God Emperor

Crone Qushan agreed to go to Warsoul Star with Zhang Ruochen.

The Fairy of Tianchu was walking beside Zhang Ruochen. “How did you persuade Crone Qushan? She is such an eccentric and suspicious person,” she could not help but ask.

“It’s a secret,” said Zhang Ruochen with a smile.

“Thank you,” she whispered, creasing her brow and stopped asking.

“Why thank me suddenly?”

It just felt weird when he heard the Fairy of Tianchu saying that.

“You know what I am talking about.”

The Fairy of Tianchu shot a glance at him, then faded into a streak of light and disappeared from his field of vision.

But he was none the wiser. For him, getting Crone Qushan to come was a matter of course. He did this not entirely because of her. He just could not bear to see Infernal Court cultivators invaded and took Luoshui as their own territory.

Out of the eight great elders of the Tianchu Civilization, four were staying put on Nine Carol Star. The other four followed the Fairy of Tianchu, flying out of the planet and taking the 14th Prince’s white-jade sacred ship to hurry toward Warsoul Star.

Of the many powerful cultivators onboard the white-jade sacred ship, over twenty of them were Nine-Step Saint Kings. Each was overlord of their respective regions.

…

Standing far ahead in the distance were three figures in the center of a stealth array that had completely blended in with the seawater and the air above.

These three figures were none other than Mr. Godcliff, Drifter, and Wayfarer.

Drifter and Wayfarer had fully recovered from their injuries. Not only that, their cultivation base had increased tremendously, their auras soaring like towering mountains and unfathomable as the ancient sea.

They were quietly observing the white-jade sacred ship sailing toward Warsoul Star.

Mr. Godcliff looked pale. “You took the Path of Merit Pill and attained the Precept Domain cultivation realm. Capturing the Fairy of Tianchu shouldn’t be a problem with such level of strength.”

“We owe you our lives, Mr. Godcliff. If not, the two of us would have been dead in Eastern Region Holy City,” said Drifter.

“You had only two Path of Merit Pills, which are priceless. We owe you a great debt of gratitude, Mr. Godcliff,” said Wayfarer.

He then changed the conversation. “But there are four elders of the Tianchu Civilization always stay by the Fairy’s side. I can see that they are formidable opponents. It is not capture her.”

Mr. Godcliff coughed a couple of times.

Because he hurt his saint heart, his recovery was not as speedy as Drifter and Wayfarer. His strength had yet recovered to its peak.

“Don’t worry, we will not clash with them head on, but lying in wait for the best opportunity. They must be going to kill Blood Wasp Ashuran King in Warsoul Star. It is going to be a brutal battle. We can just wait until they finished killing each other, only then we emerge to finish them off,” said Mr. Godcliff.

The Fairy of Tianchu, Dizu Prince, the 14th Prince, Shiqing Shenzi and others had landed on Warsoul Star.

Massive craters covered the planet, and in each crater was a corpse.

These dead bodies were the cultivators of Dizu Prince and the 14th Prince. They all had died.

Dizu Prince had sent over a hundred golden-armored imperial guards. Each of them was a Saint King, yet none of them survived. Dizu Prince was furious, his eyes bloodshot.

How was he going to answer to the divine emperor and empress when he was back to Dizu Divine Dynasty?

The 14th Prince had found Ling Tong, one of his most powerful men with an almost-Precept-Domain-level cultivation base. He had now become a corpse, his face contorting, body filled with holes. He must have died a painful death.

“Blood Wasp Ashuran King must die. This man is Celestial Court’s grave threat.”

The mild smile disappeared from his face, replaced by a grimly murderous look.

What Blood Wasp Ashuran King did was too horrible; he single-handedly wiped out the forces of Dizu Prince and the 14th Prince, striking fear in the heart of even the Precept Domain-realm elites.

But since they had the number, they were not afraid and still heading toward the polar region.

The one who looked melancholy was Xian Gongming.

Back at Warsoul Star, he had made every attempt trying to get away but did not get a chance; Zhang Ruochen and Li Miaohan were monitoring him.

When he arrived at Warsoul Star and saw dead bodies were all over the place, he was even more wary.

“They are heroes of Dizu Divine Dynasty, we shouldn’t let their bodies exposed in the wilderness. Let me bury them now,” said Xian Gongming.

Zhang Ruochen went over to him. “We should gather our strength to kill Blood Wasp Ashuran King now. As soon as Blood Wasp Ashuran King dies, you will have time to bury them. No rush.”

Just when Xian Gongming was thinking of rebutting, Dizu Prince chimed in.

“Kill Blood Wasp Ashuran King first; leave this to another time.”

Dizu Prince could not be angrier. How he wished he could kill Blood Wasp Ashuran King right now. He would not allow Xian Gongming to leave.

Xian Gongming could do nothing about it. Not that he had to obey what Dizu Prince said. If he left now, he would become a laughingstock in the whole of Celestial Court.

Not to mention that Li Ruohan was following him everywhere. It was impossible for him to leave with no one knowing.

There was a stone pillar at the polar region of Warsoul Star. Standing at millions of feet tall, it looked like a weapon of god and a divine mountain propping up heaven and earth.

If laid horizontally, it would measure thousands of miles long.

Chained on the stone pillar was a gigantic, strange beast. It was half the size of Warsoul Star, dead, but the air that it emitted was suffocating.

The closer they got to the polar region, the more horrible the air of the gigantic beast and stone pillar.

When Crone Qushan saw that gigantic beast, her expression looked grave as if she was deep in thought.

“Master Quchan, are you all right?” asked White Zhuque.

Crone Qushan’s attitude toward Black Phoenix and White Zhuque was gentle. “If I am not wrong, that giant beast is a demigod beast, the Celestial Gator.”

Black Phoenix was shocked. “The Celestial Gator? Legend has it that the Celestial Gator were roaming around the universe, feeding on planets that contained spiritual Qi. It didn’t belong to the Celestial or Infernal Court. How did it end up dead here in the Kunlun Realm?”

“Died in the Kunlun Realm?”

Crone Qushan shook her head. “The Celestial Gator has only been dead for a few hundred years. No gods in the Kunlun Realm could have killed it a few hundred years ago.”

“That means the Celestial Gator only fell to this place after it was killed?” asked White Zhuque.

“Even if this was the case, who chained it on the stone pillar? By the looks of things, there are a lot of secrets in Luoshui,” said Crone Qushan.

At 250 miles from the polar region, an invisible force was suppressing all the cultivators. They could not even summon one tenth of their strength.

What made Zhang Ruochen uneasy was the dense dimension here. It was making tearing the dimension or performing a Dimensional Shift extremely difficult.

“Look! A field of flowers!”

“My gosh, that are the sacred herbs, Haiku Flowers. All of them have lived for over thirty-thousand years, some even over seventy- or eighty-thousand years.”

“Let’s collect them. Consuming the sacred herbs of Warsoul Star could increase the Precepts in the body and speed up cultivation.”

A group of cultivators rushed toward the field of flowers.

“Be careful of those sacred herbs; they are aggressive,” warned Zhang Ruochen.

But no one listened.

They were elite cultivators and confident that they could handle those sacred herbs.

A Six-Step Saint King took the lead and lunged into the field of flowers, aiming his eyes on a 80,000-year-old Haiku Flower with excitement. “This Haiku Flower will make me attain Seven-Step Saint Kinghood in no time.”

A rusty saber suddenly flew out of the ground and cut that Six-Step Saint King into half, his body flung into the air.

The hand holding the saber was rotten with bones exposed on the thumbnail and index finger.

The next moment, a rotten corpse wearing broken body armor climbed out of the ground in the field of flowers and slashed another cultivator who came into the field of flowers in half with the rusty saber.

The rotten corpse emitted a strong, disgusting dead air.

“It is a corpse king!”

“A trap! It must be a trap! Run!”

…

The air of that rotten corpse frightened the cultivators. They were scrambling to flee the field of flowers.

More rotten corpses climbed out of the ground in the field of flower. Each of them was a corpse king, their bodies emitting a strong corpse smell as they harvested the lives of those cultivators.

Zhang Ruochen had never been to the polar region of Warsoul Star, but Ji Fanxin did, and she had told him about the situation there. Some sacred herbs were controlling a large number of corpses, making them extremely aggressive.

It was possible that a sacred herb was controlling those corpse kings in the field of flower.

Xian Gongming, the subordinate of Dizu Prince, and a Precept Domain-realm elder of Shiqing Shenzi, hurried over and suppressed those few dozen corpse kings.

Roar!

The corpse king wielding the rusty saber roared, its body emitting a bone-chilling cold wave as it summoned the might of a Supreme Saint.

That Precept Domain-realm elder of Shiqing Shenzi was flying back out and slashed in the right shoulder, leaving behind a long cut wound.

“Not good! That is a corpse king formed by a dead, Neverwilt-Realm Supreme King.”

Neverwilt Realm was the first realm of Supreme Sainthood that signified immortality of the body.

A corpse king with an immortal body and the remnant power of a Supreme Saint was definitely a terrifying killing machine that even ordinary Precept Domain-realm elites wanted to avoid.

What was puzzling was that since there was immortality, why did its body still rot so horribly?

“Keep calm, everyone! That thing might used to be a Supreme Saint, but it is dead. It may not be our match.”

The Fairy of Tianchu was cool, calm, and collected, unintimidated by the might of the Supreme Saint. She brought her Four Great Elders and lunged toward the field of flowers. Each of them struck out a sacred artifact at the Supreme-Saint corpse king.

The Fairy of Tianchu performed a Rain Sword, binding the Supreme-Saint corpse king as if she was using a chain.

But as sharp as her Rain Sword was, it could not cut into the skin of the Supreme-Saint corpse king. Remember Rain Sword was something not even Crone Qushan dared to take on with her body.