Dao Cheng Gui Xian

Chapter 642 Nine Apertures and Nine Yangs, My Name: Cang!
The sound was ancient and detached.

With a buzzing and transcendent quality characteristic of deities, it was difficult to discern gender, and it was quite different from Wu Qinghe's clear voice from before.

Considering Wu Qinghe's sudden attack on Zhenhai earlier, everyone who heard this understood that something was wrong with Wu Qinghe.

Someone who was almost universally believed to have reached the realm of immortality has run into trouble!

Who else could cause this problem?

In the Pass of Immortality, the only being who rules over heaven and earth is the Celestial Immortal!

Upon realizing this, everyone was horrified.

This undoubtedly confirms that what many great figures throughout history have sought has become a reality.

That means there really is an "immortal" in this world.

The opponent resides outside of heaven and earth, blocking everyone's path to immortality.

Even someone like Wu Qinghe was not immune.

This fact filled everyone with despair.

However, some quick-witted individuals still harbored some expectations.

His gaze lingered on the figure in the green robe sitting cross-legged, scrutinizing him from afar.

This descendant of the Zhenhai lineage is also exceptionally talented.

With a single move, he annihilated the Immortal Mountain lineage.

The fear people had of her was no less than that of Wu Qinghe before.

Moreover, it seems that this Celestial Immortal also knows the other party?

They even value the other party more than Zhenhai!
"Your Majesty, it's been a long time!"

Is this meant for him?

Isn't the other person named Li Wushou?
Could it be that the other party is not a young man, but an old fellow who hides in the world like them?
On the other side, Wu Zhuangyuan was forced back by a gentle breeze from "Wu Qinghe".

Upon hearing this, his eyes suddenly turned bloodshot.

He had lost most of his reason at that moment!
As for who Huangtian was, he no longer cared.

All he knew was that Wu Qinghe's body had been taken over by "He".

The intense killing intent made even the Supreme Elders of the Innate Holy Sect surrounding them feel extremely uncomfortable. They quickly moved away, exclaiming in alarm:
"Holy Ruler!"

Wu Zhuangyuan slowly released the Immortal Lotus Venerable and walked towards the direction of "Wu Qinghe".

With each step he took, Wu Zhuangyuan felt a jolt throughout his body.

His momentum immediately rose a notch.

Wu Zhuangyuan comprehended the ultimate Yang pattern of the Ancestral Dragon, but he did not follow the path of the Ancestral Dragon's Yin-Yang order to create the world.

On the one hand, he believed that his Yin-attribute talent was inferior to Qinghe's;
On the other hand, he always felt that this method was indeed the Great Way, but the fact that the First Emperor no longer existed in the world today meant that the First Emperor had ultimately failed.

Wu Zhuangyuan was unaware of the reasons and details.

He only wanted to find another way to provide support for Wu Qinghe.

So he voluntarily gave up the Ancestral Dragon Yang Pattern.

Based on the ancestral dragon's yang pattern, it establishes the path of extreme yang and opens up the inner world.

However, it is clearly impossible to provide Wu Qinghe with a safety net using this method.

Therefore, Wu Zhuangyuan created the "Nine Yang Method!"

In addition to the dantian, which evolved from the primordial chaos, Wu Zhuangyuan spent a thousand years opening nine acupoints within his body.

These nine acupoints exist independently outside the inner world and are entirely supported by one's own physical body.

He has accumulated power in these nine acupoints for over a thousand years.

With each step he took, Wu Zhuangyuan's acupoints were opened.

The violent power amplified his inner world, and even Wu Zhuangyuan's physical body found it difficult to withstand it. His already bloodied and mangled body began to crack again.

But Wu Zhuangyuan ignored everything and kept walking towards "Wu Qinghe".

"You who steal my woman's body, die!"

At the same time as the sound rang out, nine great suns simultaneously appeared in the sky, igniting the void.

Wu Zhuangyuan himself was like a sun that had fallen into the sky, so intense that people dared not look directly at him.

The next instant, Wu Zhuangyuan disappeared from his spot and rushed straight towards Wu Qinghe.

Upon seeing this, the Immortal Lotus Venerable behind him moved slightly, but then stopped.

The situation she feared most has finally come to pass!
She was always confident that her husband was no less capable than the Ancestor. The Ancestor's attempt to seize Qinghe's immortal destiny would inevitably fail.

But what if we were to face that Celestial Immortal who dwells above everyone else?

Even her own husband seemed powerless, didn't he?
This is also one of the fundamental reasons why Wu Zhuangyuan opposed Wu Qinghe's attempt to ascend to the celestial realm.

Wu Zhuangyuan never seemed to worry about his ancestor's problems.

The other party's concern is always that celestial being who exists only in legends and deductions.

But the Immortal Lotus Venerable was just gambling!
She bet that the Celestial Immortal was not in good condition; she bet that Qinghe was exceptionally talented; she bet that the Forbidden Immortal's opportunity was unmatched.

Even if you lose the bet, it's just death.

In this world, everyone dies sooner or later. What difference does it make whether you die sooner or later?
She thought she had seen through the essence of things and could face everything calmly.

But when he actually saw the moment he lost the bet, the Immortal Lotus Venerable still felt a pang of regret.

Looking at Wu Zhuangyuan's resolute back and Qinghe's indifferent eyes, the Immortal Lotus Venerable showed a hint of sorrow.

Somewhat dejected, he stood there, muttering to himself:
"Let's die together!"

Just then, Wu Qinghe glanced at Wu Zhuangyuan, but then quickly looked away.

His expression remained unchanged, and he continued to calmly face Li Wushou.

It seems like a memory, yet it also seems like a sigh.

Wu Qinghe continued, talking to herself:

"After many years, Heaven still has discerning eyes."

These young people are truly exceptionally talented, perhaps even as good as you and me back then.

But you know, you and I are different.

"How much trouble can these young people stir up?"

As she spoke, "Wu Qinghe" slowly raised her arm and pointed in the direction of Wu Zhuangyuan.

A buzzing sound resounded throughout the heavens and earth. In the direction that Wu Qinghe pointed, all paths along the way retreated, and even the void itself kept retreating, instantly forming a vacuum zone.

Turning slightly towards Wu Zhuangyuan, "Wu Qinghe" murmured softly:
"His path is still within the realm of heaven and earth; no matter how strong he is, how could he possibly harm me?"

As the murmurs faded, the Nine Suns above Wu Zhuangyuan's head suddenly flickered, like a faint candle flame about to go out.

Wu Zhuangyuan's brow furrowed, and his burly body suddenly became thin, with a large amount of blood energy rising from his body and pouring into Jiuyang.

With a killing intent, Jiuyang ignited its blood flames and stabilized itself once more.

Gazing intently at "Wu Qinghe," the top scholar Wu cried out in anguish:

"I am indeed within the universe, but my will can slay immortals!"

Because of his comprehension of the Ancestral Dragon Yang Pattern, Wu Zhuangyuan quietly took half a step towards the end of the ultimate path.

With a swift movement, he broke through the vacuum barrier in front of "Wu Qinghe".

With the Nine Yangs empowering him, Wu Zhuangyuan's right arm shattered instantly, but the scattered flesh and blood merged with the Nine Yangs, transforming into a blood-red arm that punched "Wu Qinghe" through the air.

Wu Qinghe frowned slightly and reached out her palm to meet the attack.

"Thump!"
The moment their fists clashed, Wu Zhuangyuan's blood-red arm vanished.

The one-armed figure coughed up blood and staggered backward.

The forbidden immortal realm cracked open as he stepped on it.

Wu Qinghe took two steps back, and with a flick of her sleeve, the intense heat gradually subsided.

The moment she stood still, "Wu Qinghe" raised her hand.

Looking down, the palm was charred black.

The cracked lines on his arm flashed by.

Wu Qinghe's expression was indifferent as she murmured softly:
"I really like this body, but it was almost ruined!"

As she spoke, Wu Qinghe suddenly looked up and gazed in Li Wushou's direction.

"Since you, Emperor, are still unwilling to show yourself, then let's get rid of these youngsters and catch up with you later."

Immediately afterwards, Wu Qinghe focused her gaze on Wu Zhuangyuan for the first time with seriousness.

Said word by word:

My name is Cang!

"The Heaven and Earth Society will remember the glory of your death at our hands!"

(End of this chapter)