Chapter 1477: Fierce Insect Emerges

Azure Lotus Peak. Wang Changsheng, Wang Ruyan, and Meng Tianzheng were chatting in a stone pavilion.

Taiyi Immortal Sect had sent a generous gift, which surely had an ulterior motive. What puzzled them was that Meng Tianzheng hadn't mentioned it at all. Previously, they had sent two Three-Origin Heart-Guard Pills and wanted to invite Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan to return to the Eastern Wasteland to participate in a war. Now, they had sent an even more valuable gift, yet Taiyi Immortal Sect had made no demands?

Unprompted kindness often conceals an ulterior motive, and when things are out of the ordinary, something is surely amiss.

"Fellow Daoist Wang, Madam Wang, I have some important matters to attend to, so I won't stay any longer. I'll come to trouble you again another day when I'm free."

Meng Tianzheng bid farewell to Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan, intending to return to Taiyi Immortal Sect.

Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan were slightly surprised. They had hoped to ascertain Meng Tianzheng's true intentions, but his swift departure was truly unexpected.

"Fellow Daoist Meng, are you returning so soon? Have you forgotten something? Did Fellow Daoist Zhang from your sect not have any instructions for you?" Wang Changsheng asked, somewhat curious. Logically speaking, since Taiyi Immortal Sect had sent such a valuable gift, it would be natural for them to make a small request.

"No, my Senior Brother, the Sect Master, had no instructions," Meng Tianzheng said sincerely. "Fellow Daoist Wang, Madam Wang, you don't need to worry. Our Taiyi Immortal Sect has no demands. You can simply focus on your development. If you have time someday, you are welcome to visit our Taiyi Immortal Sect as guests."

Meng Tianzheng spoke sincerely. Taiyi Immortal Sect had sent this significant gift simply to establish good relations, making it easier to ask for the Wang family's help in the future, and also to win over the Wang family.

The Wang family's strength was growing daily, and their rise was inevitable. In any case, the Wang family was officially a subordinate force of Taiyi Immortal Sect. Several members of the Wang family had joined Taiyi Immortal Sect, and Wang Qingshan was even a disciple of the Carefree Sword Venerable! It was quite normal for Taiyi Immortal Sect to send a valuable gift.

In the world of cultivation, strength reigns supreme. The stronger one becomes, the more naturally one gains recognition from other forces.

Meng Tianzheng's expression grew serious. He said, "Something major might happen in the Eastern Luan Realm. It could be as soon as a few decades, or as long as a thousand years. Your family should prepare! Perhaps this will be an opportunity for your family to rise. If you have no other matters, I will take my leave. If you ever need help from our Taiyi Immortal Sect, please don't hesitate to ask."

"Thank you, Fellow Daoist Meng. If we ever need your sect's help, we will certainly ask."

Wang Changsheng agreed and personally saw Meng Tianzheng and his group off.

Over the next few days, the other guests gradually departed. Dai Ren wanted to speak privately with True Monarch Tianyue, but Wang Changsheng found an excuse to decline. However, he did inform Dai Ren that True Monarch Tianyue had divined that something major would occur in the Eastern Luan Realm, urging the Ten Thousand Swords Sect to prepare for it.

Dai Ren was convinced; Wang Changsheng had no reason to deceive him. Zhou Sihong was causing trouble in the South Sea, the Myriad Flowers Palace in the Eastern Wasteland was in decline, and the Five Great Dynasties of the Central Plains seemed poised to break their stalemate.

He did not linger on Azure Lotus Island. He departed that same day with his disciples, returning to the Ten Thousand Swords Sect to deliver the message.

Wang Changsheng, Wang Ruyan, and Ye Haitang left Azure Lotus Island and headed for the Myriad Ghosts Sea.

According to True Monarch Tianyue's divination, Huang Yuxu was likely in a place with extremely heavy Yin energy. Among the entire South Sea cultivation world, the Myriad Ghosts Sea had the densest Yin energy, making it highly probable that Huang Yuxu was hiding there.

Northern Frontier, Puppet Emperor's Tomb.

Two Fourth-tier puppet beasts had been reduced to piles of scrap metal. Over a dozen nearby hilltops had been leveled, and numerous corpses lay scattered across the mountains.

Inside the Puppet Emperor's Palace, two men and one woman lay in pools of blood. The hall was in ruins, and the statue of the Puppet Emperor had been destroyed. A five-colored light portal appeared where the statue once stood, from which a surge of pure spiritual energy poured forth.

Beyond the light portal lay a vast space: a lush green mountain range stretching for a million li, ancient towering trees everywhere, and abundant spiritual energy.

A massive ball of fire suddenly flared high in the sky, accompanied by a faint but deafening roar.

In an open area, Zhang Wuchen, Lin Yuzong, and Ouyang Hongguang were besieging a graceful young woman in a green dress. Scattered on the ground nearby were tens of thousands of motionless black ants, and a long-dead black phoenix.

The young woman in green held a shimmering green feather fan. With a gentle flick, a swirling, misty green hurricane swept forth.

Lin Yuzong's left arm was gone, and his face was pale. Ouyang Hongguang's dharma robe was tattered, and his body was covered in wounds, revealing glimpses of bone. He was enveloped in a large cloud of black qi, emanating a formidable aura. Zhang Wuchen was the most relaxed, completely unharmed.

The three of them had teamed up to break into the Puppet Emperor's Tomb, eliminating the three Nascent Soul cultivators outside before forcing their way into this space. They hadn't expected a Mid Nascent Soul cultivator to be guarding it. Lin Yuzong had nearly died, sustaining severe injuries.

"Who are you people? How dare you trespass into the Puppet Emperor's Tomb? Are you trying to make enemies with the Three Sects?"

The young woman in green said with a sullen expression, her face filled with malevolence.

Since the attack on the Puppet Emperor's Tomb, the Three Great Sects had heightened their defenses, stationing four Nascent Soul cultivators—three Mid Nascent Soul and one Early Nascent Soul—along with two Fourth-tier puppet beasts and numerous powerful restrictions. Yet, even these couldn't stop them.

"The Three Sects? If we dared to trespass here, do you think we fear the Three Sects?"

Zhang Wuchen said with a disdainful sneer.

The spiritual energy here was abundant, and countless rare treasures of heaven and earth grew. She wanted the spiritual herbs here, and she would kill anyone who stood in her way.

"Don't talk so much to her. Let's finish this quickly; the Three Sects' reinforcements are probably already on their way," Ouyang Hongguang urged, his expression anxious.

They had expended great effort just to break into the Puppet Emperor's Tomb, sustaining minor injuries in the process. If they waited for the Three Sects' reinforcements to arrive, it would be difficult for them to leave safely.

A cheerful flute melody rang out, bringing a sense of ease. Above Zhang Wuchen's head, specks of silver light emerged, swiftly transforming into a massive crescent-shaped blade of light, radiating immense spiritual energy.

She opened her mouth and spat out a mouthful of vital blood, which merged into the crescent-shaped light blade. The blade's radiance intensified dramatically, transforming into a streak of silver light that shot directly towards their opponent.

Ouyang Hongguang's body swelled with black qi. Amidst a whooshing sound, foot-long black arrows shot forth. Simultaneously, a giant black hand, over thirty zhang in size, appeared above the young woman in green.

The feather fan in the young woman's hand glowed with brilliant green light, stirring up fierce winds. A green wind wall, over a hundred zhang tall, suddenly materialized before her.

Boom!

With a thunderous roar, the green wind wall collapsed. A powerful shockwave ripped through the ground, sending countless stones and debris spiraling high into the air, raising clouds of dust.

As the dust settled, the young woman in green had vanished.

"Huh, she actually ran away."

Zhang Wuchen let out a soft exclamation and frowned, extending her spiritual sense to search for the young woman's whereabouts, but found nothing.

"It's better that she ran. No one will stop us now. That spiritual herb garden must have many rare spiritual herbs. Even if we consume them raw, they'd be enough for us to cultivate to the Late Nascent Soul stage."

Ouyang Hongguang pointed to a towering peak in the distance, his expression excited.

"Never mind her. Let's hurry and gather the spiritual herbs! We should leave here as soon as possible."

Zhang Wuchen and the other two flew towards the towering peak. On the massive peak was a spiritual herb garden spanning ten thousand mu, filled with countless spiritual herbs.

Less than half an hour later, Zhang Wuchen and the other two flew out of the five-colored light portal.

"Madam Zhang, we have obtained what we came for. Mountains may change, but rivers flow on; we shall meet again if fate allows."

After saying this, Ouyang Hongguang transformed into a black streak of light and flew out of the Puppet Emperor's Palace. Zhang Wuchen and Lin Yuzong followed closely behind.

A gigantic abyss, accompanied by a deafening roar, spewed forth millions of black spiders. They poured out in a dense, overwhelming tide, a sight that made one's scalp tingle.

Their abdomens were bloated, their backs adorned with silvery patterns. Their heads resembled those of tigers, baring fangs, and their eight spider legs were covered in black fur.

Among them, one spider, gleaming golden all over, was particularly massive, with eyes that were also golden. This was a peak Fourth-tier demonic insect.

It let out an extremely bizarre hiss, and the millions of black spiders spread out like a swarm of locusts. All spiritual wood, spiritual herbs, and demonic beasts they encountered along their path were devoured. Anything with spiritual energy seemed to be their target.

Wherever the black spiders passed, not a blade of grass remained, leaving desolation in their wake.