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Chapter 240: Sky-Rending Empress
Zhao Yang took the Golden Handkerchief, his eyes shining with brilliance as he immersed himself in its depths, uncovering the hidden characters concealed within the handkerchief's enchantments.
These characters were incredibly mysterious, even more so than the Crimson Gold Characters Zhao Yang had seen before. They radiated an otherworldly and dazzling power reminiscent of a starry sky, as if they could shatter the heavens and unveil the great secrets of the universe.
Suddenly, layers of mysterious characters flew out from the Golden Handkerchief. Bai Xi, standing beside Zhao Yang, widened her eyes in astonishment. She had never seen such characters or witnessed anything like this before. Even though she knew the Golden Handkerchief was extraordinary and might contain some unparalleled Cultivation Method, she could never have imagined that the characters within it could fly out on their own!
The Mysterious Characters swirled around Zhao Yang, moving as if they were living beings communicating and drawing closer to him. They formed a protective layer around him, flowing gracefully and exuding an extraordinary beauty.
Bai Xi could clearly see each character illuminated around Zhao Yang, arranged in a rhythmic pattern that seemed to correspond to his acupoints. At his life acupoint, a large star circled him like a brilliant moon in the starry sky.
Zhao Yang meticulously read each character. With every character he deciphered, they automatically flew out from the Golden Handkerchief. He was oblivious to everything happening outside; the wondrous phenomena did not disturb his focused pursuit of enlightenment.
These mysterious characters could not be obtained through mere cultivation; they were part of an Ancient Mysterious Spell. Anyone who could read them would gain unparalleled power. Each word and phrase struck at Zhao Yang's heart with the Ultimate Truth of the Dao, perfecting his resolve.
Zhao Yang's eyes became deep and luminous, radiating a faint glow as if he were entranced.
"What’s wrong with you?" Bai Xi asked, noticing Zhao Yang's unsettling expression. She had never witnessed such a scene before.
Gathering her courage, she stepped closer and cautiously extended her hand.
However, a powerful repulsive force pushed her back, forcing Bai Xi to retreat with a pale face.
At that moment, Zhao Yang found himself in a place he had long yearned for. He saw the woman in black again. Zhao Yang couldn't comprehend how long this woman clad in black had been in this dark place or how long she had lived. He also noticed that her feet were bound by chains.
Was she so powerful that she couldn't control herself and thus locked herself away? Or was there someone else involved? From the aura of this woman in black, Zhao Yang sensed that even his master, Sun Wukong, would have a fight on his hands against her. The woman's gaze was profound and distant, as if she could see through time itself and perceive all things in the world.
Not far from her, there flowed a black river, its waters a dark liquid. A strange, enormous black ship glided silently by, emanating a terrifying Dao Power.
A massive black Phantom appeared beside the woman, as if engaged in conversation with her. Behind the woman, an anomaly emerged; in the scene, her palm reached towards the heavens, capable of tearing apart the void with a single strike, causing all to worship and kneel before her.
Countless ancient beings were unearthed from the darkness by the woman in black, each one extinguished with a mere touch. Later, innumerable ancient entities awakened from the shadows and wreaked havoc upon the world, leading to the annihilation of humanity. The woman in black stood alone against them all, slaying each one. Eventually, the colossal Phantom reappeared and battled with her, causing the heavens to collapse and the sun and moon to fall, stars obliterated.
A pair of immense eyes watched from above the universe as the last chain pierced through the void to bind the woman. After that point, Zhao Yang could see no more; his eyes throbbed painfully. At that moment, he found himself once again at a distance from the woman in black. This time was different; he was not standing in the void but on solid ground. Yet he was uncertain of his exact location—there were no lights around him, only starlight.
After a while, the gigantic Phantom departed, leaving only darkness behind.
To Zhao Yang's astonishment, he felt cold.
Yes, an extreme chill enveloped him as if a layer of ice had formed on his body. However, he did not notice that a massive hill lay like a pebble beneath his feet; the stars seemed so close overhead that it felt as if he could reach up and pluck them from the sky.
The woman in black turned to face Zhao Yang. He instinctively recoiled in fear, raising his arms to shield himself from her overwhelming presence. He recalled an experience from when he was just a fledgling cultivator at Myriad Spirit Sect, barely entering the Foundation Establishment Stage; a single glance from this woman had nearly shattered him.
Now, he felt equally unwell and on the verge of collapse.
"You have finally arrived," her voice echoed in Zhao Yang's mind.
Zhao Yang's eyes widened in shock as he tried to confirm that the woman in black was indeed speaking to him.
"I have waited for you for a long time." Another voice resonated within his mind. Stunned into silence, Zhao Yang gazed at this immensely powerful woman capable of shattering the sky with a single blow. To his surprise, he realized they were nearly eye-to-eye; she stood just across from him at a short distance.
Then came a sigh from the woman in black. Although she did not speak aloud, Zhao Yang could see her gaze fixed upon him.
"Unfortunately, you are too weak. If it weren't for my deliberate restraint, a mere glance would be enough to annihilate your Divine Soul," her voice rang out once more.
"Who are you?" Zhao Yang had been pondering this question day and night.
"My name is Tearing the Sky. What you have received is something I left behind, called the Sky Splitting Emperor Scripture. I was originally born in your Cultivation realm, and in fact, the Cultivation realm..."
The voice of the woman in black grew fainter as Zhao Yang realized he could no longer speak. His vast Primordial Spirit was slowly shrinking and fading, about to disappear here. He found that he could no longer hear the woman in black speaking. Anxiously, he shouted, but in the end, he only saw two words from her lips.
"Save me."
Zhao Yang awoke from the darkness, his Primordial Spirit freed from the constraints of the Golden Handkerchief. His eyes were somewhat dazed and filled with sorrow because the woman's final gaze resembled Liu Rou's so much.
Even the strongest cannot contend against heaven. Zhao Yang recalled a story mentioned in One Hundred Thousand Volumes of Books, about a woman of unparalleled talent throughout history who was imprisoned by the Heavenly Emperor at the edge of the universe. That place was the end of the cosmos, where only there could one kill that woman because she was too powerful for anyone to defeat.
Now, Zhao Yang knew the name of this woman in black; she was Tearing the Sky, the Sky-Rending Empress.
He had always thought this was merely an exaggerated tale within the Cultivation realm. Indeed, aside from him, anyone who knew this story believed it to be a myth, all falsehoods. How strong could one person's power be? Strong enough to be unkillable? No one believed it.
Just like how no one believed in the legendary Extraordinary Person who could enter and exit the sun. The internal temperature of the sun reaches several million degrees; even an Ascension Stage cultivator could be completely vaporized in an instant. Even a Supreme Dao Artifact would melt into liquid in a moment and then turn into gas until it vanished. How could anyone freely enter and exit the sun?
No one believed that there existed beings that could not be killed.
Including Zhao Yang.
Yet from his extensive knowledge, Zhao Yang gleaned a useful piece of information: the Sky-Rending Empress was imprisoned at the edge of the universe by an existence of equal rank.
In his previous life, during middle school, Zhao Yang had learned that the universe erupted from a single point and expanded outward approximately 13 billion years ago; this is known as the Big Bang theory. The universe is an invisible space similar to a balloon! It originated from an explosion that created an ever-expanding space driven by dark energy within the universe. Once it reaches its limit, it will slowly contract back down to a primordial point before the Big Bang occurred. The most powerful forces in the universe are those of expansion and contraction.
According to legend, only at the ends of heaven and earth can one kill a woman of unparalleled talent throughout history, and the Sky-Rending Empress being locked away at the distant edge of the universe was meant to utilize the power of cosmic contraction to execute her!
In that moment, Zhao Yang thought of many things. Countless pieces of knowledge surged through his mind as he analyzed what he knew. Although there were still many things he did not understand, he could guess quite a bit. There existed beings in the world that he looked up to, and right now, he felt too weak—perhaps "insignificant" would be a more fitting term.
As the Tearing the Sky Empress conversed with the enormous Phantom, various scenes appeared behind her. Zhao Yang thought that it must have been the Sky-Rending Empress who intentionally showed him these visions, and his presence there was certainly orchestrated by the woman from Tearing the Sky.
The Sky-Rending Empress had asked Zhao Yang to save her, which meant she must have sensed a threat of death or felt the overwhelming loneliness and darkness at the edge of the universe. In any case, no one could resist the force of cosmic contraction; that was beyond doubt.
However, she said Zhao Yang was too weak. She also mentioned that she had once been born in the same Cultivation realm as Zhao Yang and spoke about what the Cultivation realm truly was.
From her words, Zhao Yang gleaned another piece of information: when discussing the Cultivation realm, the Sky-Rending Empress used "actually," indicating a turning point in her statement. This suggested that the Cultivation realm was not what everyone imagined or perceived it to be.
Even if Zhao Yang racked his brain, he could not comprehend this notion—if the Cultivation realm was not truly the Cultivation realm, then what could it be?
A sphere? An ant? Or perhaps it was merely a dream?
Clearly, that was impossible.
As Zhao Yang awoke from his confusion, the brilliance around him faded, and the strange phenomena dissipated. He held a golden handkerchief in his hand, still frozen in the motion of receiving it from Bai Xi.
Bai Xi stood at the door, looking at Zhao Yang with a puzzled and strange expression. She asked, "Are you alright?"
Zhao Yang met her gaze with determination and replied, "I'm fine."
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