Legend of Zixia

Chapter 261 Chaos adds to chaos
Black Emperor looked up at the scroll surging with the aura of the Great Dao, his pupils contracted sharply, his tail stiffened, and even his usual glib tongue disappeared without a trace.

It awoke in this life solely to follow in the footsteps of the Great Emperor, hoping for a successor to the Beginningless One, and had long revered the name "Beginningless One" as an insurmountable deity. But at this moment—

Watching Zixia, with a body that was not born with a sacred body or Dao embryo, forcefully use blood as a catalyst to touch the threshold of time;
Watching her without drawing her sword yet already conceiving the rudiments of "severing time";

Watching the three paths merge into one within the Divine Mark Purple Gold Scroll, evolving into a small world that forms its own...

A slight wavering arose in its heart:
When the emperor was young, he was probably no different.

In that instant, a crack appeared in the tower of its faith.

Soon, the aura of sainthood surrounding Zixia, which had almost broken free of its shackles, gradually subsided, receding like the tide, leaving no trace. Her figure returned to calm, as if the earth-shattering moment just now was merely an illusion.

Only then did the Black Emperor dare to approach, circling her three times and sniffing intensely.
"You really received the inheritance of the Beginningless One!?" Its voice was extremely low, filled with shock and doubt. "Don't tell me you figured it all out on your own!"

Zixia smiled faintly, her eyes as clear as a mirror: "Why would I lie to you?"

She raised her hand and gently stroked the edge of the painting. The painting still had lingering ripples, and one could vaguely see thousands of rivers and mountains.

“But I cannot bring the ‘beginningless inheritance’ back to the world.”

“First, the cost of using the true Primordial Secret Technique would be too high; second, that is not my path.”

“I have gained a lot this time.” Zixia stood in front of the stone scripture, her aura restrained, her eyes like a deep pool reflecting the moon. “I can grant you one request.”

Upon hearing this, Black King's ears perked up instantly, his tail swayed wildly, his eyes darted around three times, and a complex expression—a mixture of unprecedented solemnity and...lewdness—appeared on his face.

"Then I won't be polite!" It cleared its throat, patted its chest with its paw, and its voice trembled with excitement: "I want a Primordial Sacred Body Dao Embryo!"

Zixia raised her eyebrows slightly.

"Hehehe..." The Black Emperor's laughter grew softer and softer, his tail leaving afterimages as his eyes began to dart around. "I can help you with this! I'll guard the gate for you! I'll set up the Boundless Killing Array and inscribe an Emperor-level seal, guaranteeing no one will disturb you! You can choose the time and place, and I'll even cover the incense offerings!"

It became increasingly outrageous, as if it could already see Little Wushi beckoning to it.

Zixia listened quietly, then suddenly spoke, her calm tone sounding like a thunderclap to the Black Emperor—

"Okay. I have fulfilled your request."

She gazed into the distance and whispered:
"I have already given birth to a primordial holy body. If fate allows... you will meet again."

"What--!!!"

Black King froze on the spot, his eyes bulging, his mouth wide open enough to fit a watermelon, and his tail stuck straight in mid-air with a "snap".

"Where?! Who did he have?! When did this happen?!" It tumbled and pounced on him, "I want to be his godfather! I've made up my mind! I, the Emperor, will personally teach him Origin Arts, teach him how to pick up girls, and teach him how to steal treasures from forbidden zones—"

“That is a question,” Zixia interrupted, her gaze deep and her tone leaving no room for doubt. “I cannot answer you, nor can I make the decision for her.”

Black Emperor stood frozen in place, as if his soul had been ripped out.

After a long while, it suddenly shook its head, and a glint of light reappeared in its dog eyes: "Then I'll ask for something else!"

"I want you~~~~~" Before it could finish speaking, suddenly—

His eyes began to glaze over, his pupils became unfocused, and the corners of his mouth involuntarily turned up, revealing a silly smile.

The dog's face turned a rosy pink at a visible speed, its ears twitched, sweat beaded on its nose, and even its whiskers trembled slightly.

It went limp, spread its four paws, lay on its back on the jade platform, and muttered some foul language.

Zixia looked down at the old dog, lost in a sweet dream, and after a moment of silence, gently shook her head: "It's all agreed upon, there's only one request! I'm leaving now. Sweet dreams."

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"This is outrageously arrogant! Even though I'm human, I think this Holy Body is incredibly arrogant!"

On the main street of the Northern Divine City, crowds surged, cultivators jostled together, their discussions rising like waves, almost overturning half the city.

"Hmph—" A man beside him sneered, arms crossed, his face full of mockery. "You're just jealous, aren't you? They dare to curse like that because they have the guts to be arrogant! If it were you or me, just being swept by the pressure of those guys would make us collapse to the ground. We wouldn't even dare to fart."

After these words were spoken, everyone fell silent.

Ye Fan is truly incredibly fierce!
He had previously pointed at the gates of Yuan Valley and cursed him, calling him a coward who was hiding and afraid to fight; then he turned his attention to the Emperor's son, smirking and shouting wildly, "You were cut out of my body by one stroke! Logically speaking, you should respectfully call me 'Father'!"

These words caused an uproar throughout the city!

The Emperor's personal guards were all furious, their faces ashen, their noses almost crooked from rage, their chests burning with fury, wishing they could immediately rush into the Dragon Transformation Pool and tear that madman to pieces. Yuan Gu's followers also gritted their teeth, their eyes practically spitting fire.

But alas—no one dared to make a move.

On the high platform of the secret realm, Yuan Gu sat motionless, his eyes closed, Dao patterns swirling around him like a river of stars, with the faint rumble of the Great Dao echoing around him. A golden light flickered between his brows, clearly indicating that he was at a crucial moment in his attempt to break through to a certain extreme realm. Despite the torrent of insults from the outside world, his expression remained calm and undisturbed, as if he were detached from the world, or as if he simply disdained to provoke a "junior."

Meanwhile, on the other side, the Emperor's son's eyes were brimming with murderous intent, and the bone-chilling coldness was almost tangible.

The lesson of the destruction of the Divine Valley made him hesitant to act personally, so he could only secretly lay a trap. He first sought out the Blood Moon Clan, who were most adept at concealing their whereabouts, and used the opportunity to read the first volume of the "Heavenly Emperor Scripture" as bait to exchange for the actions of their Saint-level experts; then he invited the ancient clans, who were skilled at concealing heavenly secrets, to cover up the Blood Moon Clan's activities, making the assassination unpredictable; he even went so far as to expend his own efforts to borrow the imperial weapon from Blood Phoenix Mountain to ensure the Blood Moon Clan had no worries.

The Emperor's son had executed a foolproof plan to kill Ye Fan.

But who would have thought that even with such thorough preparations, it still wouldn't have succeeded, as the divine city was filled with holy might that day.

Subsequently, a collision of extreme forces occurred in the ancestral land of the Blood Moon Clan. The ancestral land collapsed and the earth cracked, the peaks broke apart inch by inch like paper, ancient altars collapsed into abysses, and the earth tore open into a bottomless abyss, from which magma gushed out.

And this was merely a leak of a trace of supreme pressure!

This seemingly insignificant fluctuation had already brought the Blood Moon Clan to the brink of annihilation—

Seventy percent of the clan's strongest members exploded on the spot, their physical bodies turning into a bloody mist, their primordial spirits vanishing into the void before they could escape; elders knelt on both knees, their bones shattered, their bodies cracked like withered wood, dying with their eyes wide open; ordinary clansmen were even worse off, with corpses strewn across the fields, their blood flowing into rivers, rushing down the mountain gullies, staining the entire land crimson, like a hellish inferno.

All of this happened not because the ancient imperial weapons were inferior to the human imperial weapons, but because the difference between the wielders of these weapons was too great.

The expert sent by Blood Phoenix Mountain was no ordinary strongman, but a descendant of an ancient royal family, whose cultivation was already among the best of the Great Saints. Even so, he still couldn't last a single round against that human, and they couldn't even figure out the Emperor Weapon he was using.

(End of this chapter)