Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension Chapter 1312 - 709: Meeting an Old Friend, Returning to the Tianzhu Realm

A chill gripped Zhao Sheng's heart as these thoughts surfaced, fueling an even more desperate urge to return to his homeland.

Within a heartbeat, he executed another shift and vanished.

...

Yin winds shrieked through the depths of the White Bone Abyss, where dark clouds blotted out the heavens, yet a "Crescent Moon" remained suspended in the air.

This "Crescent Moon" was incredibly slender, resembling a curved "line of light" that spanned at least a hundred miles in length.

Directly beneath this "Crescent Moon," atop the grand and imposing White Bone Mountain Peak, sat a Bone Palace rising over a hundred zhang. The structure was stark white and devoid of ornamentation, seemingly constructed from billions of skeletal remains that radiated an unceasingly cold and macabre aura.

The interior of the Bone Palace was cavernous, featuring dozens of massive bone pillars, each so thick it would take three people to encircle them. Hundreds of skull fire basins were mounted along the walls, flickering with green ghost fire that cast the hall into a darker, more sinister light.

At the furthest end of the great hall, atop a high platform, rested a white bone throne fashioned from countless human and demon skulls.

Curiously, while the wind raged outside, the interior of the hall remained deathly silent, without a single sound to be heard.

"Clang clang"

Upon that bone throne, a frail figure suddenly tilted her withered face upward, causing the crystal chains coiled around her body to ring with the sound of metallic friction.

The woman’s cheeks were hollow and her face parched, with a row of vicious fangs protruding from a mangled mouth. Clad in tattered armor, her exposed skin was a mottled blue and black, making her look like a green-faced zombie with elongated fangs.

A closer look revealed that her limbs, chest, and abdomen—all vital areas—were bound by chains as thick as a man's arm. One end of these chains radiated outward across the hall, while the other ends plunged into the earth, secretly tapping into the remaining Earth Veins.

Suddenly, her tightly shut eyes cracked open a sliver, exposing pupils of pure white, as a peculiar expression crossed her blue-black, withered visage.

"The breath of a living person... who could it be? Jiu’er!"

The formidable Corpse King emitted a low growl, her voice sounding raspy and deep, as though it were filled with grit.

No sooner had she spoken than the eastern wall began to warp and blur, and a lean man dressed in a Daoist robe stepped through.

A layer of black light obscured the man's face, and his form appeared slightly translucent. Upon his arrival, he immediately knelt, calling out with deep respect:

"Ancestor, for what reason have you summoned your grandson?"

The Corpse King growled, "A living person has trespassed the Forbidden Land; go capture him and bring him back."

"Yes, Ancestor! Xiao Jiu will return shortly!"

With those words, the lean man’s body began to fade, preparing to vanish from the palace.

In that exact instant, a completely unfamiliar voice echoed through the hall: "No need to go! I have already arrived!"

It was Zhao Sheng, who had just shifted into the room.

As he appeared, a pressure as vast as the ocean instantly flooded the entire hall.

Neither the Corpse King nor the Golden Core ghostly creatures could move an inch, completely paralyzed by the sheer force of his presence!

Zhao Sheng scanned the hall, his eyes coming to a rest on the face of the Corpse King, his expression turning slightly startled.

Closely examining that vaguely familiar face, he remained silent for a moment before suddenly asking, "Are you... Zhao Yueru?"

The atmosphere in the hall shifted violently the moment those words were uttered.

The Corpse King’s body shuddered, and the sound of clattering chains filled the air in a chaotic rhythm.

"Who... are you? How do you recognize this king’s appearance from before my death?" the Corpse King growled repeatedly, her voice growing even more hoarse and deep.

Sigh!

Zhao Sheng let out a heavy sigh, slowly bringing to mind the radiant figure from his memories, finding it nearly impossible to connect her to the grim zombie standing before him.

He wondered what catastrophic events must have occurred in the past!

The Zhao Yueru he had once held in high esteem had transformed into this undead, ghostly creature.

Now, she was a Nascent Soul Flying Sky Netherworld King, burdened with the vital duty of protecting the passage between the two realms.

"You needn’t ask who I am! I merely wish to return to the Tianzhu Realm through the Time-Space Rift. Do not fear, I am a friend, not a foe!"

After saying this, Zhao Sheng flicked his finger, launching a streak of Flowing Light into Zhao Yueru’s body.

In an instant, it was as if Zhao Yueru had consumed a Ten-Complete Great Replenishing Pill; her momentum surged upward, and her entire body erupted in waves of eerie black light. The Soul Suppressing Chains binding her clattered violently, suddenly glowing with a radiant spirit light.

"Ancestor!" the Ghost King Xiao Jiu cried out in alarm at the sight.

Acting as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened, Zhao Sheng nodded with apparent satisfaction, tossed a Storage Bag onto the floor, and then vanished without a trace.

Two breaths later, a far more immense and terrifying Divine Thought pressure descended from the ceiling of the hall. Ghost King Xiao Jiu shrieked in terror and quickly dove underground, not daring to let even a fragment of his ghost body be seen.

Fortunately, this overwhelming pressure vanished as quickly as it had arrived!

Within the blink of an eye, the pressure dissipated mysteriously, leaving only Zhao Yueru roaring repeatedly within the confines of the hall.

...

The passage through time and space was strange and multifaceted, yet it concluded in an instant.

When Zhao Sheng opened his eyes again, a brand new world lay before him.

The Heavenly Vault was heavy with dark clouds and buffeted by yin winds, while a peculiar stench hung in the air.

Looking down at the landscape, he saw that the ground had collapsed into a massive depression, creating a basin nearly a thousand miles wide. The surrounding terrain was jagged and scarred with potholes, serving as a vague reminder of the world-shaking battle from years ago.

In the distance, the faint outline of a sprawling, continuous Great Wall could be seen on the horizon.

That was once the Golden Wall, which had crumbled into a dilapidated ruin after millennia of weathering.

Gazing at the earth below, Zhao Sheng’s face was etched with a look of deep remembrance.

In those days of golden spears and armored horses, a single conflict had decided the destiny of two realms!

Now, the winds and rains had washed away countless extraordinary talents; very few still walked free today!

The Mad Monk, the Pig Emperor, the Heavenly Termination Immortal, Zhao Xuanjing, Zhao Changdu, Zhao Qingbi... a kaleidoscope of figures flashed through his mind one after another.

In the blink of an eye, thousands of years had passed, and old friends had returned to the earth. Time had always been so cruel and indifferent!

"Hey, state your name!"

A hostile voice abruptly shattered Zhao Sheng’s train of thought.

He looked up to find a Cloud Boat approaching rapidly. Standing upon it was a broad-shouldered man with long hair, who watched him warily while gripping a blood-colored banner.