On this day, the great holy lands of the Eastern Wasteland remembered once more the terror the Assassin Heavenly Court had brought them.
Battle cries shook the heavens. The most terrifying assassin organization was advancing, and a calamity of slaughter descended, engulfing the Nether God Palace.
"Aaah!"
"Spare me!"
"Assassin Heavenly Court, may you all die wretched deaths!"
Without question, this was a massacre. Great Powers and Kings who specialized in the Life-Killing Great Art joined forces, and with every sweep of a Killing Sword, heads flew and blood splashed across the frozen plains.
Shhk!
Feng Jiu mingled among them, unleashing towering killing light as he battled the Nether God Palace's current-and soon to be last-Holy Son. They fought evenly, neither gaining the upper hand: a true clash of dragon and tiger.
Even as he "fought a bloody battle," he searched around... He vaguely remembered that the Myriad Dragon Nest was an underground palace, not aboveground, but beneath it.
This way, please.
The True Dragon Immortal Medicine was only a rumor, but once they entered the Myriad Dragon Nest, everything could be confirmed.
By then, there might be more than divine medicine-even Emperor Corpses!
One could call it an Emperor Tomb, far more lavish than the Demon Emperor's Tomb deep in the starry sky!
As for the Qing Emperor's Tomb of later ages, where even spiritually awakened weapons were treasured and carefully stored... best not to mention it.
Boil over! Go wild! Cultivators of the Big Dipper Ancient Star!
I, Feng Jiu, have such a kind heart. I opened an Emperor Tomb Instance for you-how many lifetimes of virtue did you have to accumulate to earn this blessing?
Feng Jiu was delighted. He wanted to see blood flow in rivers, mountains of corpses and seas of blood!
In this grand event spanning all of Beidou, which he had single-handedly planned and set in motion, Saints were bound to fall. Even a battle between Emperor Weapons was quite possible.
Because in this era, one special Extreme Dao Holy Land still existed. It had yet to be razed.
-the Devouring Heaven Holy Land!
The Ruthless Great Emperor had no descendants.
But the little village where she had come from inherited her teachings after the Female Emperor attained her Dao, enshrining an Emperor Weapon-the Devouring Heaven Demon Jar!
Now, if the Ruthless Great Emperor's tomb were exposed, how could that holy land remain calm? It would surely come out in full force, just like the Assassin Heavenly Court before them, and attack the Myriad Dragon Nest, either to bring back the Imperial Ancestor's Coffin or to drive out the ancient imperial clan within and become Tomb Keepers there.
Could the ancient imperial clan in the Myriad Dragon Nest swallow such humiliation?
They had two Great Saints and an Ancient Emperor Weapon. How could they leave without daring to fight even once, fleeing in panic like dogs that had lost their home?
The Ruthless Inheritance is still alive and kicking. Good... though I doubt they have many days left to kick, fellow sufferers just like the Assassin Heavenly Court.
Since that's the case, they might as well shine and burn together, contributing some strength to my cause...
Feng Jiu's abacus beads were practically flying off.
He had been eyeing the Myriad Dragon Nest for far longer than a day or two. Who could blame him, when it held so many big prizes and posed the least difficulty?
For many of the opportunities that would appear over a hundred thousand years later, Feng Jiu had the will but lacked the means.
But the Myriad Dragon Nest was a sure thing, especially after he met Wushi and confirmed that he had emerged in this era.
In later ages, Wushi's Emperor's Son-the Black Emperor-had once said that when Wushi surveyed Beidou, the place he chose for his cultivation ground was not Purple Mountain, but the Myriad Dragon Nest.
Only, he had "arrived too late."
A human Great Emperor before him had already occupied it!
None other than Ruthless!
Thus, having met Wushi, Feng Jiu knew that disaster had fallen from the heavens upon the ancient imperial clan in the Myriad Dragon Nest. An overbearing, unreasonable Female Emperor had shoved a few things around and set up four coffins for herself!
That ancient imperial clan had truly suffered an unbearable indignity!
They had been sleeping perfectly well, only for a human Great Emperor to choose their ancestral grounds as her burial site-to die in their home and ruin their feng shui!
Yes, she really had ruined their feng shui!
Human Extreme Dao Holy Lands had Emperor Weapons and Emperor Formations... how could an ancient imperial clan not have them too?
Yet when the Ruthless Great Emperor "buried her corpse" in the Myriad Dragon Nest, whether deliberately or otherwise, she had directly wrecked the arrangement of their formations!
For instance, one flawless Quasi-Emperor Formation Diagram belonging to this imperial clan had its crucial point pinned beneath the Ruthless Great Emperor's coffin, leaving it flawed!
Otherwise, faced with an Ancient Emperor Weapon combined with a flawless Quasi-Emperor Formation Diagram, even Feng Jiu would have turned tail and fled.
But now?
Fellow cultivators of Beidou, charge! The Immortal Divine Medicine is beckoning to us! Emperor Weapons are beckoning to us!
-Back then, the Ruthless Great Emperor had refined the body from one of her lives into the Devouring Heaven Demon Jar. There seemed to be several more Emperor Corpses here, so surely they could produce a few more Emperor Weapons?
There was no need to worry about the courage of the cultivators of Shrouding the Heavens. Someone would absolutely dare to conceive of such a thing and carry it out.
In later ages, a Saint had carried the remains from one of the Ruthless Great Emperor's lives out of the Bronze Immortal Palace on his back. Then several of the Eastern Wasteland's foremost holy lands gathered together and divided up the flesh and blood of the Female Emperor's remains!
Just look at what they had done!
That the Female Emperor did not slap those holy lands into oblivion after she regained consciousness truly showed her broad-mindedness.
With examples like that, there was absolutely no need to worry that the cultivators of Shrouding the Heavens lacked courage.
Give them an opportunity, and they would poke a hole through the heavens themselves, committing one earth-shattering deed after another that shocked the ages!
Seizing Emperor Weapons at the Four Extremes realm, invading Emperor Tombs at the Dragon Transformation realm, Great Powers seeking to fight their way to a lifetime as an immortal...
There were only things they had never imagined, never things they dared not do!
As for right now...
Now it's an old Great Saint with little life left, arriving with an Ultimate Dao Divine Weapon... oh, no, a Quasi-Emperor Heavy Weapon!
Feng Jiu glanced from afar at the fiercest battlefield.
There, the current Lord of the Heavenly Court of the Assassin Heavenly Court had made his move. Death hung heavily over his entire body, and he had few days left to live, yet he displayed unstoppable divine might!
Expressionlessly, he extended a hand. Without any discernible movement, he seized a Saint clad in dragon scales-the Saint-level reserve the Nether God Palace had summoned in its desperation, roaring that they would perish together!
"Roar!"
The Dragon-Scaled Saint roared in shock and fury. His horns stood proud, and terrifying azure light blazed forth, making ten thousand miles of mountains and rivers seem ready to burn!
But none of it mattered.
As the Lord of the Heavenly Court tightened his grip little by little, the Dragon-Scaled Saint shattered inch by inch like fragile porcelain, accompanied by agonized, heart-rending wails!
Before everyone's eyes, a Saint died just like that, his Dao extinguished!
Only a streak of bloody light remained, formed from his life essence. With a slight inhalation, the Lord of the Heavenly Court drew it into his body!
A Saint had become blood nourishment!
The scene was as though a dark turmoil had descended upon the Nether God Palace.
"Holy Ancestor!"
The surviving cultivators of the Nether God Palace wept.
But weeping was useless!
Boom!
A head fell from the heavens and smashed into the frozen plain. Blood splattered onto the Nether God Palace's cultivators, and even
Immortal Second Realm Mighty Figures screamed at that moment, their bodies evaporating inch by inch like melting ice and snow!
This was a Saint's blood!
Another Saint had fallen!
A blood-red sword could be seen piercing the Saint's head. It had subjected him to boundless agony before his death, leaving him with an endlessly contorted expression!
"Aaah!"
The Nether God Palace's last reserve let out a long howl. Overwhelmed by grief and despair, he cried, "Heavenly Court! I'll fight you to the death!"
He brought forth the Nether God Palace's Inherited Saint Weapon, a mighty weapon into which a Great Saint had poured his heart and soul. Linked to the holy land's entire Sect Saint Formation, both ignited together at that moment, erupting with light that could destroy heaven and earth!
"Futile! Useless!"
The Lord of the Heavenly Court lowered his eyes indifferently. The Book of Time blazed with splendor, and in a blur, space and time twisted. Everything froze for an instant!
At the same time, a Golden Scepter swung down within the frozen domain, ignoring every obstruction as it struck the Saint and reduced him... to ashes and smoke!