PHS Chapter 165 (Patreon)

Chapter 165: Surrender the Herb, and I May Spare Your Life

While Zhang Baichuan was trying to figure out how to escape the restriction, a different scene was unfolding in the depths of the Mystic Realm of Creation.

Atop a divine peak, rich medicinal fragrance permeated the air. Brilliant rays of light cleansed the hearts of all who witnessed it, and the aura of the Great Dao reverberated between heaven and earth. The summit was a dazzling sight, shimmering with light and overflowing with a sweet scent. There stood a small, gnarled tree weathered by the ages.

Upon it hung six divine fruits, each resembling a miniature sun. They were brilliant, flawless gold, each the size of an infant's fist. The medicinal aroma they exuded was so potent that a single whiff could create the illusion of ascending to immortality. The pores of every cultivator present opened, their bodies continuously cleansed by the divine power. They looked like solar essence—their medicinal properties mysterious and powerful, beautiful and crystalline. A single glance was enough to captivate.

"A Great Saint-level spirit herb!"

In the distance, a human cultivator stood in the sky, murmuring as he gazed at the herb.

Many humans were present, along with cultivators from the demon and devil races. They had rushed to the depths of the mystic realm the moment it opened.

This was the first Great Saint-level spirit herb to reveal itself to them!

Beside it, two Saint King-level spirit herbs swayed in the wind!

If one could break the restriction, they would undoubtedly obtain a heaven-defying opportunity. In the face of such a spirit herb, even the great powers would be moved to action!

But for now, even if someone wanted to seize it, they dared not cross the line.

This was because, beside the divine peak, two god-like figures stood guard. Their auras were immense, and a cold glint shot from their eyes when they opened. At their feet lay several hundred corpses, crimson blood flowing freely, painting the divine peak with a tragic hue!

These hundreds of corpses were no ordinary cultivators.

Among them were the Sacred Sons of various major powers, several Sacred Lord-level figures, and even two Sacred Lord-level Feral Beasts that had been torn to shreds. With such powerful beings slain, who else would dare to step forward?

"The Golden Crow clan and the Golden-Winged Peng clan..."

A cultivator from the devil race, his hair red as blood, watched the two figures in the distance with indifferent eyes. He murmured softly to himself, choosing not to advance. The pressure these two exuded was simply too great.

One was the Young Lord of the Golden-Winged Peng clan, ranked seventeenth on the Demon Race Prodigy Leaderboard. The other was the Second Prince of the Golden Crow clan, ranked eighteenth. If the two of them joined forces, even someone from the top ten of the leaderboard would have to think twice before engaging.

The younger generation couldn't defeat them, and the older generation was unlikely to be a match for their Dao Protectors. No one present was naive enough to believe that just because the Dao Protectors couldn't be seen, they didn't exist.

For all they knew, those Sacred Lord-level experts were hidden somewhere in the void, watching them with cold indifference.

"It seems the first Great Saint-level spirit herb to appear is fated to fall into the hands of the demon race."

Many people shook their heads slightly.

A few human prodigies had passed by earlier, but after a single glance, they had departed without a second thought. Perhaps they had other targets, or perhaps they simply didn't want to provoke these two.

If even the human prodigies chose not to act, what could the rest of them, who were weaker in both strength and backing, possibly do?

They could only watch as the demon race took the Great Saint-level spirit herb.

"Look, the Young Lord of the Golden-Winged Peng clan is making his move!" someone exclaimed.

As they watched, Jin Chen descended from the sky. A symbol flashed in his palm as he pressed it against the restriction. With a soft hum, an opening large enough for one person appeared.

This...

Many of the uninformed cultivators were dumbfounded.

"He didn't have to break the formation. Why could he just walk in?"

"Perhaps he came prepared?"

"Fool! He's been to the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets! His understanding of this mystic realm surpasses that of ordinary people. I'm afraid that even the information held by the Ye Imperial Clan is no match for the combined knowledge of the Golden Crow and Golden-Winged Peng clans!"

"Has every major power bought information from the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets?"

"Not every single one, but at least sixty or seventy percent of them have. It's obvious the Golden Crow and Golden-Winged Peng clans have both been."

"The Golden-Winged Peng and Golden Crow clans have joined forces. In that case, which of the human prodigies in this mystic realm can stand against them? Does this mean the entire Mystic Realm of Creation will fall into the hands of the demon race?"

Many became deeply pessimistic.

The Mystic Realm of Creation was, after all, a realm left behind by a human Great Emperor. To see it fall into the hands of the demon race today was something that not only the Ye Imperial Clan but even they found difficult to accept. When humans fought amongst themselves behind closed doors, it was one thing. But for an outside race to interfere carried a completely different meaning.

"Hateful!"

Someone said with immense resentment, "The number one on our Human Race Prodigy Leaderboard, Yu Qingxian, has not appeared! If she were here, what chance would the demon race have?"

"Indeed."

This sentiment was shared by many.

Yu Qingxian had not come, and they dared not go to the Kunlun Ruins to call for her. That forbidden ruin was not a place one could enter and expect to have the same good fortune as Ye Chen.

"This Great Saint-level herb has fallen into the hands of the demon race. Let's just hope the others can be claimed by the human race," an old man said in a low voice.

Many could already see Jin Chen's hand moving like a blade, cutting through the void to excavate the Great Saint-level spirit herb. He was preparing to take the entire thing. This wasn't just about picking the herb; he was going to uproot the whole tree!

Countless people felt their hearts bleed, but none dared to speak up and stop him.

Just as everyone's spirits hit rock bottom, a clear voice rang out from the void, reaching every ear with perfect clarity.

"Surrender the Great Saint-level herb, and Shen may spare your life!"

As the voice fell, a Golden Divine Wolf, thirty feet tall, shattered the clouds as it rushed over from the horizon, its body flowing with golden light.

Seated upon it was a man. His bearing was like jade, his white robes whiter than snow, and his long hair flew in the wind. A terrifying power circulated around him, shaking the surroundings and instantly drawing the gazes of all present.

"The Sacred Son of Primal Beginning!" someone cried out in shock.

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