Rescuing God King Jiang Taixu

Jiang Yun put on a pleasantly surprised expression.

"God King Patriarch? I had heard of your legends. I came here this time in search of you."

"You... come here..." The aged voice was extraordinarily weak, as though it might stop at any moment, yet it seemed faintly gratified.

Jiang Yun followed the voice. The ground was pitted and uneven, while many stone bones faintly emerged from the rock walls of the Ancient Mine, a horrifying sight. They were fossils of creatures from before antiquity, fused together with Purple Mountain.

After walking several hundred meters through the Ancient Mine, he finally reached its end. Before him stood a smooth purple wall, crystalline like jade and bright enough to reflect a person clearly.

"God King Patriarch, are you here?" Jiang Yun respectfully asked the radiant stone wall.

Ahead, the purple jade wall was glossy and immaculate, clearly reflecting Jiang Yun's figure. Yet in the very next instant, a chill ran down his spine.

Within the purple jade wall was not only his reflection, but another tall and savage figure. A single horn grew from its brow, six arms extended beneath its shoulders, wings covered its back, and fine scales blanketed its body.

A cold sensation spread across Jiang Yun's scalp, and he could not help turning around.

There was nothing behind him. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief. Though he had expected it, he would not have dared relax without confirming it himself.

"Invisible Evil Thought... cannot be reflected... except by jade walls..." The God King's aged voice came from within the rock wall.

Beside the purple jade wall at the end of the Ancient Mine stood a rough rock face, from which Jiang Taixu's voice emerged.

"God King Patriarch, how can I save you?" Jiang Yun asked the rock wall.

The God King's voice came slowly. "Your... cultivation... is..."

"Dao Palace Secret Realm," Jiang Yun answered truthfully.

A heavy sigh came from within, seemingly filled with utter despair, as if it had drained all the God King's strength. His voice was deathly still. "You... are too weak..."

The God King truly deserved to be called an invincible figure from four thousand years ago. The Battle Saint Art he cultivated was peerless in offense, and merely four words had defeated Jiang Yun.

"Did you bring the Hengyu Furnace?" The God King's aged and weak voice sounded again.

Jiang Yun felt somewhat ashamed. "I did not bring it. I came searching on my own."

Not wishing to make the God King's emotions rise and fall again, Jiang Yun explained directly.

"However, I found the weapon once used by my ancestors." With that, he took out the Lihuo Divine Furnace.

Though the divine furnace was only a little over an inch tall, it was crystal-clear and radiant, its soft light illuminating the entire stone cavern.

A sun and several divine birds wreathed in flames on its body flickered faintly with light.

Sensing the aura of the outside world, the God King fell into a daze. He had never expected that, after such a turn of events, he would gain hope once more.

Yet when he considered Jiang Yun's Dao Palace Secret Realm cultivation, he fell silent again. Even with a Quasi-Emperor Weapon, it seemed difficult to save him.

"...Too weak. Difficult... to shake." The aged voice came again. "If you had... arrived three or four years earlier... there might have been a chance."

The God King had been trapped in Purple Mountain for four thousand years, battling all manner of ancient creatures. Forced into this strange stone wall, he had endured torment and suffering beyond measure. Now, he was nearly at the end of his life.

Jiang Yun noticed that this stone wall seemed sealed by formation patterns. Perhaps the Wushi Great Emperor had set this method in place to prevent the Primordial King Clan from escaping.

Even though this area was merely on the outskirts, it seemed that with his current realm, he would still find it difficult to shake it.

"Patriarch, please wait. Let me study it first," Jiang Yun said to Jiang Taixu inside.

He possessed three complete Great Emperor scriptures. With the enhancement of Nine Secrets: Zu, he also understood something of Great Emperor formation patterns.

This formation pattern was only in the peripheral region. The God King's currently feeble divine sense could still reach outside, showing that its sealing power was not severe. However, there were too many ancient creatures in Purple Mountain, so the God King could only seal himself within.

"Time and fate. I shall pass on an art to you." After Jiang Yun had studied the formation patterns for half an hour, the God King's weak voice sounded again.

"God King Patriarch, please wait and let me try first."

By now, although Jiang Yun still could not rescue his patriarch, he was confident that he could open a small gap in the rock wall. At the very least, he could send a Golden Core inside and let the God King recover somewhat.

Jiang Yun burned a large amount of divine energy and poured it into the temple forbidden weapon within his Sea of Bitterness. Instantly, he felt his vital essence surge as he received an immense enhancement.

He then took out a piece of Divine Source half the size of a fist and infused it into the Lihuo Divine Furnace, using the forbidden weapon to enhance himself and the Divine Source to activate the furnace.

For a time, light blazed brilliantly. Scarlet mists swirled like blood, radiant clouds billowed, and flowing light shimmered in every color. Fire streamed from the divine furnace, while the imprints of divine birds and a sun on its body manifested, ancient and unadorned, yet close to the Great Dao.

A dazzling flame shot from the divine furnace in an instant, blasting directly toward the stone wall. Dense patterns emerged across the wall, like a tangible manifestation of the Dao.

A sheet of patterns also rushed from within the divine furnace, carrying the aura of a Great Emperor. The two sets of patterns spun and collided in continuous flashes, and a heart-palpitating presence filled the void, as though the end of the world had arrived.

Faintly, Jiang Yun seemed to hear an ancient, weighty bell toll.

Then the formation patterns dispersed, and the Lihuo Divine Furnace blasted a hole more than a person's height into the stone wall.

Jiang Yun was somewhat surprised. Based on his earlier study of the formation patterns, he should not have been able to create such a large opening.

He glanced toward the depths of Purple Mountain. It seemed that the bell toll he had heard earlier had not been an illusion.

A figure slowly emerged from the opening. Every bone in his body was visible, and he looked little better than a skeleton. His long hair was even longer than his body, trailing behind his emaciated frame.

The rock wall behind him was slowly healing as well.

"God King Patriarch, you have regained your freedom." Jiang Yun stepped forward to support the withered figure, congratulating him.

After being imprisoned for four thousand years, Jiang Taixu was somewhat dazed upon escaping. Four thousand years!!!

He had long since given up hope. He had never expected that his descendants would still be searching for him, much less that they would now rescue him.

"Child, I must thank you." The God King looked deeply at Jiang Yun, as though engraving him firmly into his heart.

"Patriarch, I will pass on an art to you. Restore your body first, then we can leave."

Through divine sense, Jiang Yun transmitted Nine Secrets: Zhe to the God King, then took out a Four-Revolution Golden Core.

He had been imprisoned for four thousand years. His body had nearly withered away, and even his divine sense was close to dissipating. He truly needed replenishment, and the God King did not stand on ceremony with a junior.

When Jiang Yun said he would teach him a secret art, Jiang Taixu had initially not paid it much attention.

"It is actually one of the Nine Secrets. Your fortune is truly extraordinary!!!" The God King could not help praising him.

He had not expected this junior, despite his low cultivation, to possess such overwhelming luck.

Jiang Yun had found the divine furnace that he himself had failed to find. He also possessed one of the Nine Secrets, and this precious pill was extraordinary as well, faintly giving off the aura of an ancient divine medicine.

The ancient jade hanging at Jiang Yun's waist also faintly allowed him to sense the aura of the Wushi Great Emperor.

If he had possessed such fortune back then, how could Purple Mountain have trapped him for four thousand years?