Chapter 3815: The Corpse Buryer
Compared to Zhang Ruochen's relief, Xue Tu, Xia Yu, and the others had expressions of extreme dismay. How could they have imagined they would face such a perilous situation today?
This was the first among the Four Great Quantities Emperors, the Quantities Emperor. Legend had it that he had participated in the battle that exiled Fengdu Dadi.
The Hall Master, who had been fighting with the Ice Emperor, stopped and retreated to the side. His face was as grim as Xue Tu's and Xia Yu's, clearly unaware that the Quantities Emperor had also followed.
In fact, when the Demon God Stone Pillar attacked White Pale Star, he had sensed something was wrong.
When Shang Tian appeared, he had already sent a voice transmission to the Ice Emperor, wanting a temporary truce.
He only wanted to kill the Ice Emperor to eliminate future trouble; he had never thought of destroying White Pale Star and letting the first sacred land of the Undying Blood Clan fall into the hands of outsiders.
Of course, he also had his selfish motives.
Wubian, Qingyun Que, and the ten Zhutian Knights all knew that Shang Tian's demon corpse was hidden in the shadows, but he alone did not know. What did that imply?
It likely meant that after the Ice Emperor died, he would be next.
The appearance of the Quantities Emperor stirred a thousand waves in the Hall Master's heart. Today, even if he and the Ice Emperor temporarily set aside their hatred and united against the enemy, with Zhang Ruochen added, they would have no chance of victory.
Should he really join forces with the Ice Emperor?
The Hall Master realized that there was only one path to survival today.
Wubian's head regrew, skinless, like a ball of flesh. He also stopped and laughed, "Xia Huangchao, do we really need to keep fighting?"
"It's over," Qingyun Que said.
Shang Tian did not share their triumphant expressions. He could not understand why, after such a crushing defeat, they could still smile.
His gaze remained locked on the Ten Thousand Buddhas Forest. He was unwilling to admit defeat at the hands of a junior like Zhang Ruochen, pondering how to break the formation.
The Dharma form of the Fortune Divine Venerable pressed down from the blood clouds, revealing only a head that was over ten thousand miles in size, exuding a soul-shaking pressure.
Those with lower cultivation trembled inwardly, unable to breathe.
The Dharma form head spoke: "Ruochen, do you know that when you appeared on White Pale Star, the Blood Heaven Tribe and Luozu Cloud Mountain Realm were undergoing earth-shattering changes. Many of those you care about may have already turned to ashes."
In the left eye of the Dharma form head, a green light screen appeared.
On the screen, the tragic scene of the Rakshasa Divine City's destruction was revealed. Billions of Rakshasa elites, including gods, turned into blood mist. The entire starry sky was collapsing, returning to silence.
The divine artifact in this left eye of the Dharma form was none other than the Destiny Temple's Ten Thousand Realms Divine Eye.
Zhang Ruochen naturally felt concern and worry inside, but he was extremely firm, not wavering at all. He said, "Everyone has their own fate. Isn't that what you Destiny Temple cultivators have always believed? But don't think you can predict the future and fully control the situation."
"Just because you shadowy figures think you can steer the course of the universe? The Heavenly Court and Hell are not lacking in rational and intelligent figures. They may have already seen through the heavenly secrets, just waiting for you to jump out and come to our home ground. Otherwise, hiding in the Colorless Realm or some other place would make it troublesome to find you and even more troublesome to deal with you."
In the Heavenly Court universe and Hell Realm, all cultivators, interests, wealth, and resources were laid out in the open, impossible to hide.
But people like the Quantities Emperor, who only sought destruction and welcomed the "Calamity of Quantities," could naturally hide in the shadows without scruple.
This allowed them to advance or retreat freely.
The Dharma form head said, "You underestimate our strength too much. Otherwise, how could the Rakshasa Divine City have been destroyed? Not just the Rakshasa Clan, but the Undying Blood Clan, the Shura Clan, and even the entire Hell Realm will soon fall into disarray. The Ten Clans of Hell will become a thing of the past. The Yellow Spring Star River will cease to exist. An era is about to end."
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Chi Kongle sat on the back of the Mo beast, gazing at the Dharma form head in the sky, muttering to herself, "Has the Rakshasa Divine City really been destroyed? Will the Blood Heaven Tribe follow suit?"
She had spent a long time in the Blood Heaven Tribe. Xue Jue War God, Underworld King, Xue Hou... and many others had treated her very well.
"Definitely not!" Xia Yu continued, "Since Emperor Dust could rush to White Pale Star to rescue the Ice Emperor, he must have foreseen some things in advance. There must be arrangements at the Blood Heaven Tribe."
Facing the pressure of the Quantities Emperor, Yan Ying'er had lost her usual innocence and liveliness, her face pale, but her curiosity remained undiminished. "The ancestor spoke highly of the Quantities Emperor, saying his spiritual power has reached the ninety-second level. Since he is so strong, why doesn't he just strike directly? Why all this talk?"
Xia Yu glanced at her, sighing inwardly. Truly, the little princess of the Yama Clan was fearless.
Xue Tu crawled out from underground, his body covered in wounds, his armor shattered into iron slag. He sat on the ground, gasping heavily. "All this talk? My little ancestor, do you think just anyone is qualified to converse with the Quantities Emperor?"
"The reason the Quantities Emperor is saying so much is that Senior Brother defeated Shang Tian, earning the right to make the Quantities Emperor hesitate to act rashly."
"I'll say just one thing: if Senior Brother is truly pushed to the brink and self-destructs his divine source, what are the chances the Quantities Emperor can stop it? It would be a mutual destruction ending."
"Wubian doesn't have that strength, the Ice Emperor doesn't, and the Hall Master certainly doesn't. Only my Senior Brother, Emperor Dust!"
Xue Tu's face was full of envy. When would he have such a strong backbone, unafraid of any powerhouse in the universe?
Suddenly, Xue Tu heard Xia Yu's surprised voice: "Old Black, how did you get here?"
Old Black? Had that cat-headed immortal bird also come?
Xue Tu turned to look and saw a gaunt old man wrapped in black cloth, looking like a wrapped zongzi, appearing before the Mo beast.
He could tell it was an old man not only because of his hunched, bent body but also because of the sparse strands of white hair hanging from his head.
A pair of blood-red eyes in the gaps of the black cloth were carefully examining the Mo beast. He muttered, "Strange, strange. There really is such a strange divine beast as the Mo in the world. It seems the rumors are true. Excellent!"
Those blood-red eyes were filled with excitement, and then he reached out to touch the Mo's ear.
"Hey, what are you doing? Looking is fine, but why are you touching?" Xue Tu rushed over to stop him, as the smell from the old man's black cloth was too strong, as if it hadn't been washed in years, resembling the stench of a corpse.
The old man reluctantly withdrew, temporarily giving up on touching the Mo beast. He looked up at the Dharma form head in the sky and said loudly, "You are at least half a cultivator of the Undying Blood Clan. How did you degenerate into a Quantities Emperor of the Quantity Organization? Back then, I had high hopes for you. Even if you didn't return to the Undying Blood Clan, staying at the Destiny Temple would have been a promising path!"
Everyone's attention fell on the old man.
After all, in this world, there were very few who dared to speak to the Quantities Emperor in such a tone.
Xue Tu was stunned, staring at Xia Yu, as if to say, "Has this old man always been this bold?"
Xia Yu was also astonished.
Back then, she had received the Undying Token from Xue Jue War God and followed its guidance to White Pale Star to find the Corpse Buryer and train under him.
But she had never found any Corpse Buryer.
For most of the time on White Pale Star, there was only this old man, a cultivator of the Undying Blood Clan, but his cultivation was not considered strong. According to him, he was just a tomb keeper.
Guarding the tombs of the gods of the Undying Blood Clan.
He also said he was about to die and had asked Xue Jue to find a successor. He was unhappy that Xue Jue had just sent a woman over.
Xia Yu was also somewhat displeased. She had come to White Pale Star to cultivate, not to take over as a tomb keeper. That was why she had given him the nickname "Old Black."
The old man didn't seem to care. After getting used to it, he even accepted the name.
Now, it seemed the old man was not simple.
Zhang Ruochen had long suspected this, so he was not surprised.
Why hadn't the Ice Emperor warned Zhang Ruochen that an Indestructible Infinite had arrived at White Pale Star?
It must be because there was a powerhouse on White Pale Star to deal with that Indestructible Infinite. Once the Indestructible Infinite made a move, someone would naturally handle it.
Why had Shang Tian been hiding all along? Clearly, he was also worried about this.
The Quantities Emperor's arrival at White Pale Star was obviously not for the Ice Emperor but for this old man, or rather, the Corpse Buryer.
The Dharma form head's gaze fell on the old man. "So you really haven't died. You can live a long time! How many Heavenly Venerables have you outlived? I remember, a million years ago, you told me your lifespan was almost up, right?"
The old man said, "I'm only holding on by a thread thanks to the White Pale Blood Soil of White Pale Star. If I leave White Pale Star, I'll die immediately. Oh, and there's this shroud of Ancestor Hidden wrapped around me. You know, every generation of Corpse Buryer relies on this shroud to live a few more eons on White Pale Star."
"A few more eons." Xue Tu heard him say this so lightly, his eyes turning red with envy.
If you dare, take it off now. Let me wear it.
Xia Yu, on the other hand, had a face full of black lines. If she became the next Corpse Buryer, would she have to wear this thing?
The old man said, "If I had known you were such a thing, I would never have guided your cultivation back then. Regretful. The pit I dug myself, I still have to fill it myself."
"Look at Zhang Ruochen. Although he, like you, has only half the bloodline of the Undying Blood Clan, he can first use the five cauldrons to protect White Pale Star, even if it means greatly reducing his own combat power and putting himself in danger."
"Zhang Ruochen, no wonder Xue Jue and Xia Huangchao both hold you in high regard. I approve of you, kid! If you ever need it in the future, the Undying Blood Clan will fully support you!"
"Thank you, Senior," Zhang Ruochen said.
The Corpse Buryer's cultivation was probably no weaker than the Undying War God. His words carried extraordinary significance.
The so-called full support likely meant that at a critical moment, the Undying Blood Clan would break away from Hell Realm and join the Sword Realm's camp.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have said that.
Only someone like the Undying War God and him could make such a decision for the Undying Blood Clan.
And the reason he said this was probably because Xue Jue War God and the Ice Emperor had already discussed it with him.
Of course, since they were meeting for the first time, Zhang Ruochen believed that the old man's main reason for doing this was to unite with him to face today's crisis on White Pale Star, to strengthen his resolve not to flee.
Only Zhang Ruochen could hold off Shang Tian, allowing the old man to focus on dealing with the Quantities Emperor.
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