True Martial World - Chapter 1269: Nine Dragons Encircling Pearl

"Boom!"

Space was utterly torn apart as the crowd was struck with a strong bout of vertigo. They felt the world spin so fast that personal disciples with weaker cultivation levels, including Snake Girl, fell to the ground and nearly vomited.

"There's no need to panic." Myriad God Patriarch floated above everyone as he spoke slowly. "I am in the process of executing the most important ritual in the Myriad God Ridge's history. This ritual requires a massive array's support, and this massive array needs all of you to provide your powers. Once it succeeds, you will all become the greatest contributors to the Myriad God Ridge. I will hand my cultivation techniques and heritage to you for practice depending on your performance! Some will even be permitted to pass my techniques down to your family clan as part of your systematic heritage!"

When the red-dressed boy said that, everyone felt reverberations through their hearts. Their family clans could pass it down?

Didn't that mean that they could impart it to their children and grandchildren!?

Many family clans had already gotten rewards from amassing the ingredients on the list, but the number of people that truly benefited was small. Compared to the present opportunity of enriching their descendants, and fortifying their family's heritage, the list’s rewards were far inferior.

"Patriarch, that is brilliant! Are we heading to the ritual grounds now?" An elder asked eagerly.

The crowd's reaction was within the red-dressed boy's expectations. He revealed a deep and meaningful smile and said slowly, "That's right! Perhaps it’s just me getting old, but I'm always terribly suspicious. I had a nagging feeling that someone would interfere with the ritual, so in order to ensure that failure is not an option, I planned on switching to a safer place. I will bring all of you into a hidden pocket world. The Yuan Qi in there is extremely rich but the world is naturally sealed by the powers of the heaven and earth, making it extremely hard to enter. I happened to chance upon a spatial node, which is how I was able to reach it in the past. However, that spatial node has been sealed shut by me through an array formation. No one but I can enter. It's absolutely safe."

"For this teleportation and the upcoming ritual, I have prepared a large amount of Spirit Jade. Even the Myriad God Ridge's Spirit Jade Repository has been emptied. Even the main peak's array formation has been halted. Why do you think the usually warm and springlike main peak would suddenly experience a snow storm last night?"

When the red-dressed boy said that with a laugh, Yi Yun felt as though he had plummeted into an ice cavern.

This smart tortoise! He was crafty and careful. Yi Yun never imagined that he would choose a hidden pocket world as the final ritual's location.

And most importantly, he used the six drops of blood to make the Ascending Dragon Cauldron follow them through the teleportation array.

This was something Yi Yun had never thought of. Even Old Snake would most certainly be caught by surprise.

At that moment, an elder appeared in the ruins of the Jade Emperor Palace's main hall on Myriad God Ridge's main peak.

In front of him, the square was long gone. The teleportation array seemed rapacious. It had teleported both the square as well as the people!

"He actually managed to move the Ascending Dragon Cauldron away. How did he do it!?"

Old Snake muttered to himself. He always believed that the Ascending Dragon Cauldron did not belong to anyone. The Myriad God Patriarch had never managed to refine and bind it to himself, and being able to move it from the Myriad God Ridge's mountain peak to the foot of the mountain was the limit of his influence. How did he manage to bring it across the void? noveltranslationweb.blogspot.com

And it was because the Ascending Dragon Cauldron was buried deep in the Myriad God Ridge's main peak that Old Snake never considered the possibility of this happening.

And now, the Myriad God Patriarch’s actions had completely thrown off Old Snake's schemes.

On careful thought, the old fellow had been guarding the Ascending Dragon Cauldron for at least several million years. With his attainments in array formations, it was not odd that he could deduce something from his research.

"I was careless! Too careless! I have to immediately find the teleportation destination!"

At that moment, Old Snake could not afford to hold back. The strength he had before he was injured far exceeded the Myriad God Patriarch's. Besides, Old Snake had lived a long life, so his comprehension of laws also far exceeded the Myriad God Patriarch’s. Even his attainments in array formations did not lag behind the old man’s.

The impossible could become the possible through his hands!

"Kid, you have to hold on. I'll try my best to follow the spatial trajectory of the teleportation and find the both of you!'

Old Snake was not just worried for Yi Yun, in fact, he was even more worried about Snake Girl. With a clear shout, he directly released the power that was sealed within him.

Instantly, his figure became a lot taller. His bent back also straightened. Although his aged appearance remained, his eyes were no longer turbid. Instead, they were like sparkling stars that exuded a profound glow.

Any spatial teleportation would leave behind traces. Just like a boat traveling through water left ripples, teleportation left similar rippling waves through space. As long as one followed these waves, one could find the direction and location of the teleportation's destination.

However, this needed extremely high accomplishments in spatial dimension laws. Furthermore, traveling through and searching various spatial storms expended a great deal of energy!

Old Snake did not know if he could accomplish the feat but he had no other choice. All he could do was risk it.

…

At that moment, the massive array the red-dressed boy presided over had crossed through several layers of space!

He sat cross-legged in midair and had a calm expression. Everyone present was feeling uneasy. On one hand, they placed their hopes on the patriarch's promises, and on the other hand, they did not know what the patriarch was up to.

What they thought to be an Elders' meeting ended up being something of such great scale! Most critically, the Jade Emperor Palace had collapsed. Did the patriarch no longer care about Myriad God Ridge's main center, the symbol of its power and authority?

Fifteen minutes later, the entire array formation shook violently!

Moments later, the spatial storms that enveloped the array formation calmed down. The chaos from before also turned completely bright and clear.

What was presented in front of everybody was a pale red ocean. There was a gigantic island in the middle of the ocean that was pierced by several mountain ranges. These mountain ranges were filled with rift-valleys. They struck horror to one's mind and extended towards the land. And in the deep crevices of the rift-valleys was churning magma.

"This is a newly born world. The cracks you see are the product of the shifting continental plates. Lava flows out of them and there will come a day when the lava cools, forming new igneous rocks and land. They will crack again and solidify, with this process repeating over hundreds of millions of years. Then, this island will become a massive continent. And when the time comes, many lifeforms will appear, making this a flourishing world."

The patriarch used a casual tone to introduce the pocket world, but his words left Yi Yun shuddering.

This word was no different from a prison. He was completely locked in.

"It's here."

The red-dressed boy controlled the massive array and landed in the center of the island.

Here, nine gigantic rifts enjoined. Lava spewed out of the rifts like nine inferno dragons that were holding onto a pearl.

The red-dressed boy said slowly, "This landform is known as the Nine Dragons Encircling Pearl. I have sought it for a long time, and finally, I have found it. The Heaven Earth Yuan Qi on this island gathers here through the nine gigantic rifts. This is a rich wonderland!"

True Martial World - Chapter 1268: Ensuring Success

Overnight, the Myriad God Ridge's main peak suddenly turned cold. Large snowflakes the size of down feathers fluttered across the sky and continued to fall for about ten hours. Early the next morning, when the Myriad God Ridge disciples opened their doors, they saw meter-thick snow. The feet of those who stepped through it sunk to their kneecaps, producing grinding sounds.

"What a huge snowstorm!"

Duanmu Qingwen was fascinated by the silver-coated world outside.

One had to know that with the Myriad God Ridge being on a hundred thousand foot tall mountain, it should have been extremely cold. But array formations covered the Myriad God Ridge that kept the temperature at a comfortable level. Such heavy snow was truly rare.

The Myriad God Ridge was originally covered with all sorts of spirit vegetation. The palaces were also mostly constructed from gorgeous jade. Now, they were covered in crystalline white snowflakes, with a clear frost stream flowing across them. It was truly as though flowers were in full bloom amid the towering jade buildings. Everything took on an appearance that was crystalline and enchanting.

"It was a heavy one…"

Yi Yun also came to the yard's entrance. The morning air was at its freshest with the cool chill, and the air he inhaled truly left him feeling refreshed.

Duanmu Qingwen felt a lot happier after seeing the beautiful scenery. Although she had been grounded for the past half year because of Yi Yun, she was not bored, despite the days being filled with nothing but leisure.

"Young Master, about Zuoyan Xiaoyu…"

All this time, Duanmu Qingwen had no idea of Zuoyan Xiaoyu's whereabouts. Although she once considered Zuoyan Xiaoyu a rival, she also felt a kinship with her and so wondered where she was.

"She's very well. There's no need for you to worry."

Yi Yun had nowhere to hide Zuoyan Xiaoyu, so he could only stow her away in the God Advent Tower and give her some cultivation techniques to keep her busy. That was all he could do until he settled the situation with the Myriad God Ridge.

As Yi Yun spoke, the morning bell suddenly sounded from the Myriad God Ridge's main peak.

Gong! Gong! Gong! Gong…

The ringing bell could be heard from all over the Myriad God Ridge’s grounds.

"Oh? This is the bell that summons all personal disciples and Elders."

Yi Yun was taken aback. The last time the patriarch returned, he had summoned for everybody, but he had not rung the bell.

"The bell has been rung. All personal disciples have been called the Jade Emperor Palace on the mountaintop. You have to go as well!"

A few black-clothed guardians came in front of Sunken Moon Tower and informed Yi Yun with a commanding tone.

For the past half year, Yi Yun had been grounded. These black-clothed guardians would patrol the area daily. They did not even rest when it snowed the entire night.

"I have to go?" Yi Yun's brows pricked up. Did he have to go while grounded…

He had a premonition that something was going to happen on his trip to Jade Emperor Palace. However, Old Snake had left a mark in him. If he were to encounter any danger, Old Snake would know of it immediately. Furthermore, Old Snake had mentioned that even the Myriad God Patriarch was not his match, so it did not seem like there was too much to worry about.

With this thought emboldening him, Yi Yun followed the black-clothed guardians and headed for Jade Emperor Palace.

On the way, he saw numerous personal disciples and Elders traveling in groups. Stepping on the accumulated snow, they marred the beautiful scene with their haphazard footsteps across the flat and smooth snow.

Finally, the summoned elders and disciples came to a square in front of Jade Emperor Palace. However, Yi Yun was somewhat special. He was surrounded by a few black-clothed guardians, making him stand out.

In the middle of the Jade Emperor Palace, Yi Yun saw Feng Yunyang at a glance.

Feng Yunyang was dressed in special young sect master's attire today. It had been tailor-made and, judging by the workmanship on the materials, only the best fabrics were used. It aided both cultivation and defense and was worth eight million Spirit Jade. Many were envious of the extravagant piece of clothing.

As his status had never changed, Feng Yunyang remained the moon that was encircled by the stars. This formed a stark contrast with Yi Yun.

"Isn't that Yi Yun? Has he actually been released? Well, that's nice. He needs to get some air or he might suffocate in there."

Standing beside Feng Yunyang, someone saw Yi Yun and said this in derision. It was Song Bowen's father, Song Zhanchen.

Over the past half year, it appeared that the Myriad God Ridge was making every effort to compensate the Song and Zhang family for the deaths of their heirs. It selected two young men from the respective families with outstanding talent and made them personal disciples. This made the Song and Zhang family a lot more confident. Furthermore, they learned from Cang Wu and Feng Yunyang that Yi Yun was not valued by the patriarch in any way. Instead, the patriarch seemed to have a silent agenda of finishing off Yi Yun. This made them show no more fear towards Yi Yun.

Feng Yunyang looked back at Yi Yun. His gaze had a derisive hint to it.

He knew very well that the patriarch called this meeting today to cleanse his body. After that happened, his cultivation level would enjoy a meteoric rise and Yi Yun would no longer be his match.

"Yi Yun, long time no see. How's it going? Are you out on probation? Why aren't you in a prison wagon? How pitiful. So what if you defeated me half a year ago? Today, I stand with Master on this Jade Emperor Platform, while you are but a lowly prisoner. The difference in our status will never change!"

"By the way, you must be curious why my master imprisoned you. Let me tell you now. Master was giving me time, time for me to develop my strength before I defeat you. You are only a grinding stone for me!"

Feng Yunyang was not quiet in his speech. He spoke delightedly with a deliberate sense of revenge. Many people heard him.

This information was in fact confirmed yesterday by the sect master. Even as Feng Yunyang intended to make Yi Yun a human pole, he still had his reservations. Therefore, he asked the sect master for the reason behind imprisoning Yi Yun. He never expected to receive an answer that gave him such a pleasant surprise.

"What? The patriarch and the sect master imprisoned Yi Yun in order to make him a grinding stone for Young Sect Master?"

People were astonished but, on careful thought, there was indeed such a possibility. If the patriarch wanted to punish Yi Yun, there was no need to go through all the trouble to imprison him. No matter how much of a genius Yi Yun was, he was only a junior. Crippling him directly would put an end to things. Why was there a need to imprison him? So that was the reason why!

Indeed, with Feng Yunyang receiving a setback from Yi Yun, his Dao heart had been damaged. The ridicule he faced in the future would become a mental demon that plagued him. Only by defeating Yi Yun would he be free of that mental demon.

By defeating Yi Yun after having his body cleansed, his mental demon would be removed, and Feng Yunyang's cultivation level would soar.

"So that's the reason. I was wondering why the patriarch imprisoned Yi Yun."

Zhang Tianxing laughed out loudly. The stone that weighed down his heart was finally lifted. As long as it was executed in such a manner, Yi Yun would definitely die.

"Patriarch sure goes to great lengths. It's really enviable that Young Sect Master has such a master."

"From what Young Sect Master said, wouldn't that make Yi Yun a beast reared for training purposes?" the newly promoted personal disciple from the Song family said with a laugh.

He was thin and had slanted eyebrows. As Yi Yun was too powerful, he did not dare to make any over-the-top statements in case Yi Yun remained able. At most, he would mock him behind his back. But now, knowing of Yi Yun's destined outcome, this kid who had only reached the first-storey Dao Palace began to assume the majesty of others.

Now, the Song and Zhang families had a clear goal. They would desperately cling on to the powerhouse known as Feng Yunyang.

When the slanted brow punk made the comment, people began roaring with laughter. "The kid from the Song family has made such a perfect analogy!"

Yi Yun remained indifferent towards the reprobation that Feng Yunyang, as well as the many Myriad God Ridge Elders and personal disciples, gave him. He remained silent.

He was already accustomed to being in a perilous situation. He was only waiting for the Myriad God Patriarch and the Ascending Dragon Cauldron.

At that moment, the atmosphere of the square suddenly changed. A powerful and cold energy descended from the sky.

Yi Yun looked up. Somehow, the red-dressed boy had appeared above the square without anyone noticing.

He rested his bare feet on a gigantic cauldron. Yi Yun had seen the cauldron once before. It was a replica of the Ascending Dragon Cauldron. The last time the red-dressed boy appeared, he had appeared on the cauldron as well!

"Greetings, Patriarch!"

All the Elders and personal disciples immediately bowed to the patriarch.

Yi Yun couldn't be bothered with bowing. Since he was almost at the point of losing all decorum with the Myriad God Patriarch, he didn't care.

The red-dressed boy did not even give the upright Yi Yun a look. It was as though Yi Yun's very existence was of no importance to him.

He looked up as dark clouds shrouded the sky. The heavy snow from the previous night had not let up.

"Clouds, disperse!"

The patriarch nonchalantly said the two words and they manifested into reality. Two golden words flew into the sky.

Demonic chants began to flash as the dark clouds in the sky were dispersed because of the patriarch's sentence. Sunlight scattered down and, in a blink of an eye, the sky was a lot brighter!

The red-dressed boy stood in a beam of golden sunlight with his eyes closed. As he basked in the sunlight, he took a deep breath and opened his eyes to look at everyone present.

"Let's begin!"

"Yes!" An elder appeared from behind the red-dressed boy. He was none other than the Myriad God Sect Master.

He took out seventy-two array flags from his interspatial ring and waved his hand, scattering the array flags around the square's periphery.

Following that, an old woman walked out of the crowd. Yi Yun had seen her before. Back when the Myriad God Sect Master failed in his attempt to awaken the Ascending Dragon Cauldron, she had been there. She was the one that had brought Snake Girl along.

When he saw the old woman, Yi Yun had a thought. Was Snake Girl also here?

He looked around for her and indeed, he saw her among the crowd.

Upon noticing Yi Yun's gaze, Snake Girl forced a smile. Her situation was obviously not that great!

"Snake Girl is here. Old Snake probably also left a mark on her," Yi Yun thought. Although Old Snake appeared unreliable, he would still take care of his disciple while she was in the Myriad God Ridge.

The old woman began producing seals, and together with the Myriad God Sect Master, all the array flags were quickly set up in place. Black light shimmered from the array flags which surrounded the entire Jade Emperor Palace square.

"This array formation…"

Yi Yun's eyes twitched. Only then did he realize that Myriad God Patriarch was likely an array formation master!

One had to know that Feng Yunyang was also proud of his array formations. Back at Sunken Moon Tower, Feng Yunyang had attacked Yi Yun with array formations. His so-called 'minute accomplishments' in array formations were, in fact, imparted to him by the Myriad God Patriarch. He was a reed that came from a tiny sect, to begin with, so how could he have attained much skill in array formations?

However, Myriad God Patriarch had nurtured Feng Yunyang into an array formation genius in a very short amount of time. That alone was evidence of the Myriad God Patriarch's mightiness in array formations!

When he came to this realization, Yi Yun knitted his brows tightly. He was unsure what the Myriad God Patriarch was doing.

At that moment, the Myriad God Patriarch threw a disk array out as the cauldron beneath him began to spin rapidly!

Following that, six drops of blood appeared in Myriad God Patriarch's palm!

Upon seeing the drops of blood, Yi Yun felt palpitations through his heart. He recognized the six drops of blood. Back when the Myriad God Sect Master attempted to trigger the Ascending Dragon Cauldron, he had also used such drops of blood. However, it was heart-wrenching for him to even use a single drop.

But now, the Myriad God Patriarch had produced six drops in one go!

Yi Yun was unsure of the origins of the blood but he was certain that the Ascending Dragon Cauldron would have a great reaction to it.

"Go!"

Myriad God Patriarch flicked his finger as the six drops of blood shot into the Jade Emperor Palace!

The blood droplets were the size of peas but they had the strength of meteorites. They smashed into the Jade Emperor Palace, instantly collapsing the palace's main hall!

"Boom!"

The main hall's ceiling crashed down, and its columns shattered while rubble flew into the sky!

Upon seeing this scene, everyone present was confounded. That was the Jade Emperor Palace's main hall! It was a symbol of the Myriad God Ridge's supreme power. It had been standing there for millions of years and was treated as a sacred land by the Myriad God Ridge disciples. Why was no one doing anything as it was collapsing?

Why? Why did the patriarch destroy the Jade Emperor Palace?

Before they could think it through, a loud explosion sounded. While the Jade Emperor Palace's main hall was collapsing, the ground beneath cracked apart. An ancient and unadorned bronze cauldron flew out from the cracks in the ground!

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Much of the palace collapsed because of the gigantic cauldron's emergence. The entire cauldron flickered with faint black light as though a black dragon was coiled within.

Upon seeing the cauldron, Yi Yun was alarmed. This was the true Ascending Dragon Cauldron!

The Myriad God Patriarch had used six drops of blood to awaken the true Ascending Dragon Cauldron!

Yi Yun suddenly had an ominous foreboding! At that moment, the Myriad God Patriarch directly crushed the disk array in his hand.

"Ka-cha!"

The disk array shattered as immense Yuan Qi dispersed outwards. Simultaneously, the Myriad God Sect Master and the old woman flicked their sleeves, throwing out large amounts of Spirit Jade!

Spirit Jade was a common currency of the Sinkhole. But its original use was to provide Yuan Qi and energy needed for cultivation or array formations. And the Spirit Jade in the Myriad God Sect Master and the old woman's hands were at least of superior grade. There was even some supreme-grade Spirit Jade there. None could say how much worth they were throwing away. The Spirit Jade spread among the array flags and, within moments, the entire square began to quake violently!

The earth quaked as space shattered. Yi Yun could see array runes that effused blood red beams of light suffusing from beneath his feet.

At that moment, the entire square had become a massive array formation. And this array formation was lifting up the crowd slowly into the sky!

Teleportation Array!?

Yi Yun was alarmed. His attainments in array formations were naturally inferior to the Myriad God Sect Master’s, but he was extremely sensitive to spatial dimension laws. He immediately sensed that the array formation was trying to tear through the void!

Furthermore, he could tell it was a long-distance teleportation array because he could sense that the fluctuation of the spatial energies exceeded ordinary teleportation arrays by a hundred times. To require so much Spirit Jade and array flags, it was impossible that they would be teleported somewhere near!

"Oh no!"

Yi Yun's expression changed! If he was teleported away, it could lead to unimaginable consequences! However, at that moment, he was surrounded by a large number of Myriad God Elders, the Myriad God Sect Master, and the Patriarch. With Yi Yun's strength alone, it was impossible for him to destroy the teleportation array!

True Martial World - Chapter 1267: Soul Seed

Three months later, in the 'God' room at the top floor of the Myriad God Restaurant, a table of sumptuous delicacies was laid out. The price of the table of dishes exceeded that of what Yi Yun ate back then.

Eight female attendants, dressed in revealing attire, surrounded the table, waiting on the patrons. Some were pouring alcohol, others were offering tea. A few were serving food, while the rest massaged the patrons.

Feng Yunyang was sitting among the eight female attendants while he embraced them, fully indulging himself in their services.

And sitting in front of him were other personal disciples. Although Feng Yunyang had been brutally beaten by Yi Yun to the point of losing an arm, he remained the patriarch's last disciple. As such, he was still someone that people fawned over and were obsequious to.

Feng Yunyang enjoyed days like this. He came all the way from a small sect to being the successor of a mighty power. It was an unimaginable leap in status. It gave him an immense sense of satisfaction.

"Young Sect Master, that Yi Yun has already been grounded for nearly half a year. From the looks of it, it will continue that way. This is clearly meant to be the patriarch's punishment for Yi Yun, but it's too light," Someone said.

Everyone knew that Yi Yun was a thorn in Feng Yunyang's side. If one wanted to be friendly with Feng Yunyang, speaking ill of Yi Yun was a must.

When he heard Yi Yun's name, Feng Yunyang knitted his brows together. He gnashed his teeth in anger towards Yi Yun. If not for his master paying a huge price to reattach his arm, he would have been a cripple for life.

"Hmph! Master has already been searching for a large amount of natural treasures for me. In a few months, these natural treasures will be refined into a medicinal fluid that will cleanse my body. When that time comes, I'll experience a meteoric rise in strength. That Yi Yun cleaved off my arm half a year ago but, once I attain formidable strength, I'll sever him of all of his limbs, cut off his nose and ears, and make him into a human pole!"

Feng Yunyang had downed about half a jug of Immortal Inebriation and was already somewhat tipsy. He had an unyielding and intractable personality, to begin with, so after drinking Immortal Inebriation, he no longer minced his words.

"Oh? Young Sect Master, are you implying that the list of items that the patriarch produced half a year ago has already been collected?"

Upon hearing Feng Yunyang's words, the people present could not help but recall the list that the patriarch had taken out back then. The ingredients listed sold for astronomical prices, so to find them, one needed large amounts of wealth as well as a bit of luck.

Even the Myriad God Patriarch himself would find it extremely difficult to gather these ingredients. That was why he offered enticing rewards to motivate the Myriad God Ridge's hundred plus families to use their family connections.

With so many family clans, with many of them so entrenched in the Calm Sea that they had deep roots, it made the search for items a lot more efficient.

"More than half have been gathered. There are some that still haven't been found. I believe there's no chance of finding them anytime soon, so the patriarch has already planned on beginning to refine the medicinal fluid," Feng Yunyang said smugly.

So what if Yi Yun was formidable? Wasn't he still given the cold shoulder despite his strength? Wasn't he grounded? How could he compare to Feng Yunyang? Once his body was successfully cleansed, Yi Yun's days would be over.

Feng Yunyang was determined to kill Yi Yun. He could tell that the patriarch and sect master were not fond of Yi Yun either, in fact they even seemed to detest him.

He figured that the original intention behind grounding Yi Yun was that they were afraid that Yi Yun would one day develop his strength and seek revenge on the Myriad God Ridge. As such, even if he killed Yi Yun, he would not be blamed by the patriarch and sect master. Instead, he would resolve a worry in their hearts.

Upon thinking of this, Feng Yunyang turned even more spirited.

Killing Yi Yun could banish the mental demons that plagued him and redeem his public disgrace. What awaited him in the future were limitless prospects. The world would truly be at his command, allowing him to enjoy countless beauties and a lifespan of ten million years. Wasn't this the pinnacle of one's life!?

"Young Sect Master, you truly have good fortune to be thought so highly of by the patriarch. You make us extremely envious."

The people present said such things with pangs of sour grapes. They knew that Feng Yunyang's talent was not amazing, but it was enough to beat theirs. Compared to a freak of nature like Yi Yun, he was quite inferior. He did not seem to deserve the number of resources the patriarch was spending to nurture him. This sort of favorable treatment left others exploding with jealousy!

In fact, a few months ago, there were rumors that Feng Yunyang was the patriarch's illegitimate son!

Even with the patriarch being in charge of the Myriad God Ridge for so many years, there had been no news of him having a son. In fact, he did not even have any women by his side.

People speculated that it was due to the strange cultivation techniques that the patriarch practiced in. He had transformed his body into that of a boy and could not engage in sex, making it very difficult for him to have children. And it was possible that as he neared the end of his life, he had used special methods to produce an illegitimate son, Feng Yunyang, with great difficulty. And this resulted in his favorable treatment. If not, there was no other adequate explanation. noveltranslationweb.blogspot.com

If that was truly the case, no one could protest no matter what treatment Feng Yunyang received.

How could Feng Yunyang not know the thoughts of everyone? Their envious and jealous looks only made him smugger.

At that moment, Feng Yunyang's disciple token suddenly lit up. A voice transmission from the patriarch!

After learning the contents of the voice transmission, Feng Yunyang's expression changed. "I have something that requires my attention. I'll be leaving first. Continue eating!"

As he spoke, Feng Yunyang flashed and vanished from the Myriad God Restaurant.

Although Feng Yunyang enjoyed indulging in pleasure, he was still aware of what mattered most. The patriarch had given him everything, so whatever the patriarch instructed him to do, he had to finish it immediately.

Fifteen minutes later, Feng Yunyang had arrived at the seclusion grounds of the Myriad God Patriarch.

"Master!"

Feng Yunyang gave a disciple's bow. Towards the old man, Feng Yunyang showed extreme respect. But deep in his heart, he was not entirely comfortable with the fact that this person could determine his fate at any time.

"I summoned you here to plant the Soul Seed," the red-dressed boy said in his hoarse voice.

"Another planting? It's only been eighteen days."

A Soul Seed was a soul cultivation method that the Myriad God Patriarch had discovered. In the past, one planting was done every eighty-one days, followed by forty-nine days, then thirty-six. Now, it had only been eighteen days since the last planting of the Soul Seed.

As of now, Feng Yunyang had already had more than thirty Soul Seeds planted in him.

After experiencing the baptism of each Soul Seed, the strength of Feng Yunyang's soul would increase tremendously. This also gradually reduced the original doubts he had in his heart.

The planting of Soul Seeds required that Feng Yunyang not put up any resistance. It had to be completely consensual. In the beginning, Feng Yunyang had his doubts. But after thinking of his status as a junior, that there was no reason a patriarch would scheme against him, he felt at ease. Following that, the patriarch spent a large number of resources on him and had declared him as the successor to the sect master. This made him increasingly believe in the patriarch.

As the red-dressed boy formed hand seals, a gray aura shot out from his fingertip and entered Feng Yunyang's glabella.

Feng Yunyang's body trembled suddenly as his face turned slightly pale. Following that, there was a pain in his soul sea that lasted for a full fifteen minutes before gradually receding.

Every planting of the Soul Seed brought pain to his soul, and each attempt was more intense than the other. According to the patriarch, this was a natural reaction as one's cultivation in the technique grew more profound.

Although Feng Yunyang had his hesitancies, he had already been cultivating in it for so long. There was no turning back, and so he had to continue down the path.

"It's almost done," said the red-dressed boy in a slow tone. His voice sounded like an old man that was getting nearer and nearer to a coffin.

"Tomorrow will probably be the day I cleanse your body."

Upon hearing the patriarch's words, Feng Yunyang was surprised and delighted. "That fast!?"

"Yes, I have the necessary ingredients needed for cleansing your body. There's no need to carry on waiting."

True Martial World - Chapter 1266: Coming Storm

After Yi Yun lopped off Feng Yunyang’s arm, his situation in Myriad God Ridge instantly became delicate. Many people began to fear even walking by Sunken Moon Tower. It was a place they wouldn’t dare disturb. Against Yi Yun, many people only had bad endings.

However, with the passage of time, what people originally thought would happen did not happen. Yi Yun was not taken in by the Patriarch as a personal disciple. Instead, Yi Yun was forbidden from entering and exiting his tower. There were dedicated law enforcement teams that monitored him, limiting his freedom.

This decision baffled many people. What was the Patriarch doing? He did not punish Yi Yun nor did he promote him to be his last disciple. Instead, he grounded Yi Yun.

Feng Yunyang, meanwhile, who everyone thought was completely defeated by Yi Yun to the point of having his confidence destroyed, had his broken arm fixed after the Myriad God Ridge Sect Master spent large amounts of natural treasures. He was recuperating in bed.

Eventually, Feng Yunyang was mostly recovered after two months. He was still the Patriarch's disciple, with no change in his status.

As for Yi Yun, he remained an ordinary personal disciple, but he was never seen by the sect master. The Myriad God Sect Master's attitude towards Yi Yun was obvious. Yi Yun had brutally beaten up Feng Yunyang and was later grounded. Not once did he meet with Yi Yun. It was as though Yi Yun was not his disciple at all.

"It looks like Yi Yun is not trusted…"

Elders discussed in private. In terms of talent, Yi Yun naturally overshadowed everyone in the Myriad God Ridge. However, he was not considered an important disciple. Instead, he was monitored. The only explanation was that Yi Yun was not trusted by the sect master and the Myriad God Patriarch.

"I wonder why Sect Master doesn't trust Yi Yun. Perhaps it has to do with his murderous rampage. Ignoring the fact he had killed Song Bowen and Zhang Wuchen, he even brutally beat Feng Yunyang. It was a figurative smack in the Patriarch's face. The Patriarch would naturally be displeased."

"There's something odd about it, though. If he's not trusted, why don’t they just expel him from the sect? Why confine Yi Yun in Sunken Moon Tower? What's going on?"

Some people had this thought but, the more they thought, the more perilous Yi Yun's situation appeared to be. Could it be that since the sect master and the patriarch did not trust him, they believed that they would offend Yi Yun if they expelled him? Offending a freak of nature would lead to negative repercussions, so they might as well ground Yi Yun forever?

No one could figure out the patriarch and sect master's thoughts so they decided to give up. However, there was one thing that was true without a doubt. There was no way Yi Yun would rise to power in the Myriad God Ridge in the near future. Those that had offended Yi Yun heaved a sigh of relief. At the very least, they would not be targeted by Yi Yun for revenge.

Time passed with things being extremely calm.

Yi Yun did not mind being confined at all. He cultivated daily and solidified his fifth-storey Dao Palace's foundations.

The Dao Palace realm needed time above all else. Many peerless geniuses would spend centuries in the Dao Palace realm, with some even deliberately repressing their cultivation level so that they had time to work on their foundations.

However, from Yi Yun's point of view, those that repressed their cultivations did so more from lack of confidence in their nomological insight. They wanted more time to make up for it. Back in the Dao Manifestation realm, Yi Yun had condensed four nine-leaf Dao fruits. In terms of laws, he had perfected them. As long as his accumulations reached a threshold, he would automatically make a breakthrough.

"Yi Yun, I've no idea what the Myriad God Patriarch is doing recently. Even I'm unable to investigate him."

One day, Old Snake suddenly appeared. It was as though he had appeared out of thin air in Yi Yun's cultivation chamber.

"What's wrong?"

"That undying old fart has put up an array formation to screen his residence district. My perception is unable to penetrate it. If I were to forcefully infiltrate it, he would definitely sense it."

Old Snake revealed a rare solemn expression. Yi Yun did not respond. Since Old Snake was at a loss for a solution, it was natural that he didn't have a solution either.

Old Snake sat on Yi Yun's stone bed and took out an alcohol gourd. As he drank, he said, "I keep having the feeling that he's planning something but I can't guess it. By grounding you, it probably means that he will target you in the near future. If you continue staying in the Myriad God Ridge, there might be danger."

Old Snake spoke honestly. He was not completely certain that he could protect Yi Yun.

Yi Yun faltered slightly. "Senior, do you think you can match the Myriad God Patriarch in a head-on fight?"

Upon hearing Yi Yun's question, Old Snake shook the alcohol in his gourd. After a long while, he said with a long sigh, "My strength isn't as you imagine. You probably think my strength is so unfathomable that I have deliberately hidden. But in fact, you are wrong. There are limitations to what I can do."

"I was once seriously injured. The power in my body has been sealed. If I want to take action, I will have to unseal my power first. The more I unseal, the stronger I become, but it will also damage my body more and more. If I unseal sixty to seventy percent of the power within me, there is no one who can match me in the Myriad God Ridge, or even the entire Calm Sea. However, the damage to my body would be extremely serious. It might even make me fall into a deep slumber. I try not to use so much of my strength or I won’t have much left of my lifespan."

After Old Snake drank a mouthful of his spirit, he wiped his mouth. He had experienced a long life and been through things that no one knew. He described the past casually with the words 'once seriously injured.' It left Yi Yun taken aback. Who could have severely injured Old Snake?

This was the first time he was hearing Old Snake recount his past in such a serious manner.

He never expected that the reason Old Snake was the way that he was was that he had suffered heavy injuries. But even so, by unsealing a portion of his strength, he could easily dominate the Calm Sea. What sort of figure was he at his peak?

When he recalled carefully, Yi Yun remembered that he was curious about the old fellow's cultivation level when he first met him. He suspected that he was playing the sucker and thus, used the Purple Crystal Origins's energy vision to look at Old Snake’s body.

What he found was that Old Snake's cultivation level was as bad as it could be. The only difference was that he had a gray energy blob in his body. However, Yi Yun was unable to identify what the gray energy blob was.

From the looks of it, the gray energy blob was related to what Old Snake had previously experienced.

It seemed like his injuries were the main reason that Old Snake led a hermit life.

As he had sealed his own powers, he usually appeared like an ordinary and weak old scammer. No one would take him seriously. With Old Snake having experienced the many twists and turns of life, he was no longer affected by trivial matters. This resulted in him treating life as a game. He didn't even care about the small sect he lost in the past when its territory was snatched by others.

Yi Yun asked, "Senior, if you can defeat Myriad God Patriarch in a short amount of time, and the price you pay is within bearable limits, why don't you take action now, and directly kill the Myriad God Patriarch to obtain the Ascending Dragon Cauldron?"

Old Snake shook his head and said, "Don’t forget, the Ascending Dragon Cauldron doesn't actually belong to the Myriad God Patriarch. Even if I kill the Myriad God Patriarch, I will not be able to bring the Ascending Dragon Cauldron away. Besides, that undying old fart has researched the Ascending Dragon Cauldron for a million years. He knows a lot more about it than I do. In addition, he has the entire Myriad God Ridge searching for the resources he needs. I believe that to truly awaken the Ascending Dragon Cauldron, we will probably need that undying old fart to do it."

"I came here to warn you. If you do not want to be caught in this quagmire, I can send you away now. After all, I don't know what that old fool is currently plotting."

Old Snake was sincerely advising Yi Yun.

Yi Yun fell silent for a while before shaking his head.

It would be very easy to leave but he did not wish to. He had a nagging feeling that the matter of the twelve Dao Ancestor's divine artifacts was related to the secrets of the Heaven and Earth. If he were to leave today, he would probably miss a lot of it.

"Hehe! Kid, I figured that you would refuse to leave before I even asked," Old Snake suddenly laughed out as he drank his alcohol.

"Senior, since you guessed it, why did you still ask me?"

"I'm just getting you mentally prepared. Should things go wrong, don't you go blaming me for any harm that befalls you. Don't worry. You are someone that lass Chenxue entrusted me with. Even if I have to risk unsealing fifty percent of my strength, I'll protect you well. And if everything fails, I'll make sure that your body is intact for a burial."

As Old Snake continued, he turned flippant.

Yi Yun shook his head speechlessly. However, since Old Snake said he could defeat the Myriad God Patriarch in a frontal assault, it was unlikely that any serious problems would befall them.

"Kid, this mark is for you."

As Old Snake spoke, he raised his hand and produced a mark. He sent out a stream of light that sank straight into Yi Yun's body.

"If you encounter any danger, the mark will immediately shatter, and I'll sense it. And so you know, I am constantly locking on to this Sunken Moon Tower of yours with my perception. Leaving a mark in your body is only an extra measure."

As Old Snake spoke, his figure flashed, vanishing directly from the chamber.

Yi Yun looked at the stone bed where Old Snake had vanished from. He took a deep breath. The rising wind forebodes the coming storm!

He was waiting to see what the Myriad God Patriarch would do next.

True Martial World - Chapter 1265: Lin Xintong

Upon seeing the situation unfold, all the Elders and personal disciples present were completely confounded. They originally believed that, as the last disciple of the patriarch, Feng Yunyang would have talent that stood at the pinnacle of the Calm Sea, invincible among those at the same realm.

In the battle with the two ambitious personal disciples, Feng Yunyang had easily clinched victory. Many who witnessed it even believed that he had yet to use all his strength. But now, when facing off with Yi Yun, he was defeated in one hit?

Days ago, Yi Yun had fought Song Bowen and defeated him with one hit. Now he had also defeated Feng Yunyang in one hit! There was almost no discernible difference!

So what kind of strength did Yi Yun have? The patriarch might as well have taken Yi Yun in as his last disciple.

"Did you not hear the question I just asked?"

As Yi Yun repeated his question, Mirage Snow's blade constantly sliced into Feng Yunyang's cheeks. The right half of Feng Yunyang's face was frozen and it felt as if he was being repeatedly pricked by needles.

At that moment, his heart was seized by extreme terror. Amid the biting cold, all he could muster was a stutter. "I… I said…"

"In terms of strength, I am inferior to… Bai Shanhe and… Lin Xintong…"

"Who is Lin Xintong? What background does she have?" Yi Yun asked again.

However, how could Feng Yunyang know the answer? Back in the Seven Desolates continent, he was only a disciple from a tiny sect and not a citizen of the White Lunar Divine Empire. He shook his head, still in a daze. "I… I really do not know. I only know that she is the last disciple of the White Lunar Goddess Empress."

Upon hearing Feng Yunyang's answer, Yi Yun frowned. He was unsatisfied with that answer.

He could not be absolutely certain that the Lin Xintong in question was his wife. However, on careful thought, Yi Yun remembered hearing from Princess White Fox that Lin Xintong had encountered fortuitous events that greatly increased her strength. He knew that Lin Xintong had also arrived in the Sinkhole.

There were as many warriors in the Sinkhole as there were grains of sand in the Ganges river. It was not rare for people to share the same name. However, she was a top genius. The amount of geniuses was drastically less and so the chance of two people sharing the same name was infinitesimal.

"Yi Yun! What are you doing? Are you not going to release Junior Brother Feng Yunyang yet!?"

Seeing how Feng Yunyang's head was about to be completely encased in ice, Cang Wu bellowed.

Yi Yun turned around and looked at Cang Wu. It was a look that nearly made Cang Wu's knees buckle.

Yi Yun was too strange. How was his strength so great? Feng Yunyang was already a four-storey Dao Palace warrior and he had excellent talent. If Yi Yun could so easily defeat him, didn't it mean that he already had strength that approached that of a Supremacy?

This thought left Cang Wu alarmed. If that was the case, wouldn't the sect master want Yi Yun as his last disciple? Could it even be possible that he would one day become the sect master of Myriad God Ridge?

Cang Wu was not the only one who had such a thought. Many who witnessed the battle shared it. Yi Yun's brutal defeat of Feng Yunyang appeared to be a slight to the patriarch but, according to the tradition of the Myriad God Patriarch, he would end up being praised for his ability to trample over Feng Yunyang. noveltranslationweb.blogspot.com

Once Yi Yun rose directly to a high position, what sort of fruits did those who had offended him deserve?

Zhang Tianxiang and Song Zhanchen had especially pale faces. If Yi Yun gained power, the question was no longer the kind of fruit. It was possible that their entire family clan would be wiped out from the Myriad God Ridge! At that moment, Zhang Tianxing and Song Zhanchen were no longer in the right mind to bother about Yi Yun murdering some juniors.

"Junior Brother Yi, it's best you hand Feng Yunyang over to me. He is the patriarch's disciple after all."

Cang Wu knew that he could not suppress Yi Yun, so he mentioned the patriarch to pressure him.

Yi Yun's brows moved slightly. He would not get a satisfactory answer to his question and there was no value in holding Feng Yunyang hostage. Besides, he had no idea what schemes the Myriad God Patriarch had in store. Feng Yunyang was probably of great use to him. There was no reason for Yi Yun to kill Feng Yunyang.

Yi Yun kicked Feng Yunyang, sending his body tumbling away. After a few rolls, he landed in Cang Wu's hands.

Upon touching Feng Yunyang's body, Cang Wu felt like he was touching a block of ice. Cang Wu took a deep breath and retrieved a pill from his interspatial ring to feed Feng Yunyang.

The people present exchanged looks. No one imagined the possibility of Feng Yunyang being instantly defeated by Yi Yun.

"Young Master Yi, please do not take any offense I may have rendered you to heart."

"Young Master Yi has truly opened my eyes today. I thought that Feng Yunyang was a rare genius of this world, but who knew that Young Master Yi is actually a genius freak of nature that bests the Sinkhole?"

Many people said such things in great embarrassment. They were trying their best to redeem whatever impressions Yi Yun had of them.

At that moment, it felt like they had just swallowed a fly. What the heck just happened? A group of high-spirited men had come to Sunken Moon Tower to see it given over to Feng Yunyang but, in a blink of an eye, Feng Yunyang was beaten to a pulp. Now they were implicated by Feng Yunyang’s bad luck.

"Let's go. To the sect master."

Cang Wu was extremely glum. He was a proud person, and he had confidently connived against Yi Yun in various ways. Now, it was impossible for him to say anything good to Yi Yun. All he could do was leave as quickly as possible.

The group of people left with their tails between their legs. Yi Yun naturally continued to stay in Sunken Moon Tower, and no one dared to ask him to move out again.

…

Fifteen minutes later, in a dark hall, the Ascending Dragon Cauldron, with Yuan Qi lingering around it, stood tall in the middle of the hall like a burning black flame.

A red-dressed boy was standing in front of the Ascending Dragon Cauldron facing it. His back was to the door, and behind him was a gray-shirted elder who was none other than the Myriad God Ridge's sect master.

"Your Lordship, Feng Yunyang has been defeated by Yi Yun. Furthermore, he has had one arm chopped off. The severed arm has been sealed in frost Qi and burnt by black flames. It's not impossible to rejoin his arm, but it would require a great deal of time and natural herbs."

"I know about it," The red-dressed boy said in a deep tone. His voice remained as hoarse as ever. "What an incompetent fool. All he has is passable talent, and his present strength is only a result of the large number of resources I spent on him. Yet he prides himself on that and thinks too highly of himself. His foolishness is truly unparalleled!"

Upon mentioning Feng Yunyang, the red-dressed boy revealed a look of disgust. Were it not for the huge purpose that disciple of his had, even he would have smacked him to death.

"What do we do with that Yi Yun? He's truly arrogant. Previously, he killed Song Bowen and Zhang Wuchen, two personal disciples. Now, he has severely injured Feng Yunyang, completely disparaging our Myriad God Ridge's rules. If we do not deal with him, he will only go from bad to worse. But at the same time, his talent is the highest I've seen in my life. I'm at a loss for how to deal with him."

When Yi Yun was mentioned, the red-dressed boy showed a rare frown. From his point of view, Yi Yun was like an unfathomable body of water. He did not resemble a young man at all.

"Since this Yi Yun managed to trigger the dragon soul within the Ascending Dragon Cauldron, his bloodline must be relatively pure. Leave him be for now. Monitor his every move carefully. I do not want any mishaps to happen at the last moment."

"I have already been monitoring him." The sect master received the order. "I will definitely do my best to ensure that everything goes smoothly."

True Martial World - Chapter 1264: Sudden News

"He refuses to move?" Cang Wu's expression sank.

"That's right. He even claimed to have too much luggage, and… and…"

"And what!?"

"About that… Don't be angry when I say it." The mustached middle-aged man had a twinkle in his eye as he said in a hushed tone, "He said that he would only move if Lord Cang Wu himself helps move his luggage."

The middle-aged man was burning with anger at the thought of being looked down upon by Yi Yun. So with this opportunity opening up for him, how could he not kick Yi Yun while he was down? He looked forward to the show that was about to begin.

"Heh!" Cang Wu took a deep breath. "Good! Very well done! Since he wants me to help him move, let's see if he can handle it!" Cang Wu said angrily.

Not only was he the most senior disciple of the sect master, he was also one of the Elders that oversaw the personal disciple district. It had been ages since his authority had been challenged.

And now, the person that challenged his authority was Yi Yun who had already lost favor.

"This Yi Yun is simply courting death! He killed my son Song Bowen, and the Zhang family's Zhang Wuchen. They were both personal disciples of the Myriad God Ridge. I was planning on finding evidence to implicate him but he actually still dares to be this arrogant now!" Song Zhanchen said angrily.

Having lost Song Bowen, there was a greater need for the Song family to curry favor with Feng Yunyang. So of course, Song Zhanchen was among the people who were currently gathered around Feng Yunyang.

"Oh? Not only did this person withhold due respect from Senior Brother Cang Wu, he even publicly killed other personal disciples? Yet, he isn't being punished?"

Feng Yunyang spoke out. He had obviously never heard of Yi Yun, much less knew what Yi Yun had done. In fact, the murder of Zhang Wuchen and Song Bowen had nothing to do with him. However, as a mere disciple, Yi Yun's arrogance was something Feng Yunyang could not tolerate.

What sort of person was this Yi Yun? Feng Yunyang needed to curb his urge to kill the two personal disciples that had challenged him. He ended it with maiming them badly, but Yi Yun took it as far as killing other personal disciples. It was ridiculous.

From Feng Yunyang's point of view, among all the disciples in Myriad God Ridge, he was the only one with the right to ignore the sect rules.

"That's right. Young Sect Master, please administer justice!"

Upon hearing Feng Yunyang's question, Song Zhanchen had a bright idea. Both the patriarch and the sect master thought highly of Feng Yunyang. As long as Feng Yunyang gave the go-ahead, finishing Yi Yun was not a problem at all.

A Zhang family elder standing beside Song Zhanchen, named Zhang Tianxing, added on, "Young Sect Master, this Yi Yun clearly knows that Sunken Moon Tower was allocated to you, but he refuses to relinquish it. It's clearly an act meant to disparage you!"

Zhang Tianxing and Song Zhanchen both greatly wished to see a conflict between Feng Yunyang and Yi Yun. The clash between the two would be like an egg striking a rock. If it happened, they could get Yi Yun killed without even dirtying their hands.

When he heard the duo's words, Feng Yunyang smiled. "Are the both of you trying to use me as cannon fodder?"

"Ah… Definitely not! No way!" Song Zhanchen and Zhang Tianxing shook their heads frantically.

"I know what's on your minds. However, there was truth in your words. This Yi Yun clearly knows that the Sunken Moon Tower was given to me, but he continues to stay in there. He must be sick of living."

As Feng Yunyang spoke, a cold and sinister smile suffused the corners of his lips. This smile had appeared once before, when he heavily injured the two personal disciples that did not know better on the Myriad God Platform.

"Since this Yi Yun doesn't want to move out, I'll set up a Murderous Illusion Array. It will ensure that he never leaves Sunken Moon Tower."

Common array techniques could be categorized by effect into trapping arrays, killing arrays and defensive arrays.

Feng Yunyang was most skilled at killing arrays. His arrays would project illusions that killed his enemies. If those in his arrays allowed themselves to be lost in the illusions, they would be plagued by what seemed like countless enemies before dying in the array. The thing was, death in the array meant actual death.

Feng Yunyang enjoyed the arrays that caused his enemies to die in illusions. However, it was not yet appropriate for him to kill Yi Yun. After all, he was still the sect master's disciple, even if he had lost the sect master's favor. Feng Yunyang would still need to answer for such an action.

"This Yi Yun has killed two personal disciples and is a sinner. However. I will not immediately kill him. It would be far more interesting to let him suffer a mental breakdown in the illusion array."

With this thought in mind, Feng Yunyang reached out to touch his interspatial ring. Twelve array flags flew out!

"Shoo! Shoo! Shoo!"

The twelve array flags stuck around Sunken Moon Tower, like the twelve spots on a clock. They surrounded Sunken Moon Tower completely.

Feng Yunyang began producing hand seals as the twelve array flags immediately lit up. They stirred the Heaven Earth Yuan Qi, causing the entire Sunken Moon Tower to become enveloped in dense Heaven Earth Yuan Qi. Everything became a blur.

"What pure Yuan Qi!" A personal disciple exclaimed.

"This array formation fuses the Laws of Water and the Laws of Light. The twelve array flags are extremely intricate. Senior Brother Feng's attainments in array techniques are truly extraordinary." Another person echoed. It wasn't just more exaggerated flattery, as the array formation truly was amazing.

Feng Yunyang smiled. The twelve array flags were obtained by Myriad God Patriarch in an ancient ruin. He had refined the array for many years before passing it down to Feng Yunyang. How could it not be intricate?

Of course, Feng Yunyang did not mention this. He said, "This array formation's name is the Twelve Gates of the Illusion Dao! The Heaven Earth Yuan Qi will form a series of illusions in the array formation. Now that the array formation has been activated, Yi Yun will fall into an endless battle. He will constantly kill enemies in his illusion world until he suffers a mental breakdown. I have only activated the fourth gate out of the twelve gates, but that alone should be sufficient. It's best you report to the sect master. Yi Yun is his disciple after all. It's not right for me to kill him."

"I see. Young Sect Master is truly an extraordinary genius. With such a powerful array in hand, probably no peer in the entire Sinkhole is your match." Upon hearing Feng Yunyang's comment, someone immediately fawned. As for reporting to the sect master, no one did. Zhang Tianxing and Song Zhanchen were watching. Who would want to offend those two?

Feng Yunyang shook his head and said, "I wouldn't dare to say that I'm invincible among my peers in the Sinkhole. Let's not mention the Sinkhole. Just the land I come from, the Seven Desolates ancient continent, alone has people I lack confidence in beating. One is the White Lunar Goddess Empress's adopted son, Bai Shanhe, and the second is White Lunar Goddess Empress's last disciple, Lin Xintong. Even I am slightly inferior to them in terms of strength!"

When Feng Yunyang suddenly mentioned the White Lunar Goddess Empress, everyone present felt their hearts palpitate.

They had been comparing him to all sorts of geniuses, but when an actual legend was mentioned—the White Lunar Goddess Empress—no one dared to joke further.

One had to know that the Seven Desolates ancient continent was made up of seven ancient continents to begin with. Every piece of land covered an area that exceeded the Calm Sea. It was filled with experts!

And the White Lunar Goddess Empress, Bai Yueyin, had carved a path out of blood on the Seven Desolates continents. She had unified the Seven Desolates' seven mighty sects and ended the massive war that lasted for a millennium. Finally, she established the White Lunar Divine Empire and had ruled it ever since. Just the mention of the White Lunar Goddess Empress in the Calm Sea was enough to make others show reverence.

An Elder laughed dryly and said, "The resources the disciples of the White Lunar Goddess Empress enjoy cannot be compared to those of typical sects. Even the Myriad God Ridge is greatly inferior to the White Lunar Divine Empire. Young Sect Master, for you to attain accomplishments from our Myriad God Ridge that make you the match of Bai Shanhe and Lin Xintong is already something to be proud of!"

"That's right. Young Sect Master is a genius. Yet, he remains this humble. It's quite a rare sight."

As the people were fawning over Feng Yunyang, the array enveloping Sunken Moon Tower suddenly quaked!

"Boom!"

Yuan Qi began to tremble as the door to Sunken Moon Tower opened. Yi Yun, dressed in purple, strode out. His brows were like a sword and his gaze was like blades. It left the hearts of people palpitating!

Yi Yun had not thought much of Feng Yunyang, but Feng Yunyang had said a name that made his heart stir. He had mentioned the White Lunar Goddess Empress's last disciple, Lin Xintong!

"What did you just say? Who was it that you said you were inferior to in strength?"

Yi Yun's voice was loud and clear as it tore through the Twelve Gates of the Illusion Dao, reaching the ears of everyone clearly.

Instantly, everyone present was dumbfounded. Wasn't the Twelve Gates of the Illusion Dao already activated? Yi Yun should have already been lost in the illusion world, almost at the point of his soul sea collapsing.

Yet, not only had he walked out obstreperously, he had also heard their conversation. He had even pushed open the door to speak to the people outside the array!

"Could it be that the array didn’t activate?" A puzzled personal disciple said.

They all looked at Feng Yunyang, whose face was turning white. It looked extremely ugly.

How could this be possible? He had always prided himself on the Twelve Gates of the Illusion Dao, but it was completely ineffective against Yi Yun. It was a massive array that the Myriad God Patriarch had passed down to him. Although he could only use a tiny portion of the Twelve Gates of the Illusion Dao's power, it was definitely not something a Dao Palace realm warrior should have been able to withstand.

"I'm asking you a question! Are you deaf!?"

Yi Yun yelled sharply. He was naturally anxious regarding news of Lin Xintong.

Feng Yunyang was a little taken aback after being lambasted. However, he quickly reacted with anger.

"It looks like I have underestimated you. You must have undergone some fortuitous encounter, so your soul is far stronger than most warriors at your realm. That's how you managed to withstand my illusion array. That's fine, I have only activated the first four of the twelve gates. I will now activate all twelve gates and extract your soul!"

As Feng Yunyang spoke, his arms began moving as he produced hand seals. The twelve array flags began lighting up one after another!

Yi Yun had a sullen expression. "I'm asking you one more time. Who was it that you said you were inferior to in strength? Tell me what kind of person the White Lunar Goddess Empress's disciple is!"

Yi Yun's voice was already filled with killing intent. But at that moment, how could Feng Yunyang bother with what he was saying? He had already gathered his Yuan Qi to a maximum.

"Twelve Gates of the Illusion Dao—Annihilation of All Life!"

Feng Yunyang leaped up and looked down from above. He had used the strongest move of the Twelve Gates of the Illusion Dao. The twelve array flags formed a wave of annihilative might in a bid to destroy Yi Yun's soul.

At that moment, Yi Yun could no longer tolerate it any further. He extended his hand with a beckon as the sword, Mirage Snow, appeared in his palm.

Huan Chenxue had previously mentioned that Mirage Snow had undergone huge changes in state. No one could recognize its origins, so Yi Yun was free to use it.

With Mirage Snow’s appearance, the surrounding atmosphere changed completely. It became overbearingly cold!

At the same time, the blazing Heretical God Fire Seed augmented Mirage Snow. With the fusion of extreme hot and cold, coupled with Yi Yun's comprehension of Yin and Yang laws, the two forces synergized with each other, creating an extraordinary power!

"Whew!"

The sword tip flashed with a cold beam that tore through the void, striking the Twelve Gates of the Illusion Dao.

The sharp sword beam was irrepressible. The moment it came into contact with the array, it instantly tore through it. The sword beam's momentum did not decrease as runic patterns began shattering one after another!

Yi Yun flew out, sword in hand, from the Twelve Gates of the Illusion Dao, transforming into an azure beam that instantly appeared in front of Feng Yunyang!

"What!?"

High up in the sky, Feng Yunyang was alarmed. He retreated rapidly while wiping his interspatial ring, hoping to take out a scimitar. But Yi Yun's sword was too fast. It far exceeded Feng Yunyang's reaction time.

At the end of the sword beam was the Heretical God Fire Seed, fused with Extreme Yin frost ice!

With the alternating extremes of hot and cold, Feng Yunyang's protective Yuan Qi instantly shattered as the Mirage Snow pierced straight through his body.

"Puah!"

Blood splattered as Feng Yunyang felt as though the right side of his body had become immersed in chaotic energy. Its heat was about to burn his visceral organs to ash while the cold was about to chill his bone marrow!

Feng Yunyang had no way of resisting such force. At that moment, the Mirage Snow had stabbed and pulled, slashing off one of Feng Yunyang's arms!

As for this arm of Feng Yunyang's, it had just grabbed the scimitar in his interspatial ring but it was instantly frozen And within the ice, the arm was burnt by flames, turning into a charred black mess!

"Ah!"

Feng Yunyang cried out tragically as he plummeted from a high altitude.

"Bam!"

Feng Yunyang fell head down and with full force. The right side of his body had his entire arm lopped off from the shoulder. His wound had been sealed in ice but beneath the ice were burnt wounds. It looked extremely wretched!

In fact, Yi Yun's strike had contained the Extreme Yin frost Qi and the Heretical God Fire Seed. They had severely destroyed Feng Yunyang's meridians. Without large amounts of heavenly treasures and several months of recuperation, it would be impossible for him to recover.

And this was Yi Yun showing mercy. Had he not, his strike could have killed Feng Yunyang!

He had left Feng Yunyang alive mostly to question him. Secondly, Yi Yun was not ready to lose decorum with the Myriad God Ridge. He knew that the Myriad God Patriarch had put forth great effort to nurture Feng Yunyang. Furthermore, he had held a meeting to personally confirm Feng Yunyang's status as the Myriad God Ridge's sect master successor. As such, Feng Yunyang was probably very important to the Myriad God Patriarch. Killing him would be the fastest way to make an enemy of the Myriad God Patriarch.

Even with Old Snake backing him, Yi Yun still lacked confidence in that fight.

"What did you just said. Who was the genius from the Seven Desolates' White Lunar Divine Empire?"

The cold Mirage Snow was held beside Feng Yunyang's cheek. The devastating cold bit at his skin as the hair on his skin stood straight up. His skin was being subtly sliced apart by the frost Qi as the streams of blood meandered down Mirage Snow's blade. However, they quickly froze into red ice crystals that fell off. They did not stain the sword even once.

"You…you…"

Feng Yunyang's voice trembled. He had yet to come to. How was he so easily defeated? Why was the youth in front of him so powerful?

Feng Yunyang believed that there was hardly anyone his age that could match him. Although he knew he was nothing much in the White Lunar Divine Empire, he was certain that he could reign supreme in the Myriad God Ridge. How was he defeated in a simple face-off? Furthermore, it was such an abject defeat!

True Martial World - Chapter 1263: Myriad God Crown Prince

"How about it Young Master Yi? If it is convenient for you, please move now. I have already found help for Young Master Yi. These men will help you move. I'm really sorry to make you go through all of this, Young Master Yi." When he saw Yi Yun not moving, the thin mustached middle-aged man obsequiously pleaded with him.

Yi Yun narrowed his eyes. "Where do you want me to move to?"

"About that…" The middle-aged man looked a little troubled. "Lord Cang Wu did not instruct me to move you to a particular place. There is a severe shortage of residences in the personal disciple district at the moment, you see. Young Master Yi, why don't you first move to the East Box Building and we can later make further arrangements for your residence?"

Upon hearing the middle-aged man's words, Yi Yun laughed. He knew of the East Box Building. It wasn't a residence for personal disciples, but the place where the stewards and deacons who served them stayed.

There was also the ridiculous claim that there was a shortage of residences in the personal disciple district. Just Zhang Wuchen and Song Bowen's deaths should have opened up two spots.

This was all likely arranged by Cang Wu. He had probably received benefits from the Zhang and Song family.

"The East Box Building isn't bad. If you want me to move there, that's fine. Although, I have quite a bit of luggage. Get Cang Wu to help me pack!"

With that said, Yi Yun turned to leave. Although he was not particularly attached to the Sunken Moon Tower, being chased out was completely different from him simply not being able to stay there.

Upon hearing Yi Yun's words, the middle-aged man was stunned. He never expected Yi Yun to say such a daring thing. Get Cang Wu himself here?

What sort of person was Cang Wu? As the eldest disciple of the Myriad God Ridge's sect master, his cultivation level was already at the Supremacy level. He held an extraordinary status. Any personal disciple that saw him would bow respectfully and greet him as Martial Uncle.

Who did Yi Yun think he was to ask Cang Wu to come personally to get him to move? Even if he hadn't lost the favor of the sect master, he was nowhere near comparable to Cang Wu.

"Young Master Yi, what's the point of making things difficult for me? I'm only a steward. If you are that capable, go directly to Lord Cang Wu and Young Sect Master Feng and say that!" The middle-aged man said furiously.

How could a disciple that has lost the favor of the sect master act so arrogantly? He was nothing compared to the only disciple of the patriarch, the next sect master.

Yi Yun could no longer be bothered with the steward. He closed the door to Sunken Moon Tower and shut the group out at the door.

The middle-aged man was fuming mad, but at that moment he could not do a thing. What else could he do if Yi Yun refused to move?

He stood in a daze in front of Sunken Moon Tower for a long while when he suddenly saw a group of people walking towards him from afar.

There were more than ten people. From their attire, they were mostly Elders or personal disciples of Myriad God Ridge. Walking among them was a youth. He was like the moon that drew a circle of stars around him. That person was none other than Feng Yunyang.

And walking beside Feng Yunyang was the sect master's eldest disciple, Cang Wu.

Even Cang Wu was walking half a step behind Feng Yunyang. At that moment in Myriad God Patriarch, Feng Yunyang was like the crown prince in mortal dynasties. His status was second only to the patriarch and incumbent sect master. Many people were fawning over him.

After the announcement, many family clans had prepared gifts and written letters of visit. They all planned on scheduling a time to visit Feng Yunyang.

To these ancient family clans, Feng Yunyang, as the next sect master, was someone that they absolutely had to establish good ties with. Any smart person could tell that the current sect master was near his end. Furthermore, the patriarch had said that his days were numbered. In effect, that meant that Feng Yunyang would become the only head of the Myriad God Ridge in the future. Who would dare to offend such a person?

However, not everyone could discern the circumstances. There were a few shortsighted people that were unconvinced by Feng Yunyang.

Previously, Feng Yunyang had mentioned that he had minute accomplishments on the martial path and array formations. He welcomed every senior brother and sister to give him 'advice.'

It was a way for Feng Yunyang to establish his authority, but there were two young and high-spirited personal disciples who believed that it was genuine. They believed that they had extraordinary talent. They thought that if they defeated Feng Yunyang they would receive the attention of the patriarch, and that they might be able to take Feng Yunyang’s place as his last disciple. In that case, they would undergo a meteoric rise, becoming the sect master's successor.

However, dreams are beautiful but reality is very cruel. When they went to 'give advice' to Feng Yunyang, they were defeated by him in three strikes!

Feng Yunyang was extremely ruthless in his attacks. One of them was beaten till he was on his last breath. The other one was nearly crippled. They would be bedridden for about a year, and there was no hope of recovery without expending large amounts of treasured herbs.

Such an act left many people secretly alarmed. Feng Yunyang was definitely not as benign as he seemed!

He clearly knew that the two who challenged him were not his match, and yet he enticed them to sign a challenge contract anyway. They went on the Myriad God Platform, and so he was not to be blamed even if they were beaten to death. After all, blades do not discriminate!

People knew that Feng Yunyang could have easily gained victory without injuring the other two. However, he deliberately injured them heavily in their dantians. Only a very vicious person would have such thoughts.

It was, in fact, a violation of the sect rules, but no one raised that point. With Feng Yunyang's status, people were eager to fawn over him, so who would be dumb enough to offend him? The only ones to blame were the two who didn't know any better. They were too naive with their dreams of grandeur.

"Young Sect Master is truly the kind of genius that doesn't even appear once in ten thousand years in the Calm Sea! It was truly heart-shaking to see Young Sect Master's valiant bearing on the Myriad God Platform!"

An elder beamed from ear to ear as he lauded Feng Yunyang. The way his wrinkles pressed together was enough to squeeze a fly to death.

"Elder Sun, your mentioning of the Calm Sea is too small in scope. From the way I see it, Young Sect Master is definitely the best even in the entire Sinkhole!"

Another person flattered. It was uplifted from the Calm Sea to the Sinkhole. Their sycophantic acts were done without even blinking.

Feng Yunyang relished in how the people addressed him 'Young Sect Master.’ Back in the Seven Desolates, when had he ever enjoyed such treatment?

The original Feng Yunyang came from a small sect. It was all because of Myriad God Patriarch's foresight and wisdom that he discovered how exceedingly talented he actually was. He obviously leapt at the chance to leave with the Myriad God Patriarch. Later, Myriad God Patriarch obtained divine medicine at great cost to help him clean his marrow and temper his bones. He was also taught divine techniques, giving him his robust foundations and present-day achievements. noveltranslationweb.blogspot.com

He took in the flattery while maintaining his countenance before saying nonchalantly, "The Calm Sea's scope is indeed not big enough. Master has placed great hopes on me. I will not let him down either. In the future, I'll lead the Myriad God Ridge to expand beyond the Calm Sea and dominate the Sinkhole!"

When Feng Yunyang said those words, the crowd echoed emphatically. No youth could be more high spirited than this.

At that moment, Cang Wu said, "Junior Brother Feng, Sunken Moon Tower is right ahead. It's the best residence in the personal disciple district…"

"Oh, it's actually a building made of Sunken Moon Wood? That works! Not bad!"

Feng Yunyang was very pleased.

With a smile, Cang Wu turned to introduce the Sunken Moon Tower but he noticed the mustached middle-aged man running toward him with a downtrodden look.

Cang Wu frowned slightly and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Lord Cang Wu… Yi Yun refuses to move. He's still inside Sunken Moon Tower at this very moment!"