A journey of survival starting from Zhetian

Chapter 690 Battle Emperor

Upon entering the ancient city, the first thing that catches the eye is a sense of desolation and ruin, as well as the devastation after the great battle.

Every crack in the city wall, every remnant of a collapsed street, every area where the formation collapsed, is stained with indelible bloodstains, and the roars of heroic spirits echo there.

The priest leading the way had his eyes half-closed, concealing his grief, and softly explained to the quasi-Emperor of Battle, "We should have welcomed your arrival with the highest honors, and the gods who protect heaven and earth would have personally descended to speak with you in detail."

"But a great battle just took place not long ago, and most of our comrades have perished. Those who are still alive are severely injured and unable to get out of bed."

"Respected soldier, I am deeply sorry for this."

The quasi-Emperor of Battle's gaze swept over the entire ancient city, or rather, the broken walls and ruins, and the weak creatures with despair in their eyes, and he shook his head slightly.

The priest used very euphemisms; it wasn't just that most of their comrades had been killed in action, it was that almost everyone was dead.

Currently, only a hundred young children under the age of three remain in the city, several generals covered in wounds, and more than ten thousand soldiers who are still clinging to life and struggling on the brink of death, their bodies mostly missing and essentially incapacitated.

If this city is the last stronghold of this world, then it can probably be declared that this struggle against the strange and ominous has been a complete failure.

They couldn't withstand the next attack from the strange creatures.

The Fighting Quasi-Emperor looked at the priest and replied, "It's alright, I don't care about these formalities."

“I can see that you are exhausted and on the verge of having to rest.”

The priest stopped and gave a slight, apologetic bow before leading the Fighting Quasi-Emperor into a dilapidated stone church.

The moment he stepped in, a sense of tranquility and hope spread throughout his body. A cool, gentle divine power wafted over him, enveloping his body and primordial spirit, causing the Battle Quasi-Emperor to be momentarily stunned.

The Dao wounds suppressed by the "Secret of the Character 'Zhe'" began to shed their stubbornness under the gentle cleansing of these divine powers. Under the special creative vitality that appeared as the scriptures were circulated, they showed a tendency to heal.

The Battle Quasi-Emperor focused his mind slightly, looking at the Valkyrie statue in the center of the church, gazing at the peculiar Dao aura emanating from it, and raised an eyebrow slightly.

The slightest release of power was enough to cause the Dao wounds within his body, which bore the marks of immortality, to show signs of healing. This was no ordinary rare treasure; it was at least an immortal medicine in the mortal world, or even a celestial medicine in the realm of immortals, or a celestial pill with the power of creation, to have such a powerful effect.

If it weren't for the lack of King-level Dao essence, and even more so the lack of Immortal Dao essence with immortal properties, the Battle Quasi-Emperor would have even thought that a King-level Great Medicine had appeared before his eyes.

He sighed inwardly, "I never imagined that this world, which can be said to be on the verge of extinction, would still have such a blessing."

"Fellow Daoists in the Spirit Realm are right. Every world that has survived for so long has some powerful foundation."

The quasi-emperor paused, but the priest did not stop.

After bowing to the central statue, he took a piece of stone radiating multicolored light directly from the Valkyrie statue and handed it to the surprised Fighting Quasi-Emperor.

The priest said softly, "Honorable warrior, please accept this crystallization of the very essence of our world. This is the only help we can offer you."

"After using this primordial crystal, your injuries should heal, and you may even be able to advance further and reach the limits of the mortal realm."

The Battle Quasi-Emperor held the stone that emitted multicolored light, looked at the priest, and remained silent.

After a moment, he asked, "If this essence of heaven and earth were used on those generals, it could heal their injuries and give them hope of climbing to higher levels and achieving immortality. Why give it to me?"

The priest reached into his pocket, took out a monocle, put it on, and then touched his chest, drawing a simple eye shape.

He smiled slightly, "This is the existence I believe in, the revelation it gives me, and the best arrangement fate has made for us."

The Quasi-Emperor of Battle fell silent once again.

"Fate's arrangement." Such familiar words. He remembered that his elders had said the same thing before they completely transformed into Dao.

Now, this priest says the same thing.

In a daze, the Quasi-Emperor of Battle felt a peculiar force propelling the tide of events, placing him at the center of a certain stage, burdened with terrifying pressure. But upon regaining his senses, this strange feeling seemed like an illusion, merely his unfounded imagination.

"it is good."

The Quasi-Emperor of Battle nodded, gripped the multicolored stone in his hand, and began to fully circulate his own scriptures. With the "Secret of the Character 'Zhe'" as the core, he integrated a series of "Dao" and "Dharma", causing 108,600 Quasi-Emperor Law Divine Chains to emerge within his body, unleashing a series of astonishing creations.

The origin of heaven and earth emitted a clear sound, resonating with the origin of the Battle Quasi-Emperor, directly transforming into a five-colored spiritual light of heaven and earth, merging into his entire body, as if the two were not much different in themselves.

After about fifteen minutes, every hair on the Fighting Quasi-Emperor's head was filled with dazzling golden light, which gathered into a unique kind of immortality and coalesced into dazzling golden flames that burned fiercely on the surface of his body, as if he was undergoing a leap in the level of life.

As a streak of light descended from the sky, the inner universe of the five secret realms, now combined into one, was reflected in the priest's monocle.

The bridge to the other shore above the Sea of ​​Bitterness has already possessed a wisp of immortal and indestructible golden nature. The chanting of scriptures echoes from the Five Great Dao Palaces, as if they come from the past and the future. The Four Heavenly Pillars stand horizontally in the sky, supporting the vast dome. A great dragon, shimmering with wisps of dark yellow light, soars into the sky, heading straight for the Immortal Platform, spanning the Five Great Secret Realms.

In an instant, the profound Daoist sound once again scattered from the illusory image of the Bodhi tree, expounding the most essential "Dao" and "Dharma" of the universe, guiding the myriad Daos of enlightenment to converge and weave into a mark radiating golden light.

The scriptures buried deep within his bloodline were activated, and a vast, illusory sky formed three feet above him. A terrifying aura erupted from the Fighting Quasi-Emperor, and strands of unparalleled battle intent merged into every inch of his body, causing the dormant fragments of Dao weapons within him to undergo a transformation, driving the reforging of immortal laws and sublimating them into immortal weapons.

A purple-gold crown adorned his head, golden chainmail fastened to his body, cloud-patterned boots materialized beneath his feet, and an immortal iron staff, radiating immortal golden light, stood suspended in the air, held in his palm.

Golden eyes opened, and a vast divine will, desiring to be on par with the heavens, pierced straight into the sky.

The Fighting Emperor looked at the priest before him and said earnestly, "I will not disappoint you."

Without pausing for a moment, his gaze shifted from the church to the depths of heaven and earth, piercing through the chains of divine laws and seeing the celestial net buried deep within them. There, a Valkyrie, her divine body nearly transparent, her consciousness seemingly dormant, and a bizarre creature with nine eyes, six heads, and three legs, in a state of "imprisonment."

With a leap, layers of time and space were left behind, and with a terrifying aura, he ascended into the net of laws of this world.

The Fighting Emperor's eyes flashed with golden light as he pointed his immortal iron staff at the strange creature he had "imprisoned," muttering to himself, "You are the source of all this strangeness and misfortune in this world."

The immortal being with nine eyes, six heads, and three legs laughed through the barrier that "imprisoned" him, "You mortal rat who has not yet proven your immortality, you are just a glimmer of hope that the madwoman risked her life for?"

"I thought her backup plan was some supreme deity or star lord, but it turns out it's still you, you rat. You think you can save this bubble world? It's utterly laughable!"

The eerie creature's eyes were full of mockery as it laughed loudly, "Come on! Unleash your strongest attack!"

The Fighting Emperor nodded, "As you say."

With a single step forward, he entered the barrier, and the Immortal Iron Cudgel rose into the air, its countless shadows creating a monstrous phenomenon of annihilation that covered everything within his sight.

In an instant, chains of divine laws collapsed, voids were torn apart, time was disrupted, murky black blood splattered everywhere, and fragments of immortal bones scattered in all directions.

The repelled immortal being was shocked: "You actually managed to hurt my true form!"

"This shouldn't be! I'm only a hair's breadth away from immortal perfection, how could you, a mere mortal rat, possibly harm me! Even if I'm suppressed by the very origin of heaven and earth!"

"Furthermore, why were you able to penetrate the barrier formed by the very essence of heaven and earth! There is something wrong with your Dao body! What kind of being are you!"

The Fighting Emperor grinned ferociously, offering no response. Instead, he tore down the three-foot-high illusory sky above him, transforming it into myriad phenomena, scattering into boundless three-dimensional runes, and transforming into flames of battle intent that swirled around his body. The sounds of shattering shackles resounded within the Emperor's body, and a roar erupted from his mouth, transforming into a ten-thousand-foot-tall divine magic form, as he once again unleashed a terrifying blow.

The structure of spacetime is shattering, and the ten-thousand-foot-long immortal iron rod is surrounded by void fragments reflecting "Dao" and "Dharma," while a huge golden light has pierced the sky.

"boom!"

With a single strike, black blood and bone splattered once more, and the figure at the end of the staff was a bloody mess, most of his body broken, with wisps of immortal golden energy spreading across it, to eternally engrave the "Tao" and "Law" indelibly.

"That damned crazy woman!"

"Damn mortal rat!"

Enraged by the two blows in quick succession, strands of his flesh fell from his body like worms. In an instant, all his injuries, and all the attached "Dao" and "Dharma," were discarded. The effects that had just been inflicted on him were almost completely wiped away, and apart from the suppressed portion of his power, the rest rapidly recovered to its peak.

The deformed hands gently rose, and nine eyes of different appearances emitted an eerie glow. The powerful immortal laws and scattered blood and bones instantly underwent a tremendous transformation, turning into strands of terrifying flesh and bone powder, weaving into a net that ensnared the Battle Emperor who had transformed into a god and demon.

The immortal being roared, "Mortal rat, die!"

Gazing at the attack that was almost upon him, the Battle Emperor's lips curled up slightly. The profound mystery of the "Secret of the Words of Travel" was operating within the universe of the human body's secret realm. The phantom of the long river of time was reflected in his eyes. With a slight straightening of his body, he leaped out of the current time point, disappeared before the web of flesh and blood, and appeared before the immortal beings.

Terrifying blood energy and immortal laws are condensing, unparalleled combat power converges into an ultra-long staff, the majestic staff shadow once again shatters all paths, delivering a strike that penetrates deeper into the realm of immortality than ever before.

"boom!"

The immortal being's body blurred again, with flesh and bone fragments splattering everywhere, and ominous, eerie black blood spreading throughout the barrier, staining the "cage."

The immortal being, wounded once again, was not angry this time. Instead, he burst into laughter, raising his head high and spreading his arms, shouting, "You dare to let my blood spread? Even that madwoman wouldn't dare to do that!"

"Come, deep within your soul, nurture a new 'true self' and become a member of my kind!"

Seeing this, the Fighting Emperor did not hesitate. He once again swung his ten-thousand-foot-long staff, using his terrifying blood and immortal laws to unleash a world-shaking battle force, delivering a blow to this immortal being.

"bump!"

Flesh and blood bloomed once more, broken bones lay scattered across the sky, all paths shattered once more, and time and the void blurred together.

The immortal being, having reassembled his form, looked bewildered as the divine magic image descended from the sky once more, along with the terrifying, towering staff shadow.

He exclaimed incredulously, "This shouldn't be happening! Why aren't you affected?!"

"These substances are the foundation of our race. No living being should be able to resist them, nor should any living being be willing to resist them!"

"Why don't you accept it? If you accept it, you can instantly become immortal, an immortal being even more powerful than me!"

The Fighting Emperor, expressionless, swung his long staff once more, using his vast blood energy and immortal laws to annihilate all the dark matter before him.

He sneered inwardly, "A new 'self' is being nurtured deep within the soul. How similar this is to the corpse calamity of the mythical era! Does the Heavenly Venerable Lingbao's 'Scripture of Salvation' really think it's useless?"

"Even if one lacks comprehension and is not proficient in the 'Scripture of Salvation,' the various lineages in the [Spirit Realm] have hundreds of thousands of methods specifically targeting dark matter; there is bound to be one that suits one."

"As for accepting dark matter and gaining even greater power... Ha!"

As a cultivator who has spent over five hundred years in seclusion at home and reached the level of a quasi-emperor, do you really think he knows nothing about dark matter?
Once one cultivates using dark matter, one will never be able to escape this eeriness and misfortune. In the future, if one wants to attain the King Realm, without the assistance of matter of a corresponding level, the possibility of advancement will be negligible.

Even without using dark matter, if one were to succeed in advancing by sheer luck, their combat strength and cultivation would be at the bottom of the pack among those in the same realm. This is a result that no genius in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths who aspires to reach a higher level would be willing to accept.

If one hasn't laid a solid foundation in the True Immortal realm, the time required to make even the slightest progress after advancing to the Immortal King realm will be far too long.

At that time, the predicament of not being able to make any progress for dozens of eras and billions of years will drive any being in the royal realm who yearns to break through to the throne to become an emperor to the brink of collapse.

(End of this chapter)