Chapter 292

Chapter 292: He Experienced Enlightenment

The Ghost Ship of the Buried Immortals sailed slowly.

Wherever it passed, an oppressive aura of death surged, clinging heavily to the mountainside.

As Zhang Yang boarded the ship, he passed by the broken Inheritance Stone Furnace in the blink of an eye.

"What a pity."

Jin Zhihong looked on with deep regret. He knew the origins of the Inheritance Stone Furnace and understood the terrifying power of the shattered holy weapon.

The destruction of such a relic made him grasp the true horror of the Abyss of the Buried Immortals.

A heavy sense of oppression settled over him. Deep inside, he harbored intense hatred for Moon-Returning Dragon and his followers. At the same time, he was astonished. How had Zhang Yang survived? The Inheritance Stone Furnace had been destroyed!

His shock was mirrored by the Butian Pavilion members.

They all examined Zhang Yang closely.

Yet, Zhang Yang only glanced at them briefly before shifting his focus to Yaoruoxian.

This woman was determined to fight him to the very end.

Now that they were aboard the Ghost Ship of the Buried Immortals, disembarking would take a long time. Their Nine Battles Tribulation seemed inevitable, unless one of them perished before it could even begin. There was no third option.

If, after the Nine Battles Tribulation, Yaoruoxian still failed to kill him, then the earlier incident involving the so-called "slave" might truly unfold.

His gaze grew colder as he stared at her.

Yaoruoxian’s jewel-like black eyes shifted toward the broken Inheritance Stone Furnace as she passed by.

At that moment, the holy fire within the Inheritance Stone Furnace flickered violently as if responding to her presence. Then, it erupted completely.

The Forbidden Law Patterns inside the furnace transformed into holy fire, surging outward and boarding the ship.

This triggered a fierce reaction from the overwhelming aura of death.

Most of the holy fire was extinguished, yet a small portion still managed to land on Yaoruoxian, making her appear even more ethereal, like a celestial being.

The flames danced wildly.

Her hair billowed.

Yi Piaopiao.

Her bright eyes sparkled.

Her delicate face, small enough to fit in a palm, radiated holy light.

In the eerie darkness of the Ghost Ship of the Buried Immortals, she stood out like a divine figure, drawing all attention.

Yet, she remained fixated on the broken Inheritance Stone Furnace, watching as the ship drifted past it.

For most, it was merely a passing moment, at most a regretful sight—the destruction of a powerful holy weapon.

For Yaoruoxian, however, it was an opportunity.

Her gaze lingered on the engraved martial arts technique etched into the saintly path of the furnace, the Star Summon, visible on the furnace’s cracked wall.

It was only a brief look.

The crack was barely wide enough for one person to squeeze through.

Surprisingly, she had an epiphany.

Previously, she had never noticed it—she had even ruthlessly discarded the Inheritance Stone Furnace in her pursuit of Zhang Yang, along with the Star Summon martial arts technique.

She had missed out.

But now, with her extraordinary insight, she reclaimed it.

There was no need for her to act deliberately; the moment she grasped the comprehension, the stone furnace’s holy fire surged fiercely around her, faintly revealing fiery meteors. The flames illuminated the surrounding area for over a hundred meters, making her appear like a flame fairy.

"Unbelievable!"

Jin Zhihong watched, feeling suffocated.

That was a martial arts technique on the path of a saint!

Such techniques were the most difficult to cultivate. Even the Great Boundless found them challenging to comprehend, as they contained the profound mysteries of the saintly way and required a foundation in the saintly path.

Without a doubt, Yaoruoxian possessed that foundation completely.

After the Eternal Night, she became the first to create Saints’ laws without actually being a saint. And she was merely at the Ascending to Heaven realm, destined to be recorded in history.

This incredibly enchanting woman had actually boarded the Ghost Ship of the Buried Immortals for the sake of a man.

Jin Zhihong couldn’t help but look at Zhang Yang again.

Yet Zhang Yang remained calm, showing no surprise, as if Yaoruoxian’s achievement was nothing out of the ordinary.

Jin Zhihong sneered in derision. "As if you could do that too. What a show!"

Zhang Yang couldn’t be bothered to respond.

He could comprehend Star Summon if he wanted to, but he had no desire to cultivate it.

He still held several saintly martial arts techniques left by Saint Yue Shou and felt no inclination to change that.

He remained steadfast in his convictions, always relying on strength and martial arts techniques.

The ship moved steadily forward.

Not long after, figures finally appeared once more.

A two-meter-long sacred wood, glowing with dazzling thunder, came into view.

Standing atop the thunder-struck sacred wood were four people, three men and one woman.

Leading them was a handsome young man in a white robe, who remained calm even within the Abyss of the Buried Immortals.

Their presence immediately captured the attention of Jin Zhihong and the others from the Taixu Dynasty.

"Moon-Returning Dragon, you’re quite lucky," Jin Zhihong said coldly. "You jumped into the Abyss of the Buried Immortals and didn’t even die. But that’s fine, since I’ve come down, you’re destined to die!"

Moon-Returning Dragon, bringing his three companions, boarded the ship with the aid of the sacred wood.

The entire process unfolded in Zhang Yang’s view.

The thunder-struck sacred wood kept the aura of death at bay, proving to be even more effective than the life-boosting forbidden law.

"Brother Jin, your plans were truly far-reaching and meticulous," Moon-Returning Dragon said with a faint smile. "You even bribed more than two of my closest confidants, yet you still failed to kill me. Now that I’ve fully recovered, you have no chance."

He showed no resentment toward the pursuit that had driven him to leap into the Abyss of the Buried Immortals. His refined demeanor earned admiration.

Jin Zhihong sneered. "I created the first opportunity to kill you. I can certainly create a second."

Moon-Returning Dragon simply smiled, choosing not to reply. To him, quarreling was meaningless.

The two sides began to confront each other.

One side had four people, while the other boasted over a hundred. Both exuded tremendous momentum, ready for battle the moment the Ghost Ship of the Buried Immortals reached the bottom of the Abyss.

Zhang Yang had initially only glanced at them, but the thunder-struck sacred wood caught his attention.

The so-called thunder-struck sacred wood was a saintly treasure, formed after being struck by divine thunder.

The piece guarding Moon-Returning Dragon and his followers looked like ordinary rotting wood, yet among the decay, a tender bud the size of a thumb had emerged.

It was precisely this tender bud that moved Zhang Yang’s heart.

He possessed Slaughter Thunder Saint Power!

He had first comprehended it from a thunderstorm, and later, it had reached perfection due to the Thunder Saint Monarch on the Immortal Path.

From the very name of his holy power, it was evident—Slaughter meant destruction, the annihilation of all.

This understanding had come from his experience with thunder.

At that time, he had also been under siege, fighting desperately to carve a path out of the Vast Forest.

His mind had been solely focused on battle and destruction.

But now, seeing that tender bud on the Thunder-Struck Sacred Wood, he suddenly realized something.

He had gone off track or rather, he had never fully understood the true nature of thunder.

"Thunder brings destruction."

"Thunder also brings rebirth."

"When the spring thunder sounds, all things come to life!"

"But I only saw destruction and forgot the deeper aspect of thunder life!"

"Thunder embodies both destruction and life. That is why the Thunder-Struck Sacred Wood can protect Moon-Returning Dragon and his followers within the Abyss of the Buried Immortals, even causing the aura of death to retreat, because it is far more domineering and pure than the life-boosting forbidden law."

"In the realm of martial arts, thunder is generally seen as the power of the heavens, the force of natural law—a force that maintains order in the world. It destroys those who bring chaos, such as rebellious immortals, while also creating infinite vitality for mortals."

"Now, I understand."

"I have comprehended."

Zhang Yang felt a profound sense of enlightenment as he lightly closed his eyes, reorganizing his Slaughter Thunder Saint Power.

Boom!

Killing thunder burst forth from his body, surging wildly.

In that moment, the Thunder-Struck Sacred Wood seemed to respond, vibrating slightly. The singular tender bud upon it swayed, eager to grow.

This astonished Moon-Returning Dragon, while the two men and one woman behind him displayed varying expressions of surprise.

Jin Zhihong, Yuan Chimuyu, Nie Bahuang, and Qing Xie stared wide-eyed at Zhang Yang.

How could they not see that Zhang Yang had gained insight from the Thunder-Struck Sacred Wood?

Jin Zhihong quickly glanced at Yaoruoxian, only to find her utterly calm, as if she hadn’t noticed anything. There was not a trace of surprise on her face.

His gaze shifted back to Zhang Yang, then to Yaoruoxian again. His mouth twitched as he muttered, "These two monsters… Competing in comprehension, neither willing to back down!"