Chương 142: The Eldest Senior Brother of Falling Emperor Mountain (Part 7)

An Innate Holy Spirit! Innate Holy Spirits belonged to no race. They had neither father nor mother. They were miracles birthed by the heavens and earth themselves—absorbing millions of years of the world's purest essence. Born supremely powerful, their Dao hearts remained flawless and pure. They were destined to ascend to the pinnacle of the Great Dao. Such beings carried unparalleled arrogance. They looked down upon all living creatures and acknowledged only the will of heaven and earth. Yet…

the fourth disciple of Falling Emperor Mountain had always been timid, obscure, and utterly unremarkable. How could someone like that possibly be an Innate Holy Spirit? Su Chen felt genuine astonishment. In all the long tens of thousands of years he had lived, this was the first time he had encountered one. He had suspected Ji Changkong was hiding something, but he never imagined the secret ran this deep. An Innate Holy Spirit had been lying dormant within Falling Emperor Mountain all this time…

What exactly was his purpose? Even the Ji Clan elder stood dumbfounded. Their young master… was an Innate Holy Spirit? But Innate Holy Spirits had no parents.

"How is this possible?" The creatures of the Black Nether Demon Domain were equally stunned. The white-haired Ji Changkong had completely transformed. With a single punch he unleashed, it seemed as though he intended to shatter the very heavens. Overbearing and unmatched, the Innate Holy Spirit physique was the strongest holy body in existence. Even at the Void Refining realm, his aura completely suppressed the Nirvana Realm Black Nether prodigy, rendering him immobile.

One punch alone shattered half the demon's body. The sheer, terrifying force demonstrated what true physical supremacy meant. Then, in full view of the crowd, Ji Changkong tore the Black Nether prodigy in half with his bare hands. Fresh blood rained across his white hair and face. His cold, indifferent pupils flickered with an eerie red glow. From atop the demon rampart, the many Black Nether prodigies watched as the white-haired figure turned his gaze toward them.

That strange crimson light in his eyes sent chills racing through their bodies, as though they had plunged into an icy abyss. But the red glow soon faded from Ji Changkong's eyes. His face turned deathly pale. He returned to the Azure Nether Dao Domain side. Under the stares of everyone present, Ji Changkong scratched his head awkwardly.

"Actually… I'm a good person." The trembling Ji Clan elder asked, "Are you truly our Young Master Changkong?" Even Ji Mingyue, now released from the bronze pillar atop the rampart, looked at him curiously.

"Are you really my brother?" Ji Changkong's face darkened with black lines.

"I carry the bloodline of the Ji Clan, and I am indeed Ji Changkong—there's no mistake. But something unexpected happened… perhaps some fortunate encounter turned me into what I am now. Senior Brother, you have to believe me!" Su Chen nodded.

"Junior Brother Ji, I believe you… Though right now, you don't exactly seem human." Ji Changkong gave a wry smile.

"Thank you for your trust, Senior Brother." He deliberately ignored the second half of the remark. You might be reading a pirated copy. Look for the official release to support the author. The myriad world was full of wonders. Ji Changkong's fortune ranked among the absolute highest across all races. The battles between the Azure Nether Dao Domain and Black Nether Demon Domain continued afterward. Both sides traded victories and defeats. One month later, Zhu Huangtian descended from the demon rampart.

"I've waited a long time for this fight!" A cruel smile twisted across his face.

"Do you know? For this moment, I endured an entire month. Every inch of my body felt as though ants were gnawing at it from the inside. Every second was pure torment. The finest delicacy should always be saved for last." Su Chen gave him a calm glance.

"You've been stalling for time." Zhu Huangtian's smile froze.

"What are you talking about?" Su Chen continued evenly, "From the very beginning, you planned to use the people of the Azure Nether Dao Domain to buy time—for someone else's sake. Is Mo Qianren about to break through to the Saint realm?" The cultivators of the Azure Nether Dao Domain felt a chill crawl up their spines at Su Chen's words.

"Mo Qianren is about to become a Saint?" If Mo Qianren succeeded in becoming a Saint, it would spell disaster for the Azure Nether Dao Domain. In this era, a near-invincible Saint was no different from a living nuclear weapon. Unless a Great Saint appeared, even a Saint King might not be his match! Zhu Huangtian's expression grew grave. He had never expected the young leader of the Azure Nether Dao Domain to possess such keen insight. He offered no reply, which only confirmed Su Chen's suspicions.

Far from feeling fear, Su Chen felt his blood surge with excitement. His instincts had been right. Mo Qianren would prove an excellent opponent.

"Tell me where Mo Qianren is right now." Su Chen cast a glance at Zhu Huangtian. By this point, everyone from the Azure Nether Dao Domain who deserved rescue had been saved. Those who did not had already died. Su Chen had no intention of continuing to indulge Zhu Huangtian in childish games. The casual disdain ignited fury in Zhu Huangtian.

"Your opponent right now is me!" His eight arms spread wide like those of a demon god, severing space itself. As one of the Four Lords of the younger generation in the Black Nether Demon Domain—second only to Mo Qianren in power—his strength was not to be underestimated. That single move alone turned the faces of the Azure Nether Dao Domain prodigies deathly pale. Apart from a handful who managed to remain composed, most felt they would have no chance of surviving the blow. Su Chen moved neither quickly nor slowly.

A golden great seal materialized in his palm. With a casual downward slap, mountains and rivers trembled and sank.

"Suppress!" Ji Changkong's eyes lit up the moment he saw it.

"It's the Emperor Suppression Seal! Senior Brother has actually cultivated the Emperor Suppression Seal to such a terrifying level!" The Emperor Suppression Seal was one of the signature arts once wielded by the Desolate Ruins Great Emperor of Falling Emperor Mountain. Ji Changkong had also practiced it, yet he knew his own comprehension of the technique did not even reach one-tenth of his senior brother's. Beneath the seal, Zhu Huangtian struggled in agony.

From the Azure Nether Dao Domain side, every cultivator watched with complex expressions. Their gazes toward Su Chen were now those reserved for a deity.

"This guy is seriously a freak." Yuwen Wushuang's lips twisted in a bitter smile. He had never stopped thinking about challenging Su Chen again one day. But now… he realized the gulf between them had grown wider still—vast as the heavens themselves. Su Chen remained calm and unruffled. Even he no longer knew exactly how terrifying he had become. In the same realm, it would take him fewer than ten moves to kill the version of himself from his previous life. Zhu Huangtian was strong—nothing more.

Su Chen turned his gaze toward the demon rampart, where the Black Nether prodigies stood frozen in terror.

"If you want him to live, have Mo Qianren come out and fight me. If I do not see Mo Qianren within three days, I will kill him." Su Chen pointed at Zhu Huangtian, who now lay limp like a dead dog. The Black Nether prodigies atop the rampart did not dare delay. But at that moment, several figures appeared on the rampart. The Black Nether demons' faces lit up with wild joy. They bowed reverently.

"We greet Lord Mo Qianren." At their head stood a being wreathed in torrents of demonic qi. Each strand carried endless destructive power. His presence dominated the surroundings. Merely standing there, he seemed the sovereign of heaven and earth—a demon god descended into the mortal world, inspiring awe and dread in equal measure. What drew Su Chen's attention most were the ancient, profoundly mysterious scriptures carved into his body.

They were tyrannical enough to devour the myriad things of the heavens—rules that stood above all living beings. Innate Emperor Bones! This was the most terrifying prodigy Su Chen had encountered since Wang Yunfei… or rather, not a prodigy at all. This was a monster. A monster that should never have been allowed to exist.