I have a city in another world

This fragment of divine remains, hidden in the core treasure vault of a dimensional secret realm, exudes an evil aura capable of piercing the heavens.

It was only the size of an adult's torso, yet it released an aura powerful enough to suppress the ancient times. The faint golden light surrounding it concealed a terrifying power capable of shattering stars.

The golden light in those phantoms appeared gentle, but in reality, every wisp carried a sharp edge capable of annihilating everything. The air around it was cut into countless tiny fragments, emitting a hissing sound, and even the space itself was cracked with fine, spiderweb-like fissures, as if it were about to collapse completely at any moment.

No wonder that demon god who dominated countless realms and could destroy a city with a wave of his hand never dared to refine and absorb these fragments of divine remains.

Any cultivator who isn't completely out of their mind would have to think twice about whether their bones are strong enough if they could sense the remaining divine power within these fragments of divine remains.

This isn't refining treasures; it's dancing on the edge of a knife. A single misstep could result in being shattered to pieces.

The otherworldly demon god is clearly a cunning and treacherous being, and would never risk his life.

However, His cunning made the fragments of the divine remains even more ferocious, filled with anger and hatred.

The lingering will within the fragments of the divine remains is like an ancient ferocious beast that has been awakened; anyone who dares to lay a finger on it will inevitably face a thunderous counterattack.

If they encounter an opponent of equal strength, this remaining will can erupt into a frenzied act of mutual destruction, a demise that no one can bear.

Having already died, they are no longer afraid of death; such reckless enemies are truly terrifying.

As the master of the dimensional secret realm, the Demon God possesses endless resources and a near-immortal lifespan, so naturally there's no need for him to take such a risk.

It chose the safest, yet most arduous, method: day after day, year after year, using its own demonic energy to polish these fragments of divine remains.

He slowly eroded the remaining divine power, like smoothing a stubborn rock with a stream, intending to calmly collect the fragments of the divine remains once they were completely powerless to resist.

But despite all the calculations, the demon god failed to foresee two things.

First, the demon god would never have imagined that an outsider could break through the layers of restrictions it had set up and enter this core area that was classified as top secret.

It's important to understand that this secret treasure trove is not a place that just anyone can approach.

Secondly, this intruder was by no means the lowly, pitiful ant it imagined, someone it could easily toy with and manipulate. The seemingly ordinary young man possessed secrets and methods that were enough to shake the entire cultivation world.

Tang Zhen remained silent, staring quietly at the fragments of the divine remains. His fingertips tingled slightly, and complex emotions surged within him.

He does have the means to deal with the current crisis, but once those means are used, it would be like lighting a raging fire in the darkest night, which would inevitably expose his whereabouts.

Previously, in order to escape those mad dog-like pursuers, Tang Zhen had already concealed his aura to the extreme, disguising himself as an ordinary person with no cultivation, hiding and dodging all the way, not daring to use even the slightest extraordinary means.

The demigod cultivators who were chasing him were like wolves that hadn't eaten for ten or fifteen days. Their sense of smell was terrifyingly sharp. As soon as he revealed the slightest abnormality, they would immediately rush over like sharks that smelled blood, fighting to the death.

What's even more deadly is that the secret he possesses is too astonishing. If it attracts the covetous eyes of true gods, those high and mighty beings could easily bring him to his doom with a few underhanded tricks.

At that time, he would not be facing a group of howling demigods, but gods who could turn the world upside down with a flick of their wrist. That situation would be a hundred times more difficult than falling into the eighteenth level of hell, and his demise would only be a matter of time.

For this reason, Tang Zhen has always acted cautiously and meticulously, never making the slightest mistake, and would never easily reveal his true identity and strength.

But at that very moment, when the faint aura emanating from the fragments of the divine remains entered Tang Zhen's nostrils, it was as if a string that had been dormant for millennia was suddenly plucked in his heart.

It was an extremely mysterious feeling, like a fragment buried deep in the memory, dormant for tens of thousands of years, suddenly being unearthed from a dusty corner.

The image was blurry, filled with broken light and shadow and incomprehensible ancient syllables, as if telling some earth-shattering secret, or calling out something.

Tang Zhen frowned, desperately trying to sort out these chaotic memories, but the harder he tried, the more blurred the images became, leaving only a strong tremor spreading in his heart.

He must obtain these fragments of divine remains!
Even if it meant facing mountains of knives and seas of fire, even if it meant exposing his identity and attracting endless pursuit, he was determined to succeed.

To obtain this fragment of divine remains, caution and forbearance alone are useless; one must unleash one's true, hidden abilities. There is no possibility of taking shortcuts.

Tang Zhen took a deep breath, a resolute glint in his eyes.

Life's twists and turns are sometimes so strange; when you don't want to do something, you happen to encounter something that forces you to do it.

Since there's no way to avoid it, we can only put aside all our concerns and go all out!
Not far away, Feng Jiu Kui and Xiao Ning Mei were already terrified.

The oppressive force released by that terrifying ghost hand was enough to crush their bones. Their internal organs felt like they were being repeatedly pounded by a heavy hammer, blood kept spilling from the corners of their mouths, and even breathing became extremely difficult.

Feng Jiu Kui, a cultivator of the Blood Demon Sect, was a man who had seen many great things, but at this moment, facing the ghost hand that could easily tear space apart, he was filled with fear and unease, and even despair.

Such power is simply beyond their ability to resist; they are likely to perish here today.

Xiao Ningmei clenched her teeth tightly, her face as pale as paper. Her fingers, gripping her sword, turned white from the force, and her knuckles cracked, yet she didn't even have the strength to swing the weapon.

She could feel the shadow of death rapidly approaching, and that sense of powerlessness nearly drove her to the brink of collapse.

But at that moment, a completely different aura suddenly erupted from Tang Zhen!
That aura was fierce and domineering, carrying an arrogant disdain for the world, like a peerless divine weapon unsheathed, directly crashing into the aura released by the terrifying ghost hand.

"boom!"

An invisible shockwave exploded in mid-air, and the two felt a deafening roar in their ears. Then, the suffocating pressure dissipated in an instant, as if it had never existed.

Suddenly, the entire core of the secret realm became eerily quiet, so quiet you could almost hear a pin drop.

Feng Jiu Kui and Xiao Ning Mei stood frozen in place, their minds blank, completely unaware of what had happened. But almost instinctively, they looked at Tang Zhen, both guessing that this dramatic change must be related to this usually low-key and silent young man.

Just as the joy of escaping from a desperate situation began to rise in his heart, an even more terrifying pressure swept over him like a tsunami!

This oppressive force was hundreds or thousands of times stronger than the aura released by the ghost hand earlier, as if the entire sky had pressed down on it.

Feng Jiu Kui and Xiao Ning Mei couldn't even muster the thought of resistance. Their legs went weak, and they collapsed to the ground, completely powerless, like mud that had been trampled on a puddle a thousand times. They couldn't even lift a finger.

Fortunately, their eyes could still see and their minds could still think, so they were able to witness Tang Zhen's incredible transformation. Suddenly, a dazzling light erupted from Tang Zhen's body, with golden, silver, and purple light intertwining and forming a huge cocoon of light that enveloped his entire body.

Within the cocoon of light, countless mysterious runes danced and swirled, emitting a buzzing sound, as if chanting ancient incantations.

The light cocoon shattered abruptly in the next instant, and countless streams of light converged to form a set of exquisitely crafted armor on Tang Zhen's body.

This strange suit of armor seems to be something from the mortal world, and even less likely to be handcrafted.

The armor's lines are smooth and sharp, with every curve perfectly placed, exuding both power and a beautiful artistic flair.

The armor's surface was covered with dense, mysterious runes. These runes were not random, but arranged and combined according to some mysterious rules, faintly forming a star chart and exuding a profound and powerful aura.

Even more astonishing is that the armor is inlaid with gems of various colors: rubies like burning flames, sapphires like deep oceans, and emeralds like lush forests. Each one is dazzling and radiates a rich energy fluctuation, clearly containing extremely magical power.

With just one glance, Feng Jiu Kui and Xiao Ning Mei knew that the value of this armor far exceeded their imagination.

Even the Blood Demon Sect's most treasured artifact, passed down through countless ages, pales in comparison to this armor and is utterly insignificant.

Tang Zhen, clad in battle armor, suddenly transformed his aura. If he had previously been like a bottomless lake, calm and still, he was now like a volcano about to erupt, his surging power no longer concealed.

The overwhelming aura pressed down on everything, making the air tremble. Feng Jiu Kui and Xiao Ning Mei felt a tightness in their chests, almost unable to breathe.

Only then did they realize with horror that the young man before them was actually a genuine demigod cultivator!

Moreover, judging from the intensity of this aura, it is several times stronger than the sect leader of their Blood Demon Sect, making it an extremely powerful existence that they absolutely cannot afford to provoke.

Looking across the entire world, there are probably few who can rival him.

Such a powerful being could kill the two of them with ease, as simple as crushing two ants.

Feng Jiu Kui and Xiao Ning Mei exchanged glances and swallowed hard, secretly relieved.

Fortunately, they did not take Tang Zhen's low profile for granted, nor did they do anything to offend him. Otherwise, they would probably be crushed to pieces by now, and even their souls would be hard to preserve.

At the same time, the mountain-like phantom formed from fragments of divine remains seemed to be startled by Tang Zhen's sudden change in aura, and its originally violent attack paused for a moment.

Within the illusory image, two scarlet lights flickered erratically, as if scrutinizing Tang Zhen with a mixture of surprise and wariness.

However, this pause was only momentary; the phantom was quickly consumed by extreme rage and chilling killing intent. In its mind, anyone who coveted the divine remains must die!

"Roar!"

A roar that shook the universe came from the phantom's mouth. Wherever the sound waves passed, space twisted violently, and countless black energy blades appeared out of thin air, slashing wildly towards Tang Zhen.

The mountain-like phantom transformed into a streak of light, carrying a world-destroying power, and launched a fierce attack on Tang Zhen with all its might.

Faced with this ferocious attack, Tang Zhen showed no fear whatsoever; instead, he revealed a confident smile.

With a thought, his armor suddenly burst forth with dazzling light, and countless runes flew out, merging into the surrounding world.

"Rules, break them down!"

Tang Zhen gave a soft shout, his voice not loud, but it carried an undeniable authority.

As his words fell, everything in heaven and earth seemed to freeze at that moment, and then transformed into its most fundamental form—countless densely packed Heavenly Dao runes.

Under this rule-based perspective, the seemingly terrifying ghost hand, capable of tearing everything apart, is nothing more than a collection of orderly arranged Heavenly Dao runes.

Once the key points are found, the opponent's attack can be instantly dismantled without much effort.

Tang Zhen was already extremely familiar with this method of breaking the rules, and he was very adept at it.

His gaze, like the sharpest blade, swiftly pierced through countless runes, and in a mere instant, he precisely located the key point of the ghost hand's attack.

With a flick of his finger, Tang Zhen caused the runes on his armor to emit a dazzling beam of light, which precisely struck the critical point.

"Crack!"

A crisp sound rang out, and countless cracks instantly appeared on the terrifying ghost hand. Then, it dimmed and dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye, like smoke blown away by a gale, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.

As the ghostly hand dissipated, so too did the suffocating, terrifying pressure.

"Great! We're saved!"

As soon as Feng Jiu Kui regained his strength, he almost roared and let out an excited cheer.

He struggled to his feet, his face filled with the ecstatic joy of surviving a disaster, his eyes reddening.

For a moment just now, he really thought he was going to die. Now that he was alive, he was even more excited than if he had won the greatest opportunity in the world.

Xiao Ningmei slowly stood up from the ground, her eyes also filled with smiles, a mixture of relief and lingering fear.

She gently wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, her gaze towards Tang Zhen filled with awe and gratitude.

If Tang Zhen hadn't intervened, she and Feng Jiu Kui would have certainly died today.

Just then, the mountain-like phantom suddenly stopped in mid-air and ceased its attack.

From within the illusory figure came a hoarse, desolate voice, tinged with a hint of surprise and uncertainty, a voice that seemed to have traversed countless ages, carrying endless vicissitudes:
"You are... a cultivator from Loucheng?" (End of Chapter)