Chapter 605
by fanqienovelChapter 605: Qin Huangluo’s Path to Dao
Bang!
On the River of Time, the Chaotic Ancient God forcibly suppressed Master Sixth as Emperor Ling smiled wantonly, gripped the imperial sword at his waist with one hand—a clang rang out—and sword light froze the disaster soil.
Swish!
This sword spanned an epoch, its sharpness unparalleled.
On the sword’s surface, the figure of the human-skin Witch Master was mirrored—his flaws, vulnerabilities, and weaknesses all surfaced in Emperor Ling’s mind, making his attack incredibly sharp.
“Chaotic Ancient God, the clan leader will arrive soon. How dare you attack the Witch Master! To the ends of the earth, my clan will hunt you down with their lives!” Master Sixth roared.
His muscles bulged, blood vessels like dragons and snakes, bones rumbling like thunder, vital energy as vast as chaos—he exerted his full strength to blast away the chaos grinder and charged towards Emperor Ling.
Thump!
A beast-skin drum appeared in Master Sixth’s hands; totems danced wildly, streaks of witch patterns branded onto his skin—his aura surged rapidly, and he delivered a world-shaking punch, striking straight at the heart.
The Witch Clan cultivated their physical bodies; their attacks were simple and crude, yet shockingly powerful.
Emperor Ling frowned.
With one hand forming a seal, he moved to confront Master Sixth.
Rumble!
Horrible brute force erupted, shattering Emperor Ling’s divine abilities like rotten wood—he crashed into the River of Time, splashing up waves.
“Hehehe…”
But at that instant.
The Witch Master bared his fangs and, seizing the moment Master Sixth’s vital energy surged, swallowed him whole in one gulp.
Instantly.
A strange power seeped from the Witch Master’s body, enveloping Master Sixth—Master Sixth’s bloodline dissolved bit by bit, and massive essence flowed into the Witch Master’s form.
His human skin billowed out again—the ruptures mended—and his aura soared sharply.
“Sigh…”
Xuan Ancestor shook his head and sighed—Master Sixth was foolishly loyal; this human-skin Witch Master was clearly not the true Witch Master, more akin to an evil thought of his.
“Not worth it…” He felt it was pointless for Master Sixth.
“Junior brother, leave the Witch Master to them. I’ll help you ascend to Dao Ancestor,” Xuan Ancestor said solemnly.
“Ascending to Dao Ancestor in disaster soil?”
In the Purple Palace world, Qin Huangluo exclaimed in surprise.
“Mm.”
Xuan Ancestor nodded and said, “I’ve already notified the master. He’s likely watching the third epoch of disaster soil. With him overseeing this, you’ll be fine.”
“The Dao Ancestor Realm traverses past and present. What’s wrong with achieving it in the past?”
“Hahaha…”
Qin Huangluo laughed heartily, “Then, senior brother, I count on you to guard me.”
He flew out of Xuan Ancestor’s Purple Palace.
Swish!
The Ancient Scrolls of Spring and Autumn flew toward Qin Huangluo. As the scrolls slowly unfurled, strands of wondrous time power blossomed forth, causing ripples to spread across the River of Time.
Qin Huangluo’s gaze settled upon the scrolls, which reflected scenes from his entire life like a treasure mirror—from his infancy to the present day.
Within those memories, he saw a peerless beauty, as though sculpted with bones of divine jade and the grace of autumn waters.
"Little Yu, wait for me," he murmured.
Qin Huangluo sat in the lotus position as the scrolls settled onto his lap. Activating his profound skill, he manifested one hundred and eight Great Dao Worlds. An ancient guqin flew out.
His ten fingers caressed the strings, his demeanor as mild and refined as polished jade.
Clang!
The music began.
The Ancient Scrolls of Spring and Autumn unfurled like a vast curtain, draping over the one hundred and eight Great Dao Worlds. The power of time enveloped the one hundred and eight Daos.
Memories surged through his heart.
The smile at the corners of Qin Huangluo’s lips deepened.
His fingers danced over the guqin as the melody grew increasingly splendid—melodious and lively, mellow and pleasant—reflecting his current state of mind.
"Qin Huangluo is about to become a Dao Ancestor," Ye Li murmured.
"With guidance from the Master and a Dao Ancestor guarding his path, failing to advance would make him utterly worthless," Mu Fanyin commented lightly.
"Senior, will you not intervene?" Ye Li asked, watching the human-skin Witch Master. Having devoured Master Sixth, his power soared while his eyes grew increasingly deranged, brimming with bloodlust and savagery.
How was this Witch Master any different from a demon?
"Why should I intervene?" Mu Fanyin replied lightly.
"Aren’t you curious about what transpired with the Witch Master?"
Mu Fanyin gazed at him with amusement. "The Master is omniscient, and I serve the Master. Why risk my life seeking an answer elsewhere?"
Ye Li was rendered momentarily speechless, choked by her reply.
"Chaotic Daoist friend," Emperor Ling said solemnly, "Subduing the Witch Master is well within our capabilities if we join forces. If you are willing, let us conclude this swiftly."
"Agreed," the Chaotic Ancient God responded.
Boom!
He activated the Chaotic Divine Bell. The bell soared skyward as the power of his Origin Dao surged forth. Even the power of disaster and calamity could not fully negate the Chaotic Ancient God’s might.
"Chaos Domain!"
The Chaotic Ancient God activated his divine ability.
The next moment.
The divine bell descended, intertwining chaotic Dao runes within the disaster soil, manifesting a chaotic forbidden zone that sealed off everything. Countless strikes of Great Wilderness Divine Thunder bombarded the human-skin Witch Master.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Endless divine thunderbolts rained down, but the human-skin Witch Master opened his mouth wide, swallowing them whole.
Clang!
Meanwhile, Emperor Ling gripped his imperial sword, his sword intent soaring to the heavens. With a single stroke, he cleaved through the River of Time as the Hongmeng Dao manifested a sword world, slashing toward the human-skin Witch Master.
Boom!
At that very instant.
The chest of the human-skin Witch Master swelled. He reached deep into his abdomen and retrieved an ancient divine furnace. Within that furnace lay the primordial chaos and Hongmeng.
“The Great Wilderness Furnace?”
The countenances of the Chaotic Ancient God and Emperor Ling underwent a great change.
This was an innate treasure of a Dao One powerhouse!
“That epochal treasure is still in the Witch Master’s possession?” Ye Li exclaimed in surprise.
Mu Fanyin’s eyes turned solemn like never before, “According to Feng Wuji’s conjecture, a mysterious entity consumed the Witch Master’s essence, mana, and primordial spirit… yet left behind only the Great Wilderness Furnace…”
“This implies that what that entity sought was the Witch Master’s cultivation.”
Feng Wuji’s gaze flickered with intensity.
“That person’s strength must undoubtedly surpass the Witch Master’s.”
Boom!
The eyes of the human-skin Witch Master fixed upon the Great Wilderness Furnace. An indescribable glint flickered across his gaze. Though unaware of its origins, he wielded the furnace with incredible familiarity—as naturally as if it were part of his own body.
Grasping the furnace’s foot, he smashed it violently against the Chaotic Divine Bell.
Bang!
The chaotic domain shattered. The divine bell was dented inward, sent hurtling along with the Chaotic Ancient God into the churning waters of the River of Time. Both his mana and life energies raged out of control.
The Chaotic Ancient God’s heart bled in anguish. That divine bell was his innate treasure!
Seeing the perilous turn, Emperor Ling immediately retreated.
Boom!
But the Great Wilderness Furnace descended upon him like a falling mountain. An ancient, terrifying power enveloped Emperor Ling. The furnace was as vast as a miniature universe of pure energy. Enshrouded by its power, Emperor Ling’s vital energies roiled uncontrollably, threatening to tear free from his physical form.
Clang!
Emperor Ling gritted his teeth in grim resolve. With a will, he detonated his imperial sword! The self-destruction of the epochal treasure unleashed a terrifying eruption of power, hammering into the Great Wilderness Furnace like a cataclysmic blast wave.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Deafening explosions burst endlessly from the Great Wilderness Furnace. The shockwave slammed the human-skin Witch Master backward, almost tearing him through the disaster soil itself.
But mere breaths later.
The human-skin Witch Master returned, gripping the Great Wilderness Furnace—unscathed.
“Fine treasure indeed!” Ye Li murmured, his eyes gleaming with undisguised covetousness.
“Of course it’s fine,” Mu Fanyin retorted snappishly, though heat flashed in her own gaze. “In all the world, treasure that can match the Great Wilderness Furnace barely fills a single hand’s count.”
“Emperor Ling… we both miscalculated.”
The Chaotic Ancient God’s expression was bleak, shadowed.
Emperor Ling remained silent, his face unreadable.
None had foreseen the human-skin Witch Master still possessing the Great Wilderness Furnace—that artifact belonged to the realm of a Dao One powerhouse! This gap represented an entire tier of power beyond the Dao Ancestor level.
Crucially, the current human-skin Witch Master had fragmented memories; he knew no true methods to command the furnace. Yet, even relying solely on brute force, he could simultaneously suppress two of the mightiest Dao Ancestors! Such chilling might testified to the absolute terror embodied by the Great Wilderness Furnace.
Nearby, the Xuan Ancestor’s eyelids twitched incessantly. His entire being radiated vigilance, his focus entirely dedicated to safeguarding Qin Huangluo.
Flutter… Flutter…
Page by page, the Ancient Scrolls of Spring and Autumn turned smoothly.
An increasingly profound and elusive aura began emanating from Qin Huangluo.
At this exact moment.
He existed suspended between the past and the present.
The gentle currents of the River of Time cradled Qin Huangluo upon its highest crest. His form drifted downstream along the river current, seamlessly merging with the very flow of time itself.
But then—a brutal, savage light ignited deep within the pupils of the human-skin Witch Master!
He plunged directly into the turbulent waters of the River of Time, charging with murderous intent towards Qin Huangluo!
“Haaah…”
Witnessing this scene, the Chaotic Ancient God and Emperor Ling both released long sighs of profound relief.
Fortune had smiled; the Witch Master hadn’t chosen to pursue them further.
“That old monster…” Emperor Ling murmured bitterly, his voice laced with envy… yet also burning ambition still unquenched. Just a flayed hide remains… and yet it projects such frightening force… Then… what unparalleled heights must a truly intact Dao One powerhouse reach?