Honghuang Taihuang

Chapter 45 The Fierce Man, Tiger Ancestor Tianxu

Taiwei studied the golden bridge carefully once again. After completely refining it, Taiwei directly drew over another of his Dao Fruits and fused it with the golden bridge as its core.

Thus, in just 100,000 years, Taiwei has obtained three great treasures of heaven and earth that are sufficient to support his own Dao fruit. Although he was very happy, Taiwei also felt that something was wrong. His luck seemed to be too good lately.

However, after deducing the secrets of heaven, Taiwei found no problems. He shook his head, put the matter aside for the time being, and slapped the golden bridge in front of him with his right hand.

The massive dragon vein reef trembled violently at this moment. Amidst the surging lava, the corpses of hundreds of red-scaled dragons that had been slain by the white tiger were successively swallowed by the lava.

The majestic dragon vein of heaven and earth slowly sank into the lava, and the golden bridge it carried disappeared from Taiwei's sight along with the surging waves of lava.

"With the dragon vein shielding it from the secrets of heaven, it shouldn't be discovered by others."

Taiwei Divine Sense sensed the dragon vein islands gradually merging into the ancestral dragon vein and felt relieved. The dragon veins of heaven and earth were the most precious treasures of the primordial world, evolved from the essence of Panhuang in the past.

The Golden Bridge now roams the primordial world along with the dragon veins. Even Taiwei himself cannot know where the Golden Bridge is now. As a result, even the Taiyi Great Being who created the Golden Bridge cannot find it.

Finally, after erasing all of its own energy, Taiwei transformed into a stream of light and slowly left Tian'e Lake.

While Taiwei was wandering in the Western Regions, on a great river no more than 30 million miles away from Taiwei, a tall, thin man with long hair flowing down his back and a fierce face was looking at the young man holding two swords in front of him with a bored expression.

The vicious man slung a seven-foot-long sword over his shoulder and beckoned to the pale-faced young man with twin swords in front of him with his left hand.

"Hurry up and make your move, there'll be another one after you're done with this one."

The hoarse, rough voice revealed absolute confidence, and the young man wielding two swords felt greatly humiliated, his face turning red.

A powerful aura erupted from his entire body, and the great river beneath the swordsman surged with waves. The two swords, entwined with two dragons, shone with an extremely dazzling brilliance, tearing through the pale golden spiritual energy that kept appearing in front of the ferocious man.

Tear!!

Spots of blood slowly seeped from the vicious man's chest. The young man with two swords was overjoyed at the sight, but the next moment, a large hand ignored the sharpness of the two swords and grabbed them in its palm.

Drops of blood seeped out, and the vicious man looked at the incredulous young man before him, scoffing, "Another piece of trash."

The vicious man gripped the two divine swords that were constantly radiating sharpness with his left hand. Countless Geng and Xin metal energies burst out between his five fingers, causing numerous cracks to appear on the two divine swords. He raised the seven-foot-long knife in his right palm high.

In the next instant, a golden slash tore through the surging waves and sunlight in front of the youth, spraying out a large amount of blood. The youth, who had been cut in half from between his eyebrows, slowly fell onto the turbulent river.

The vicious man rested his long sword on his shoulder once more, looking boredly at the young man who was now completely dead beneath him. Sensing another coordinate appearing in his mind, he scoffed, "Boring."

On Taiwei's side, after leaving the lake bottom where the Golden Bridge was located, he was restless, as if a calamity was following him like a shadow. No matter what methods Taiwei used, he could not suppress this feeling, and his face gradually turned cold.

"It's quite obvious. First, they borrowed my luck, then they intercepted it. It seems someone is plotting against me. They first weakened my luck by using several treasures of heaven and earth, and then connected a calamity with my depleted luck. Only a powerful being at the Taiyi realm could have done this."

Taiwei's divine sense circled around his body. Looking at the extremely thin purple aura on his body, he frowned. His aura had now dropped to its lowest point.

The successive acquisition of the three treasures—the Ink Stone Gourd, the Divine Monkey's Giant Egg, and the Azure Profound Golden Bridge—has greatly depleted Taiwei's fortune. Now, Taiwei is most vulnerable to calamities, or rather, someone has already brought a calamity upon him.

As for who this person was, Taiwei first thought of Zixiao, who had a fragment of the Creation Lotus taken from him, and then of the unknown Taiyi realm expert who had rescued Beiqing before.

However, compared to this person, Taiwei prefers Zixiao. Taiwei genuinely dislikes Zixiao. If that powerful Taiyi cultivator related to Beiqing wanted to scheme against Taiwei, the timing wouldn't match up.

However, if it were Zi Xiao, everything would be normal. His abnormal luck occurred after he seized the fragment of the Creation Lotus.

Just as Taiwei was starting to figure things out, a sudden feeling of unease spread throughout his body. Looking at the dark purple aura of tribulation that was instantly expanding and spreading around him, Taiwei's expression turned solemn.

This calamity aura appeared extremely rapidly and was incredibly vast, almost suppressing all of Taiwei's luck.

At the same time, Taiwei's own energy was also affected. Between the flow of Yin and Yang, a Taiji diagram with black and white fish swimming appeared between Taiwei's eyebrows, suppressing the restless energy in Taiwei's body.

Taiwei's expression turned solemn as he gazed at the undisguised, raging aura in the southeast that had dyed half the sky golden. Such an aura far surpassed that of a Golden Immortal.

"So it's you, kid."

With his long, messy hair cascading down his back, the fierce man carrying a seven-foot-long sword looked at Taiwei in front of him and idly flicked the sword in his hand.

With a slash to his side, a violent golden light tore through the earth beside the vicious man, and the raging storm and countless golden streaks of light blew away and shattered towering mountains.

"It's still a bit too strong."

As the vicious man looked at the destruction caused by his single strike, his aura contracted considerably once again.

In Taiwei's eyes, the fierce man's aura had dropped from the Taiyi realm to the Golden Immortal realm, or even the early stage of the Golden Immortal realm. Although it was still full of invincible power, it was already within Taiwei's acceptable range.

"How could Zixiao influence Tianxu? How did he do that?"

Looking at the fierce man before him, Taiwei naturally knew who he was: Tianxu, the second ancestor of the White Tiger Royal Family. His fearsome reputation even surpassed that of Tiger Ancestor Baiju, and he was also recognized by many powerful figures in the prehistoric world as a battle maniac.

(End of this chapter)