God Emperor

Chapter 846: The Catastrophe

Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio

The tragic deaths of the two saints of the Ancient Necromancer Race had frightened everyone to death.

Saint Shiva’s face turned pale. She didn’t expect that Sword Saint Xuanji could become so powerful, or even better than when he was in his prime, after he came back to life.

Saint Shiva looked toward where Feng Yinchan and Yin Xuanji stood, and shouted coldly, “Run!”

All the Half-Saints of the Ancient Ghost Cultivation Race and the Ancient Necromancer Race used their powers to escape from them. They rushed out of Ghost God Valley, then split and flew in all directions.

Saint Shiva didn’t run away.

At the minute that Sword Saint Xuanji slaughtered Saint Kongtong and Saint Zixu, it became clear to her that Sword Saint Xuanji was determined to kill them all and he could never let her go.

The more she wanted to escape, the faster she would be killed.

In that case, she would rather go all out to fight with him in order to earn herself the slightest chance to survive.

With Soul-Absorbing Saint Jug in her control, Saint Shiva was one of the most respectable figures of the Ancient Ghost Cultivation Race, and even among the most powerful ones in all of Kunlun’s Field.

“Ghost King Formation.”

A giant black whirlpool appeared above Saint Shiva’s head.

Soul-Absorbing Saint Jug revolved slowly in the center of the whirlpool, which raised a strong hurricane. Thousands of ghost shadows were flying quickly inside the whirlpool, which gave out harsh screams.

Among them, the four Ghost King shadows were the biggest ones, which were more than 33 meters tall. They stood at the four directions of the whirlpool like four giants.

Ghost King Formation had amassed the power of four Ghost Kings and thousands of ghost souls. As it revolved rapidly, the power generated by it became more and more terrible.

Sword Saint Xuanji stood in midair and appeared to be very calm. He glanced at Saint Shiva, and said, “Feng Shiva of the Ancient Ghost Cultivation Race, you were a charming beauty and attracted many young talented males 500 years ago. But now that 500 years have passed by, you’ve become so old in my eyes now.”

Saint Shiva touched her rough cheeks, and smiled, “I remember that you kept crossing swords with Jiuyou. Sometimes you won, sometimes you lost. I thought you two only saw the swords, and never expected that you would remember me.”

Sword Saint Xuanji and Saint Shiva were about the same age and were both early talents. When they were young, he was talented and she was beautiful, and they had met each other several times at events.

Now he had just come back to life and she was about to die.

They were going to kill each other, but they could still talk about their old stories of early years, which could probably only happen to saints.

They stopped saying more words as both of their Saint Mights had accumulated to the peak.

The bony arms of Saint Shiva gave a push to her front slowly. Soul-Absorbing Saint Jug shook a little, then Ghost King Formation was about to crush over Saint Sword Xuanji.

Sword Saint Xuanji stayed still, looking extremely calm.

When the Ghost King Formation arrived at his face, his body changed to a light sword and gave out irresistible power. He took off and penetrated Ghost King Formation with a phew sound.

Even the four Ghost Kings had been penetrated by the sword Qi instantly, and became four clouds of ghostly Qi.

Pzz.

The white light sword punctured the saint body of Saint Shiva.

Saint Shiva trembled. Her eyes were out of light. And she muttered to herself, “you should...have reached...the state...”

Then blood came out of Saint Shiva’s lips.

She stood at the side of the magma sea, unmoving. The Qi of life vanished from her body.

A gust of wind changed her body into dust, then blew it away. At last, only a white skeleton fell onto the ground with a thud.

Sword Saint Xuanji landed on the ground lightly and appeared to be quite calm and at ease. He reached out a hand and caught Soul-Absorbing Saint Jug in his palm.

He stared at the white bones and sighed. “The beauty has become old and died; all her charms turned to dust in the end. How many lives are ending, how many wonderful things will completely disappear over 500 years? What’s the true meaning of life and death?”

After being brought back to life, the mind state of Sword Saint Xuanji was elevated.

Before he had only cared for his role as sword master, and the goal of his life was to reach the peak of sword master. But now, he wanted to search for the true meaning of life instead.

He looked at those escaping Half-Saints, and only shook his head lightly instead of going on to fight against them.

The strong power of Sword Saint Xuanji had given a complete shock to the monks hidden in the dark. No one dared to rob the treasures from the magma sea any longer, and they retreated one by one.

In the following days, Zhang Ruochen led the rest of his company to collect rocks and to dig in the magma sea, and found other armor pieces and some divine bones.

On the sixth day, all the rocks and treasures in the central area of the magma sea had been moved away. And Divine Blood-red Earth had been completely transported in Scroll World as well.

“There are 12 armor pieces, 4 divine bones and a huge amount of divine blood. With these treasures, you can establish a big household.” Blackie looked at Zhang Ruochen and chucked.

Elephant-Swallowing Rabbit, monster ape and demon rat all stared at the divine blood with greedy eyes.

Even Mu Lingxi licked her lips teasingly. She touched her jaw lightly with two pretty fingers, and said, “How could he establish a household if he’s still single?”

Zhang Ruochen appeared to be very calm. He took out a small jug of divine blood and gave it to Mu Lingxi, and said, “We’ve all become exhausted after these days. Senior sister apprentice Duanmu, please distribute the divine blood to them.”

Mu Lingxi received the jug made by Divine Sky-Connecting Tree, and felt her heart beating madly.

There were at least 100 drops of divine blood in the jug. Even a saint couldn’t stay calm while carrying it.

The three beasts had already prepared vessels. They lay with their faces down in front of Mu Lingxi, and stared at her like three Pekinese.

Han Xue was curious, and stared at Zhang Ruochen as he left. She asked, “Why didn’t teacher distribute divine blood by himself, but rather hand it to Mu jiejie?”

Blackie chucked, and said ambiguously, “You will have to change ‘Mu jiejie’ to teacher’s wife before long.”

Han Xue tilted her head and considered this seriously. She couldn’t figure out why she should call Mu jiejie “teacher’s wife.” Wasn’t Yanchen her teacher’s wife?

Sword Saint Xuanji stayed in Scroll World and studied the green stone for several days.

Zhang Ruochen stopped near the green stone. He looked at Sword Saint Xuanji and said nothing.

Sword Saint Xuanji looked at the green stone and spoke to him without turning. “This stone was the stone rune left by the Thousand-bone Empress. The black cat knew something about this.”

Zhang Ruochen stood straight, and showed delight. “That is to say, it can block the passageway connecting the netherworld and the upper world?”

Sword Saint Xuanji nodded. “There was great power contained in the stone, which could suppress certain rules between heaven and the earth. But, as the black cat said, its power could only block the passageway for at most several years. After that, the passageway would be opened again.”

Zhang Ruochen said, “Only dead souls from the Netherworld Periphery have come to Kunlun’s Field for now. People in Kunlun’s Field could still defeat them by their current powers so far. But after a few years, maybe some powerful figures from the Netherworld Depths will hear about the news and travel into Kunlun’s Field as well. It would turn into a more severe situation by then.”

Sword Saint turned back and looked at Zhang Ruochen. “Therefore, I’ll go to the Netherworld Depths. I want to find out what it looks like.”

“Too risky! It is said that there is a second Corpse River in Netherworld Depths, which is ten times more dangerous than the Netherworld Periphery,” said Zhang Ruochen.

“That’s exactly why I have to go. In a few years, the stone will stop working, Kunlun’s Field will be completely exposed. And the dead souls from the netherworld could intrude at any time.”

Sword Saint Xuanji looked determined and persistent, and added, “If it’s okay, I would like to take Han Xue with me.”

Zhang Ruochen understood him immediately. “You want to find the Thousand-bone Empress, master?”

Sword Saint Xuanji nodded then shook his head. “Hundreds of thousands of years have gone by; even Thousand-bone Empress could have passed away in some corner of the Netherworld Depths. But she must have left an inheritance. If Han Xue could get her inheritance, she should develop really fast.”

“The minute I was brought back to life, I saw a picture, in which all of Kunlun’s Field was destroyed. The sky became blood-red, the earth was ripped into pieces, and all living creatures died. It occurred to me that maybe that was the Divine Sky-Connecting Tree trying to tell me something, or maybe that was the future of Kunlun’s Field. Therefore, all of us should try our best to stop it from happening.”

His words had given Zhang Ruochen the creeps. He took a deep breath, and asked, “Is the Catastrophe going to happen again?”

Many Catastrophes had happened in the history of Kunlun’s Field. Each time it had put an end to an age.

The Catastrophe that happened in ancient time was the most terrible one, during which even all the deities had passed away. Rules of Heaven and Earth fell into disorder, and no man could develop into a deity ever since then.

Sword Saint Xuanji said, “Maybe it is, maybe not. But we have to be prepared for the worst, otherwise, we’ll surely be caught unawares.”

Zhang Ruochen remained silent for a long time. Then he said, “In that case, I’ll tell Han Xue. If she agrees, I’ll let her to go to the Netherworld Depths with you, master.”

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Two hours later, Zhang Ruochen, Han Xue and Sword Saint Xuanji appeared at the gate of Ghost God Valley.

Han Xue stood beside Sword Saint Xuanji with the Void Sword on her back. She looked at Zhang Ruochen with a pair of clear eyes, as if she was going to cry. “Teacher, I’ll work hard to practice with the sword under grand master’s instruction. Although it’s dangerous in the Netherworld Depths, I will not be afraid.”