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The Consort of Rain and the Central Sovereign were locked in a fierce battle thousands of miles away. Wherever they fought, mountains crumbled, rivers ran dry, and vegetation was obliterated. In some areas, deep chasms reaching hundreds of meters appeared. Powerful beasts and reclusive masters of cultivation were unable to escape the devastation caused by their clash, meeting untimely deaths.
As Zhao Yang traveled through the destruction, he saw many fragments of Crimson Silk and remnants of golden armor. It was clear that the battle between the Consort of Rain and the Central Sovereign had escalated to a critical point, with both sides unleashing their full power, each strike aimed to kill without holding back.
One was known as the greatest wonder of all time, the Consort of Rain, who had never been defeated and was revered in the cultivation world. The other was the Central Sovereign, a figure embodying the cultivation prowess of all past emperors of the Zhongzhou Dynasty. His strength was unparalleled in history for someone of his realm, and he possessed the precious Jade Purity Vase, allowing him to endlessly output True Qi without concern for depletion.
When Zhao Yang arrived, he saw that the Consort of Rain was already exhausted and clearly at a disadvantage. Her hair was somewhat disheveled, yet her gaze remained calm and unwavering. Despite her fatigue and multiple injuries, she said nothing throughout the ordeal.
The Central Sovereign's Nine Turns of Infinite Power trapped the Consort of Rain within its grasp. As chaos ensued and everything around them was destroyed, her Crimson Silk was completely shredded. Ultimately, under the relentless assault from the Central Sovereign, her True Qi was depleted, leaving her unable to defend herself.
Just as it seemed that the life of the Consort of Rain would come to an end, Zhao Yang tore through the void to stand before her. The Central Sovereign's overwhelming Nine Turns of Infinite Power was difficult even for the Consort of Rain to withstand; how could Zhao Yang, whose cultivation was only at the Great Completion stage, hope to survive?
But one must not forget that Zhao Yang was the Rebel Son who possessed the Transform into Sheep Technique.
"Transform you into a sheep!"
Even a True Immortal would be turned into a sheep for three seconds by Sun Wukong's Seventy-Third Transformation. Zhao Yang had been waiting for this opportunity. The Central Sovereign finally lost patience during his repeated clashes with the Consort of Rain and only thought about killing Zhao Yang!
"Baa~" The Central Sovereign realized something was wrong. He immediately attempted to escape to avoid being transformed into a sheep for those crucial seconds but found himself moving sluggishly, unable to take a single step!
Zhao Yang had finally found a perfect opportunity to turn the Central Sovereign into a sheep; he would not make such a low-level mistake again. Now, in the entire cultivation world, his Divine Sense reached its peak. Blocking space relied not on cultivation level but on Divine Sense itself; what was known as realm suppression was actually led by Divine Sense and had little relation to cultivation level.
The Central Sovereign's cultivation level was at Transcendence Stage Great Perfection. Coupled with his extraordinary talent, he likely possessed strength a hundred times greater than an ordinary cultivator just entering the Tribulation Period. A Tribulation Period cultivator's strength is already a hundred times that of someone at Great Completion stage; they should have been worlds apart in power. However, Zhao Yang was the Rebel Son with an incredibly complex Spiritual Root consisting of hundreds—an original Chaotic Root. The Central Sovereign's strength being merely a hundred times that of Zhao Yang's was already impressive; despite having divine abilities himself, it wasn't enough against Zhao Yang.
Due to various reasons over time, Zhao Yang had never had the chance to use many divine techniques he possessed—like Nine Heavens Thunder Control True Formula or World in the Palm—because he faced only top-tier figures in the cultivation world. No one dared challenge him among those at his level; only older generations would confront him directly. Thus, he rarely used his invincible divine techniques against peers. Now facing the Central Sovereign, as soon as he unleashed Transform into Sheep Technique, it struck true—the Central Sovereign fell victim to Absolute Sheep Transformation!
Seizing this moment, both the Consort of Rain and Zhao Yang acted decisively. The Consort of Rain pierced through the heart of the transformed Central Sovereign with her Crimson Silk while Zhao Yang crushed him into dust using World in the Palm!
Boom!
In the moment when the Central Sovereign returned to his original form, his physical body shattered, and the Jade Purity Bottle fell from his Qi Sea. Zhao Yang caught it in his hand and immediately used his supreme Divine Sense to break the formation within the bottle. However, suddenly, the flesh of the Central Sovereign that had exploded began to wriggle and slowly gather together!
The Consort of Rain's face turned pale, her voice weak as she said, "He has already cultivated an indestructible true body. It is difficult to kill him with ordinary methods; we must use pure Yang blood combined with the True Qi of five thunders to reduce him to ashes."
"Pure Yang blood?" Zhao Yang was puzzled. He could easily use his Nine Heavens Thunder Control True Formula to burn and decompose the Central Sovereign's flesh with the five thunder techniques, but what was pure Yang blood?
The Consort of Rain's eyes flickered as she replied, "It is the blood of an untouched young male. Your friends Song Baliang, Long Xiao Wu, and Nangong Wuxin all qualify."
Zhao Yang scratched his head and chuckled, "It seems I can too."
The Consort of Rain looked at him strangely. This guy had two stunning beauties in his embrace yet remained a virgin. Was he merely a pretty face with no substance?
Zhao Yang cleared his throat and said, "Consort Yu, don't think too much about it. As cultivators, we should take the safety of all living beings as our responsibility. How can we indulge in personal feelings when faced with the safety of the world? I must educate you on this matter."
As Zhao Yang spoke, he noticed the Consort of Rain's bashful expression and found himself at a loss for words. He could only steel himself and drop a drop of golden-red blood onto the gathering flesh of the Central Sovereign, then invoke the five thunder energies from his Nine Heavens Thunder Control True Formula to burn the Central Sovereign's flesh.
A scream erupted from the Central Sovereign as his three souls and seven spirits had not yet perished. At that moment, within that mass of flesh, a terrified and desperate roar echoed: "Zhao Yang! Consort of Rain! This Emperor will not let you go!"
The Central Sovereign howled as his flesh charred, emitting a foul odor. Yet suddenly, the ground beneath them began to tremble violently as if something was about to emerge!
"O gods of the Nine Netherworlds, awaken the most vicious curse that exists in this world with my blood! I will use my life and Divine Soul as a price to summon the most ancient Witch God! I want them to suffer worse than death; I want them to witness their loved ones perish one by one until they die in endless regret and fear! Let their descendants be despised by all and become the lowest slaves and beasts!"
Boom!
As the body of the Central Sovereign had not yet reassembled, it suddenly exploded again, dyeing the entire world in crimson. A bizarre and eerie wind swept through, bringing with it a scarlet mist that enveloped Zhao Yang and the Consort of Rain.
The Central Sovereign dynasty had existed for millennia. In its early days, the first Old Emperor dominated the world with unmatched power, collecting countless texts from the realm of Cultivation, including those from the Witch Clan's Evil Technique. The Witch God was the supreme deity of the Witch Clan; since ancient times, anyone involved with witchcraft related to the Witch God—be they human, demon, or immortal—could not escape the fate of death, and their descendants and loved ones would also meet untimely ends.
The blood-red mist surrounded Zhao Yang and the Consort of Rain. The Consort of Rain's long sleeves fluttered as her Pseudo Immortal True Qi pierced through like a rainbow, illuminating the heavens and earth. Yet, that strange red mist could not be halted in the slightest; it seemed poised to invade Zhao Yang and the Consort of Rain. In a moment of desperation, Zhao Yang tore through the void while holding onto the Consort of Rain.
But then something even stranger occurred!
A gigantic blood-red hand suddenly reached out from the void. Zhao Yang quickly retreated, carrying the Consort of Rain toward a perilous area he had sensed upon arrival—a place where an ancient Primordial Formation lay hidden for who knows how long. The void was imprisoned by some unknown and bizarre force, and the blood mist followed closely behind. Zhao Yang's Divine Sense could not decipher the mysteries of this formation; it was clear that this mist needed to be suppressed as well. He pushed his Divine Sense to its limits, aligning its frequency with that of the formation's operation. Then, in a sudden wave of dizziness, both were drawn into the formation.
In a hazy state, Zhao Yang and the Consort of Rain lost consciousness. However, as they entered this Primordial Formation, a wisp of mist followed them in. The blood mist gradually transformed into a humanoid shape; it glanced at Zhao Yang and the Consort of Rain holding hands before swiftly diving into Zhao Yang's chest.
Zhao Yang's complexion turned red immediately; a faint crimson aura circled his forehead, and his lips also flushed.
Suddenly, the Spirit Pearl within Zhao Yang's chest flew out on its own, circling around him while emitting an unprecedented dazzling light.
The red mist let out a shriek as it was forced out from Zhao Yang's chest, attempting to flee. But in an instant, the light from the Spirit Pearl seemed to grow tentacles that ensnared the red mist and drew it back into its luminous body.
Then something bizarre happened: the Spirit Pearl emitted a joyful buzzing sound as a beam of extreme light burst forth. The endless red mist outside the Primordial Formation surged forward but was completely absorbed by the Spirit Pearl in an instant.
The enormous blood-red hand in the void trembled slightly as it revealed an enormous and terrifying eye. However, upon seeing the Spirit Pearl, it turned and fled without hesitation.
In the darkness, a voice akin to that of a venomous serpent echoed—a sound that shook the void and made all gods tremble.
"The fourth Spirit Pearl has awakened its intelligence! A new generation of emperors is about to ascend to immortality; we must find a way to dominate the Upper Realm!"
Time passed, and Zhao Yang slowly awakened to find the Consort of Rain unconscious. He hurriedly approached her and infused his Chaos True Qi into her body to heal her wounds.
The Consort of Rain's complexion remained stunningly beautiful, though a few strands of white hair were visible among her locks. It was evident that during the battle with the Central Sovereign, her True Qi had been excessively depleted.
As the Consort of Rain opened her eyes and found herself lying in Zhao Yang's embrace, she did not make any sudden movements. Instead, she gently pushed him away and stood up unsteadily. Glancing around, she said, "It seems we are trapped in a deadly formation."
Zhao Yang replied, "This formation is called the Formation of No Entry and No Exit. I once saw it in a book on formation techniques. Even cultivators at the Ascension Stage would find it impossible to escape. I fear this formation was not set up by someone from the Cultivation world, but I cannot fathom why such a deadly array would be laid out here. Are they trying to capture someone?"
The Consort of Rain shook her head; she had never been well-versed in the ways of formations. If Zhao Yang also had no solution, then they were truly helpless.
After searching for an exit within the formation for quite some time without finding any clues, they had no choice but to stop and rest. Their Divine Sense was greatly restricted within the formation, making it impossible for even Zhao Yang to probe further.
"It really is a deadly formation," sighed the Consort of Rain as she closed her eyes. "It's a pity that the Rebel Son will have to accompany me in death."
Zhao Yang gazed at the Consort of Rain's exquisite face, hesitating to speak.
"Just say what you need to," she urged.
"Consort Yu, my master’s romance with the Purple Mist was well-known in our world," Zhao Yang began to recount the legend of his connection with the Purple Mist Fairy.
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