"Why would I think of that inhuman bastard?"
Wushi heaved a long sigh, feeling that Feng Jiu had probably left him psychologically scarred.
He sighed again. Unable to continue comprehending the Dao, he simply rose and gazed into the distance.
This place lay in the Southern Region of the Eastern Wasteland, beside a Life Forbidden Zone-the Desolate Ancient Forbidden Land.
Pursued by Hell through heaven and earth, Wushi had laid down formation patterns and forcibly traversed the void all the way from the Northern Region of the Eastern Wilderness, teleporting here.
His attainments in formations were nothing short of astonishing.
"Forget it. I'll return to Jade Pool first."
Wushi murmured, and a magnificent aura of the saintly Dao surged beside him. A Saint appeared and carried him across heaven and earth.
Mountains and rivers fell away behind them like fleeting shadows. Expressionless, Wushi made up his mind: once he returned to Jade Pool and settled the Western Emperor Pagoda there, he would leave this Emperor Artifact behind the next time he went out and make do with a few limited-use artifacts.
Otherwise, he truly feared that the Emperor Tower's deity would keep pestering him to marry, insisting that he father eighty or a hundred Emperor's Sons.
Yes, a certain fellow named Feng had dug the pit first, making the most of the Innate Sacred Body Dao Embryo's potential his central pitch and urging Wushi to spread his branches and leaves, producing twenty or thirty descendants.
But with the Western Emperor Pagoda, the figures had ballooned in the blink of an eye. Thirty or fifty was hardly much; eighty or a hundred sounded quite good.
Wushi looked as though he had nothing left to live for. He only wished time could turn back-then, the moment he stepped into the Assassin Heavenly Court's contact station that day, he would have smashed it with the Western Emperor Pagoda!
"I'm running away from home!"
Wushi's eyes shone brightly. Escaping the Western Emperor Pagoda's lectures had become a matter of utmost urgency.
While he was at it, he could see whether he could find the artifact-forging materials he needed.
"Nine Secrets: Xing, the domain of time... That's far too heaven-defying!"
"But to call it truly impossible to counter... that's going too far."
"In that last battle, I was beaten senseless. That's why I suffered so badly."
"If I prepared specifically to counter it..."
Thoughts spun through Wushi's mind, gradually taking shape into an idea.
Before this, he had never paid much attention to artifacts.
Or rather, the powerful cultivators of the Sacred Body Lineage rarely cared much about weapons.
That was because their lineage possessed invincible physical bodies. Once they reached full mastery, their bodies would attain the ultimate Dao level before they even became emperors.
What weapon could compare with their own bodies?
They simply charged in barehanded!
But after this battle, Wushi's mindset had changed.
"The domain of time transcends ordinary things... so common materials won't do, not even the nine great types of immortal gold."
"But what about primal chaos?"
"The power of primal chaos can dissolve every law in existence and melt away all arts!"
"Perhaps it could resist time."
"As for the artifact's shape... forge armor? No, wouldn't that make it look like I was afraid of that man?"
"Hmm... a bell?"
"That's good!"
"If I put a great bell over my head, can anyone call that cowardice?"
Wushi's mind grew lively. With a terrifying opponent as his target, his fighting spirit burned brighter, and he gained confidence that he could win their next battle.
Of course, that confidence lasted only until he arrived at his faithful Jade Lake Holy Land.
"Emperor's Son, you..."
Several Jade Pool elders looked bewildered. "Hadn't you already returned?"
"???"
Wushi was bewildered too.
But he realized what had happened in an instant. His eye twitched, and his mouth jerked. Only with great difficulty did he suppress the urge to stamp his feet in fury.
The Saint accompanying him stepped forward, the Western Emperor Pagoda floating above her palm. The entire Jade Lake Holy Land shook violently. The Emperor Artifact shone brilliantly, resonating with the Emperor Formation, and something deeper seemed faintly to answer its call!
It sealed heaven, locked down the earth, and suppressed everything!
"Come, tell me what happened."
Barely keeping his expression under control, Wushi kindly questioned the trembling Jade Pool elders.
In the end, he heard the bad news he had come for.
"Two Flat Peaches are gone... three Dragon Loaches are gone... and that man asked for a Medicine King too?"
Wushi smiled and arrived outside the quiet chamber where he usually cultivated, holding the Emperor Tower with killing intent boiling around him.
But its occupant had long since departed, leaving the room empty.
"Emperor's Son, what should we do?" the Jade Pool Saint asked solemnly. "Should we unleash all our hidden reserves?"
"No need. It isn't worth it!" Wushi drew a deep breath and looked at the half-cauldron of medicinal food deliberately left behind. "What's done is done. Let's eat first!"
"Hopefully, this will be the last piece of bad news..."
Wushi murmured.
Boom!
Mountains and rivers collapsed. A stretch of earth was torn open, destroyed by supreme power.
"Who dares attack Hell?!"
Figure after figure shot into the sky, their killing intent piercing the heavens!
Great Powers gathered like clouds, and there were even two Kings... Without a doubt, this was an important stronghold of the assassin organization Hell!
They were furious. As an assassin organization that even the great holy lands feared, how could they ever have imagined someone storming one of their important halls?
If word got out, how would they ever show their faces again?
In fact, the commotion here had already alerted many cultivators, who watched from far away.
Yet the instigator of it all was a youth as transcendent as an immortal, with black hair cascading like a waterfall, looking no more than fifteen or sixteen.
"What, don't you recognize me?"
The youth stood with his hands behind his back, looking down upon Hell's assassins.
"The Sacred Body?!"
A Killer King's gaze shifted as he recognized the youth. "You still dare show yourself?!"
"Those who kill shall themselves be killed!"
The youth gave a long cry. "As long as this Sacred Body lives, one day I will wipe Hell's name from existence!"
"This battle is merely the interest!"
"One day, I'll storm Hell's highest hall and tread upon the bones of your Killing Saints!"
"When my Sacred Body reaches full mastery, not one of you stinking vermin in the gutters will survive!"
"I'll sweep away the three great assassin organizations and restore peace to the Eastern Wasteland!"
The youth's voice shook the mountains and rivers. Before the eyes of everyone present, he declared war on the assassin organizations that had plagued the Eastern Wasteland for years!
An uproar erupted!
Everyone burst into a clamor. This young Sacred Body's audacity knew no bounds!
Who did not know the assassin organizations' infamous reputation?
Yet throughout all history, who had dared declare war so brazenly?
"Such nerve!"
The Killer King seethed, secretly transmitting orders to his subordinates. "Hold him here. The Killing Saint will arrive shortly. I'll make sure he dies without a grave!"
The next moment, murderous light flooded the sky, and a tribulation of slaughter descended. The assassins attacked together, intent on hacking the young Sacred Body apart!
"Six Paths of Reincarnation Fist!"
The youth let out a mighty
roar. Golden blood energy surged skyward, raising dust that filled the heavens and mingled with the shattered void, shrouding everything in a haze!
No one could see the battlefield clearly. They only heard ceaseless screams of agony and furious roars of disbelief.
At last, everything fell silent. Only shattered mountains and rivers remained, along with a line written in blood.
"The destroyer of Hell was Wushi!"
That day, people finally learned the youth's name.
Wushi!
He had written a legend, daring to wage war against the Eastern Wasteland's most savage evil forces-the assassin organizations!
However, the marveling onlookers did not know that, amid their cries of astonishment, a young man walked away with effortless grace, carrying just under half a cubic unit of nine heavens divine jade, taking not a single cloud with him.
"I can't collect Wushi's remaining payment... but I can still recover the deposit I gave Hell!"
"I'm weak... so drawing my blade against someone weaker is perfectly reasonable!"