Looking at Zhang Shicheng, who was laughing with his hands on his hips, looking like a true villain, Zhang Chen was speechless in his heart. This old guy was courteous one moment and arrogant the next, changing his face faster than flipping a page.
At this moment, Zhang Shicheng was full of himself, thinking he had grasped Zhang Chen's weakness, and laughed wildly, the laughter filled with arrogance: "Boy, you want to use me, the old ancestor, to refine treasures, unless you voluntarily jump into that furnace. Otherwise, you should expect me to haunt you. I will make you see how many eyes Lord Ma has."
Zhang Shicheng's laughter was filled with pride, with a look that he had Zhang Chen completely cornered. Then he saw Zhang Chen, without saying a word, jump straight into the Eight Trigrams Furnace.
He couldn't resist the Colored Realm Fire, but he had the Fire Extinguishing Pearl, didn't he?
"You..." Zhang Shicheng watched Zhang Chen jump into the Eight Trigrams Furnace without hesitation and was suddenly dumbfounded, realizing he had been wrong. A bad premonition surged in his heart, making him wish he could slap himself hard.
"I was just joking with you, don't take it to heart..." Zhang Shicheng showed a harmless smile while slowly edging his feet toward the cave entrance, trying to escape secretly.
In the next moment, the chains echoed in the darkness, and Zhang Shicheng's soul was dragged toward the Eight Trigrams Furnace.
"No! We can talk this over nicely. With me as your henchman, no place under heaven is unreachable for you. Why would you insist on putting me to death?" Zhang Shicheng shouted in panic.
Sadly, the only response to Zhang Shicheng was the constant clanking of the chains, and then he was directly dragged inside. Soon, the Eight Trigrams Furnace resonated with scream after scream, while Zhang Chen emerged from the furnace, standing in front of it, listening to the painful cries, and let out a soft sigh: "It's all over!"
"Boy, you erase people's souls, denying them the chance of reincarnation. You're so ruthless, exhausting all means. In the future, you will surely face retribution." Zhang Shicheng's harsh screams echoed from inside the Eight Trigrams Furnace, his struggles unending.
"Me? Ruthless? Your Prince Pingbian's Mansion is what truly renders everything hopeless." Zhang Chen laughed coldly, his voice carefree.
Since Prince Pingbian's Mansion made things hopeless, no one could blame Zhang Chen.
As the cries inside the furnace dwindled and disappeared completely, the Eight Trigrams Furnace emitted a hum. An inexplicable feeling arose in Zhang Chen's heart; the God-Beating Whip inside seemed to have been refined.
"The God-Beating Whip!" Zhang Chen muttered to himself. With gods ruling the future, the God-Beating Whip was crucial.
Only the ingredients for refining the God-Beating Whip were all rare treasures. Not to mention the Innate Five Great Qi, as Zhang Chen had only gathered the Innate Taiji Qi at this moment.
"Now, I have gathered six materials, leaving the seeds of the Cyan Treasure Tree, the Innate Five Great Qi, and the World Seed — but these three materials are all top-tier. The Cyan Treasure Tree is also known as the Heaven-Reaching Jianmu Tree, and the World Seed needs no further mention; finding it is as difficult as ascending to heaven. The Innate Five Great Qi is almost impossible to find now that the Innate Qi has dissipated; where can I find it?"
Zhang Chen muttered, eyes fixed on the Eight Trigrams Furnace. Three days later, colorful lights erupted from the furnace, and a stream of light flew out, hovering before Zhang Chen.
Gazing carefully, he saw it was shaped like a wooden whip, three feet six inches and five-tenths in length, comprised of twenty-one sections, each with four rune seals, totaling eighty-four.
"What a treasure! The God-Beating Whip contains thirty-six innate restrictions. After refining with the Dragon Soul, it currently bears twenty-four innate restrictions, better than I expected." Zhang Chen gently caressed the God-Beating Whip, which next shrank into a stream of light, merging into Zhang Chen's Magical Power Cyan Lotus, nourished by his power.
The God-Beating Whip was Zhang Chen's personally refined treasure, requiring no additional refining and could be operated and commanded with ease, possessing mysterious and unpredictable powers.
"This Eight Trigrams Furnace remains useful to me; once I find the materials, I must return to refine again. I need to conceal the Eight Trigrams Furnace." Zhang Chen thought, employing his Earth Control Technique to fill the cave with rock, sealing it without any traces outside.
"Now, my affairs in the Northern Land are settled; I can head south to seek a peaceful place and live well." Zhang Chen glanced at the sealed mountains, feeling slightly relieved. The Northern Land was too unfriendly to him; he had long wanted to leave.
While thoughts were swirling in Zhang Chen's mind, suddenly a muffled thunder sounded overhead. Zhang Chen looked up at the sky, where dark clouds had unknowingly gathered, and torrential rain started pouring again.
"The True Dragon has fallen, and Heaven and Earth naturally respond with three months of heavy rain. Coupled with the accumulated moisture in the Northern Land from last year, without the True Dragon's restraint, once it erupts, it will indeed be a natural disaster." Zhang Chen secretly worried in his heart, for the current situation did not bode well for him. After all, he had slain the True Dragon, and if there were any guilt, a part of it would also be attributed to him.
However, Zhang Chen disregarded the torrential downpour and instead directed his gaze towards the direction of the lake. There, various divine entities overturned the sea, divine lights continuously clashed and intertwined into chaos, the strong from all sides were fervently engaged in battle.
Zhang Chen recognized familiar figures, with the number one in Martial Dao, Zhou Chuan, holding a Dragon Horn, every move he made shook the heavens and the earth, causing eighth-tier divine spirits to flee in disarray, and even when facing ninth-tier divine spirits, he was not at a disadvantage.
"Zhou Chuan's Martial Dao cultivation has improved again. It seems he has already overcome the will of the Ba Snake, and his acupoints have acquired characteristics of the Ba Snake. It seems that in the acupoint within his abdomen, a Ba Snake is coiled. That Ba Snake has the aspect of swallowing Heaven and Earth, Zhou Chuan has acquired the Innate Will, and can be considered half an Innate Divine Spirit now. In the future, by seeking various mysterious methods to refine into the acupoints, his great Dao would be achieved." Zhang Chen, having asked Xiu Liu during the Ancient Era to collect all kinds of cultivation techniques, naturally had seen plenty of Martial Dao techniques, and with a glance could discern Zhou Chuan's current Martial Dao cultivation progress.
"I could give Zhou Chuan some pointers to help him refine his acupoints faster and condense his Martial Dao Dharma Aspect, stirring the muddied waters of the world. Zhou Chuan and I share a good relationship; if I can help train him up, it will add some assurance when I walk the world in the future." Zhang Chen contemplated.
"Ah, the True Dragon's creation, not to be missed." Zhang Chen treaded step by step through the mist and rain, shortly arriving at the large lake, gazing from afar at the struggles happening within the lake, seeking an opportunity to enter the battlefield.
"The True Dragon's flesh has already been mostly divided in just three days. Even the powerful from the Demon Race have joined in, and everyone is plundering the True Dragon's flesh." Zhang Chen observed from the lakeshore, noting that amidst the endless mist and rain, the powerful figures of the Demon Race exhibited tremendous divine power, each one feasting voraciously on the True Dragon's flesh.
As the True Dragon's flesh entered their bellies, the physical bodies of the powerful Demon Race individuals began to undergo visible transformation, their flesh and meridians vibrating continuously, and their bloodlines evolving madly.
"When a whale falls, all things thrive." Zhang Chen's gaze swept over the True Dragon's empty skeletal structure, and a tinge of sentiment surfaced in his heart.
Zhang Shicheng's Dragon Transformation was merely at the eleventh tier, incomparable to the Innate Ba Snake. Now, powerful figures appeared one after another in the world, especially those who acquired the creation of the First Heaven in the Spiritual World; after obtaining the Ba Snake's flesh creation, all sorts of strange abilities emerged in endlessly. Dividing the eleventh-tier True Dragon bone was not a difficult task.
Zhang Chen stood on the embankment, sensing the Blood Transformation Divine Saber within the distant True Dragon's body. With a beckoning of his hand, the next moment, the Blood Transformation Divine Saber transformed into a scarlet streak, landing in Zhang Chen's hand.
Zhang Chen scrutinized the Blood Transformation Divine Saber and noted that after absorbing Zhang Shicheng's Dragon Blood, the Blood Transformation Divine Saber showed no change.
"The blood of an eleventh-tier True Dragon does not provide any substantial repair to the Blood Transformation Divine Saber. The saber's grade is simply too high! Unless it could absorb the blood of a True Dragon at the Fruit Realm, more blood would merely be a drop in the bucket." Zhang Chen, holding the Blood Transformation Divine Saber, was just about to store it in his sleeve when suddenly seven divine lights followed the saber from afar, halting in front of Zhang Chen, revealing their true forms.
"Hmm?" Zhang Chen looked at the arrivals, and they all appeared as young noble sons, divine light swirling around their bodies, not of ordinary family background.
"Hand over that treasured saber, and we might spare your life," said the leading young noble, appearing to be around seventeen or eighteen, dressed in a flashy golden robe.
"Hand over the treasured saber? You want my saber?" Zhang Chen caressed the saber in his hand, an odd look in his eyes, "If you want the saber, you'll need to state your names so I know who you are. If you can overpower me, naturally I'd hand the saber over. But if your background isn't greater than mine, trying to trick the saber away with mere words would be pure wishful thinking." Zhang Chen tapped the Blood Transformation Divine Saber leisurely against his palm, smiling as he looked at the several young nobles with divine light swirling around them. Judging by the divine Dao aura on them, their cultivation seemed to be around the fifth tier.
Now, with the rise of the divine Dao, experts were becoming less and less valuable!
"This is the son of the White Lotus Sect's Hall Master Chen. You say, is that identity significant enough?" someone next to him introduced, pointing at the leading young noble.
The leading noble, Chen Ming, bearing an arrogant expression, stated, "I am indeed the son of Chen Zhifei, the Hall Master of the Flood Banner of the White Lotus Sect."
Upon hearing the introduction, Zhang Chen looked puzzled. What kind of organization was the White Lotus Sect? He truly had not heard of it.
He had heard of the Yellow Heaven Dao but never of the White Lotus Sect?
In his past life, he had heard of the White Lotus Sect, known as one of the prominent rebel organizations. But the White Lotus Sect that emerged in this world, he indeed had no knowledge of.
"Is your organization famous?" Zhang Chen inquired earnestly, his tone polite and sincere, genuinely wanting to learn about this world's White Lotus Sect.