CHAPTER 235: CHAPTER 225 BO QING TAKES ACTION

"Heavenly Horned Ant, Chosen Imperial Clan, Tianli..."

Hong Yuan’s gaze was deep; the situation seemed to be getting more and more interesting.

With the body of a Demon, yet able to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with a Demon Saint—what a terrifying fiend that would be.

Crowned with the titles of Chosen Imperial Clan and ’Invincible Strength,’ Tianli was indeed worthy!

"However, why haven’t I heard of such a talented and formidable demon before?" Hong Yuan wondered to himself.

In his dreams, it was difficult to gather information about Tianli.

Thus, Hong Yuan chose to seek external assistance.

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Eastern Wilderness Divine Continent, Daxuan Dynasty.

Within the Nine Palace of the Heavenly River Blessed Land, Bo Qing, seated upon the throne, slowly opened his eyes.

A sword light flashed through his pupils, sharp and unparalleled, generating sparks as if from thin air.

VMMMM.

The Heavenly River Sword, wandering around the Heavenly River Blessed Land, sensed Bo Qing’s awakening and immediately transformed into a sword rainbow. In an instant, it crossed the void, arriving before Bo Qing and hovering quietly.

Bo Qing stood up from the throne, his right hand gripping the hilt of the Heavenly River Sword.

His figure was tall and lean, his face distinct and handsome, and he was dressed in a green cloth robe.

The Heavenly River Sword in his hand didn’t convey a sense of killing intent; instead, it emitted an air of indifference and leisure.

"I’m quite familiar with the secret tomes in the Phoenix Creek Sect’s Book Pavilion, but I haven’t had the chance to access the many secret tomes in the Daxuan Dynasty’s Book Pavilion."

"In the Phoenix Creek Sect, I was just an ordinary cultivating Disciple, with limited access and average information."

"But in the Daxuan Dynasty, I am a Sword Saint known as the ’Marquis of Dragon Sword,’ and my privileges should be much greater."

With his mind set, Bo Qing raised the Heavenly River Sword and lightly stabbed the void, creating a small black point.

The black point quickly expanded, forming a black rift large enough for a person to pass through.

Bo Qing’s figure floated up and entered the black rift.

Within the Dragon Sword Marquis Mansion’s practice room.

A black rift appeared, followed by the sight of Bo Qing, holding his sword, stepping out.

Bo Qing flew out of the practice room and reached the skies above the Marquis Mansion, discerning the direction of the Daxuan Dynasty’s Book Pavilion.

After a while, Bo Qing flew towards the east, searching for the specific building as he went.

Martial Artists were forbidden to fly above the Daxuan Dynasty’s royal city.

Seeing Hong Yuan occasionally stand still in the sky, everyone from high-ranking officials to street vendors was shocked.

"Who is that person, to be so bold!"

"What a Sword Cultivator, to behave so recklessly."

"Hehe, the Black Bird Guards won’t indulge you, such an ostentatious youngster."

The onlookers marveled in their hearts.

But the next moment, Hong Yuan disappeared from their sight, as if he had never been there.

Inside the Crown Prince’s Mansion.

An official dressed in Qing Que regalia walked hastily, intending to report Bo Qing’s movements to Crown Prince Tang Anshi.

Bo Qing, the Sword Saint who had emerged out of nowhere in Sword Tao, had always been a major concern for the Crown Prince’s supporters. This was because Bo Qing had been recruited by Phoenix Princess Tang Xi, and the princess had never given up coveting the Daxuan throne.

Most importantly, both the Crown Prince and the Phoenix Princess were still only fifth-rank Martial Artists, not yet ascended to sainthood!

"My lord, that fellow Bo Qing has gone to the Book Pavilion," the Qing Que official reported with a bow.

"Book Pavilion..." Crown Prince Tang Anshi raised an eyebrow. "Why would a demon like him go to the Book Pavilion? Is he trying to improve himself?"

Tang Anshi couldn’t think of a reason and thus turned his gaze to his strategists in white.

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"The Heavenly Horned Ant is considered a Variant Seed among the myriad creatures of heaven and earth, with only one existing in each era."

"Only when an old Heavenly Horned Ant dies can a new Heavenly Horned Ant be born."

"Their talent was extraordinary, and they successively produced two Demon Emperors, earning them the name Chosen Imperial Clan."

"Every Heavenly Horned Ant is inherently a master of Power Tao, capable of dominating an era."

"Tianli..."

As Hong Yuan silently received information observed by Bo Qing, he rushed towards the Huangqu River with Han Kui.

The information about Tianli was sparse, consisting of only a few brief sentences.

Through this information, Hong Yuan could only vaguely discern that Tianli had once shaken the world with his might.

"Unparalleled talent, exceptional ingenuity... Such an enemy, the thought alone is terrifying."

"Unfortunately, no matter how powerful demons might be, when faced with the long river of time, they are nothing but dregs."

"Time is my best friend."

Looking at the Life Span on the proficiency panel, a smile appeared on Hong Yuan’s face.

[Name: Hong Yuan]

[Life Span: 26/21,342]

If not eternal, then eventually a thing of the past.

He had no need to hurry.

Half a month later, Hong Yuan arrived at the Huangqu River with Han Kui.

RUSH...

The yellow river twisted and turned, surging powerfully. Its muddy waters spread for thousands of miles in every direction.

Amidst the protruding yellow rocks, ancient green trees thrived, full of life. Nearby, Spiritual Medicines grew, emitting a deep and aromatic fragrance.

Upon arriving, Hong Yuan let out a sigh of relief.

He had experienced a dream here, honing his mastery of Water Tao and Star Tao alongside his junior sister, Kun Rong.

It was inspiration from the Huangqu River that led Han Jiuming to create the formidable Ninety-Nine Huangqu Array, an astonishing Energy Array.

"Brother Jiuming, is this the Huangqu River?" Han Kui raised her head, her almond eyes full of curiosity.

Hong Yuan nodded silently, softly saying, "This is the Huangqu River. This is the place we’ve traveled over a month to reach, a place where you can live a normal life."

Hearing this, a joyous expression flickered across Han Kui’s face, but in the next moment, she fell silent again.

She thought of her lost companions, friends like Xue Shan and Wan Xueqing.

Even now, Han Kui could hardly believe it. The Ten Thousand Demon Holy Land had turned against them, the Dragon-transformed Demon Cultivators, simply because of a summoning order from the Human Race.

She truly couldn’t understand. It was such a common strategy. Why had so many great Demon Cultivators failed to see through it?

"Don’t think too much," Hong Yuan consoled her. He couldn’t let Han Kui succumb to despair here.

"Yes, I’ll live on well. Don’t worry, Brother Jiuming," Han Kui replied energetically, her little face puffing up adorably.

Hong Yuan hummed lightly and took out the Flood Gathering War Banner, giving it a vigorous shake.

Flood Gathering War Banner—Ninety-Nine Huangqu Array!

Straight beams of light, some snow-white and others water-blue, interlaced to form an immense, three-dimensional Energy Array.

Water Beasts churned and wailed incessantly.

Before long, roars echoed from ahead.

Kun Rong stood atop a Nine-tailed Crocodile Dragon, swimming towards Hong Yuan.

She joyfully waved her little hand at Hong Yuan. "Senior brother!"

Hong Yuan nodded with a smile, his gaze lingering on the Nine-tailed Crocodile Dragon for a moment.

The Nine-tailed Crocodile Dragon’s entire body was golden, as if forged from gold. It was dazzling, its eyes piercingly bright, and an explosive power resided within it.

It was a colossal creature. Its golden body was covered with gleaming scales that shone brilliantly. It possessed the head of a True Dragon, the body of a crocodile, and nine tails, each hundreds of meters long.

Merely observing it, one could sense the formidable strength of the Nine-tailed Crocodile Dragon.

"Master Heavenly River really has a preference for Kun Rong, protecting her with a Desolate Beast nearly at the level of a Demon Saint," Hong Yuan inwardly marveled.

A Desolate Beast was essentially a Demon Saint that had not awakened its Spiritual Wisdom, and its strength was extraordinary.

If he possessed such a Desolate Beast, he wouldn’t have needed to make such a ragged escape.