Green Firmament Immortal Realm.
The Academy Patriarch, King Yunyou, and the other Immortal Kings dispersed. Some of the experts and factions around the Battle Kingdom also temporarily quietened down.
The combat strength that Lin Zhan displayed was too powerful. He fought six Immortal Kings by himself!
As long as the Battle Kingdom had Lin Zhan, it would be very difficult for others to shake it.
In the Battle Kingdom Royal Palace.
"Why did you stop me from attacking the Academy Patriarch?" Lin Zhan looked at Immortal King Ling Long and asked with a frown.
Immortal King Ling Long's expression was solemn. "The Academy Patriarch hid his cultivation level. His combat strength should have already broken through to the Grotto-Heaven realm!"
"Hmm?"
Lin Zhan's heart skipped a beat.
Immortal King Ling Long recounted the scene she saw on the Withering Star and said, "There are still some remnants of the battle aura on the Withering Star. The Academy Patriarch is very likely a Quasi-thearch."
Quasi-thearch!
Lin Zhan knew very well that although a Quasi-thearch was worlds apart from an Imperial Emperor, a Quasi-thearch meant that one was already half a step into the Imperial Emperor realm!
Since ancient times, countless Immortal Kings had stopped at this stage and were unable to reach the Imperial Emperor realm in their entire lives.
From this, it could be seen how difficult it was to reach the Imperial Emperor realm.
Not to mention that Lin Zhan's injuries had yet to recover, even if his injuries were healed, he might not be able to withstand the power of a Quasi-thearch!
"The Academy Patriarch hid his strength too well."
Lin Zhan said in a low voice.
Immortal King Ling Long said, "If I'm not wrong, the Three Pure Jade Books are already in his hands. Given enough time, he might even be able to become a true Imperial Emperor!
"Moreover, the Academy Patriarch might have set up a shocking plan this time. Not only does he want to obtain the Three Pure Jade Books, but he also wants to snatch Zimo's Qinglian. He even wants to snatch my Sixth Divine Lesson …"
Immortal King Ling Long recounted her speculation.
Lin Zhan felt a lingering fear when he heard this.
If it weren't for the appearance of the Thearch tomb on the Withering Star and Su Zimo's warning before he died, Immortal King Ling Long might have been killed by the Academy Patriarch!
"Zimo …"
Lin Zhan's expression was solemn. He asked in a low voice, "Does he really have no chance of survival after entering the Thearch Tomb?"
Immortal King Ling Long remained silent.
A moment later, Immortal King Ling Long said, "Something must have happened in the Thearch Tomb. Perhaps Zimo is blessed …"
Even Immortal King Ling Long herself didn't have the confidence to say these words.
Even if something were to happen in the Emperor Tomb, the curse of the Emperor Tomb would still be there.
As long as the Emperor Tomb's curse existed, Su Zimo had no chance of surviving!
…
In the dark and cold turbulence of the void, a huge tomb floated quietly, drifting with the flow to an unknown place.
As soon as Su Zimo entered the Monarch Tomb, he could clearly feel a strange force looming over him.
This power was all-pervasive and had even seeped into his body, bloodline, and sea of consciousness!
Emperor Tomb Curse!
The moment Su Zimo entered the Emperor's Tomb, the power of the curse had already begun to unleash its power, corroding his flesh and Essence Spirit!
Su Zimo's Essence Spirit, Qinglian, was already on the verge of collapse.
Countless green threads of the Master Slaying Curse coiled around his Essence Spirit. Now that it was tainted with the Emperor Tomb's curse, it was even more hopeless.
"It's a pity that curses aren't like poisons. I can fight poison with poison …"
Su Zimo laughed self-deprecatingly.
His consciousness was already gradually fading. His vision was turning black, and he could only subconsciously stumble forward.
If not for the fact that the grade-12 Qinglian possessed an unimaginably massive lifeforce and was trying her best to keep him alive, he wouldn't have lasted until now!
"I'm too tired."
Su Zimo felt a wave of fatigue and his eyelids were heavy. He only wanted to fall down and have a good sleep.
He seemed to hear a thud beside his ears.
Su Zimo fell to the ground. In his blurry vision, he seemed to have vaguely seen a figure standing not far away.
"It must be an illusion."
Su Zimo was already in a daze and his consciousness was fading.
"Ugh!"
He seemed to hear a deep sigh in his ears.
"Infected with two great curses, you can't be saved. What a pity."
A voice seemed to ring from the horizon, extremely far away.
"This voice, it's a little familiar …"
This was Su Zimo's last thought. Then, he lost consciousness.
… …
Hell, Cold Spring Prison.
In the depths of the Cold Spring Palace, Wu Dao's original body was cultivating in seclusion in a secret room next to the Hell Cold Spring. He silently sorted out what he had learned and read over the years.
In fact, before the Summit of the Nine Heavens, Wu Dao's original body already had a hint of inspiration for his next technique.
But at the Summit of the Nine Heavens, when he saw the green halo that spread out when the Divine Tree of Jianmu woke up, this inspiration deepened.
And the fierce battle outside the Cold Spring Palace that lasted for a day and a night really made this idea take shape.
Later, through Princess Yufei, Wu Dao's original body translated the Yin Yang Talisman Scripture and browsed the Hell Nine Springs Scripture's fundamental formula and the Cold Spring Chapter.
Wu Dao's next realm, he had accumulated and settled for many years. Now, it was already a matter of course.
The three kinds of Dao of Immortal, Buddha, and Demon, after the True First Realm, would forcibly shatter the Dao Fruit.
With this power, one could condense a grotto-heaven.
And the foundation of Wu Dao's technique was always to cultivate one's own body.
In the True Martial Realm, the original body cultivated the True Wu Dao Body.
On the flesh, bones, and internal organs, countless runes that contained the profound meaning of the Martial Way were smelted. The marrow was cleansed, the blood was changed, and the bones were reborn, creating a powerful and invincible body — the True Martial Way Body.
And Wu Dao continued to deduce, these runes continued to deepen, and the power became stronger and stronger.
Until breaking through a certain limit, they spread out from the True Wu Dao Body and broke out of the body.
With the True Wu Dao Body as the center, a domain of intertwining Dao techniques was formed around it!
This was the next realm of Wu Dao — the Martial Domain Realm!
The power of this domain was definitely not fused with the power of the grotto-heaven.
And the Martial Domain Realm corresponded to the Grotto-Heaven Realm of the Immortal, Buddha, and Demon Dao!
In the secret chamber.
Wu Dao's original body suddenly opened his eyes, and an extremely terrifying aura burst out from his body. As if he had broken through some kind of barrier, his aura suddenly rose to another level!
Then, a few balls of flames spread out from the True Wu Dao Body, forming a domain of raging flames around Wu Dao's original body. It was like purgatory!
This scene was similar to when Wu Dao's original body fought against the Cold Spring Hell army outside the Cold Spring Palace.
Any living being that stepped into this domain would be suppressed by Wu Dao's original body and burned to ashes!
This fiery hell was similar to the green halo of the Divine Builder Tree.
In this domain, Wu Dao's original body was the only god!
The entire secret chamber was enveloped by Wu Dao's Purgatory and could not resist this power at all. In the blink of an eye, it melted and turned into balls of boiling red molten iron.
Wu Dao's original body was once again exposed around the Cold Spring Hell.
Even with the bone-chilling cold of the Cold Spring Hell, it could not suppress the power of Wu Dao's Purgatory!
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