhang Ruochen’s hands, arguments breaking out among them.
Some believed that Zhang Ruochen had conspired with Xiu Chen to kill Qing Pingzi and seize the Green Lotus Sword, their hatred boiling over.
Others thought that Qing Pingzi was actually Zhang Ruochen in disguise, harboring some ulterior motive.
The last shred of hope in Feng Xi’s heart shattered, yet her face remained eerily calm, as if she couldn’t care less who Qing Pingzi really was. The more she acted this way, the more worried Feng Yan became.
When a person refuses to vent their anger, grief, and resentment, these emotions inevitably intertwine, fermenting like yeast into a fierce inner demon, driving one toward obsession and extremism.
Feng Yan said in a deep voice, “No matter who Qing Pingzi was, he never did anything to wrong the Wind Clan. On the contrary, he helped us greatly. If not for him, there probably wouldn’t be a single survivor on the Xufeng Divine Ship by now—the Darkness Temple would have slaughtered us all.”
The Wind Clan gods fell silent.
Ever since he had weathered the divine tribulation, taken control of the Pure Yang Divine Sword, and inherited the legacy of Feng Yunba’s death, Feng Yan had become a different person. The aura around him grew stronger and stronger, to the point where even the older generation of gods dared not meet his gaze.
Master Mo, who might have already suspected something, showed no concern at all about Qing Pingzi’s identity. Suddenly, he exclaimed in surprise, “The Yin Yang Eighteen Formations—it really is the Yin Yang Eighteen Formations! How does Wu Yue know formations?”
“Is she Wu Yue, or the Moon God?” Feng Yan asked.
“Well…”
Master Mo was also uncertain. Although the Xufeng Divine Ship had reached the Lost Paradise Star Domain before the Green Deer Divine Temple’s ship and had witnessed the battle between Wu Yue and Xiu Chen with their own eyes.
But how could Wu Yue be so close to Zhang Ruochen?
There was also no reason for Wu Yue to pretend to be the Moon God. With her strength, why would she need to be so restrained?
Not just them—many of the gods hiding in this star domain were already confused, to the point where they dared not act rashly.
…
The Nine Yin Escape Formations and Nine Yang Escape Formations that Zhang Ruochen had refined were powerful, but they were merely nine-in-one formations, not eighteen interconnected formations.
On the Continent of the Gods, Wu Yue had not only reforged the Nine Yin Escape Formations and Nine Yang Escape Formations, greatly increasing their power, but she had also merged the eighteen formations into one, forging the true “Yin Yang Eighteen Formations.”
“From now on, you are the formation spirit.”
Wu Yue shot a glance at Zhang Ruochen, then manipulated the Yin Yang Eighteen Formations—nine formations above, nine formations below—like a massive starry millstone, slamming violently into the Universe Cauldron. She swept Ming Jian Shen and Fei Ma Wang, who were locked in combat, into the formation.
“Formation spirit, control the array and hold them off.”
Leaving behind this command, Wu Yue soared into the air like a goddess ascending to the moon, landing atop the ten-thousand-meter-tall Universe Cauldron. Her delicate hand pressed down on the cauldron’s ear, and countless talismanic runes flew from her palm, enveloping the entire cauldron.
The Universe Cauldron shrank smaller and smaller under the pressure of the runes…
Zhang Ruochen was inwardly frustrated. He had gone through tremendous effort to subdue Xiu Chen as an artifact spirit, and now, in the blink of an eye, he had become a formation spirit.
Had Wu Yue only learned the aloof and shameless side of the Moon God?
Didn’t she know that the Moon God also had moments of tender warmth?
What choice did he have?
Who could blame him? Her spiritual power was terrifyingly high. With a few casual adjustments, she had forged the Yin Yang Eighteen Formations, whose power far surpassed the Nine Yin Escape Formations and Nine Yang Escape Formations Zhang Ruochen had refined. Even so, it still wasn’t a complete Yin Yang Eighteen Formations!
The reason Feng Yunba had been able to wound her back then was because he had used the Pure Yang Self-Immolation Art, trading his life for that chance.
Hadn’t they seen how Ming Jian Shen looked at Wu Yue with nothing but wariness?
If this woman hadn’t lost her memory and was in her prime, no one present would be her match.
“Wu Yue, you might fool others, but you can’t fool me. If you want to seize the Universe Cauldron, you’ll have to ask my Ming Jun Sword first!”
“Shh-shh!”
Ming Jian Shen’s eyes were sharp. Using his profound meaning, he stirred the sword dao rules of heaven and earth. Raising his sword with both hands, the divine light of the blade tore apart the formation patterns of the Yin Yang Eighteen Formations one by one.
A sea of bright swords materialized around him.
The terrifying sword dao aura made even Pu Chuanqi, who was far away, tremble. He raised the Zihai Shura Lamp to defend himself, conjuring a ten-thousand-mile purple sea beneath his feet.
“Heavenly Divine Ability—Mo Yi Divine Sword Art!”
The divine ships in the distance all activated their strongest defensive states.
Of course, great gods could cultivate heavenly divine abilities, or even heavenly venerable divine abilities, but how many layers they could comprehend depended on their individual talent.
Xiu Chen sensed the threat of death and quickly said, “Ming Jian Shen has already cultivated the Mo Yi Divine Sword Art to the fifth layer. Using the power of profound meaning, he has unleashed it. Even a god king here would have to tread carefully. If you don’t strike with that sword now, are you waiting to die?”
There was no need for Xiu Chen’s nagging. Zhang Ruochen had already sensed the life-and-death crisis and slashed out with the Void Heaven Sword.
This sword, Zhang Ruochen had intended to gift to Ming Jian Shen all along, to eliminate a major enemy.
“Whoosh!”
The moment the Void Heaven Sword was unleashed, heaven and earth collapsed. All the rules of heaven and earth in this starry sky were severed. Time seemed to freeze, and space seemed to cease to exist.
Ming Jian Shen was well aware of the enmity between Void Heaven and Xumi Saint Monk, so he never believed that Zhang Ruochen truly possessed the Void Heaven Sword. He thought Zhang Ruochen was just bluffing.
But as Zhang Ruochen’s sword slashed out, Ming Jian Shen was locked onto by the sword intent of Void Heaven. His face turned deathly pale in an instant.
Yet he recovered in a flash, changing his slash into a chop.
As if he were using the sword as a blade…
“Boom!”
After a long while, the gods finally regained their sight from the blinding sword light.
Zhang Ruochen’s single sword strike had not only destroyed all the sword dao rules Ming Jian Shen had mobilized but also cleared everything before him, as if time and space had vanished.
The gods watching from afar were all stunned, believing that Ming Jian Shen had been slain and reduced to nothing.
Another sword dao powerhouse had fallen from the world.
But Pu Chuanqi, as a top-tier expert, noticed something. At the very last moment, Ming Jian Shen had used his Ming Jun Sword like a blade, unleashing a shocking, unparalleled slash.
That slash could only have been delivered by one person in the world.
However, Void Heaven’s sword was too powerful, completely suppressing the blade light. Only a handful of those present had detected that slash.
But at this moment, no one cared whether Ming Jian Shen had that slash or whether he was dead or alive, because that damned Moon God had taken advantage of the moment to seize the Universe Cauldron and was fleeing into the depths of darkness.
“Zhang Ruochen, stop them!”
The Moon God’s divine voice echoed through heaven and earth.
Zhang Ruochen was stunned. He had never seen the Moon God run so fast. No, she was Wu Yue.
“Don’t trust her! Chase after her!” Xiu Chen said.
The Golden Chariot and Fei Ma Wang had already taken the lead, chasing the Moon God from two different directions.
Just as Zhang Ruochen was about to give chase, the Yin Yang Eighteen Formations came under attack. The Zihai Shura Lamp shattered a section of it. The power of the divine artifact pressed forward, straight toward the heart of the formation where Zhang Ruochen and Xiu Chen were.
Zhang Ruochen and Xiu Chen joined forces, unleashing the Sundial.
“Boom!”
The Sundial and the Zihai Shura Lamp collided, erupting in rings of divine power ripples before both flew backward.
Zhang Ruochen and Xiu Chen were sent stumbling back by the recoiling divine power. Only by relying on the formation power of the Yin Yang Eighteen Formations did they barely manage to stabilize themselves.
Xiu Chen was fine, with his strong cultivation, he wasn’t injured.
But Zhang Ruochen couldn’t withstand such immense divine power. He immediately spat out divine blood, deeply realizing the gap between himself and a Tai Xu realm great god.
“We’ve been set up by Wu Yue. She probably hasn’t lost her memory at all—she deliberately used us to help her seize the Universe Cauldron. Pu Chuanqi, that brat, is among the top fighters below the Infinite Realm in the entire Hell Realm. Without the Void Heaven Sword, we’re in danger today!”
“Enough! I don’t believe that with the Yin Yang Eighteen Formations and your power, we can’t fight him.”
Zhang Ruochen’s eyes were sharp. He fully released his spiritual power, repairing the Yin Yang Eighteen Formations, causing all the formation inscriptions to manifest, revealing eighteen independent spatial formation worlds.
Pu Chuanqi held the Zihai Shura Lamp, using the divine artifact to clear a path. He showed no fear, a smile on his face: “They all think the Universe Cauldron is the ultimate treasure, but that kind of thing isn’t something just anyone can hold onto. I, on the other hand, find the Sundial more interesting. The God-Defying Stele is also a supreme treasure. I hear you have six divine swords?”
“Xiu Chen, even at your peak, you’re no match for me. And now, after being wounded by Ming Jian Shen, how much of your power can you still unleash? Alright, today I’ll send you on your way.”
Xiu Chen knew well how formidable Pu Chuanqi was. Suppressing the anger in his heart, he transmitted to Zhang Ruochen, “Don’t fight him head-on. Let’s escape first. If we flee, I still have some confidence.”
Zhang Ruochen said coldly, “When Xiu Chen Heavenly God dominated the Shura Clan, did you dare speak to him like that? Arrogant fool! What Pu Chuanqi? Today, I’ll shatter your legend! Xiu Chen, don’t be afraid of him. Fight!”
Xiu Chen gave Zhang Ruochen a meaningful look. It wasn’t out of gratitude, but suspicion that the blow from the Zihai Shura Lamp had scrambled his divine soul.
With your strength, you dare claim to shatter someone else’s legend?
You’re the arrogant fool, aren’t you?
“Haha! Good courage!”
Pu Chuanqi was delighted. He strode forward, charging straight at Zhang Ruochen and Xiu Chen.
He wasn’t afraid of their arrogance—he was afraid they would flee.
If Zhang Ruochen and Xiu Chen tried to escape, Pu Chuanqi, no matter how strong, would be helpless.
“Boom!”
Suddenly, the spatial formation’s light wall opened. A dragon-shaped blood light shot down from above, instantly entering the Yin Yang Eighteen Formations, stabbing toward Pu Chuanqi’s crown.
Pu Chuanqi hadn’t expected the Blood Absolute War God to suddenly appear. In his haste, he could only raise the Zihai Shura Lamp to meet the Blood Dragon War Halberd descending from above.
But the Blood Absolute War God didn’t clash with his divine artifact at all. Instead, he sidestepped and, using the halberd as a staff, viciously struck Pu Chuanqi in the chest.
“Pfft!”
Pu Chuanqi’s body curled up as he flew backward, spitting out large mouthfuls of blood.
In terms of cultivation, Pu Chuanqi was naturally far above the Blood Absolute War God.
But in terms of physical explosive power and close combat, they were on completely different levels.
Before he could catch his breath, the Blood Absolute War God’s second and third strikes followed, cleaving his divine body in two at the waist, staining the void with divine blood.
“You two go first!”
The Blood Absolute War God, his armor gleaming, said this to Zhang Ruochen and Xiu Chen. His tiger eyes fixed on Pu Chuanqi, he made no further move. If his intention had been to kill Pu Chuanqi, he wouldn’t have fought this way.
By the time Zhang Ruochen and Xiu Chen had fled, Pu Chuanqi’s two halves of his divine body had reconnected.
The Blood Absolute War God stood tall, every muscle on his body radiating blood-colored divine light. He held the dragon-roaring Blood Dragon War Halberd and strode toward Pu Chuanqi, saying, “I know you’re not convinced. You’ve cultivated for hundreds of thousands of years more, yet you’ve been cut in two by a mere early Tai Xu realm cultivator with three strikes? Come again then. Today, I’ll make sure you remember deeply: bullying a junior is no great feat, and you shouldn’t covet what you shouldn’t.”
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I rushed as fast as I could today, but I was still over ten minutes late. Still, I managed to get two chapters out!
Tomorrow, I’m heading back to my hometown. There’s a lot to do for the New Year, so I can’t guarantee stable updates for the next few days. I’ll try to keep it to one chapter a day. After the New Year, I’ll resume two chapters a day.