Chapter 1592: Wushang vs. Tianyang Wuzhu!

Chapter 1592: Wu Shang vs. Tian Yang Wu Zhu!

Zhou Zhan's face was strange.

The shadow of Huangquan's will had no awareness of the odd expression on Zhou Zhan's face.

To the three of them, it spoke slowly:

"To obtain the inheritance and treasures I have left behind, there is only one method."

"That is..."

"Victor takes the throne!"

"From this point forward, you three will engage in an unlimited battle."

"Who survives will claim everything I have left behind!"

The shadow of Huangquan's will spoke indifferently.

"It's truly that simple and crude."

"But I like it."

Zhou Zhan stroked his chin, thinking.

Upon hearing this, Wu Shang turned to look at Zhou Zhan and Tian Yang Wu Zhu, his face blooming into a fierce, murderous smile.

Only Tian Yang Wu Zhu and his subordinates grew still, their expressions darkening.

This method of testing was the last thing they wanted to see—especially for Tian Yang Wu Zhu, who was already severely wounded. It was a terrible omen.

After all, his strength had diminished now, and he could no longer stand a chance against Wu Shang and the Celestial Sovereign of the People.

"Lord of the Yellow Springs Will!"

Tian Yang Wu Zhu suddenly pointed at Wu Shang. "This man is an enemy of the Hollow Clan. Are you truly going to let him participate in your inheritance selection?"

The moment those words were spoken.

Zhou Zhan turned to Tian Yang Wu Zhu, then to Wu Shang.

And then he realized—after hearing Tian Yang Wu Zhu's words, Wu Shang didn't show any alarm at all. Instead, a calm, composed smile spread across his face.

As if he were utterly unafraid of the consequences that would follow from what Tian Yang Wu Zhu had just said.

Zhou Zhan felt a bad intuition rise within him.

Indeed.

He saw Huang Quan's will glance at Tian Yang Wu Zhu with a faint, distant gaze, and say, "I shall make my own decision."

Tian Yang Wu Zhu's heart sank.

Fury nearly boiled over, threatening to burst forth.

What was Huang Quan's will up to now?

Is this to hand over one's inheritance to one's own enemy?

He had originally intended, even if he might not prevail against these two, to leave the inheritance to the Celestial Sovereign of the People, not to this being from the Realm of Illusion, Wu Shang.

Yet now it seemed clear that he could no longer alter the course of events.

Zhou Zhan also found himself pondering.

Could the Will of the Underworld truly possess some hidden strategy, one that would not allow the Clan of Illusion to claim the inheritance and treasures left behind by Him?

Some conjectures stirred within his mind.

By now,

no matter what thoughts lingered in Zhou Zhan's or Tian Yang Wu Zhu's hearts, they could not stop Wu Shang from entering the contest for the inheritance.

Soon,

a dull, yellowish aura suddenly emerged from beneath the silhouette of the Will of the Underworld, forming a yellowish light shield that enveloped the entire platform.

Then the Will of Huangquan spoke:

"This arena shall be the stage for your upcoming battle."

"You may bring your subordinates into combat, but no more than twenty in number, and each subordinate's maximum power shall not exceed a Third-Rank Supreme God."

"This arena contains infinite space—ample enough for you to maneuver and overcome your foes."

"The one who survives to the end shall become the new Master of the Huangquan Domain!"

"Go."

And with that, the Will of Huangquan fell silent.

"Ha ha ha!"

"Let you all witness the combat prowess of my King, Wushang!"

Wu Shang glanced disdainfully at Zhou Zhan and Tian Yang Wuzhu, as if gazing upon two already defeated subordinates.

He laughed loudly, and immediately led twenty Supreme Deities of the Void Illusion Clan into the arena, then extended a provocatively mocking finger gesture toward Zhou Zhan and Tian Yang Wuzhu.

Seeing this, Zhou Zhan paid no mind to the foolhardy provocation, nor did he join the flight into the arena. Instead, he turned his gaze to Tian Yang Wuzhu and asked:

"Are you going up onto the stage?"

"Hmph! It's none of your business!"

Tian Yang Wuzhu replied coldly, then produced a pill radiating thick, primordial yellow-violet energy, and swallowed it whole.

Nine Saints' Yellow-Orange Pill!

Zhou Zhan's brow arched.

This pill was no ordinary thing.

It was said to be a pseudo-Supreme Will pill, capable only of being concocted by those who had attained the realm of Supreme Will.

The highest deities and beings beneath the highest divine rank, upon consuming this elixir, will instantly recover from even the most severe injuries. For the following year, should any of them suffer a fatal wound, the residual power of the Jiuling Xuanhuang Elixir will save them once—repeatedly, nine times in total. After these nine salvations, the elixir's power will vanish, ceasing to offer any further life-saving benefits.

In essence, one Jiuling Xuanhuang Elixir provides nearly ten life-saving opportunities for a highest deity or any being beneath that rank. This efficacy surpasses even the self-defense capabilities of Qingqiu’s nine-tailed fox.

The only two drawbacks are that this elixir only functions upon beings at or below the highest divine level, while the total value of its ingredients could instead produce multiple elixirs of the Supreme Will Realm. On a cost-benefit ratio, it is remarkably poor.

Yet, if a Supreme Will Realm entity seeks to protect and safeguard their juniors, the Jiuling Xuanhuang Elixir becomes the ultimate choice.

Generally speaking, only the wealthiest Supreme Will Realm masters—or even entire factions of such power—would craft this elixir for the cherished heirs they hold dear.

Thinking of this,

Zhou Zhan couldn't help but sigh in admiration.

This Tian Yang Wu Zhu, indeed, was no ordinary descendant of the Sun Emperor—his depth and mastery far surpassed that of any other Supreme Deity.

Even with his current power, he might at most craft a hundred or eighty Nine-Saint Pyro-Verdant Pills.

Yet, himself, lacking both a divine recipe and the transcendent will of a Supreme Alchemist, could not possibly succeed—no matter how vast the raw materials.

As Zhou Zhan pondered this, a spark ignited within him.

Perhaps he could collaborate with this Tian Yang Wu Zhu.

The high-tier materials he possessed were vast and idle if stored away—why not use them as leverage? By exchanging them, he could have the Sun Divine Court produce a hundred or eighty Nine-Saint Pyro-Verdant Pills for himself and his subordinates.

That would grant his self and his subordinates another means of immortality.

And thus, he would be prepared for unforeseen circumstances where the previous resurrection methods failed.

Tianyang Wuzhu naturally had no idea what Zhou Zhan was thinking inside his mind.

Seeing him staring at himself with an inexplicable expression in his eyes, Tianyang snapped angrily, "What are you looking at?"

"Looking at Tianyang Prince, so noble in form and grace, unbothered by trivialities, daring to sacrifice for great causes—I cannot help but feel profound admiration."

Zhou Zhan launched out a perfectly polished compliment.

After all, this would soon become a cooperative relationship—better to cultivate goodwill early on.

The multiverse across the nine realms wasn't just about battles and slaughter; it was also about human relationships and etiquette.

When Tianyang Wuzhu heard Zhou Zhan's words, he was momentarily stunned.

If Zhou Zhan had said this to him before he killed the demonic embryo, Tianyang would have immediately sensed insincerity, a blatant flattery that wasted the immense prestige of both the Supreme Emperor of the People and the Reserve Supreme Commander.

But now, Zhou Zhan bore the record of having slain the demonic embryo—a feat even Tianyang himself might never have accomplished. To be praised by such a powerful being, his heart swelled with a subtle sense of pride. His gaze toward Zhou Zhan, once cold and sharp, now carried a little less frost.

He spoke solemnly, "We face a common enemy. We must stand united and work together."

"What is one Nine-Heaven Primordial Yellow Pill to me? As long as you capture this Wu-Shang, I'll give you one."

As he spoke the last words, there was a sharp, bitter edge to his voice.

Every wound upon his body had been inflicted by the other's fists and feet.

Every time he thought of it, a deep shame surged through him.

Zhou Zhan's lips twitched slightly.

Who needed a single Nine-Heaven Primordial Yellow Pill?

He'd need hundreds, thousands—perhaps even tens of thousands—of them!

"How long are you two going to waste chatting? Come on, get over here and let me kill you!"

On the other side,

Wu-Shang, looking deeply displeased, snapped, as he watched the two of them talk for so long.

After speaking, He turned to the phantom image of the Yellow Abyss Will, only to find that the Yellow Abyss Will's phantom image was likewise squinting with a vacant gaze—immediately making Him even more displeased.

Yet at this moment, He could only endure.

"Enough chatter!"

After consuming the Nine-Emperor Pyro-Primordial Pill, Tianyang Wuzhu's confidence had returned significantly, and he immediately snapped back, glaring at the other.

"An underdog."

Wu Shang snarled with a cruel smile. "Even if your current state is fully restored, you still won't stand a chance against me."

"I advise you—just withdraw now, and spare yourself another death."

"Your pill probably doesn't have a second one, does it?"

Tianyang Wuzhu said nothing.

Indeed, he had no second Nine-Emperor Pyro-Primordial Pill.

Once he stepped onto this arena and was killed by the other, there would be no turning back for him.

But...

The pride of the Sun Emperor's lineage would not allow Him to retreat!

He sneered, summoning twenty Supreme Deities and charging straight into the arena, engaging in battle with Wusu.

Zhou Zhan saw this and exhaled softly, following suit and summoning twenty Supreme Deities to enter the arena as well.

Yet he did not immediately join the fight—facing a three-way confrontation—he instead stationed his subordinates at the periphery, quietly observing.

The Concept Deity's power is indeed troublesome.

Until he fully understands the root of the other's immortality, he would not recklessly plunge in and waste his strength.

...

Meanwhile.

"Divine Yang Bathing the Sky!!"

Tianyang Wuzhu roared, charging skyward and transforming into a miniature sun star, radiating endless light and heat. From around the edges of this newly formed sun, an infinite torrent of meteoric fire rain shot forth, descending like a deluge, all converging to strike Wuxiang.

In an instant,

Wuxiang was reduced to mere bones by the relentless barrage of meteoric fire rain. His skeletal frame was unnaturally grotesque—no longer resembling a human, but rather a haphazard heap of bones, like discarded bone refuse piled haphazardly together.

Yet even such a pile of bone refuse was now violently regenerating flesh, restoring itself to normal within less than a second.

Wuxiang paid no heed to the agony of his wounds, nor to the ceaseless downpour of meteoric fire rain, nor to the unceasing light and heat from above.

Under these relentless attacks, he continuously regenerated flesh and then was struck down again, dying and rising anew, as if utterly indifferent. With a mad grin, he brandished his pair of bone blades and charged toward Tianyang Wuzhu.

Zhou Zhan saw this and his brow furrowed slightly.

His perception was exceptionally acute.

Thus, at first glance, it became evident that this Wu-Shang, amid continuous flesh-and-blood regeneration and severe injuries nearly driving him to death, had consumed not a single unit of external energy.

This defies the very law of energy conservation.

Even within their cultivation system, gods required external energy to create things from nothing—energy and matter had to be converted through such expenditure.

And even more terrifying was the fact that:

Zhou Zhan could feel, at this very moment, that the other party had not yet fully activated their Concept God abilities.

Yet, merely through the derived and supplementary capabilities of their Concept God powers, they had already accomplished such an absurd feat.

"Concept God system..."

"Absolutely beyond comprehension."

Zhou Zhan thought, stroking his chin.

At this very moment, he even desired to become a Concept God himself.

The alluring power of this unique, transcendent civilization, no practitioner or deity could resist.

It's no wonder so many deities long to journey into the Illusory Great World.

Beyond the desire to ascend to higher realms, they yearn to witness the scenery beyond their own cultivation civilization.

At this moment,

Tianyang Wuzhu also observed the other's injuries steadily healing.

His expression darkened.

Yet there was no surprise.

He had already encountered this individual's tactics many times before.

This was merely the beginning.

"Tianyang Sacred Fire Strike!"

Tianyang Wuzhu swept his right hand, and the miniature solar star behind him abruptly shrank countless times, transforming into a fiery-red bead the size of a palm that floated within his hand.

Though the bead was visibly minute, it radiated a terrifying, awe-inspiring might.

Even the surrounding space bore faint signs of fracturing.

Tianyang Wuzhu’s crimson hair whipped wildly about him, giving him the aura of an unexampled divine sovereign!

Zhou Zhan felt a pang of surprise at the sight.

This arena space was created by a powerhouse of the Supreme Will Realm, capable of accommodating battles between combatants of that supreme level.

Yet, Tianyang Wuzhu was actually able to shatter the space here relying solely on his own methods?

This Tianyang Wushang was originally a quasi-Supreme Will Realm expert, and when paired with the heritage and legacy from the Solar Divine Court, he unexpectedly carried a faint hint of the elegance of a Supreme Will Realm powerhouse.

"Wushang!"

"Taste the power of my Heavenly Sun Sacred Fire Strike!"

Tianyang Wu roared in fury.

And then he saw the Tianyang Sacred Pearl in his hand suddenly erupting a column of blazing crimson fire.

The column shot straight forward, aiming directly at Wuxiang.

Wuxiang's pupils contracted—trying to dodge, but he couldn’t.

Shh!

He was instantly struck by Tianyang’s sacred flame, his entire divine form swallowed by the blinding brilliance of the fire.

Zhou Zhan saw this and his brow furrowed.

Wuxiang’s aura… had vanished?

Was he dead?!

So simple?

Tianyang Wuzhu showed not the slightest sign of surprise.

He fixed his gaze upon the exact spot where Wushang had been struck.

A moment passed, and then a voice emerged from the flames.

"Ha ha."

"Interesting."

"But I am unharmed, ha ha ha..."

Amidst the laughter, a figure materialized from the fire, emerging from nothingness.

He stepped forward slowly.

It was Wushang himself!

At this moment, the final traces of burns upon his body had fully healed, and he appeared as though he had never endured the celestial fire from Tianyang at all.

"That move just now was interesting."

"Are there any other new tactics?"

Wu Shang laughed carelessly and without restraint.

"Enough for you!"

Tian Yang Wu Zhu stared coldly, unleashing a string of attacks each possessing the power of a single fragment of Supreme Will.

Yet these attacks, though capable of reducing Wu Shang to nothing but bones, eventually faded, and after a moment, he rose again, whole and unharmed.

"That trick is decent, but nothing special—I’m back up again."

...

"Ha ha ha! I’ve risen again, unscathed! The Fifth Prince of the Sun God Court, are you really that weak?"

...

"Your tactics have been exhausted, yet I remain unharmed."

...

"Some triviality— I'm perfectly fine, really. If you don't come up with something truly special, I'm going to intervene, you understand?"

...

Meanwhile.

After one relentless wave upon another, Tianyang Wuzhu's eyes grew increasingly incredulous, eventually turning into utter despair.

Yet Zhou Zhan seemed to have spotted something—his eyes grew brighter and brighter.