Nine Dragons Pulling the Coffin: I Set Taboos in the Heavens

The heart of the primordial chaos!

Fragments of the shattered primordial continent's original core!
That ancient call carried a hint of revival and hope, resonating with the immense fortune gathered within Fang Qing due to the worship of millions, and with the will of the saints of the plane beads.

The three elements intertwine, creating a close connection.

"I am indeed the chosen one."

Fang Qing decided to search for the fragments of the Primordial Heart.

Without further hesitation, Fang Qing's figure soared into the sky, transforming into a strange stream of light, heading straight for the outermost layer of the crystal wall system.

The so-called Plenty Continent is a flat land with a round sky. Its vast and radiant crystal walls, like a flawless elliptical light shield, gently envelop the Plenty Continent.

On the crystal wall system, countless ancient and mysterious runes flickered like stars, which were the manifestation of the will and laws of the ancient saints, exuding a righteous aura of tenacious protection that could not be violated.

Outside the crystal wall system, especially in the dark areas where the spatial structure is relatively weak and the faults and folds are obvious, thick, ink-like demonic energy rolls endlessly, exuding an aura of endless evil and chaos. Like a black tide blocked by an invisible dam, it frantically crashes against and erodes the outer wall of the crystal wall system.

But at this moment, it was completely different from what Fang Qing had seen when he ventured deep into the Hell Monsoon last time.

No matter how turbulent the demonic energy outside was, it could never truly penetrate and blow into the interior of the crystal wall system.

The surface of the crystal wall shimmered with light, constantly purifying and dissolving the demonic energy it touched. The terrifying power that could have corroded spacetime and given rise to a demon kingdom now seemed futile and ineffective.

This is the most direct result of Fang Qing purifying the plane bead and awakening the will of the saints.

The self-repair and defense capabilities of the crystal wall system have been enhanced to an epic degree. It has become extremely difficult, almost impossible, for the demon army to rely on the hellish monsoon to infiltrate on a large scale, or even find a loophole to directly descend, as it used to.

Of course, the crystal wall system is not absolutely closed. Cultivators like Fang Qing, who are reincarnated, born and raised in the mainland, and recognized by the continent's origin, can come and go freely.

In addition, some deeply hidden or recently reopened secret spacetime wormholes due to changes in the crystal wall system can also serve as passageways.

However, entering through these wormholes would inevitably trigger the monitoring mechanisms of the crystal wall system, making a silent, large-scale invasion impossible.

Fang Qing's gaze moved downwards, landing on the area beneath the bountiful continent enveloped by the crystal wall system.

There was a vast, boundless region of churning, surging, and grayish-brown air currents, resembling the primordial chaos.

The size of this chaotic region is several times larger than the fertile continent above it that supports all living beings.

It is like the most solid and thick foundation, or the placenta that nurtures everything, steadily supporting the bountiful continent and firmly anchoring it to this void coordinate, so that it will not drift aimlessly in the endless void like a rootless duckweed.

This is the foundation and guardian deity of the Bountiful Continent and even the entire fragmented plane of the Primordial Era.

As everyone knows, an unstable and shifting plane is extremely terrifying. If it were to collide with a solid, lifeless star in the void, or be caught in a natural spatial storm, it would be a catastrophic disaster for the entire continent and all living beings on it, instantly shattering them into dust.

According to Fang Qing's senses, the fragment of the Primordial Heart that summoned him was most likely hidden in the deepest part of this unfathomable chaotic energy flow.

Fang Qing probed with his divine sense and immediately sensed the infinite mysteries and terrifying killing intent contained within.

It is not only the most primitive "Sea of ​​Primordial Energy", but also the burial place of countless ancient sages, the site of many long-lost killing formations, and the hidden ancient teleportation array ruins leading to unknown places.

Since ancient times, the Bountiful Continent has been full of audacious individuals who have attempted to venture into the Chaos in search of opportunities. However, the vast majority of them have either been instantly killed by the remaining ancient killing arrays or accidentally triggered teleportation arrays, which transported them to some remote and desolate place in the universe, where they have never been heard from again.

Even among powerful beings at the Great Sage level, there are historical records of several perishing within its confines, making it a place that inspires fear.

"Fragment of the Primordial Heart, here I come."

Fang Qing took a step forward, his figure moving like a fish entering the sea, silently merging into the churning chaotic energy.

The moment they entered, the world changed drastically.

It was as if I had instantly stepped from the clear real world into an ancient ruin that had been forgotten by time and abandoned for hundreds of millions of years.

What the outside world sees is chaotic airflow, but inside it is a vast and boundless microcosm.

This small world was dimly lit and filled with an ancient and desolate atmosphere.

Beneath our feet lies a chaotic mix of grayish-brown soil in varying shades, exuding a rich, ancient aura.

Everywhere you look, there are dilapidated architectural ruins, collapsed giant stone pillars, broken relief corridors, temples with only their bases remaining, and shrines covered with strange vines.

There are also all sorts of ancient corpses everywhere.

There are humanoid, animaloid, and indescribably huge skeletons, half-buried in the soil or building ruins.

Some of the skeletons were still as clear as jade, radiating a faint aura of power, clearly indicating that they were extraordinary beings in life.

The chaotic primordial energy in the air, like mist, condenses into clusters in certain areas, flowing slowly and obstructing vision and spiritual thought.

The entire space was eerily silent, save for the low, mournful groans emanating from the flow of primordial chaos, like the sigh of an ancient behemoth.

"This is the ancient ruins of the Chaos Secret Realm."

Fang Qing headed towards the direction where the fluctuations of the Primordial Heart fragment were strongest, while observing the surrounding environment.

Suddenly, his nostrils twitched, and he keenly caught a strong and fresh smell of blood coming from ahead, completely different from the ancient and dried traces around him.

He moved swiftly and silently appeared near the source of the bloody smell.

This is a small square in front of a relatively intact abandoned temple. On the square, five or six corpses lie scattered about, their blood not yet completely congealed, staining a large area of ​​the ground red. The air still retains the chaotic fluctuations that were gradually dissipating after the violent eruption of the legendary laws.

A freshly dead body!
These corpses were dressed in uniform, distinctly exotic clothing made of special materials and inscribed with intricate array patterns, clearly not clothing from the Bountiful Continent.

Their cultivation levels during their lifetimes were between the fifth and seventh levels of the Legendary Realm, making them considered elites.

The fatal wounds were varied, including sword wounds, knife wounds, palm prints, and even one corpse whose soul seemed to have been instantly corroded by some kind of deadly poison. Fang Qing reached out and grabbed a wisp of the remaining aura, sniffed it lightly, and carefully sensed the residual energy characteristics within it.

These must be cultivators from the Zhen Dan Continent.

He recently repaired the crystal wall system, which in turn opened up and stabilized many spacetime wormholes.

Those forces on the continent of China with noses sharper than dogs would naturally send vanguard teams to scout ahead immediately.

Although these ancient ruins within the chaotic primordial energy are dangerous, they also contain many ancient treasures, rare materials, and even fragments of lost cultivation techniques.

It is extremely attractive to them.

In the struggle for treasure, it's perfectly normal for people to kill each other and double-cross each other.

Fang Qing wasn't nervous at all; he simply continued on his way.

There are no green mountains and clear waters, no birdsong and fragrant flowers, only endless ruins, abandoned altars, towering temples and piles of white bones. Life is almost extinguished, with only the occasional dull rumble of chaotic energy flowing from the depths of time and space.

Just as Fang Qing was passing through a strange "bone forest" made of huge animal bones and preparing to enter the area of ​​a temple ahead.

A sudden change occurred!

"Boom!"

Without warning, from the depths of a dark, abandoned building ruin on the side of the pyramid temple, a peerless assassination sword light, faster than light and compressing the space in its path into a thin black line, suddenly sprang up like a venomous snake, aiming straight for Fang Qing's vital back.

This strike, in terms of timing, angle, speed, and concealment, reached the pinnacle of assassination art. The attacker's cultivation was clearly at the legendary ninth transformation of the Undying Transformation, and he was extremely skilled in concealment and one-hit kill. He concentrated all his power, laws, and killing intent into this sword, striving to kill the enemy instantly.

Any other expert who had just entered the legendary ninth transformation, or even a more experienced ninth transformation expert, would likely have been severely injured or even killed instantly by this sudden and unprepared assassination.

However, he was facing Fang Qing.

A monster who has already reached the ninth level of legendary transformation, possesses the profound meaning of the body of a sovereign, merges with the five elements, yin and yang, and the void, is blessed by the wishes of billions of people, and always maintains a high level of vigilance.

Faced with this deadly assassination attempt, Fang Qing didn't even bother to turn his head, and his eyes didn't even flicker.

Just as the sword light was about to touch his clothes, he seemed to have eyes in the back of his head and casually slapped his palm backward.

This palm strike, seemingly slow, was actually launched later but arrived first, with unimaginable force emanating from the edge of the palm.

"Boom!"

A soft sound, like a bubble bursting, rang out.

The deadly sword light that condensed all the essence and spirit of the legendary nine-transformation assassin was like ice and snow meeting the scorching sun the moment it touched Fang Qing's palm. It broke and disintegrated inch by inch, without even causing a ripple!
"what--!"

Immediately following was the assassin's incredulous scream.

His true form, hidden in the shadows, was struck solidly by the aftershock of an irresistible palm strike. Like a fly hit by a star, he slammed heavily onto the chaotic ground with a "thud," instantly turning into a writhing pile of flesh.

The cake tried to reform itself, but was unable to do so due to interference from the purifying power, and could only let out painful howls.

Fang Qing then slowly turned around, glancing indifferently at the "meat pie" on the ground.

He was too lazy to interrogate, nor was there any need to interrogate.

"combustion."

He uttered two words.

The next moment, a pure and blazing platinum flame, carrying a sacred aura, appeared out of thin air on the "meat pie".

"No! Spare me! I am Zhen Dan Temple!"

The assassin's pleas for mercy came to an abrupt halt.

The flames rolled and sizzled.

In just two breaths, the legendary nine-transformation immortal assassin, along with his struggling immortal body and soul imprint, was completely burned to ashes in the flames containing the purifying intent of the sovereign. His soul was scattered and there was no possibility of resurrection.

He left behind only a magic treasure pouch and several similarly styled assassination daggers, poison darts, and other items.

Fang Qing waved his hand and took the magic treasure pouch into his hand. He scanned it slightly with his divine sense. Inside, in addition to some common currency, pills, and miscellaneous items from the Zhen Dan Continent, there were several jade slips containing information about the Zhen Dan Continent and a rough map of some Chaos Secret Realms, as well as a token engraved with strange and distorted symbols.

They are indeed from the Zhen Dan Continent, or from the Zhen Dan Temple.

They are elite assassins trained by the Ninja Hall of the Zhen Dan Temple.

The so-called Zhen Dan Temple is like the Jing Yuan Temple in the Yang Shen Realm, consisting of many halls.

The various halls of the Zhen Dan Temple each have their own functions.

The Ninja Hall specializes in assassination, infiltration, reconnaissance, and sabotage. They act ruthlessly and are unpredictable, making them the sharpest and darkest dagger in the hands of the temple.

Their supreme leader was revered as the God of Ninja.

This reminded Fang Qing of the Blood God, the Law God, the Essence God, the Underworld God, the Mighty God, and so on.

Of course, the gods of the Yang God Realm are not as good as those of the Saint King Realm.

But for him, it was all the same. (End of Chapter)