Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension - Chapter 786 - 462 Unlucky Child (For Alliance Hierarch Asule123, additional 2/2)_2

Chapter 786: Chapter 462 Unlucky Child (For Alliance Hierarch Asule123, additional 2/2)_2

Zhao Sheng very decisively dispersed his protective mana and, with a cupped fist salute, said loudly, “Emperor, did you find it amusing just now? Why don’t you simply pierce my throat with a sword? To trifle with a junior does not befit the demeanor of an Emperor!”

The reason he was so “presumptuous” was because Zhao Sheng was certain that the other party had no intention of killing him.

Otherwise, there would have been countless opportunities to slay him with a sword earlier and not wait until now.

The little silver sword gently tapped its tip, and suddenly the ringing sound of the sword reverberated across the sky, “Hehe, a blood red sky, a deathly aura envelopes… what a crime to incur the wrath of the heavens, for which there is no prayer!”

Upon hearing these words, Zhao Sheng was startled and immediately took out a stack of colorful talismans from his bosom and slapped them all over his body.

In an instant, red, green, white, purple, blue, and yellow spirit light burst forth altogether and then condensed into layers of barriers enveloping his entire body. Shortly afterward, the light receded and vanished without a trace.

After doing this, Zhao Sheng waved his hand and suddenly, he was clad in a black and white cloak that wrapped around his entire body.

“Since the Emperor has discovered my true face, why not act on behalf of the heavens?” Zhao Sheng’s eyes were deep as he asked in a calm tone.

“Hehe, good question! But tell me, why should I remove a scourge for that thieving heaven?” the little silver sword spun slightly, the tone of its sword hums filled with mockery.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Sheng’s eyes shimmered brightly, and he instantly had an epiphany.

Ordinary people might have only understood the surface meaning.

But not Zhao Sheng. After all, in this world, barely anyone understood better than he did how repulsive the current Heavenly Dao was.

Emperor Tianjian, who stood at the Absolute Peak of the Netherworld, should in principle be a favorite child of the Heavenly Dao, and yet it spoke such mocking words.

What did this imply? It suggested that here was another strong figure struggling against the heavens, not willing to be “food on the plate.”

Having realized this, Zhao Sheng’s courage swelled greatly, and he boldly ventured, “Your words are most just, Emperor! The Blood God dominates this realm, a scourge to all living beings. Anyone with insight would not submit to this… demon of the Tao!”

At these words, the little silver sword instantly buzzed, and a vast Sword Intent suddenly surged into the sky, instantly stirring the clouds for a hundred miles, and a “Big Hole” abruptly appeared in the Heavenly Vault, revealing the dark and profound Outer Void.

The next second, the sword’s hum abruptly ceased, to be replaced by the clanging of the sword, “You know quite a bit! Did your family’s Ancestor tell you?”

No sooner had these words fallen than Zhao Sheng felt a piercing pain in his right hand. Stunned, he nearly triggered his life-saving talismans in fright.

Fortunately, Emperor Tianjian had no intention of making a move.

Seeing this, Zhao Sheng relaxed and declared in a clear voice, “I dare not deceive you, Great One! My surname is Zhao, and I come from the Southern Sky Zhao Family.”

“Just as I thought! Four hundred years ago, I had a minor exchange with your family’s Ancestor. Not bad in strength!”

Upon hearing this, Zhao Sheng smiled slightly and said, “So the Emperor and my Ancestor had such a connection! If I may be so bold to ask, would you care to listen to a suggestion of mine, Great One?”

By now, he had vaguely guessed a certain unspoken sentiment of the other party, and his courage inflated by threefold.

“By all means, tell me!”

Hearing this, Zhao Sheng thought to himself, just as he had suspected.

So, he gathered his thoughts slightly and boldly said, “If I may be so bold. With the Blood God usurping the Heavenly Dao Authority, the path of Ascension for all beings is undoubtedly severed. As long as the Blood God exists, no being will see the day of turnover. Rather than wait to die in this Dead Land! Emperor, perhaps consider moving to the Tianzhu Realm. This realm will surely welcome you with utmost sincerity!”

“Hehe! You’ve got quite the nerve to try to deceive me into defecting! Do you think I’m not sharp enough to cut down your Six Yang Heads!”

Zhao Sheng laughed, “You overstate, Emperor. I have only the best intentions! The longer you stay in the Netherworld, the more likely it is that the Blood God will target you. You, having achieved Divinity Transformation, are not bound by Life Span, almost akin to immortality. You must not be willing to let millennia of Daoist practice be erased in a moment, I presume!”

“Hmph!” Emperor Tianjian suddenly let out a cold hum but then fell silent for a long while.

Zhao Sheng’s gaze flickered, and then he too kept quiet, simply waiting patiently.

After a long time, a faint sigh rose beside his ear, “Ai!”

Hearing this sigh, Zhao Sheng was overjoyed beyond measure; he had guessed right!

“Although this sovereign holds the title of one of the Four Directions Emperors, I am nevertheless controlled by others, and have long been deprived of my freedom! Your suggestion sounds good, but in the end, it’s useless, unless…”

Here it comes, here it comes!

After such a long wait, playing cat and mouse, the real feast is finally about to be served!

Zhao Sheng’s spirits soared. He hurriedly replied with respect, “If Your Excellency has unspeakable difficulties, feel free to speak. I am here on behalf of my Ancestor to express our willingness to help Your Excellency break free from constraints and regain freedom!”

“Good! With your word, this sovereign’s earlier mercy was not in vain.

I carelessly left a sword scabbard in the hands of the Heavenly Dao Sect. If you can retrieve it for me, not only will I travel to the Tianzhu Realm, but I will also protect your clan for a thousand years to repay the debt of cause and effect. What say you?”

As he spoke, a strand of Divine Thought entered Zhao Sheng’s mind, instantly manifesting a lifelike image. The image depicted a wooden sword scabbard, three feet long and azure-green in color, with sunrise and myriad radiant rays on one side, and a green and vigorous pine on the other.

Upon seeing it, Zhao Sheng nodded without hesitation, “Your Excellency honors me with your trust! I will do my utmost.”

“Very well, you are the thirteenth defiant individual this sovereign has chosen in three thousand years! I hope you will fulfill my wish!”

As these words lingered, a silver-white small sword suddenly tore through the void, and with a flash, it entered a Space Rift, disappearing without a trace.

Zhao Sheng watched Emperor Tianjian finally depart, and his forehead broke out in a sweat; only then did he realize his back was damp with cold sweat.

Thḭ𝙨 ƈh𝓪pṯ℮r ḭѕ p𝙤𝘴†𝓮đ b𝙮 𝘒ıţ𝕖𝙣◎𝘷𝑒𝖑

“Huff—” He exhaled deeply, finally relaxing, ready to leave this place.

However, in the next instant, Zhao Sheng’s complexion drastically changed, and his figure twisted and blurred, ready to shift away.

At that very moment, a streak of black light appeared not far away and shot over with inconceivable speed, entering Zhao Sheng’s Brow Chakra at the Purple Mansion, all while ignoring all his defensive measures.

Cackle!

An eerie and evil laugh suddenly exploded in his mind, causing Zhao Sheng’s Divine Soul to tremble and his Phase Shifting to be abruptly interrupted.

Once he came to his senses, he couldn’t help but gasp in horror, lamenting, “Why am I so unlucky today, encountering two beings in a row with the means to counter my Talent? It seems Heaven truly won’t allow me success!”

As this thought passed, a Jade Talisman, bright yellow and shaped like an Imperial Tablet, appeared in Zhao Sheng’s left hand. The talisman radiated a strong spirit light, clearly indicating it was extraordinary.

With the talisman in hand, Zhao Sheng felt somewhat reassured, comforting himself, “If worse comes to worst, I’ll just have to throw out my life-saving move! Let’s see who dares to face a full-strength blow from a Divinity Transformation True Monarch.”

At this moment, from within the ghostly river on the land below, where ghost fire flickered faintly, suddenly a small ghostly figure emerged. Barely three feet tall and shrouded in pale green ghost fire, it looked weak and skinny.

The little ghost flipped and somersaulted, abruptly leaping a hundred yards into the air and arriving directly across a distance of over thirty yards. An ugly, grinning ghost face fixed its gaze on Zhao Sheng with a smile.

“Esteemed predecessor of the Ghost Path, why did you just now block my way?” Zhao Sheng asked the apparently ordinary little ghost head before him, with considerable wariness.

“Heh heh, little ghost, you’ve done something bad in this Ancestor’s territory and thought you could sneak away! Where on earth do you find such cheap dealings!”

This green flame ghost head spoke with a tone that was aged beyond its appearance, implying that it viewed the Bone Abyss as its own territory, a claim so grand it was frightening.

However, Zhao Sheng had no doubt about it.

“What kind of compensation would you desire, senior? Feel free to state it,” Zhao Sheng said, trying to stall for time while stirring his Divine Thought, striving to erase the black streak “nailed” above the Sea of Souls.

“Compensation? Heh heh, this Ancestor is not as easily deceived as Tianjian. Little ghost, you’d best come back with this Ancestor quietly; it’ll save you some trouble.”

The Wanling Ghost Ancestor was a landowner of the Nether Abyss, commanding countless ghostly creatures, scattered throughout the abyss.

When it came to being well-informed, no one could surpass this old monster!

Merely due to a short delay, the Wanling Ghost Ancestor picked up on the Yin Ghost Corpse Charm’s alert and quietly split a Middle Yin Ghost Body, hurrying over here in secret.

Previously, out of respect for Emperor Tianjian’s presence, the Wanling Ghost Ancestor did not show itself.

Now that Emperor Tianjian had made his sword escape, it seemed like a great opportunity had fallen into his lap.