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When the Divine Monkey left, the Old God General felt it too. However, he remained asleep deep within the palace and did not emerge. Now, with the Central Sovereign's life force calling him forth, he broke through the palace to see what was happening.
Almost everyone was dead. A White-Haired Woman was about to kill a person clad in a Purple Gold Imperial Robe. Scattered Crimson Lotuses lay on the ground, some of them with a tragic beauty. It was clear that the one who had awakened him was none other than the Central Sovereign, dressed in a Purple Gold Battle Robe.
The Old Master sensed how terrifying the cultivation of this White-Haired Woman was; she had single-handedly defeated all members of the royal family, leaving corpses strewn everywhere, some piled into small hills.
On the ground were fragments of Golden Battle Armor, which only Divine Generals were qualified to wear. All Ten Divine Generals had been slain by this woman.
The Old God General was truly old; he walked unsteadily. Yet with a gentle wave of his hand, he separated the Consort of Rain from the Central Sovereign. As he raised his hand, he grasped the Supreme Dao Power, intending to eliminate the woman before him. She was severely injured; otherwise, he could sense that with his cultivation level, he would at most be evenly matched against her.
"Wait! I beg the Old God General not to kill her! I plead with the Central Sovereign not to kill him! I am willing to exchange my life for hers!" A voice called out as a Divine General clad in Golden Battle Armor approached. His name was Mo Yu, the youngest among the Twelve Divine Generals, yet his cultivation had already reached Great Perfection of the Mahayana Stage.
Mo Yu knelt on the ground, pleading for the Consort of Rain. The Central Sovereign angrily retorted, "Your life for hers? Do you think you are worthy?"
The reason the Central Sovereign had not allowed Mo Yu to participate in this action was precisely because Mo Yu had received favors from the Consort of Rain. He feared there might be complications; this detail had not escaped his calculations.
Seeing Mo Yu's brand-new Golden Battle Armor, the Old God General asked, "Why?"
Mo Yu replied, "The Consort of Rain saved my life."
A life-saving grace exchanged for a life.
The Old God General hesitated. He looked at the indifferent Central Sovereign beside him, who coldly commanded, "Kill."
With a sigh, the Old God General said, "Step aside. I have waited five hundred years just to conclude today's calamity."
With trouble befalling the Central State Royal Family, the Old God General had been ordered to ensure their prosperity. He felt a sense of sorrow for awakening too late; he was simply too old now. His body was no longer what it used to be—he was already a thousand years old. All his former relatives and friends had passed away; only he remained.
With just a gentle wave of his hand, Mo Yu was swept away like a fallen leaf and pinned in place at a distance, unable to move. He was simply too powerful; Mo Yu had no chance at all.
The Old God General looked at the Consort of Rain, who lay on the ground, and asked, "Is there anything else you wish to say?"
Even though she was his enemy, there was a respect between two masters.
The Consort of Rain remained silent, taking out the Dream Orchid from her sleeve and trembling as she held it to her chest. She slowly closed her eyes, knowing that facing another master like herself, she could not escape in her injured state.
However, a strange sound reached the ears of the Old Master.
“Chirp Chirp,” came a soft whimper. The Little Beast woke up from Zhao Yang's embrace. Like a small baby, it crawled to Zhao Yang's hand, its tiny furry hands shaking his fingers.
“Wuwu.” This was the second sound the Little Beast had learned—crying.
It had woken up from its sleep in Zhao Yang's arms upon hearing the commotion but felt no heartbeat or warm breath from him, nor did it sense any powerful life force emanating.
“Wuwu.” The Little Beast cried as it climbed up Zhao Yang's arm to his shoulder, its adorable little face pressed against Zhao Yang's delicate and pale features, tears streaming down its cheeks.
“Quack!” Another strange cry sounded out, accompanied by violent shaking that made the ground tremble.
The Giant Toad appeared in the distance, hopping towards the Little Beast and saying, “Quack.”
It seemed to be offering comfort to the Little Beast.
“Wuwu.” The Little Beast seemed to cry even harder now, its crystalline tears rolling down Zhao Yang's face and pooling in the crook of his neck like a sorrowful child.
Suddenly, the Giant Toad extended its tongue and swallowed the Consort of Rain whole. The Central Sovereign's eyes widened in shock as he tried to intervene, but the Old God General stopped him.
The Old God General bowed respectfully to the Giant Toad and said, “I pay my respects to Xuanbing Buddha.”
Central Sovereign frowned, and Mo Yu was equally perplexed.
On the head of the Giant Toad, a child's figure faintly materialized, his face shifting between aged and youthful, constantly changing. Yet at that moment, he smiled slightly and nodded at Old God General.
"Consort of Rain is gravely injured; she is an old acquaintance of mine. All of this stems from Zhao Yang, who is now dead. His grievances with the royal family are settled, and I will not pursue them further. I spare you this time; I hope you will take care of yourselves."
Such words coming from a child seemed absurd, igniting Central Sovereign's anger, but Old God General restrained him.
He only mentioned one name.
Mystic Warrior.
Cold sweat dripped down Central Sovereign's back. Just moments ago, when he heard Old God General refer to Giant Toad as "Xuanbing Buddha," he had not grasped its significance. Now, hearing the name "Mystic Warrior," he suddenly recalled that this name ranked first on the royal family's historical extermination list.
He did not know how long the name Mystic Warrior had existed—perhaps five hundred years, perhaps a thousand—but he knew it predated Consort of Rain. Could that child-like figure truly be the legendary Mystic Warrior?
And Xuanbing Buddha?
His speech seemed to carry a natural resonance, as if multiple voices were merging into one. Moreover, his face kept changing—what could this mean?
Old God General had already reached Transcendence Stage Great Perfection; he was undoubtedly the strongest combat power in the cultivation world. He treated Mystic Warrior with utmost respect, even sparing Consort of Rain, who posed a threat to the dynasty, simply because she was an old acquaintance of this child? Was that child at Ascension Stage?
Central Sovereign could not comprehend it. According to the information he had gathered over the years, wasn’t it said that Mystic Warrior was likely the force behind Xuanfo Temple? Why would it manifest as a child?
The Mystic Warrior seated atop Giant Toad gazed down at Xuanfo Temple and the Four Divine Monks, looking at Song Baliang, Zhao Yang, Liu Rou, Nangong Wuxin, and Scholar Xiu. Without any movement from him, these individuals suddenly flew into the air and hovered around him; in the next moment, they all vanished.
Even the Giant Toad beneath him disappeared as well.
Central Sovereign let out a frenzied roar, having expended the strength of an entire nation to eliminate the people of Xuanfo Temple, to kill Consort of Rain. Countless generals had fallen, including ten of the national protectors, Divine Generals. He even summoned the ancient Old God General, who had lived for a thousand years. Yet in the end, all his efforts were thwarted by a person named Mystic Warrior, who managed to rescue them. How could he not be furious?
Central Sovereign wanted to explode with anger, but faced with this national protector Divine General, who had assisted four generations of Central Sovereigns, he dared not scold him.
The royal family's all-out battle shocked the world. Everyone knew that Central Sovereign aimed to unify the Zhongzhou Continent, bringing all cultivators under his rule. Thus, he held the Central Plains Ten Thousand Laws Conference, along with the once-in-five-hundred-years Extreme Competition. The top ten would receive the legendary Cosmic Bag and a pill that could extend a cultivator's life by fifty years, the Supreme Great Rejuvenation Pill.
But at this moment, none of that mattered.
Because Central Sovereign had ignited war.
After the battle at Heavenly Mechanism Mountain, Zhao Yang rose to fame overnight. People realized that the war waged by Central Sovereign against the entire royal family was likely aimed at killing this young man.
The boy named Zhao Yang possessed divine abilities that could turn others into sheep, wielded Power Rules, and had an immense Primordial Spirit. His displayed combat prowess and potential terrified Central Sovereign, breaking records that had stood for ages. The entire royal family wanted him dead.
He had even defeated the so-called number one genius in the world, known as Heaven's Path.
Heaven's Path was also a youth, possessing the Myriad Paths Body and practicing the Myriad Paths of Power. Rumors circulated that he also cultivated the elusive Devouring Heaven Demon Technique. However, many were unaware of what this technique entailed; they only knew that in the end, Heaven's Path was defeated by a boy named Zhao Yang.
Then came that earth-shattering battle, where the Buddhist Sect and the Four Great Monks risked their lives to save their disciple, ultimately sacrificing themselves.
The brutal extermination policy of Central Sovereign finally provoked the mightiest combatant in Zhongzhou, Consort of Rain. With her singular strength, she annihilated everyone from the Central State Royal Family involved in that battle. The Ten Divine Generals were wiped out, unable to withstand even three moves from her.
In the end of that battle, no one knew what happened. Some said that Consort of Rain had died; others claimed she survived.
But they all knew that the strongest genius, Zhao Yang, was dead.
At Xuanfo Temple, Consort of Rain lay quietly on a soft couch in a secluded area behind the temple. Her aged face, withered white hair, and tightly furrowed brows indicated that her condition was far from good.
In front of the Consort of Rain, a Giant Toad was slowly blowing a certain gas towards her. As the gas reached people's faces, some old skin would gradually dry out, crack, and eventually fall off.
Not far away, in another woodshed, several monks were adding firewood to the Four Cauldrons. Some disciples were also throwing various herbs into the pots in the order given by their leader.
The Four Cauldrons contained the Four Great Monks, and the elixirs held by some disciples were aged medicines that were hard to find. At this moment, they were all being used to heal the Four Divine Monks.
Meanwhile, Song Baliang and Nangong Wuxin lay in a Medicine Pool, surrounded by mist that wafted the fragrance of medicinal liquid.
As for Liu Rou and Scholar Xiu, who had not suffered any fatal injuries, they sat on the bed where Zhao Yang was sleeping, their eyes filled with sorrow.
Equally sorrowful was Long Xiao Wu, who had already awakened but appeared pale.
The one crying the hardest was Little Beast, who was sobbing on Zhao Yang's body.
On the back mountain of Xuanfo Temple, a woman dressed in black said to the child-like Mystic Warrior, "I have brought the Lunar Snow Lotus; I will leave Qingxue to you."
The Mystic Warrior did not respond or open his eyes.
The abbot of Xuanfo Temple assured her, "Please rest assured, Ice Snow Consort; Yu Qingsnow will be safe here at Xuanfo Temple."
Behind him, seated within a giant snow lotus, Yu Qingsnow sat gracefully, surrounded by auspicious mist. She closed her eyes, radiating purity and tranquility.
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