PHS Chapter 116 (Patreon)

Chapter 116: Ambush Him?

BOOM!

Above the Shimmering Light Sacred Land.

Meng Qingzhi stood resolute, a towering figure devouring the vital essence of mountains and rivers. He looked down upon the world, his body shrouded in a black mist that concealed his true form, leaving only a pair of eyes that glinted with dark light. All who met his gaze felt a chill creep into their hearts, their very souls threatening to sink into despair.

No one could say how powerful this existence was. A single glance felt as if it could bring annihilation, destabilizing one's divine sense, shattering their Dao foundation, and dragging them toward destruction

Om!

Meng Qingzhi raised his hand. A palm that blotted out the sky extended downward, descending with a deafening roar and swatting the old woman away.

"Who!" the old woman shrieked in terror.

She had been focusing all her power on wielding the Imperial Weapon, locked in battle with the Blazing Flame Ancestor. How could she have imagined that someone would attack her from behind?

One must understand, behind her was the Shimmering Light Sacred Land itself!

Bang!

With most of her True Essence depleted, the old woman had no power to resist the palm strike. Her physical body instantly disintegrated, only a single primordial spirit managing to escape. She turned her head to look at the figure behind her, a being like a demon lord, and screamed in horror.

"Someone from the Nine Nether Demon Sect!"

"Sharp eyes!"

A grim smile touched Meng Qingzhi's lips as he reached out with his hand again.

This time, he targeted no one in particular, but instead grasped for the Imperial Weapon in the sky. Though the Azure Dragon Cauldron was an Imperial Weapon, its master had long since passed away. With no one to wield it, its own power was not enough to resist the suppression of a Quasi-Emperor.

"How did you get in!" the old woman shrieked.

She looked toward the Sect Master's Grand Hall, her eyes blazing with undisguised killing intent. Could it be that the Shimmering Light Sacred Lord was truly a traitor?

But hadn't the Blazing Flame Ancestor sworn that the Shimmering Light Sacred Lord was a spy for the Heavenly Demon Palace?

What was this about the Nine Nether Demon Sect?

"You don't need to know. Go to your rebirth!"

Meng Qingzhi offered no answer. With one hand, he suppressed the Imperial Weapon; with the other, he struck out again. A great roar thundered as wind and lightning stirred. The world turned gray and vast as chains of divine order shattered. A colossal palm descended, destroying everything in its path, covering the old woman beneath it.

"No!" the old woman cried in despair.

Facing a Quasi-Emperor, she had no power to resist.

In a single strike, both her form and spirit were annihilated!

"A Quasi-Emperor of the Nine Nether Demon Sect. Do you intend to declare war on our Shimmering Light Sacred Land?"

At that moment, three more terrifying figures appeared.

All three were Great Saints. As their eyes opened and closed, cold light shot forth. Behind them, a vast river of stars unfurled, covering a thousand-li radius.

The Shimmering Light Sacred Land could still produce four Great Saint-level figures—a testament to its terrifying foundation.

Against any other power, this would have been enough to sweep them aside. But against Meng Qingzhi, it was not quite enough. The higher one's cultivation, the greater the change with each breakthrough. The gap between a Great Saint and a Quasi-Emperor was like a heavenly chasm, not something that could be bridged by numbers alone.

"Isn't it obvious enough?" Meng Qingzhi's expression was unchanged as he spoke with cold indifference.

"Such audacity!" one of the Great Saints, his hair and beard flying, roared in a deep voice.

"Attack together! Reclaim the Imperial Weapon!" another Great Saint shouted.

The moment his voice fell, the three simultaneously channeled all their True Essence, pouring it into the Imperial Weapon. With a humming roar, the Azure Dragon Cauldron reawakened, vibrating violently. Ten thousand rays of immortal light shot out, casting endless multicolored splendor.

Strands of chaotic energy descended.

Even Meng Qingzhi, suppressing it with all his might, found it difficult to hold down.

"Hmm?"

Meng Qingzhi's gaze turned cold, falling upon the three Great Saints. He knew that if he didn't kill these three, the Imperial Weapon he had just obtained would fly away.

The Azure Dragon Cauldron was, after all, the weapon of the ancient Shimmering Light Emperor. Though he was dead, these three were his successors. The Imperial Weapon would naturally be more inclined toward those who carried the ancient Emperor's aura. Although he was a Quasi-Emperor, trying to wrest control of the Imperial Weapon from these three Great Saints was a fool's dream.

Once the three fully awakened the Imperial Weapon, they could rely on its power to at least fight him to a standstill!

"You are courting death!"

Meng Qingzhi let out a cold shout. With a wave of his hand, he drew out the order of heaven and earth, forming a dense field of runes that locked down the surrounding space.

This was a formation.

With his Quasi-Emperor strength, he had laid a killing formation with a wave of his hand, enveloping the three Great Saints.

A sky full of killing light swept out like a great river, surging endlessly.

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"

Splashes of blood erupted. In just a moment, the three Great Saints were covered in wounds. They had failed to reclaim the Imperial Weapon and had instead fallen into a perilous situation.

One of the Great Saints gritted his teeth and said, "Nine Nether Demon Sect, for what you have done today, when our Shimmering Light Sacred Land's Ancestor Ling Xiao returns, he will surely settle this account with you!"

"Indeed!" another Great Saint added. "We have already notified Ancestor Ling Xiao. Your Nine Nether Demon Sect had better prepare to pay the price!"

"Heh heh."

Meng Qingzhi let out a disdainful laugh. He suppressed the Imperial Weapon once more, then, with a wave of his sleeve, he collected it. His voice was hoarse as he said, "Do you think a dangerous place like the Chaotic Star Sea is somewhere you can come and go as you please?"

"Even a Great Emperor faces the risk of falling if they enter. Ling Xiao is a mere Quasi-Emperor. It's not even certain he'll return alive, and you're counting on him to avenge you?"

"Ridiculous!"

As these words were spoken, the three Great Saints turned deathly pale, their bodies cold as if plunged into an icy cellar.

This news... how did the people of the Nine Nether Demon Sect know?

Back then, when Ancestor Ling Xiao had gone to the Chaotic Star Sea, only the four of them had known. Could someone have leaked the information?

"When Ling Xiao returns, if he doesn't come to the Nine Nether Demon Sect, that's one thing. If he dares to come, this old man will slay him!" Meng Qingzhi said with indifference.

"As for you, you'll go before him."

BOOM!

Meng Qingzhi extended his hand and grasped at the void. A great roar sounded from the space. The formation shattered, and the three Great Saints within vanished along with it.

Meng Qingzhi collected three Great Saint-level weapons that no one could see.

This time, the profits were immense!

One Imperial Weapon, three Great Saint-level weapons, plus the countless years of heritage of the Shimmering Light Sacred Land—it was enough to completely recoup his expenses at the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets.

He had even made a considerable profit!

"The Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets is truly worthy of its name. It can even calculate a path of survival through a Great Emperor's formation!"

Meng Qingzhi was filled with emotion.

After taking the resources of the Shimmering Light Sacred Land, as long as he could deal with Ling Xiao's retaliation, their Nine Nether Demon Sect would have completely secured its footing!

"Perhaps... I should go to the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets again, buy another piece of information, and ambush Ling Xiao on his return?" Meng Qingzhi thought to himself.

At this thought, Meng Qingzhi's eyes lit up. He reached out with his hand, and one divine peak after another rapidly shrank, drawn into his sleeve.

Use the resources of the Shimmering Light Sacred Land to buy information on Ling Xiao, and then plot against him. Wouldn't that be a business with no capital?

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