Chapter 462: I Am the Envoy of the Human Emperor Hall!

Chapter 462: I am the Envoy... of the Human Emperor's Palace!

Within the wondrous lands of Huayue, the sounds of pursuit echoed ceaselessly.

The prodigies of Guiyutian brandished their Ten Thousand Soul Banners, the yin energy cold and murderous, like the wailing of myriad ghosts.

"Blood-Robe, if you have the ability, stop running!"

"You can't even compare to a single hair on Black Sword's head!"

These pursuers were thoroughly exasperated.

Even as they accelerated, even burning their own essence blood, they simply could not catch up to Blood-Robe, always feeling as though they were just a fraction of an inch away.

At this moment, one prodigy sent a divine transmission.

"Our curses lack venom; they are too weak to make him stop. Will some brave soul step forward... to follow Fang Xue's example?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the prodigies fell into a collective silence.

After an indeterminate silence, a prodigy finally replied.

"Our enemy is him. What does this have to do with his mother? Do not involve the innocent!"

"Indeed, to insult his mother is truly beneath our dignity!"

The prodigies discussed fervently among themselves.

Little did they know, their voices fell entirely into Qi Yuan's ears.

"As expected, even wicked men sometimes possess a fleeting flash of human kindness."

"However, it is still because they fear me, because they dread me!"

"If everyone were like this, why worry about the ethos of the cultivation world not being corrected?"

"Therefore, heads must still roll in rivers of blood; only then will they feel fear and refrain from foul language!"

"Indeed, wherever reform takes place, how can there be no bloodshed?"

Qi Yuan now possessed a clearer understanding of this world.

Regrettably, his current strength was far too weak, being merely at the Violet Palace realm.

The corrupted customs of the cultivation world were still difficult for him to overturn at present.

"Still too weak. If I were as powerful as that grand figure from Taihuang Palace, how could I have carelessly lost my mother?"

Qi Yuan could not help but sigh with emotion.

Pitiful, weak, and helpless, the life he led was truly too tragic.

……

"What a bunch of useless trash. Dozens against one, and yet they haven't settled it after so long!"

Heavenly Venerable Lican swept his gaze toward the Huayue wondrous lands, a hint of dissatisfaction laced within his eyes.

The younger generation of Guiyutian was becoming increasingly sparse, failing to bridge the gap between generations.

In fact, they were simply falling apart.

For instance, Guiyutian would plot to assassinate the prodigies of the Black Demon Abyss, such as Black Sword or Blood-Robe.

The Black Demon Abyss was infuriated, but they had never thought to retaliate by assassinating Guiyutian's prodigies.

Because... within Guiyutian, there was simply no prodigy worthy of being taken seriously.

"Such waste, living in this world, squandering the sect's resources; it would be better for them to enter my Ten Thousand Soul Banner." The words "Jie Jie Jie" were practically written all over Heavenly Venerable Lican's face.

And right at this moment, suddenly, a voice abruptly sounded in Heavenly Venerable Lican's ear.

"What you say makes sense. Living in the world is no different from living in a banner. This Nine-Fold Heaven, is it not itself an alternative kind of banner?"

The voice was detached and ethereal, much like an old friend's afternoon greeting.

For a moment, Heavenly Venerable Lican's thoughts were somewhat sluggish as he slowly nodded: "What you say makes sense."

Yet just as he spoke, his expression suddenly shifted drastically, his inner vigilance reaching its absolute peak.

"Who are you? How did you appear so suddenly?"

Heavenly Venerable Lican looked over, only to see that the originally gloomy sky had turned blood-red at some unknown point.

His specific domain of heaven and earth had abruptly been enveloped by a blood-colored cage, severed and isolated from the Sixth Heaven.

Looking toward the source of the voice, he saw a colossal blood-colored shadow!

The giant shadow seemed ten thousand zhang high, mysterious and enchanting.

Its entire body was covered in fluid-like armor, as if fresh blood were silently flowing over it.

The spiked blood-crystals upon its shoulders were grim and bloody.

The blood-colored longsword in its hand carried a subtle, circulating aura that made anyone who looked at it feel as though their mind was losing sanity.

Behind him, he bore a broken flag upon his back.

The banner cloth was blood-red, tattered and worn, carrying an ancient aura.

The terrifying red-armored giant looked exactly as if he had walked out from the depths of hell.

Those exposed eyes seemed like a gaze peering out from purgatory.

Beholding this blood-red figure, Heavenly Venerable Lican inexplicably felt an aura of profound threat.

Then, a raspy yet indifferent voice drifted over.

"I am the Envoy... of the Human Emperor's Palace."

As this blood-colored figure spoke, his gaze seemed to pierce through ancient times, landing upon the Ten Thousand Soul Banner near Lican.

"At the primordial beginning of Chaos, before heaven and earth were split, the Human Emperor captured the Five Elements and forged them into the Human Emperor's Banner to suppress heaven and earth and defend against evil demons!

When the banner appears, all demons retreat, and ten thousand gods bow their heads!

Every banner in the mortal world belongs to the Human Emperor's Palace.

The Human Emperor does not die, though the inheritance has withered. For the open and upright Human Emperor's Banner to actually become a sinister... Ten Thousand Soul Banner, it is utterly laughable.

As the Envoy of the Human Emperor's Palace, I shall reclaim all soul banners under heaven to correct the path of the Dao!"

The voice was cold and merciless, carrying the aura of ancient times.

Hearing this, Heavenly Venerable Lican's head was filled with question marks.

The Human Emperor's Palace?

The Human Emperor's Banner?

What on earth was this?

Furthermore, the Human Emperor's Palace represents openness and uprightness?

The aura upon your body is cold, bizarre, and terrifying enough to make one shudder!

"Fellow Daoist, could there be a misunderstanding in this? I am a cultivator of Guiyutian!" Heavenly Venerable Lican gripped his Ten Thousand Soul Banner, his heart exceedingly anxious.

Trapped within this blood-colored cage, he was utterly unable to contact the outside world.

The connection between the Star Realm's stellar projection and him was severed, and his strength had diminished considerably.

Only by holding his lifebound artifact, the Ten Thousand Soul Banner, did he have a shred of confidence.

In his heart, he was intensely curious about the identity of this blood-colored figure.

"Cease your struggle; returning to the Human Emperor Banner is your only path to survival!"

The wind stirred, and the tattered, blood-red Human Emperor Banner flapped noisily.

The fearsome giant, wielding a blood-red longsword, strode step by step toward the Silkworm Celestial.

Thump!

Thump!

Thump!

Heaven and earth trembled.

The Silkworm Celestial seemed to hear the heartbeat of a colossal beast.

He gazed at the blood-colored giant shadow, his expression shifting abruptly: "What nonsense about a Human Emperor Hall—playing tricks and pretending to be divine—kill!"

With his words, the Ten Thousand Soul Banner suddenly unfurled.

In this blood-red expanse of heaven and earth, tens of thousands of densely packed ghostly souls abruptly appeared.

A yin wind howled, and ghostly energy thickened and spread.

An endless horde of ghosts surged toward the blood-colored giant shadow.

It was like a vast flock of birds charging at a colossal behemoth.

The blood-red figure, holding a blood-red longsword, spoke in a cold, merciless voice.

"One sword of the Human Emperor—heaven and earth weep with the gods!"

With that terrifying strike, a blood-red radiance flashed across heaven and earth.

Endless evil, greed, lust… permeated the air.

The Silkworm Celestial's mind wavered.

"This Human Emperor Hall is absolutely sinister—more so than my Ghost Dominion!"

In the aura of that sword, he sensed the ultimate evil of all living beings in the world—pure evil.

Envy, gluttony, greed, and so on.

This evil was far more intense than the myriad negative emotions within the Ten Thousand Soul Banner.

Now, he was beginning to agree that the Ten Thousand Soul Banner and the Human Emperor Banner were deeply connected.

The Silkworm Celestial, holding the Ten Thousand Soul Banner, wore a grim expression.

Because the wave of soul envoys he had just unleashed was all swept away by that blood-red sword strike.

"Daoist, the Sixth Heaven is no longer what it once was; in the Ghost Dominion, a Great Principle sits in command!" the Silkworm Celestial spoke, hoping to frighten the blood-colored figure into retreat.

"The Ten Thousand Ghost Soul Banner of the Ghost Dominion—I will personally come to claim it.

For now… you need only welcome death!"

The blood-red figure, sword in hand, did not resemble an immortal at all, but rather a mere martial warrior.

Yet even so, the Silkworm Celestial, who could devour an entire realm, still felt a terrifying and overwhelming threat.

"With my soul banner, I forge my true body!" Knowing that more words were useless, the Silkworm Celestial let out a great roar.

Having lost the connection to the Star Realm, he could not fully manifest the Dharma Body of the Yang God.

But the soul envoys within the Ten Thousand Soul Banner were enough to forge his true body.

Behold, within the blood-red cage, a colossal being appeared.

Its head touched the heavens, its feet trod the earth.

Could mere tens of thousands of zhang describe it?

The surrounding air and spiritual energy, as if drawn by a tremendous force, involuntarily converged toward him.

With the Dharma Body manifested, the Silkworm Celestial regained his fierce confidence.

He looked down at the tiny blood-colored figure, like a firefly, and an expression of disdain filled his eyes.

"Without attaining Principle, who wins and who loses remains unknown!"

He had not sensed the aura of Principle in his opponent.

Thus, the outcome was still uncertain.

A terrifying giant palm stirred the Ten Thousand Soul Banner.

It was like a towering god in the vast cosmos, wielding a banner to churn the sea of stars, about to crush a tiny warship.

But in the next instant, the Silkworm Celestial's expression changed abruptly.

A cold voice sounded in his ear.

"You know nothing of power!"

"You have lost all sense of justice!"

"The righteous path of heaven and earth—I guard it with my sword!"

"Kill!"

A mighty sword strike, devoid of any technique.

Like a single point of cold light, or a spark of fire, it suddenly expanded.

Even a grain of rice can shine!

A single spark can start a prairie fire!

Justice will prevail!

"Did no good deeds in life—repay heaven and earth after death!"

The power of the Myriad Dao War God was simple and direct, domineering and unreasonable.

Not to mention that Qi Yuan, at the twelfth layer of the *Ancestral Blood Art*, with merely the cultivation of the Myriad Dao War God, was infinitely close to the Great Principle.

That terrifying sword strike—even an ordinary Principle would struggle to withstand it.

Let alone a mere common Celestial Rank Yang God!

"Die!"

The blood-red figure flickered, vanishing before the Silkworm Celestial, then reappearing behind him.

Heavenly Flash!

Perhaps the speed was too great; if someone had looked at that moment, they would have seen tens of thousands of blood-red figures across this expanse of heaven and earth.

Like countless fireflies, emitting light.

These lights filled heaven and earth, piercing a massive wound through the Silkworm Celestial's Dharma Body, linking into a line like a river of stars.

Behind the Dharma Form, Qi Yuan did not turn around.

That terrifying Dharma Form, a body larger than an ordinary world, shattered in an instant, collapsed with a roar, and dissolved into specks of starlight.

In the boundless star realm, a blazing star, without any warning, suddenly fell silent and shattered.

In the Ghost Imperial Heaven, the dormant Yang God Celestial Venerable abruptly awoke, his expression shifting drastically.

At that moment, Zi Yuanfeng’s mind was taut, as he gazed into the distance, his heart tense.

Just moments ago, he had suddenly noticed that the Yang God Celestial Venerable of the Ghost Imperial Heaven seemed to have vanished for a few breaths.

This made him deeply anxious.

“Could he be planning to strike at Blood Robe, or is there some scheme?”

Zi Yuanfeng was frantic with worry.

But suddenly, his eyes widened, and an expression of disbelief appeared in them.

“Li Can Celestial Venerable… has fallen?”

In the star realm, the projection of a star shattered.

That star projection belonged to Li Can Celestial Venerable.

In just a few breaths, a Yang God Celestial Venerable had fallen—was it the work of a Principle, or even a Great Principle powerhouse?

He quickly looked toward the place where Li Can Celestial Venerable had been lurking, his mind in turmoil.

Suddenly, a thick scent of blood filled the air.

The world turned blood-red once more.

Zi Yuanfeng seemed to hear the weeping of countless gods and the sound of warhorses.

An aura of desolation, antiquity, and timelessness spread, and a majestic figure appeared.

He held a blood-colored longsword, wore blood-red armor, and bore a tattered banner on his back.

A pair of cold, emotionless eyes glanced at Zi Yuanfeng, and his heart jolted, as if he had been looked upon by Death itself.

What kind of gaze was this?

Since stepping into the realm of Yang God Celestial Venerable, he had never seen such a chilling stare.

Could it be… that this suddenly appearing terrifying figure had killed Li Can Celestial Venerable?

At that moment, the blood-colored figure’s gaze fell upon the Flower Moon Wonderland.

Zi Yuanfeng’s heart leaped violently—disaster!

The blood-colored figure extended a giant hand and reached into the Flower Moon Wonderland.

“All banners in the world belong to the Human Emperor Hall!”

A cold, hoarse voice rang out, and the blood-red giant hand pierced through the Flower Moon Wonderland, grabbing fiercely.

Instantly, dozens of prodigies and hundreds of geniuses let out terrifying screams.

But against this grasp, they had no power to resist, and their bodies shattered in an instant.

Those arrogant prodigies, under this single blow, were all annihilated.

Zi Yuanfeng, witnessing this, widened his eyes in disbelief: “What… kind of technique is this? What… realm is he in!”

A Yang God Celestial Venerable shattering a wonderland with one blow—Zi Yuanfeng could understand that.

But with half his body in the Sixth Heaven, merely reaching a hand into the wonderland… what was this?

He could not comprehend.

An ordinary Yang God, entering another world, must first suppress himself before entering.

Or else, his realm would drop.

A Great Principle would not drop in realm, but even a Great Principle could not reach a hand into a wonderland while keeping his body in the Sixth Heaven.

“Blood Robe…” Zi Yuanfeng’s expression tightened, his face turning pale. He was worried about Blood Robe in the Flower Moon Wonderland.

And just then, suddenly, Zi Yuanfeng noticed that above the once-dim sky, a star projection of extreme intensity and blazing heat abruptly appeared.

It was as if the sun had fallen, mere inches from the earth.

A domineering, furious voice suddenly rang out.

“How dare you, brat!”

Behind the blazing star projection, a terrifying figure emerged.

That figure’s face was utterly indistinct, not even solid.

Yet even a trace of its leaked aura made Zi Yuanfeng tremble.

“This is… a projection of a Great Principle!” Zi Yuanfeng’s heart jolted, feeling that he might fall at any moment.

At that moment, a warm white light suddenly enveloped him, and the intense threat from before vanished.

Beside Zi Yuanfeng, a man in a white robe appeared, elegant and gentle.

“Thank you, Senior Brother Black Sword!” Seeing the newcomer, Zi Yuanfeng quickly bowed, his heart greatly relieved.

Black Sword nodded, his gaze falling on the Great Principle’s avatar projection and the blood-red figure, a complex expression in his eyes.

“Though it is a Great Principle’s avatar projection, this strike is no different from the original body,” Black Sword commented.

Then, the Great Principle’s avatar projection, brimming with fury, without any embellishment, delivered a powerful blow toward the blood-red figure.

Destruction!

Turbulence!

Heaven and earth tottered, as if on the verge of collapse at any moment.

Zi Yuanfeng, standing behind Black Sword, felt only his own insignificance and the might of the Great Principle.

At that moment, the blood-red figure looked up at the Great Principle’s avatar and that overwhelmingly powerful strike.

His voice was cold and emotionless, tinged with hoarseness.

“All banners in the world belong to my Human Emperor Hall.”

He drew his sword and, against the Great Principle’s terrifying strike, swung it fiercely.

It was like a mortal warrior drawing his blade against a supreme god.

A red light flickered in Black Sword’s eyes, along with countless doubts and confusions.

Even he could not see through this sword strike.

It was an ordinary sword strike, containing no principle.

If it had any connection to the Dao, it was merely a primal divine ability.

Primal divine ability—how distant a memory, the most powerful means of the Purple Mansion.

But had anyone ever used a primal divine ability to counter a Great Principle’s principle-infused strike?

The terrifying principle attack collided with the primal divine ability.

A scene that astonished everyone unfolded.

The primal divine ability had actually blocked the Great Principle.

The Principle strike vanished in an instant, and the blood-red figure sheathed his sword, his exposed eyes devoid of any emotion.

“How is this possible!” Zi Yuanfeng trembled, unable to comprehend.

The Black Sword stared at the blood-red figure, as if trying to see through him.

Even he was baffled by this scene.

The gap between a primal divine ability and a Principle strike was unimaginable.

To put it in terms of Blue Star, it was like a man in flip-flops from a backward primitive tribe, wielding a wooden sword, while a sixth-generation fighter jet screamed across the sky, breaking the sound barrier.

Suddenly, the fighter attacked the man, who lightly swung his wooden sword.

The jet shattered instantly.

“How dare you!”

The projection of the Great Principle powerhouse trembled with rage.

In an instant, a star blazed to life in the star realm.

The aura of this Great Principle swelled and seethed.

“Can you withstand my first strike, but not my second?”

A voice of overbearing tyranny rang out.

The sun and moon went mad; yin and yang reversed.

This Great Principle was clearly enraged, determined to keep the blood-red figure there.

The blood-red figure, facing such a strike, remained calm and spoke slowly: “I have already marked the Ten Thousand Soul Banner on you.

Cultivators of Ghost Control Heaven, if you do not personally offer me the Ten Thousand Soul Banner, I will seek you out one by one.”

“You insolent wretch!” the Great Principle roared in fury.

A world-destroying aura swept forth; even ordinary Principle powerhouses could be severely wounded or killed in the aftershocks of such a battle.

Yet a scene that shocked, bewildered, and even puzzled everyone occurred.

As the Great Principle’s strike landed, the blood-red figure vanished into thin air!

Right under the Great Principle’s nose, under the Black Sword’s watch, he disappeared in an instant.

“Where is he!” the Great Principle bellowed, his heart seething with rage.

The Black Sword narrowed his eyes, a hint of wariness in his gaze: “How… did he vanish?”

If a Yin Spirit vanished before a Zifu cultivator, the Zifu would not notice.

But that was a Great Principle just now, also a powerhouse who had comprehended the supreme Principle.

Yet someone had vanished from their sight.

It was terrifying, or rather… dreadful.

Did it mean that the other party could disappear and reappear at any moment?

Meanwhile, in the Flower Moon Wonderland.

Qi Yuan’s form appeared, his face as pale as rice paper, his body swaying.

“So this is a Great Principle? The gap is this vast!”

The blood-red figure was, of course, Qi Yuan.

He was carrying out both the petty plan and the grand plan.

After merging with Xiao Jia and donning the same robe, he had secretly slipped out and slain the Li Can Celestial Venerable.

Sure enough, after the kill, the Great Principle of Ghost Control Heaven descended.

Facing the Great Principle’s strike, Qi Yuan did not flee but took it head-on.

In that moment, he gained a clearer understanding of the Great Principle.

“If I cultivate the ‘Ancestral Blood Art’ to the thirteenth layer, relying solely on my Ten Thousand Dao Martial God cultivation, I won’t need to flee when I encounter this Great Principle again!”

“What a pity—I’m only at the Zifu stage; the improvement in the supreme Principle is too slow.”

Of course, this slowness was relative to Qi Yuan.

An ordinary Heavenly Position Yang God, even if they comprehended the Principle, would need vast eons of polishing to truly step into the Principle.

“If an ordinary Great Principle is this strong, then that banner thief who stole my Human Emperor Banner must be even stronger?”

“It seems I need to forge the Human Emperor Banner quickly; otherwise… I’m still too weak.”

With an offensive creation-grade treasure, Qi Yuan could only rank in the second tier among Great Principles.

As for the first tier, he wouldn’t think about it for now—it was too far away.

With that thought, Qi Yuan waved his hand.

A Ten Thousand Soul Banner appeared in his grasp.

Around him lay many shattered Ten Thousand Soul Banners.

The largest one came from Li Can.

The others came from the prodigies of Ghost Control Heaven.

“Little banner, be good, open the door, Daddy’s coming home!” Qi Yuan intoned, activating the Great Forgetfulness Heart Sutra, singing a ditty.

Upon hearing Qi Yuan’s words, the little banners did not hesitate, cheerfully “opening the door.”

Only the large one seemed to hesitate, its surface trembling.

But under Qi Yuan’s triple burst of melodious song, it finally “opened the door” as well.

“Forge!”

He would forge his own Human Emperor Banner.

Qi Yuan was long familiar with the forging process.

First, brainwash, then convert, then reform.

To him, it was second nature—a trivial matter.

After who knows how long, Qi Yuan patched and mended.

The worn-out Human Emperor Banner on him had grown significantly more powerful.

“Alas, I need to rest and recuperate properly before I go find my banner.”

In the final moment facing the Great Principle’s strike, Qi Yuan instantly opened his Zifu, slipped inside, and vanished.

Though it seemed incomprehensible,

in truth, it was not easy to understand at all.

Qi Yuan himself did not know why, when he entered his own Zifu, he disappeared.

However, he had long prepared to place the entrance at the other end of the Myriad Paths Gate within the Flower Moon Wonderland, and after entering the Purple Mansion, he passed through the Myriad Paths Gate and arrived in the Flower Moon Wonderland.

“What a pity, there are too many strong experts here; the Myriad Paths Gate cannot be set down carelessly, or it will easily be discovered.”

Qi Yuan sighed.

Facing the Mara race, he dared to use the Gate of Ultimate Truth as bait to lure those Yang Gods into a trap.

But facing a Great Ultimate Truth, he did not dare.

He would not even dare to take out the Gate of Ultimate Truth, for any leaked aura would be captured by the Great Ultimate Truth.

Thus, he had no choice but to place the other end of the Gate of Ultimate Truth within the wonderland.

If placed within the Six Heavens, the distance would be too close, easily sensed; a Great Ultimate Truth passing through the Gate of Ultimate Truth into Qi Yuan’s Netherworld would be very troublesome.

It would turn Qi Yuan’s Netherworld upside down.

Moreover, it would expose the fact that Qi Yuan possessed the Gate of Ultimate Truth.

Perhaps this would make him the sole enemy of the entire Six Heavens.

No Great Ultimate Truth would wish to see someone mastering the Gate of Ultimate Truth.

If so, wouldn’t the Ultimate Truths they comprehended… all be laid bare before Qi Yuan’s eyes?

If Qi Yuan hid for a few million years, or tens of millions of years, who could rival him when he emerged?

There were other reasons too: the Gate of Ultimate Truth might only work against a Great Ultimate Truth the first time.

Qi Yuan had to use it unexpectedly, at the critical moment.

“Therefore, I must find a suitable wonderland, a suitable opportunity, and continue the great plan!”

“Unless the Banner Lord acts personally, they shouldn’t be able to keep me here for now!”

“The Banner Lord sits guard over the Ghost Imperial Heaven and will certainly not leave casually.”

“The great plan… is set!”

“Alright, now the time is right; I need to go out and watch the excitement!”

Qi Yuan thought, and exited the Flower Moon Wonderland.

Suddenly, a pair of eyes fixed on Qi Yuan.

The Black Sword’s refined voice came.

“You are safe and sound; that puts my mind at ease.”

Zi Yuanfeng also breathed a sigh of relief.

He had feared that the blood-red figure would casually strangle the Blood Robe to death.

“Oh, how annoying! I almost finished off all those useless fools from Ghost Imperial Heaven, but suddenly a blood-colored giant hand appeared and killed the heavily wounded Ghost Imperial Heaven cultivators, stealing my kills—how utterly shameless and despicable!” Qi Yuan fumed indignantly.

Upon hearing this, Zi Yuanfeng pursed his lips slightly.

He had been constantly observing the aura within the Flower Moon Wonderland.

Where was the heavy injury?

Before the blood-colored figure struck, hadn’t you, Blood Robe, only killed one person?

The Black Sword said softly, “Just now, that mysterious blood shadow slew the Li Can Celestial Venerable of Ghost Imperial Heaven and even withstood a blow from that Great Ultimate Truth.”

The Black Sword glanced at the distant Great Ultimate Truth, then at Qi Yuan.

“Well killed, well slain, well done—bravo!” Qi Yuan clapped his hands.

At that moment, the Great Ultimate Truth of Ghost Imperial Heaven was performing a temporal rewind, seemingly trying to discern that person’s identity.

Under that Great Ultimate Truth’s powerful immortal spiritual force, the scene within the red cage replayed.

He did not stop the Black Sword from watching, or rather, he did not care.

In the scene, the blood-red figure appeared, his voice cold, and with one sword stroke, he slew the Li Can Celestial Venerable.

The Great Ultimate Truth of Ghost Imperial Heaven looked especially grim: “Human Emperor Hall, Hall Envoy? Never heard of it!”

“Hmph, daring to demand the return of my Ghost Imperial Heaven’s Myriad Soul Banner and Myriad Ghost Soul Banner—courting death!”

This Great Ultimate Truth had failed to detain the mysterious blood shadow and was furious.

At the same time, he was deeply wary.

For that blood-colored figure was truly bizarre.

He bore no trace of any Ultimate Truth’s aura, yet could slay Li Can with a single sword and even withstand a blow of his Ultimate Truth.

He reached into the wonderland and slew the young prodigy of Ghost Imperial Heaven.

Finally, he vanished mysteriously right under the Great Ultimate Truth’s nose.

Each of these facts alone would be enough to send chills down one’s spine and seem utterly baffling.

Now, all appearing together, how could this Great Ultimate Truth not be both vexed and alarmed?

The Great Ultimate Truth cast a deep glance at the Black Sword, then his form swiftly vanished without lingering.

Clearly, the events here required his return to Ghost Imperial Heaven to handle.

At this moment, the Black Sword looked at Qi Yuan and said calmly, “You saw the scene of the mysterious blood shadow slaying Li Can. What do you think?”

Hearing this, Qi Yuan quickly replied, “Very cool—dressed in red just like me. Truly, handsome men share the same style.”

The Black Sword gazed at Qi Yuan, a flicker of blood-red light deep in his eyes, and asked calmly, “What do you make of this matter?”

Zi Yuanfeng, observing from the side, found it odd and wondered why the Black Sword was questioning Blood Robe so much—was it out of regard?

“I think the cultivators of Ghost Imperial Heaven are shameless, stealing another’s Human Emperor Banner.

If I were them, I would immediately return the Myriad Soul Banner to the Hall Envoy, and then… commit suicide and enter the banner to atone!” Qi Yuan said earnestly.

Hearing this, the Black Sword withdrew his gaze, the suspicion in his heart dissipating.

“Ha… The Myriad Soul Banner is as important to Ghost Imperial Heaven as the Ancestral Blood Art is to our Black Demon Abyss. How could they ever give it up?”

As he spoke, he added another sentence.

“The ‘Ancestral Blood Art’ that lays icy eggs—did you adapt it?”

“Could you… demonstrate it for me?”

(Chapter End)