The Battlefield of Hundred Worlds, the Power of the Heaven's Physique
The Battlefield of Hundred Worlds, the Power of the Heaven’s Physique
Su Qingge was not the least bit surprised that Lan Yifei would agree to her conditions.
Faced with the Taboo Demonic Arts, even those ancient beings would burn with greed—there was no way they could remain indifferent.
Lan Yifei was, after all, only of the younger generation. No matter how calm and confident he appeared, he could not possibly conceal the ambition in his heart.
The terror of the Taboo Demonic Arts was enough to make the entire Beyond wary of it. How could he possibly resist?
“This is the first half of the Taboo Demonic Arts. I can pass it to you first.”
“As for the second half, when the time is ripe, I will naturally hand it over to you as well. On this point, you can rest assured.”
Qingge spoke lightly, her fair hand waving gently. A hazy black light, like a seed, drifted toward him.
Seeing this, a sharp gleam flashed through Lan Yifei’s eyes. He did not fully trust it in his heart, and only after carefully examining the seed did he nod.
He worried that Su Qingge had tampered with this black seed in some way.
However, it seemed Su Qingge was fairly sincere about this matter and had not intended to harm him, so he relaxed slightly.
After closing his eyes and absorbing the black seed, Lan Yifei’s entire body trembled. He suddenly felt as if a fog had lifted from his mind, as though he had pushed open the door to an entirely new world, leaving his heart surging with excitement.
“Then who exactly is the true Successor of Demonic Arts?” However, he had not forgotten this matter and asked once more.
The true Successor of Demonic Arts—that was his real goal.
Lan Yifei even had a feeling that perhaps even Su Qingge herself did not possess the complete Taboo Demonic Arts.
Hearing this, Su Qingge glanced at Lan Yifei, seemingly rather disdainful, and said indifferently, “Your patience is lacking.”
“As for the identity of the Successor of Demonic Arts, I will inform you of it sooner or later.”
Hearing these words, Lan Yifei did not press further. After all, he too needed to demonstrate his own sincerity.
“Very well. Since you want Sources, I happen to know of a place where you can devour them.”
“Due east of the Cangxian Sky Domain lies the Battlefield of Hundred Worlds. Prodigies from various worlds come there to fight and kill almost every day. Perhaps you can enter it.”
Lan Yifei’s gaze shifted slightly as he spoke. From his bosom, he took out an ancient token bearing the two characters “Dao Xian” and handed it to Su Qingge.
The Battlefield of Hundred Worlds was a general term. In truth, the worlds involved were countless in number—far more than a hundred.
Some of those worlds were subsidiary Overworlds of the various orthodoxies and powers of the Beyond. Their territories were equally vast and boundless, having given birth to numerous prodigies, and even supreme figures.
And the Battlefield of Hundred Worlds was precisely such a place—one dedicated to letting prodigies from all worlds slaughter one another, fighting for the qualification to join the orthodoxies and powers of the Beyond.
If one could stand out from the Battlefield of Hundred Worlds, not only would one be valued by the orthodoxies of the Beyond and taken directly into their ranks,
one could also bring glory to the sect or clan behind them—a carp leaping over the dragon gate, ascending to the heavens in a single bound.
So even though the Battlefield of Hundred Worlds was incomparably cruel, with countless prodigies dying within it—enough to pile up like mountains—
every single day, cultivators from the Overworlds still passed through the cross-realm Transportation Arrays to go there, to fight and temper themselves.
Moreover, within the Battlefield of Hundred Worlds, opportunities were numerous. There were stone steles left by supreme experts of ancient eras,
as well as lost divine scriptures, imperial texts, and immortal arts.
Even the successors of the various immortal orthodoxies of the Beyond had, in the past, quite a few who perished within the Battlefield of Hundred Worlds, unable to match some of the terrifying monsters within.
After all, every so often, those Overworlds would give birth to unimaginable monsters,
carrying the Fortuity of an entire world, sweeping forward like a broken bamboo, unstoppable by anyone.
“If anyone else wishes to enter the Battlefield of Hundred Worlds, they must undergo inspection at the All-Encompassing Border City. However, this is my identity token. You can enter with it, and no one will probe into your origins.”
Seeing that Su Qingge seemed somewhat puzzled, Lan Yifei smiled faintly and explained.
He was no fool. He did not directly help Su Qingge obtain the Sources of prodigies, for doing so would always leave traces, which would be disadvantageous to him.
Su Qingge pondered briefly, then agreed, accepting the token. Her figure then swiftly vanished from the place.
She knew that within this token, there was definitely a divine sense imprint left by Lan Yifei, capable of tracking her movements.
So after leaving this courtyard, she wrapped the token in magic power and sealed it within her storage ring.
The Battlefield of Hundred Worlds was extremely far from here. Even if she crossed through the various Transportation Arrays, it would take her nearly a month.
She wanted to step into the threshold of the Sacred Lord Realm by the next time she saw Gu Changge. At least then, she would have the qualification to stand before him and question him about everything over these years.
Half a year from now, he would marry his fiancée, Yue Mingkong.
Su Qingge took a deep breath, calming the turmoil in her heart.
She had actually caught wind of some rumors—that the progenitor of the Demonic Arts lineage, the demoness in red, Chan Hongyi, might make a move at that grand wedding.
As for whether she would go to sabotage it or to attend the ceremony, she did not know.
Within the courtyard, sensing Su Qingge’s actions, Lan Yifei was not surprised. However, he had no time to dwell on such matters.
Right now, he only wanted to properly study that half of the Taboo Demonic Arts. Everything else could be set aside for the time being.
That black seed contained an extremely mysterious cultivation art. The scope of what it involved even somewhat overturned his imagination and understanding.
But Lan Yifei felt that as long as he studied it thoroughly, it would surely greatly increase his strength, allowing him to sweep aside the many overlords of the younger generation.
Meanwhile, at the headquarters of the Nephrite Breeze Pavilion.
Gu Changge had Bai Lian’er’s father, Bai Kun, and his disciple, Bai Hua, deduce the location of the Celestial Path.
The result did not exceed his expectations.
Both of them suffered considerable backlash—especially Bai Kun, who was already blind and now nearly perished.
Had Gu Changge not intervened at the critical moment, blurring this patch of heavenly secrets for him and severing the Dao injury, he would absolutely have died miserably on the spot.
As for Bai Hua, because he bore the Heaven’s Physique, the backlash he suffered was considerably less.
However, the clues they deduced were also extremely vague. They only said that the Celestial Path was related to a tree.
As for what tree that was, he did not know—he directly spat out blood and fainted, and by the time he awoke, seven days had already passed.
Gu Changge guessed that the tree might be the Tree of Epoch. When the Epoch Dao Fruit ripened and the rules of heaven and earth fully converged, only then would the Celestial Path emerge.
As for where the Celestial Path would appear, that was yet another unknown.
“The matter of the Celestial Path can be set aside for now. But Nether and Pagoda must be dealt with first.” Gu Changge turned his thoughts to another matter. Before leaving the Beyond, he had to annihilate these forces, or they would affect his subsequent plans.
Finally, he thought of Bai Hua again. As one bearing the Heaven’s Physique, he inherently possessed the ability to spy on heavenly secrets.
If it could be combined with his Hongmeng Purple Mirror, perhaps something could be deduced, allowing him to find the hiding places of Nether and Pagoda.
# Chapter 677: The Power of Deduction, the Overworld Gu-Breeding Ground
The Hongmeng Purple Mirror was, after all, an immortal treasure with the power of deduction. Back then, it was precisely because Bai Kun coveted this treasure that he encountered a fatal calamity.
Gu Changge felt that the Heaven’s Physique combined with this treasure might produce unexpected effects.
“Pagoda, Nether—I refuse to believe you can keep hiding.”
Gu Changge shook his head and sent someone to summon Bai Hua.
Soon, Bai Hua, freshly recovered from heavy injuries, was brought before Gu Changge under Bai Lian’er’s guidance.
Compared to before, Bai Hua still wore the same fearful expression toward Gu Changge. His features were delicate, his build average, and his skin bore an abnormal pallor.
Because of the deduction of the Celestial Path’s location, he and Bai Kun had suffered heavy injuries. However, compared to Bai Kun, his injuries could be considered negligible.
“Young Master Changge, you were looking for me?”
Bai Hua stood before Gu Changge, his words trembling slightly. He still could not forget being imprisoned by Gu Changge some time ago.
Moreover, just seven days ago, Gu Changge had sought out his master to help deduce the Celestial Path.
One must know that in the art of divination and deduction,
the most taboo thing was to deduce matters related to the Heavenly Path and the word “immortal,” for doing so would invite misfortune and backlash.
The reason his master Bai Kun’s eyes had gone blind was precisely because he had glimpsed things he should not have seen.
“Of the Great Dao’s fifty, Heaven derives forty-nine, and man escapes with one.”
And what they often glimpsed
was precisely that escaped “one.”
This “one” often contained
unimaginably unfathomable strangeness and great peril.
That was why, when Bai Kun deduced the Celestial Path, he was nearly struck dead by that bolt of lightning shaped like the character “one.”
“I want you to help me deduce one more thing,” Gu Changge glanced at Bai Hua and said casually.
He could tell that Bai Hua’s condition had already fully recovered. The reason he put on this pale and frail appearance was nothing more than an act for his benefit.