Chapter 352: Chapter 352: Your Skirt Fell Off
No one knew that atop the branch, sharp as a sword, another terrible standoff was taking place.
It had lasted for a year already.
It was a stalemate.
killing intention, Dharma Principle, Divine Might, the Power of Heaven and Earth—several terrifying forces filled the air, dense and lingering.
To the left, seated among the branches was a middle-aged woman in a Taoist robe with a solemn expression and particularly icy eyes.
Above her head floated a red sword, its dreadful aura undulating.
It was her Destiny God Weapon.
Despite the long standoff, she remained in good condition, drawing Vitality Power from the Fusang Tree with ease.
On the other hand, not far away, Wen Yuqing had nearly exhausted all her strength. Her complexion was pale and convulsive, and it might not be long before her energy completely dried up.
The Undying Furnace floated high above, draping down threads of the Power of the Great Tao, enveloping her whole being and exerting an indescribable pressure on her.
It was very suffocating.
In another direction stood a handsome young man, calmly atop the trunk, holding an ancient cauldron and radiating powerful fluctuations.
After a long while, the middle-aged woman spoke, "Time flows, eras change; these are immutable truths. Even if you become Emperor Cheng now, do you think you can return to the past? Can you alter history?"
Her tone was light, but it carried an undeniable resolution.
"Give up," the middle-aged woman slowly opened her eyes. Her gaze suddenly deepened, transforming into a boundless starry sky, or perhaps a bottomless abyss.
Wen Yuqing, dignified, felt an immense oppression, yet she said with a smile, "The words ’give up’ do not exist in my life."
"You’re too stubborn," the woman’s tone turned colder. "Do you think by opening the Ancient Battlefield you can revive the Wen Dynasty?"
Hundreds of thousands of years is a terrifyingly long time.
The old land buried in the river of history cannot return, and those who have died will not be resurrected.
The Wen Dynasty had already become a thing of the past.
If Wen Yuqing was determined to open the Ancient Battlefield, it would merely be revisiting the tragedy of the past. She would see the wandering souls on the battlefield, listening to their desperate cries again and again.
She might even see familiar faces from the past, but they were long gone, leaving only lingering obsessions drifting on the battlefield.
That was a tragedy of despair.
Anyone who witnessed that slaughter could not help but feel compassion.
The most terrifying aspect was that the formidable enemies of the past might also revive...
They are not of the Human Clan; they possess long Vitality Power, reinforced by Bloodline Power, plus various alternative Cultivation Techniques, Secret Techniques, and more.
The Sages of the Human Clan once speculated that at least half of the enemies within the Ancient Battlefield are still alive.
Wen Yuqing’s actions are undoubtedly pushing the land of the Nine Heavens into an abyss.
She isn’t trying to revive a dynasty but is instead aiming to destroy the Nine Heavens.
The middle-aged woman said coldly, "You have exhausted everything. If you do not leave now, do not blame me for being ruthless."
Wen Yuqing smiled and remained silent, showing no intention of leaving.
At that moment, the young man spoke out, "Why bother?"
"You don’t understand!" Wen Yuqing said with a smile.
"You are too weak now; even holding the Heaven Tao Divine Weapon won’t suffice. Even if you miraculously survive our onslaught, what about the next place?" The man looked at her. "There will inevitably be more powerful beings waiting for you. It’s an endless path, and you cannot succeed. No one wishes for your success. If you get halfway, many will come forth to stop you."
The mere thought of opening the Ancient Battlefield is frightening.
On the lands of the Nine Heavens, aside from the Divine Clan and Demon Race, who would wish to witness that dreadful battlefield?
Wen Yuqing nodded. "I know, so could you please not stop me?"
The man replied coldly, "Cannot."
Wen Yuqing sighed. "You’ve said it yourself; this path is difficult, and I cannot possibly succeed. So why do you still stop me?"
The two remained expressionless.
They came from different places and had waited here under orders for many years—tens of thousands of years, perhaps?
It was not Wen Yuqing’s first time here, nor likely her last.
She was very stubborn.
They had tried multiple times to kill Wen Yuqing but had never succeeded.
Now, she had brought the Undying Furnace, the Heaven Tao Divine Weapon of the undying race. Although it could not be revived, the Power of the Great Tao remained.
For a year, neither of them could do anything to Wen Yuqing.
But with her condition, could she maintain it for long?
Obviously not.
Turning away was her best choice.
The two of them were waiting.
Wen Yuqing was also waiting.
The fall of Soup Valley into the Heaven Martial Continent might be a great opportunity. If a powerful being intruded here, cut down this huge branch, and severed their supply of life energy, she could then suppress and eliminate them, and afterward proceed with poise.
Outside the Killing Array, several people arrived one after another: Liu Changqing, the Saint Heir, Zhou Wu, Diwu Qingrou, and Alan.
Upon seeing the branches of the Fusang Tree, they all rushed over impatiently; only Liu Changqing and Alan stayed where they were.
The two exchanged a glance, and Liu Changqing spoke up, "There’s an Array."
Alan nodded. "Yes, they’ve fallen into it."
The Saint Heir, Zhou Wu, and Diwu Qingrou were each trapped in different Killing Arrays, their faces dark as they cursed for a while.
The Killing Array operated, and dense waves of killing intention surged down powerfully.
Liu Changqing’s scalp tingled. "That’s really frightening."
Only after the three broke the Array did he begin to move forward, laughing. "It’s safe now." He stepped into the area where the Saint Heir had broken the Array.
Upon hearing this, the Saint Heir couldn’t help but say angrily, "Liu Changqing!"
The latter smiled. "Brother Saint Heir, don’t be so petty. After all, we’re both from the Central Continent; we come from the same place. We must unite and face the outside world together! Otherwise, we won’t be able to beat Chen Pingping."
At this moment, Alan pointed to a spot not far away. "Chen Pingping’s pet."
Liu Changqing looked up. "Oh? It really is! It seems this place holds a Great Opportunity!"
He had realized a truth.
Wherever Chen Pingping appeared, there would definitely be a Great Opportunity. The only thing he needed to do was figure out how to snatch that opportunity from Chen Pingping’s hands.
That was indeed a problem.
"I suggest we travel together. If a Killing Array appears, we break it together," Alan came over and said.
"Agreed!"
"I agree too!"
Having reached an agreement, the group began to move forward.
However, not long after, the Killing Array they had broken behind them restored itself autonomously.
Liu Changqing and the others were startled. They subconsciously looked back, sensing trouble.
"They’re speeding up," Alan pointed to a place not far away.
"We’ll speed up too," Liu Changqing said, his expression grave. "These Killing Arrays must be protecting the main body of the Fusang Tree, and the Great Opportunity is likely within the Fusang Tree as well..."
He paused, then added, "We can follow behind them. Anyway, after the Killing Arrays are broken, they still need time to recover."
With these words, the spirits of the rest were lifted, and they began to stride forward.
After several hours of arduous struggle, the group led by the Fairy finally approached the main body of the Fusang Tree, with Liu Changqing and the others following closely behind.
Wu Mo had a stern face. "These people are truly shameless."
The five remained indifferent.
Suddenly, Alan spoke up, "Chen Pingping is over there!" She pointed in one direction.
Under the Fusang Tree’s branches, Chen Pingping held a sharp sword and kept chopping at a branch, but sadly, this branch was simply too sturdy.
He changed more than a dozen different Divine Weapons, but still failed to affect the branch in the slightest.
Hearing a familiar voice, Chen Pingping looked delighted and turned back. "Great! Hurry over here! The branches of this Fusang Tree are material for Heaven Tao Divine Weapons!"
Liu Changqing and Alan were speechless.
Though they were not cultivators living on the lands of the Nine Heavens, they knew of the Fusang Tree’s sturdiness; ordinary Divine Weapons simply could not break it.
Only an Emperor Weapon could.
Watching Chen Pingping’s excited expression, they felt as if they were looking at a fool—a fool devoid of common sense.
Chen Pingping was suddenly startled. Spotting the Fairy’s figure, his heart skipped a beat.
The Fairy looked cold. Reminded of the scene in the sea, she briskly approached, her sword immediately slashing out.
"Wait!" Chen Pingping exclaimed.
The Fairy’s motion halted.
He then said, "Miss, your skirt has dropped."