Chapter 3885: Fanning Reappears
Only after Zhang Ruochen and Feng Tian’s auras had completely vanished from Fengdu Ghost City did the Black and White Daoist finally breathe a secret sigh of relief, then snorted, “Feng Caiyi is ambitious. I thought it would take some effort to force her away, but unexpectedly, the process was much simpler than I, the Old Man, had anticipated.”
He Qing’s voice was clear, saying, “Since the Ghost Clan has given birth to a new Indestructible Infinite, naturally there’s no need for outsiders to meddle.”
Zhou Qi Ghost Emperor’s face always carried a hint of worry, saying, “The strange blood spring in Wuchang Ghost City remains a blade hanging over the heads of all cultivators in the Santu River region. Once the city falls, the consequences are unimaginable.”
Yang Yun Ghost Emperor said with a slightly profound tone, “Void Heaven and Feng Tian should be taking Wuchang Ghost City away, right?”
“Who would dare?” On the Black and White Daoist’s massive ghostly body, many black and white electric sparks appeared. “Wuchang Ghost City is the Ghost Clan’s second greatest divine city. Without this Clan Leader’s permission, who dares to take it away?”
“Gentlemen, you must understand that although the strange blood spring in Wuchang Ghost City is a taboo, it is also a supreme treasure. It is very likely the blood of an Immortal!”
“For the Ghost Clan, this blood may not be of great value. But other cultivators are certainly very interested in it. It’s just that before, with Feng Caiyi occupying it, the other Heavenly Kings of the Hell Realm dared not covet it.”
“I, the Old Man, have prepared two measures. First, I will try to use the fire source of the Black and White Yin-Yang Divine Flame to refine the strange power in the blood spring. Once successful, with this domain full of immortal blood, the gods of the Hell Realm will surely swarm here to beg for it.”
Zhou Qi Ghost Emperor and Yang Yun Ghost Emperor expressed no opinion on this.
If the strange blood spring were so easy to refine, Feng Tian would have done it long ago. How could she have waited until now?
Feng Tian’s cultivation was still above the Black and White Daoist’s.
The Black and White Daoist continued, “If it cannot be refined, I, the Old Man, will first go to invite Qingtian to help arrange a protective grand formation. Then, I will rebuild the Space-Time Altar to welcome the Great Emperor back. With the Great Emperor’s supreme cultivation, he will surely be able to refine the strange power in the blood spring.”
Zhou Qi Ghost Emperor and Yang Yun Ghost Emperor said in unison, “Since the Clan Leader already has a foolproof plan, we will naturally do our best to assist.”
The Black and White Daoist nodded with satisfaction, feeling a sense of pride.
An eon ago, had these two Ghost Emperors ever taken him, this Clan Leader, seriously?
But once his cultivation reached Indestructible Infinite, everything was different!
A single realm’s difference was the difference between heaven and earth.
Suddenly, He Qing sensed something, his expression changing, and said, “Master Teacher, that Zhang Ruochen… no, it’s Void Heaven. He has taken the White Impermanence Divine Hall away!”
The Black and White Daoist remained calm and composed, saying, “Just a divine hall. Let him take it.”
“But, the various secret treasures, resources, and foundations that Han Ye and I brought out from Wuchang Ghost City are all stored in the White Impermanence Divine Hall, including the fire source of the Black and White Yin-Yang Divine Flame,” He Qing said.
The Black and White Daoist’s eyes blazed with sharp light, and he cursed loudly, “Shameless to the extreme! How is this different from a bandit?”
“Whoosh!”
The Black and White Daoist transformed into two intertwined black and white lightning bolts, shooting out of the Ghost God Hall, then flying out of Fengdu Ghost City, heading straight for the Santu River region beneath the World Tree.
“Void Fengjin, stop right there!”
The vast divine sound, like a thunderclap, came towards Zhang Ruochen, who was driving the White Impermanence Divine Hall and preparing to leave.
On the Santu River, Zhang Ruochen stood atop the White Impermanence Divine Hall, gazing at the black and white violent lightning in the void, and laughed heartily with Void Heaven’s voice, “Yin-Yang Ghost, I, the Old Man, promised to leave, so I will definitely leave. No need to see me off!”
“Leave the White Impermanence Divine Hall!”
The black and white lightning charged to within ten thousand miles of the White Impermanence Divine Hall, recondensing into human form. Swinging his arm, he struck out, and a Taiji imprint flew from his palm.
“The White Impermanence Divine Hall is something I, the Old Man, borrowed from He Qing. What does it have to do with you? Want to fight? Bring it on!”
Zhang Ruochen did not dare to be careless. Spreading his arms, countless Fate Rules surged out, condensing into a Gate of Destiny before him.
“Bang!”
The palm struck the Gate of Destiny, and then, dense sword qi flew out, startling the Black and White Daoist into immediately switching from offense to defense. The Taiji imprint in his palm turned into a shield, spinning continuously to block the overwhelming sword qi.
The Black and White Daoist was sent flying back tens of thousands of miles. By the time all the sword qi dissipated, where was the trace of Void Heaven and the White Impermanence Divine Hall?
Even using his Indestructible Infinite level divine soul, he could sense nothing.
“Could it really be that old ghost, Void Heaven?”
The Black and White Daoist had struck so decisively earlier precisely to test Zhang Ruochen’s true identity.
He had studied Zhang Ruochen’s strength. His greatest trump cards were the Emperor Talisman and the Immortal’s palm. His true cultivation had definitely not reached Indestructible Infinite.
Without using these two trump cards, even if Zhang Ruochen had the potential of an Ancestor, he would not be able to easily withstand a full-force strike from an Indestructible Infinite.
But just now…
If it were that old ghost, Void Heaven, there would be no need to use both the Way of Fate and Sword Dao at the same time.
If it were Zhang Ruochen, could he have so easily blocked his strike?
…
Outside Wuchang Ghost City, all cultivators were alarmed.
Gong Nanfeng found Xue Tu and mysteriously transmitted his voice, asking, “That Void Heaven, is that Chen?”
Xue Tu nodded solemnly.
Gong Nanfeng asked, “What exactly happened? How did Chen leave? Did Feng Tian also leave? Did you go to the White Impermanence Divine Hall earlier to see them?”
“This Emperor will tell you slowly.”
Xue Tu took out the Celestial Pivot Needle and said, “Master Teacher and Senior Brother left us an important task, asking us to find that white-haired skeleton.”
“That white-haired skeleton is definitely no ordinary figure. Even if we find him, with our cultivation, we can’t capture him. Could it be that Chen and Feng Tian haven’t left at all?”
Gong Nanfeng reached out to take the Celestial Pivot Needle, but Xue Tu immediately put it away.
“Senior Brother’s meaning is that once we find a clue, we should go and inform Zhou Qi Ghost Emperor, and let the Ghost Clan handle it. Senior Brother and Master Teacher have already gone to the Abyss of Darkness to assist Nutian Shenzun!” Xue Tu said.
After separating from Xue Tu, Gong Nanfeng immediately went to the Black Impermanence Divine Hall, only to find that the Ten Thousand Buddha Forest had already been taken away. A smile couldn’t help but appear on his face, and he muttered to himself, “Taking everyone away, but leaving me and the Celestial Pivot Needle behind… Has he already started to suspect? Where exactly did the flaw leak? Could it be him…”
Gong Nanfeng thought of that fake white-haired skeleton.
…
In the Void World, a divine ship wrapped in talisman patterns was speeding forward.
The White Impermanence Divine Hall sat atop the divine ship.
Zhang Ruochen had transformed back into his original form, looking at Xiao Hei and Cang Jue, and said, “Speak. How did the two of you end up together in Wuchang Ghost City?”
Xiao Hei said indignantly, “It’s all because of the trouble you caused, but this Emperor suffered the disaster, a completely undeserved calamity. That day, this Emperor was in an excellent mood, driving the divine ship, roaming the starry sky, drinking fine wine, listening to dance music, when suddenly a group of people attacked, shouting and killing. Who did this Emperor provoke? This Emperor didn’t provoke anyone!”
Zhang Ruochen couldn’t be bothered to listen to his nonsense. He looked at Cang Jue and said, “You speak.”
Cang Jue said, “It’s the Primordial Path Clan’s Clan Emperor. She wants to see you, about a very important matter.”
“Yuan Sheng?”
Zhang Ruochen was slightly surprised.
Xiao Hei slammed the table and stood up, saying, “It’s her! She took half of my divine soul, stole my divine ship, and subjected me to all kinds of violence. Did this Emperor provoke her or owe her? And she’s actually a Clan Emperor… What, she’s one of the twelve Clan Emperors of the Primordial Clans in the Abyss of Darkness?”
Xiao Hei was like a deflated ball, losing all courage for revenge, and then said, “Zhang Ruochen, you have to help this Emperor get justice! By the way, you even gave her the Flame God Armor. Is she friend or foe?”
On the divine ship, Mu Lingxi and Bore both revealed strange expressions.
Zhang Ruochen said, “It was taken from me.”
“Even you are no match for her?” Xiao Hei exclaimed in shock.
“She is a Clan Emperor, the emperor of a clan.”
Zhang Ruochen deeply understood that for Yuan Sheng, a Clan Emperor, to risk entering the Yellow Spring Star River to come find him, it must be for a truly major matter.
At the same time, Zhang Ruochen also wanted to use her identity as a Primordial Being royal clan member to verify the situation of the twelve stone men.
“Where is Yuan Sheng? Take me to see her.”
…
Under Xiao Hei and Cang Jue’s guidance, Zhang Ruochen crossed tens of billions of miles and, at another section of the Santu River, saw the “Stone” character flag ship docked at the shore.
He brought no one else, as the relationship between the Hell Realm and the Primordial Beings was exceptionally tense.
Especially Feng Tian. With her personality, she would never let Yuan Sheng and the others leave alive.
Earlier on the divine ship, Zhang Ruochen had deliberately released a spiritual power field, precisely to prevent the matter of the Primordial Beings from being known by Feng Tian.
Boarding the divine ship, Zhang Ruochen immediately sensed something was wrong, feeling an indistinct, familiar aura, extremely dangerous.
But by now, it was too late to retreat.
On the divine ship, all the lamps were extinguished, pitch black and without light.
Only the starlight from outside the heavens cast a faint glow, outlining the contours of the corridors, railings, doors, and windows.
In the wind, the war flags rustled, and the lanterns swayed in the breeze. The water waves continuously pounded the ship, emitting a dull roar, and the wooden planks beneath their feet trembled slightly.
Xiao Hei and Cang Jue sensed nothing unusual. After all, in their view, Yuan Sheng and the others must have concealed their auras, hiding in the darkness.
In the Hell Realm, Primordial Beings naturally had to be cautious.
“Where are the people? Come out! The Imperial Dust has arrived, why aren’t you coming out to welcome him?” Xiao Hei called out loudly.
Zhang Ruochen suddenly pressed down on Xiao Hei’s shoulder.
Under Xiao Hei’s astonished expression, a surge of spiritual power erupted from Zhang Ruochen’s body, stirring up a spatial storm, intending to teleport him away first. But just as Xiao Hei flew out, before he could leave the ship, he crashed into an invisible light barrier, let out a miserable cry, and fainted.
“So, I really can’t escape?” Zhang Ruochen sighed inwardly.
A serene, pleasing voice came from the direction of the end of the deck: “Since you’re here, come over. Are you that afraid of me?”
Hearing this voice, Zhang Ruochen abandoned all wishful thinking, a bitter smile appearing on his face.
“Just stay here.”
Having given this order to Cang Jue, Zhang Ruochen walked along the corridor all the way to the end of the deck.
This was the stern of the ship, with a wide view, allowing one to see the clusters of ghost fires on the boundless Santu River.
Near the railing stood a white-clad woman with an exquisite figure, her long hair reaching her waist, her back to Zhang Ruochen, as if gazing at the towering mountains in the distant mist. She released no power or aura, but Zhang Ruochen still felt a suffocating pressure.
Because she was none other than Qishier Pin Lian, or rather, Kong Fanning.