NOVPUBAfter parting ways with the Starry Ancient God, Xu Zimei headed straight north.
After walking for a long time, Xu Zimei finally saw the exit of the Ghastly Bleak Tree Forest in the distance.
He took a slight breath inwardly.
Walking for so long in this identical forest, it was inevitable that his heart felt some oppression.
Fortunately, he hadn’t encountered any more attacks along the way.
It seemed that this forest was the territory of the Starry Ancient God, where no creature dared to enter.
After walking for a while longer, Xu Zimei finally stepped out of the forest.
The view before his eyes suddenly opened up.
...
Xu Zimei looked off into the distance straight ahead.
Outside the forest was a plain.
However, this plain was dotted with mounds of various sizes.
These mounds were more reminiscent of grave mounds.
In front of many mounds, locust trees and cypresses were planted.
The sky gradually began to drizzle.
What was strange was that the rain only fell on the plain.
Once it entered the forest, the rain would stop.
The atmosphere appeared very sinister.
A gentle breeze slowly blew in front of Xu Zimei, causing the branches of the nearby locust trees to sway.
It was as if demons and monsters brandished their claws and bared their teeth.
A piece of yellowed cloth fluttered through the air with the breeze.
"Compared to true terror, what are these things anyway!"
Xu Zimei let out a light chuckle, stepped onto the plain, and slowly walked forward.
He had only walked a few steps when the soil beneath the mounds began to loosen.
One skeleton after another crawled out from beneath them.
These skeletons were about the size of normal humans, with hollow blue flames flickering in their eyes.
The plain was vast and boundless, with endless grave mounds scattered throughout.
At this moment, more and more skeletons emerged.
This was simply a White Bone Army.
What was more terrifying was that tens of thousands of these skeletons all had the cultivation level of the Emperor Pulse Realm.
Among them, there were also some from the Saint Vein Realm.
This formation would likely make many tremble at a mere glance.
...
The White Bone Army growled lowly and charged toward Xu Zimei.
"It looks like a great battle is unavoidable."
Xu Zimei slowly drew out Tyrant Shadow, laughed heartily looking up to the sky, and charged alone toward the White Bone Army.
He had the courage to face millions of adversaries on his own.
Wielding Tyrant Shadow, the Creation Force coalesced with Heavenly Thunder, Earth Fire, Torrent, and Hurricane, spreading throughout the area.
With each swing from Xu Zimei, Spiritual Energy surged like an unstoppable, towering wave.
At the same time, he unleashed the Way of Inquiry that consisted of nineteen styles.
These nineteen styles were a sequence of connected moves.
The first move began in insignificance.
The second was Floating Green Duckweed,
The third was to win every battle,
The fourth was Against the Current,
The fifth was Great Wind Soars,
The sixth was Slaughter Blade,
The seventh was Wind and Cloud Transforming Dragon,
The eighth was Deep Blue World,
The ninth was Line between Heaven and Earth,
The tenth was Dark Descent,
The eleventh was Blood of the Firmament,
The twelfth was Annihilation Void.
When all twelve styles were connected, lightning flashed, and thunder roared overhead.
Although the White Bone Army was numerous, their lack of consciousness meant they could only attack in a rigid manner.
With every strike from Xu Zimei, several skeletons shattered.
The White Bone Army advanced fearlessly, swarming like bees.
Xu Zimei also tirelessly continued his slaughter.
Battle was a form of training for cultivation as well.
Aside from enhancing combat experience and becoming more proficient in using Vein Skills,
it was also a form of enlightenment.
Tyrant Shadow whistled faintly as the "rumbling" sounds of the explosions formed by Spiritual Energy echoed in his ears.
The space around shattered completely.
Xu Zimei was besieged by the White Bone Army; there was no escape.
He became like a God of Slaughter, his eyes completely bloodshot.
He forcibly carved out a path of blood.
With every step, several skeletons fell.
...
There was a drizzle in the sky.
He planted Tyrant Shadow into the mud beneath his feet, holding the hilt with his right hand, half-kneeling on the ground.
His muscles trembled slightly as he breathed heavily.
Beads of sweat as large as beans fell from his forehead, it had been a long time since he was this weary.
And it had been a long time since he had fought so freely.
Behind him were scattered fragments of white bones across the ground.
It was as if heaven and earth were playing a dirge for the deceased.
His gaze slowly turned to the front.
There stood a grave with a tombstone.
No epitaph, this was a tombstone without words.
The ground beneath his feet started to shake.
Cracks spread out from all directions.
A rumbling explosion erupted from beneath the grave.
A throne rose from the underground, appearing midair.
The throne turned slowly, revealing a headless corpse seated upon it.
Wild laughter emanated from the corpse.
It was clearly headless, yet how the laughter sounded remained a mystery.
The corpse looked as though it had been dead for many years.
Yet, it was well-preserved, clothed in a deep purple robe.
Embroidered on the robe were several patterns of golden dragons.
What caught Xu Zimei’s attention, however, was the sword in the corpse’s hand.
"Great Emperor’s True Artifacts," Xu Zimei said, narrowing his eyes.
The sword was deep blue, about three feet long.
Several unequal slots with different patterns were engraved on the blade.
They seemed to be telling a story, featuring rivers, giant beasts, and humans.
The laughter continued as the headless corpse slowly stood up from the throne.
The purple robe fluttered, and an immense imperial authority emanated from the longsword in its hand.
Most importantly, the aura exclusive to those in the Divine Vein Realm surged around it.
The aura soared higher and higher, setting the entire firmament rumbling with its resonance.
"I am the Divine Child of the Long River Divine Sect, the one destined to carry the mandate of this era.
How dare you, lowly ants, compete with me,
How dare you compete with me!!!"
The frustrated roar echoed above the firmament.
The headless corpse slowly descended from the throne, its aura growing stronger by the moment.
Step by step, it walked towards Xu Zimei.
It continued to mumble incessantly.
"Lowly ants, lowly ants, all should die."
It took the Long River Sword in its hands, and with the peak power of the Divine Vein Realm, it slashed at Xu Zimei.
With a "boom,"
Xu Zimei narrowly avoided the strike.
Where he had stood, the Long River surged as if a fierce sunset reflected across the heavens.
The reflection of the world could be seen in the Long River.
The ground itself seemed to sink.
...
"Lowly ant, stop hiding," the headless corpse positioned the Long River Sword behind itself.
As the sword’s tip lightly touched the ground, it ran swiftly toward Xu Zimei.
The sword trailed on the ground, drawing a half-circle before it suddenly lifted.
Like a scorching sun rising, an indomitable force struck towards Xu Zimei.
This time Xu Zimei did not dodge; he slowly raised Tyrant Shadow and executed ’Annihilation Void.’
Their attacks exploded in midair.
Xu Zimei’s figure was sent flying backward.
He quickly stood up, shook his slightly numb right hand, and chuckled.
"Indeed, it’s a bit of a stretch to contend with a Divine Vein expert head-on.
But that’s what makes it thrilling!"
