The Desolate Slave Has Come Chasing Out [Monthly Tickets, Investment Requested]

The next moment, the woman moved with graceful lotus steps, slender and elegant, as though she had stepped out of a mural. With every step, an icy purity and unparalleled Dao charm flowed around her. It was an incredibly profound movement technique, so fast it reached the extreme, like a ghost or demon, as if she were teleporting, rapidly heading toward the foot of the sacred mountain.

Who was she? Once hailed as the number one beauty of the Eastern Wasteland, every step she took was heart-stirring, her figure swaying with enchanting grace, her beauty beyond compare.

"Celestial Immortal Steps!"

Madman let out a long sigh and spoke three words.

By a fortunate chance, he had once obtained a fragment of Nine Secrets: Xing.

The Heavenly Jade Saintess was naturally no ordinary person either. Unrivaled beneath the heavens, she had somehow obtained an inheritance. The two had once briefly competed, and Madman had lost by a small margin.

It was not that Madman's Nine Secrets: Xing was weak, but that it was far too incomplete.

The Heavenly Jade Holy Land had once been immensely powerful, daring to challenge Desolate Ancient Families. Its Holy Lord and elders included no shortage of Saints. They had even deployed their hidden foundation, intending for the entire sect to charge into the Immortal Domain, only to be reduced to ashes.

Back then, the Heavenly Jade Holy Land had used attacking the Desolate Forbidden Land as a pretext. In truth, they had been lured in and used as stones to test the waters, probing an Immortal Domain rift within the Desolate Forbidden Land. They had wanted the entire sect to ascend.

In the end, the Heavenly Jade Saintess became a Desolate Slave, while Madman obtained the inheritance of the Six Paths of Reincarnation Fist. The Dao marks of that inheritance instead saved his life, allowing him to be sent beyond the boundaries of the Desolate Forbidden Land.

As for Jiang Ming, he naturally knew the origins of the Six Paths of Reincarnation Fist. This thing belonged to an ancient heavenly technique from the Immortal Ancient Era, the Six Paths of Reincarnation Heavenly Technique. Shi Hao later learned it, and it was itself one of the inheritances of the Supreme Hall.

By that reasoning, the Heavenly Jade Holy Land had likely not merely been used as a weapon by someone else. They had ambitions of their own. Heavenly Jade represented supremacy; in ancient Chinese traditional culture, it implied vastness, loftiness, and sanctity, and was often used to symbolize emperors and monarchs.

Perhaps that sect had been a branch of the Supreme Hall, though many of its inheritances had been severed. They wanted to enter the Desolate Forbidden Land and find the Six Paths of Reincarnation Fist.

No matter what, when the Heavenly Jade Holy Land had mobilized the full strength of the holy land to attack the Desolate Forbidden Land, there had been something suspicious about it. They had even damaged an Emperor Armament.

That was right. The Ruthless Empress had done it. No one had seen what happened, but that ancient supreme weapon passed down by the Heavenly Jade Holy Land had been smashed into fragments.

The Empress had even taken those fragments to refine her mask.

The moment Jiang Ming saw the Heavenly Jade Saintess chasing after him, he forcibly seized control of his body. To hell with everyone else—he was running.

Using the movement technique he had learned from Madman, he vanished in a flash, becoming like a fragmentary shadow of time. When he appeared again, he was already more than ten li away.

He was fleeing for his life, entirely unlike Madman's leisurely stroll.

"Forget it, forget it. I'm leaving. I'll come see you—see all of you—again someday."

Madman shook his head with a sigh. Looking at the still peerlessly elegant Heavenly Jade Saintess, he knew that she had become a Desolate Slave. There was no point in staying any longer.

Back then, the foundation that the Heavenly Jade Holy Land had suppressed with an Emperor Armament, along with several Saints, had all turned to dust in the Desolate Forbidden Land. Even the Emperor Armament had shattered. He did not dare enter the Desolate Forbidden Land either.

"This fellow is even crazier than I am."

After Madman emerged from the Primordial Mountain Range, he saw that the demonic aura around Jiang Ming had vanished. His entire person seemed cleansed of worldly dust, as still as a deep pool and as imposing as a mountain, as refined as fragrant orchids and jade trees. Truly, a gentleman like jade upon the road, unmatched in this world.

But he was arguing with himself. One person, one mouth, yet he could speak in three voices with completely different temperaments.

"I, Jiang Ming, am making this clear right now: from now on, I call the shots in everything. Whoever the hell refuses to obey, I'll draw my sword, stab through my own skull, and kill myself. At least that'll be a quick death.

"More importantly, even if this body dies, it can only die by my hand."

Jiang Ming was furious as he declared his sovereignty. He was done playing along. No one could make him fall to demonic cultivation, and no one could make him enter the Desolate Forbidden Land. He was ready to flip the table at any moment.

"What joy is there in life? What fear is there in death?"

The Jiang Ming from his previous life spoke coldly.

"We still have Tingting, and our biological father is still alive in this world. How can we speak lightly of life and death?

"And Lingzhi's vengeance has not yet been fully repaid. Keeping death on your lips is the behavior of a coward."

The Jiang Ming of this life roared angrily.

"So all of you will listen to me. I call the shots in everything. I have my own plans and know my limits. Listen to me, and everything will pass. One day, I can achieve all the people and things you desire most in your hearts.

"And I'm not falling to demonic cultivation anymore."

The primary personality, Jiang Ming, spoke in a tone that allowed no discussion and brooked no doubt.

Divine radiance shone brilliantly in Madman's cloudy old eyes as he stared hard at Jiang Ming. "This person is far too crazy."

"Hahahaha—being crazy is good, good.

"Wuwuwu—what joy is there in life, what suffering is there in death? When splendor fades, all is empty. I'm off, I'm off—"

Madman suddenly cried, then laughed, acting utterly insane. Stepping on Dao Patterns, one step carried him a hundred li away, and he left directly.

"When the song ends and the people scatter, all is but a dream; when splendor fades, all is empty.

"Things remain, but people have changed; all matters come to rest. Before words can be spoken, tears begin to flow."

Watching Madman's departing figure, Jiang Ming could not help thinking of a poem by Li Qingzhao. He pieced together a few lines and sighed softly.

Madman sighed that he was crazy.

He lamented that Madman was crazy.

So who, exactly, was crazy?

Off he went—back into seclusion to await the beginning of the plot. In this golden age, the Golden Crow Emperor should forget about becoming an emperor. Even if he did, would he not just be tragically beaten up by Ye Fan? Jiang Ming might as well become emperor himself.

The Heavenly Tyrant Body Lineage becoming a Great Emperor.

It seemed there had never been such a case before; the original plot appeared to have no record of one.

It was as rare as the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body Lineage producing a Great Emperor. There had only been Ye Fan.

As for the feud between the Heavenly Tyrant Body and the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body, in the end, it was simply that one mountain could not hold two tigers. Two invincible physiques capable of contending with Great Emperors had clashed head-on generation after generation, eventually turning into hatred.

Then there was the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body Lineage. They were righteous and benevolent, bearing the common people in their hearts, worthy of the four words "human Sacred Body."

The Heavenly Tyrant Body Lineage, on the other hand, was selfish and self-serving. They guarded Tyrant Body Planet, threw their weight around, and were frogs at the bottom of a well. Three old Heavenly Tyrant Bodies were still alive, though they might as well have been dead. They had utterly ruined the reputation of the Tyrant Body Lineage, becoming parasites of heaven and earth like the old monsters of the forbidden lands, prolonging their lives with the origin essence of all living beings.

Since that was the case, Jiang Ming would restore the Heavenly Tyrant Body's good name. As for the original Tyrant Body Lineage, he would infiltrate them and deal with them personally. Those who deserved to die would die, and those who needed to be restrained would be restrained. Since they were all of the Tyrant Body Lineage, for the glory of the Tyrant Body Lineage, out with the old and in with the new.

If the old Heavenly Tyrant Bodies did not die, how could a new Heavenly Tyrant Body become emperor?

So they should all fulfill Jiang Ming's wishes!

He would directly sacrifice the entire old Tyrant Body Lineage. It should be enough to support the cultivation resources he needed through the late Saint realm.

What opportunities on the ancient starry road could compare to the benefits brought by the Heavenly Tyrant Body Lineage's sacrifice?

Their deaths would serve a worthy purpose.

Just like the Saiyan Planet in Dragon Ball: after Planet Vegeta was destroyed, the notorious Saiyan Lineage's reputation later improved instead.

With Son Goku and his descendants, that was already enough.

So, even if the Tyrant Body Lineage's reputation was rotten to the core, it was merely another Saiyan Planet. Its disappearance would instead be a good thing.

Only after destruction could there be rebirth.

Just as Jiang Ming was making rough plans for what lay ahead in the future,

At the boundary of the Desolate Forbidden Land stood a figure in flowing white robes. Her white garments fluttered, her bearing peerless, her hollow gaze fixed on the distance. She looked like a beautiful sculpture without a soul.

Suddenly, that figure, like a fairy from the moon palace, lightly took a step. She had actually crossed beyond the boundaries of the Desolate Forbidden Land.