Chapter 799: Hao Chuan Wu Chang
A white-haired old man in a blue long robe, riding a goat as large as an elephant, crossed a distance of several hundred miles and was the first to rush to the entrance of the Fallen God Tomb Forest.
This old man's background was extremely astonishing. He was the patriarch of a sacred clan, four hundred years old, and a figure of great renown in the Eastern Domain.
"Boom!"
However, at the entrance, the old patriarch was struck by a strange force. He failed to break through and was instead sent flying backward.
Seeing this, the cultivators who had intended to charge into the Fallen God Tomb Forest all stopped.
"What's going on?"
"Isn't the power of the Fallen God Tomb Forest supposed to suppress the undead and prevent them from escaping? Now it's the opposite... living beings can't enter instead."
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Zhang Ruochen and Hanxue also stopped, hiding not far from the entrance of the Fallen God Tomb Forest.
Zhang Ruochen stared at the old man riding the hundred-spirit sheep and quickly guessed his identity, muttering, "This person should be the patriarch of the Tao Sacred Clan."
"The Tao Sacred Clan is one of the dozen or so sacred clans in the Fallen God Mountain Range, with a history of several thousand years. Such a major event in the Fallen God Mountain Range must have alarmed them. It's no surprise that the Tao Sacred Clan's patriarch appears here."
Hanxue asked, "Master, what is the Tao Sacred Clan's patriarch doing here?"
"This place is called the Fallen God Tomb Forest, a relic from the Middle Ages. It used to be an extremely dangerous forbidden zone—once you entered, you couldn't escape."
"But now, most of the undead in the Fallen God Tomb Forest have come out to attack the Liangyi Sect. Therefore, the danger level of the Fallen God Tomb Forest has decreased."
"Surely, it's because there are extraordinary treasures inside the Fallen God Tomb Forest that these people are being drawn here."
"Rumor has it that the old patriarch of the Tao Sacred Clan has only a few years of life left. I suspect that, with his end approaching, he had no choice but to come to the Fallen God Tomb Forest seeking an opportunity to extend his life," Zhang Ruochen analyzed.
The old patriarch of the Tao Sacred Clan emitted an immensely surging sacred qi. His white hair seemed to transform into thousands of blades, swiftly swaying in the air, producing a sound like swords and sabers cutting through the wind.
"I have lived for four hundred and seventeen years, my cultivation has reached the sacred realm. I refuse to believe I cannot break through a ghost king's seal. The ghost kings of the Fallen God Tomb Forest, the more you don't want outsiders to enter, the more it proves that there must be a resurrection divine medicine inside."
The old patriarch of the Tao Sacred Clan widened his sacred eyes, mobilized his sacred dao rules, and struck the void with a palm.
In front of the old patriarch, a layer of black light curtain appeared, connecting the sky and the earth, firmly blocking him outside.
At the point where his palm struck, the black light curtain sank inward, forming a rapidly spinning vortex.
"Resurrection divine medicine?"
Hearing the old patriarch's words, Zhang Ruochen showed a surprised expression.
In the Kunlun Realm, there have always been legends of "resurrection medicine" and "immortality medicine." However, even during the Middle Ages, when the gods still existed, these medicines were extremely rare, appearing only occasionally. And every time they appeared, it was just a rumor—no one had ever truly seen them.
How did the old patriarch of the Tao Sacred Clan know that the Fallen God Tomb Forest had a resurrection divine medicine?
Just then, a slender figure took advantage of the chaos to rush to the bottom of the black light curtain. Taking a step forward, she actually crossed through and disappeared.
Immediately after, a dozen or so figures crossed the black light curtain and charged into the Fallen God Tomb Forest.
One of them sent out a message: "When attacked by a sacred being, the ghost king's seal weakens, allowing cultivators below the sacred realm to enter."
Hearing this news, the half-saints and fish-dragon realm cultivators hiding in the shadows all activated their movement techniques and rushed toward the black light curtain.
Zhang Ruochen and Hanxue naturally crossed the black light curtain at the first opportunity, entering the interior of the Fallen God Tomb Forest.
Behind them came a miserable scream, echoing across the entire area.
The originally black soil on the ground quickly turned blood-red. Zhang Ruochen looked back and saw that the old patriarch of the Tao Sacred Clan had been pinned to the ground by the beautiful female ghost king in the blood-red robe.
The female ghost king's eyes were icy cold, devoid of any human emotion. Her five slender fingers directly pierced the top of the old patriarch's head, extracting a sacred soul.
The old patriarch of the Tao Sacred Clan ultimately fell, his body collapsing limply to the ground.
"Sizzle!"
The female ghost king clasped her hands together, using ghost fire to refine the sacred soul into a snow-white pill. She pinched it between two slender fingers and swallowed it.
Every movement she made was incredibly elegant, full of beauty.
"A powerful patriarch, fallen just like that, even his sacred soul taken away."
Zhang Ruochen felt his scalp tingle, his heart pounding incessantly.
That was a sacred being, an old monster who had lived for centuries, whose cultivation was countless times stronger than Zhang Ruochen's. He hadn't even entered the Fallen God Tomb Forest before meeting a violent death—how could that not be terrifying?
Suddenly, the female ghost king turned around and stared in the direction of the interior of the Fallen God Tomb Forest. Her pupils shot out two beams like sharp swords, striking toward Zhang Ruochen and another direction.
At that moment, Zhang Ruochen felt an extreme sense of danger. Every hair on his body stood on end. He immediately grabbed Hanxue and used space displacement to dodge.
"Bang!"
The other beam struck a half-saint of the Undying Blood Clan, shattering him into a cloud of blood mist.
Zhang Ruochen rushed to the side of the blood mist, used the Wish-Fulfilling Vase to collect a ball of half-saint light into the bottle, and then quickly fled deeper into the Fallen God Tomb Forest.
Because of the layer of ghost king seal, the female ghost king did not detect the spatial fluctuation.
However, she let out a soft sound of surprise, clearly not expecting that a young human could evade her attack.
"Hao Chuan Wu Chang," the female ghost king said.
Immediately, a black ghost qi emerged from the undead army, condensing into a human form. Wearing a black robe and riding a massive soul beast resembling a crocodile, he appeared before the female ghost king.
"Greetings, Ghost King."
Hao Chuan Wu Chang jumped down from the soul beast's back, kneeling on one knee before the female ghost king.
The female ghost king said, "You will lead ten Wu Changs and immediately return to the underworld. You must eliminate all the humans and barbarian beasts that have broken in."
"Understood."
Hao Chuan Wu Chang remounted the soul beast, selected ten Wu Changs, and charged into the Fallen God Tomb Forest to pursue Zhang Ruochen and the others.
The Golden Armored Lion Beast attacked again, continuing its battle with the female ghost king. The shockwaves from their fight engulfed an area of several hundred miles.
At the same time, other cultivators hiding nearby took the opportunity to rush into the Fallen God Tomb Forest.
Inside the Fallen God Tomb Forest, it was far from peaceful. Endless streams of undead continued to pour out, attacking any living being they encountered.
One such army of ghost soldiers attacked Zhang Ruochen and Hanxue.
"Dragon-Elephant Tribulation."
Zhang Ruochen gathered his palm power, sending dozens of lightning bolts from his palm, unleashing the sixth stance of the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Palm, shattering the ghostly bodies of a large group of ghost soldiers.
"Whoosh!"
Hanxue also activated the Void Sword, swinging it to release a vast wave of sword qi, annihilating the remaining ghost soldiers.
Not far from them, a young man in his twenties stood beside a tombstone, also besieged by a group of undead.
This young man had a somewhat sallow complexion, a tall, thin build, wore a yellow robe, and had a hood over his head. Facing the siege of hundreds of undead, he remained expressionless.
"Burning Refining Hell."
Between the young man's two fingers, he held a yellow talisman and struck it against the ground. The talisman exploded, turning into a sea of fire dozens of feet in diameter.
In an instant, all the undead were burned into ghost mist.
Hanxue blinked, staring at the young man, and said, "Such powerful paper."
"It's not paper; it's a talisman."
Zhang Ruochen added, "In the Eastern Domain, there are very few cultivators who practice talisman arts. However, in the Central Domain, there are some ancient clans that are highly proficient in talisman arts. Some of the more powerful figures are called talisman masters."
The young man's ears twitched, as if he had heard Zhang Ruochen and Hanxue's conversation. He glanced at them with a wary expression.
Then, he quickly retreated, putting distance between himself and Zhang Ruochen and Hanxue.
"Whoosh!"
A chilling, icy wind blew from behind, sweeping through the Fallen God Tomb Forest, stirring up sand and stones.
"Any living being that has entered the Fallen God Tomb Forest will be killed without mercy." A deep, gloomy voice came from the wind.
Zhang Ruochen looked back and saw a black-robed man with a solid ghost body, riding a massive soul beast, charging straight toward him and Hanxue.
The soul beast's body was dozens of meters long, like a giant black lizard with two blood-red eyes, running faster than many half-saints.
The black-robed man was Hao Chuan Wu Chang, sent by the female ghost king.
Behind Hao Chuan Wu Chang were ten other Wu Changs. They did not pursue Zhang Ruochen and Hanxue but instead headed in ten different directions to hunt down others.
"Run!"
Zhang Ruochen's face darkened. He immediately grabbed Hanxue's wrist, activated the power of the Meteor Invisibility Cloak, and fled forward at high speed.
Now, Zhang Ruochen's cultivation was comparable to a peak second-rank half-saint, and his speed was already astonishing.
The Meteor Invisibility Cloak could double his speed, so in terms of pure speed, even a seventh-rank half-saint might not catch up to Zhang Ruochen.
The young man from earlier was also being pursued by Hao Chuan Wu Chang.
He immediately took out two green talismans and stuck them to his legs.
"Wind-Fire Wuji."
Immediately, a powerful wind-fire aura emanated from between his legs, condensing into two green flame vortices, as if he were stepping on wind-fire wheels, turning into a green streak of light and shooting forward.
The young man's speed was not inferior to Zhang Ruochen's.