Cultivating Immortality in the Winter Wasteland.

Chapter 801 The Dead
At this moment, the Canaanite Saintess on the ship also saw Chen Wang. Their eyes met in the air, and a monstrous killing intent burst forth.

Chen Wang's face was as cold as ice, and he said in a deep voice, "I've finally found you."

The Canaanite saintess also said coldly, "You came here of your own accord."

They faced off head-on without the slightest hesitation, and the Canaanite saint immediately charged forward.

She summoned a bead, as large as a goose egg, which emitted a faint golden light. After being summoned, it instantly flew up like a great sun and smashed fiercely towards Chen Wang.

Heavenly Sun Pearl!

Once she unleashed this magical artifact, its power was immense, and Chen Wang immediately felt a great threat.

However, Chen Wang had already made preparations while hunting down the Canaanite Saintess all over the world.

He had already refined the Void God Bell, and now he summoned this small bell, which instantly grew to a height of a hundred feet, meeting the Heavenly Sun Pearl.

The two powerful magical artifacts collided in mid-air.
With a deafening roar, the void trembled, and terrifying ripples spread outwards, instantly raising the waves to a height of hundreds of feet.

The young men and women in white on the ship then unleashed their magical weapons, leaving only two people to control the ship.

At this moment, Chen Wang was hit by these magical treasures, and his eyebrows twitched slightly.

Even the Heavenly Sun Pearl couldn't harm him, but when the magical treasures unleashed by those young powerhouses struck Chen Wang, his shield was weakened by sixty or seventy percent.

Not only that, some forces also penetrated his shield.

Chen Wang frowned deeply.

These men and women in white were casting a kind of formation.

Before he could even think, the tall man in black brandished an ancient sword and charged forward. A chilling sword aura slashed down at Chen Wang, who immediately felt a chill run down his spine.

The timing of this strike was impeccable.

A thought suddenly flashed through Chen Wang's mind.
"They must have practiced today's tactics long ago."

Therefore, the moment Chen Wang rushed forward, they coordinated perfectly, with the Canaan Saintess launching the attack and this man finishing the job. Moreover, this man might not be the final trump card.

However, Chen Wang was not flustered. He shouted loudly and pointed his fingers like a sword to meet the tall man's sharp sword energy.

The man raised an eyebrow, and the two forces soon collided.

The sword energy emanating from Chen Wang's fingertips was incredibly sharp, and it actually managed to block the tall man's sword energy.

The tall man raised an eyebrow slightly. His name was Uncle Xia Yang, and he was a top-notch swordsman. However, he did not expect that his sword, which he was about to unleash, would be blocked by Chen Wang.

Uncle Xia Yang said, "You do... have some skill."

At this moment, Chen Wang's eyes were unusually cold; these people from Fangxian Dao were indeed not to be underestimated.

If Chen Wang hadn't made some progress in his understanding of the Great Dao during this period, he might have been injured or even killed by them.

The fact that these people were able to instantly defeat a powerful expert like Chen Wang, who was at the Integration Stage, shows that the techniques they used were indeed very domineering.

At this moment, Chen Wang sneered, "Do you think I have no one to rely on?"

Immediately, the nine-colored deer behind him roared, its aura extremely intense, as if it were a terrifying giant beast that had emerged from the primordial era.

The five-colored divine light transformed into a giant axe, flashing with thunder and lightning patterns, and slashed fiercely at the tall man.

Uncle Xia Yang was momentarily surprised by the terrifying aura, and then immediately charged forward with his sword.

The two forces collided in mid-air, and the divine axe formed from the five-colored divine light was incredibly sharp, yet it was not shattered.

It should be noted that the Five-Colored Divine Light is a pure supernatural power, while the ancient sword in the man's hand is the Crimson Sky Sword, which is extremely powerful. The two are evenly matched.

Uncle Xia Yang was somewhat moved.
"This monstrous beast has been slaughtering our immortal forces everywhere, and I never thought it would actually become a force to be reckoned with!"

At this moment, many thoughts flashed through Uncle Xia Yang's mind.

The Nine-Colored Deer didn't care about anything else. It took a step forward and charged forward. Five-colored divine light gathered into a large sword, with a thick back and a thin edge. It was hundreds of feet long and its light was extremely sharp as it slashed down.

Uncle Xia Yang frowned slightly and immediately swung his sword to meet the attack again.

The two quickly became entangled in a fierce battle.

The Nine-Colored Deer used its five-colored divine light to transform into armor to protect its entire body. At the same time, its swords, spears, halberds, axes, hooks, forks, bells, tripods, bottles, and seals transformed into various magical treasures, each with a different attack method, and charged towards Uncle Xia Yang.

Uncle Xia Yang, on the other hand, purely used the way of the sword. His sword energy was extremely sharp and invincible. He broke through the five-colored divine light of the Nine-Colored Deer several times and killed his way to it.

However, it was only because the nine-colored deer was extremely cunning that he was not killed.

The Nine-Colored Deer was satisfied with its current strength, but although its power had increased, it was still somewhat inferior to Uncle Xia Yang in terms of combat experience.

The Nine-Colored Deer thought to itself, "This person is a sword immortal with extremely high combat power. I must be careful not to fall into his trap."

The Nine-Colored Deer was also a little unsure about this battle. What if this person chopped off its head? Wouldn't the position of the most loyal minister by its master's side be taken by someone else in the future?

It was still thinking about these things in its mind.

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On the other side, the Canaanite Saintess and Chen Wang were locked in a fierce battle. The two of them moved extremely fast, and the waves surged hundreds of feet high.

The powerful figures of Fangxiandao also unleashed their magical treasures to restrain Chen Wang.

However, a mirror suddenly appeared out of nowhere, and a beam of white light shone down, illuminating the Fangxian Dao expert.

The grand formation on the ship was immediately activated, forming a bluish-green shield that blocked the attack.

However, the mirror's light grew increasingly intense, enveloping the entire ship. The magical artifacts lost their power in the air and fell into the sea one by one.

Seeing this, the crowd felt a pang of heartache, as many of these were their natal magical treasures, connected to their very being.

After completely losing contact with these magical artifacts, many people began to vomit blood and their vital energy diminished significantly.

The Mirror God's technique was learned from the Buddhist mantra of the Canaanite Saintess: "Lay down the butcher's knife, and instantly become a Buddha."
He was suppressed at one point, but at the same time he also learned this supernatural power.

This mirror has a very ancient origin, and it is now unleashing extraordinary power.

The tall boy wearing a straw hat originally looked the most harmless, and his appearance was somewhat strange, not like someone who could fight.
However, his move was quite astonishing, as he used the authentic Taoist Divine Firmament Five Thunder Orthodox Method.

Thunderclouds gathered in the sky, and a bolt of purple lightning struck down out of nowhere, without warning, carrying with it the might of heaven.

The force of this attack was enough to kill Chen Wang, who had not yet grasped the essence of the battle before his fierce fight with the Canaanite Saintess.

With such power, everything can be annihilated.

Even Chen Wang's Dao of Life and Death could not withstand it, and he was unable to resolve this life-or-death calamity in the first instance.

It's truly astonishing that Fangxiandao has such a master hidden away.

But at that very moment, the Zhou Emperor, seated atop the spirit boat, made his move. The Zhou Emperor carried the very essence of the Great Zhou Dynasty; he himself was a walking treasure trove.

At this moment, a divine talisman was unleashed, which rapidly burned in the air, sending out a burst of pure energy.

There were no other unusual phenomena, only a pure aura rushing directly towards the purple tribulation lightning.

Surprisingly, the purple lightning bolt stopped its downward strike after colliding with the pure energy, and was instead neutralized by it, with the two canceling each other out.

The boy wearing a straw hat spoke in a stiff and aged tone, slowly saying, "A top-grade divine talisman? It seems that the Great Zhou still retains some things from ancient times."

His eyes were very old, revealing a sense of historical vicissitude.

This person is definitely not as young as he appears on the surface.

The Zhou emperor was somewhat surprised by his behavior.
"Who is this person? Judging from his tone, he doesn't seem to be a prominent figure of our time."

At this moment, Emperor Zhou raised an eyebrow and slowly said, "Fang Xiandao has slaughtered countless lives and intends to overthrow my Great Zhou. Now, I, the Emperor, am acting on behalf of Heaven to punish you and demand an explanation!"

Immediately, Emperor Zhou summoned seven or eight powerful magical treasures and hurled them at the man in the bamboo hat as if they were free.

Although these magical treasures are not as powerful as the Void God Bell, the difference is not significant.

At this moment, seven or eight such magical treasures suddenly appeared, which was truly astonishing.

The man in the straw hat was not alarmed. He simply flicked his wrist, and the power of the magical artifacts was neutralized.

He calmly stepped back, and the ship followed suit.

The white light from the Mirror God shifted slightly, shining on him.

The boy wearing a straw hat flicked his finger, and with a loud clang, the Mirror God was sent flying by an unparalleled force.

Another mark appeared on his body.

The Mirror God felt a deep sense of unease.

Since he followed Chen Wang in his campaigns across the north and south, absorbing countless amounts of blood and qi energy,
He hadn't been hurt in a long time. Even when the Canaan Saintess was forcibly immobilized and then suffered a backlash from the rosary, it only dimmed him for a moment.

The Mirror God's attention fell on the boy wearing a straw hat, and he muttered to himself, "The aura around him is strange, as if something is being concealed."

The boy in the straw hat suddenly flicked his sleeve, and the seven or eight magical treasures that the Zhou Emperor had summoned were instantly knocked away. They floated around the Zhou Emperor, some were large cauldrons, some were large bells, and some were swords and spears.

The boy wearing a bamboo hat slowly said, "Using the souls of some fallen masters of the Great Zhou as a catalyst to refine weapon spirits, your self-proclaimed righteous Great Zhou is also quite cruel."

Upon hearing this, Emperor Zhou felt a chill run down his spine.

This is indeed a secret of their Great Zhou.

These magical artifacts were left behind by some powerful figures of the Great Zhou Dynasty before their deaths, and their souls still remain within them.

Only when Emperor Zhou summoned them could they unleash such power.

Otherwise, with his strength, he could only activate three magic weapons at most before he couldn't concentrate anymore, and it would be impossible for each magic weapon to unleash different powers like before.

Emperor Zhou said in a deep voice, "You know a lot. Who exactly are you? You are definitely not some unknown nobody from overseas."

The boy wearing a straw hat slowly said, "My name is Yu Daoji, shall I?"

Upon hearing this, Emperor Zhou was somewhat shaken, and then exclaimed in surprise, "Yu Daoji? Impossible! You have actually insulted my ancestor!"

The young man smiled and said, "It's kind of you to still recognize me as your ancestor. I thought that after my bloodline was wiped out, no one would recognize me anymore."

After hearing him reveal some of the royal family's secrets, Emperor Zhou frowned and said in a deep voice, "Enough with the nonsense, who exactly are you?"

The young man laughed and said, "I am Yu Daoji, without a doubt."

He immediately attacked.

Zhou Huang felt the momentum and supernatural power he displayed, and his heart tightened. He didn't care about controlling those magical treasures and attacked in the same way.

The two of them were using the same supernatural power.

The two azure skies collided at this moment, as if two worlds had been forcibly merged and a conflict had erupted.

With a deafening roar, Emperor Zhou was forced to retreat repeatedly, his face growing increasingly grim.

His previous act of forcibly activating the power of the founding emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty had put him under immense pressure, causing him to show signs of decline.

Although he has recovered somewhat, his vitality cannot be restored, and the residual Dao injuries within his body still remain.

At this moment, he was so shocked by the mere exchange of blows with this young man who called himself Yu Daoji that he was speechless and his old injuries flared up again.

However, the usually composed Emperor Zhou ignored his injuries and his earlier reckless behavior. He exclaimed in shock, "The Mysterious Heaven Secret Records! How do you know this technique?"

Yu Daoji smiled and said, "The Xuan Tian Secret Records are a closely guarded secret of the Great Zhou Dynasty. How could I possibly know about them?"

Emperor Zhou was somewhat surprised. The other party admitted that it was actually very ancient and that what he had just used was a genuine royal secret technique, which only one or two people in each generation had ever learned.

When the two used the same supernatural power earlier, Emperor Zhou sensed a faint bloodline connection between them, which was no small matter.

Emperor Zhou's face turned very ugly.

The two sides were engaged in battle at that moment, but his expression changed, and he momentarily forgot to make a move.

For a master of the Integration Stage like him, he had experienced countless battles throughout his life, and his throne had been the result of numerous power struggles and schemes, including several brushes with death.

Logically, he shouldn't be distracted during such a dangerous battle, but he did.

The tall young man opposite did not take the opportunity to help his two allies, the tall man and the Canaanite Saintess. Instead, he stood still and coldly watched Emperor Zhou.

The Zhou Emperor's heart was filled with turbulent waves.

Yu Daoji was the second son of the founding emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty and the second emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. However, he was overthrown after only five hundred years on the throne.

The person who overthrew him was his blood relative, his fourth uncle.

Later, his bloodline was wiped out, and his fourth uncle became the legitimate emperor. Moreover, there was no such person as Yu Daoji in the history of the Great Zhou Dynasty. Even his high-ranking bloodline was erased, and only the emperors of each generation in the royal secret records knew about it.

Therefore, after he uttered the name Yu Daoji, the Zhou Emperor was immediately astonished and somewhat incredulous.

"You must be a descendant of the deposed emperor."

He preferred to believe that the Great Purge hadn't completely eradicated the entire lineage, leaving some bloodlines for the deposed emperor.
They also refused to believe that the person standing before them was the deposed emperor who had reigned for five hundred years before being overthrown.

"What exactly is going on with this Immortal Path?"

A chill ran through Emperor Zhou, and sweat involuntarily streamed down his forehead.

(End of this chapter)