446: Kaitian inheritance

Xiao Zhuo, holding Su Chen's Nascent Soul, went straight into the depths of the Di Kun Sect's mountain gate.

To preserve the integrity of the Spiritual Roots, he only used the Moon Wheel to attack, its sharp edge only breaking the Physical Body and not harming the Spiritual Roots, precise to the point of being ruthless.

The Di Kun Sect Disciples, seeing their Sect Leader's Nascent Soul captured in someone else's hand, were Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering, and had no Battle Intent whatsoever. Amidst cries of alarm and wails, they scattered and fled.

But their speed, in front of Xiao Zhuo, was as slow as ants.

The Moon Wheel suddenly dispersed, transforming into dozens of light wheels, like the scythe of the god of death cutting through the sky, taking dozens of lives with a single strike, blood mist constantly exploding.

Countless Storage Pouches and Spiritual Roots were picked up one by one by Xiao Zhuo and put into his storage ring.

In just a hundred breaths.

The entire Di Kun Sect was completely silenced, corpses lay everywhere within the mountain gate, dismembered limbs and broken bones were visible everywhere, a dense bloody Qi soared into the sky, and even ominous Death Qi condensed from the piles of corpses, like a ghost domain.

Su Chen watched helplessly as the Sect's century-old foundation was destroyed in an instant, his Nascent Soul's eyes were bloodshot, and he roared hoarsely:

"Devil Head! You Devil Head! What enmity does my Di Kun Sect have with you that you would destroy my entire Sect and sever my Legacy!?"

Xiao Zhuo's Divine Sense swept over the more than a thousand new Spiritual Roots in his storage ring, feeling quite satisfied.

Hearing this, he merely smiled faintly:

"I've long heard that the Di Kun Sect acts domineeringly and is utterly evil. Seeing it today, it truly lives up to its reputation—the wealth of its Disciples far surpasses that of ordinary Sects, so their methods of accumulation must be quite extraordinary."

Su Chen was immediately speechless.

He naturally knew where these resources came from.

For Cultivators, the strong prey on the weak, and killing people to seize treasures is just the norm, so why would they need any high-sounding reasons?

What's more, it was the Di Kun Sect that wanted to kill Xiao Zhuo for his treasures.

They sought to exterminate others, but now they were slaughtered in return; it was simply a matter of being inferior in strength, so what was there to complain about?

"Alright." Xiao Zhuo landed on the blood-soaked stone platform in front of the Di Kun Sect's main hall, looking down indifferently at the Nascent Soul in his palm. "I presume your Main Body has long since fled far away."

Su Chen suddenly woke up, looking at Xiao Zhuo with a horrified expression: "You... you mean...!"

He immediately tried to self-detonate this Clone's Nascent Soul, but he despairingly discovered that at some unknown point, the Nascent Soul had been completely imprisoned by a type of spiritual power that originated from himself but was purer, making it impossible to even mobilize a trace of Divine Thought.

Self-detonation had become a luxury.

"Heh heh, do you think I kept you until now to let you watch the Sect's destruction?" Xiao Zhuo's tone was mocking. "I don't have such a morbid interest."

"Your true treasure hiding place... should be in the direction your Main Body fled, right?"

Su Chen felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, a chill running through his entire body.

Only now did he understand that Xiao Zhuo actually possessed a bizarre Divine Ability to track the Main Body using a Clone!

His connection with his Main Body was interrupted, and his Main Body would definitely flee to that extremely secret place—where all of the Di Kun Sect's ten thousand years of accumulated foundation was hidden!

Regret gnawed at his heart like a poisonous insect; he wished he had destroyed his Nascent Soul at the very first moment.

Xiao Zhuo, however, said no more.

Destroying the Di Kun Sect was merely a convenient act; such an evil Sect could be slaughtered, especially since they had actively provoked him.

He flew out of the blood-filled mountain gate, his figure transforming into a dim phantom, and sped westward.

— — — —

Three hundred li away, a yellowish-brown Escape Light (escape light) plummeted from the horizon in a panic, and upon touching the ground, it directly merged into the earth, disappearing.

A hundred zhang deep underground, in a hidden stone chamber, Su Chen's Main Body appeared with a grim expression.

As soon as he felt the premonition, he had already sent out the Incarnation he had refined to scout, while he himself quietly fled.

He came to this prepared hiding place.

But along the way, the feeling of dread not only did not disappear but reached its peak ten breaths ago!

As soon as he entered the stone chamber, without hesitation, he smashed the inner stone wall with a palm and grabbed three ancient storage rings from within.

With the items in hand, he turned and left, rushing out of the secret chamber, and fled with all his might towards the direction of Wind Capital!

— — — —

In the clouds a hundred li away, Xiao Zhuo's eyes moved slightly.

"Your Main Body is even more alert than you." He glanced at the Nascent Soul in his hand and said faintly.

The Nascent Soul in his palm was ashen, looking at Xiao Zhuo as if he were a Demon God from the Nine Netherworlds, not saying another word.

He knew there was nothing he could do—as long as Xiao Zhuo captured his Main Body, he would surely die.

And looking at this Devil Head's speed, the Main Body couldn't escape at all!

Along the way, he tried to entice, negotiate, and beg, but the other party's will was like iron, completely unmoved.

He had long given up struggling.

After half an incense stick's time, Xiao Zhuo's Divine Sense had already locked onto the panicked yellowish-brown Escape Light (escape light) fleeing ahead.

His speed suddenly increased, crossing one-third of the distance in an instant!

Su Chen's Main Body ahead, however, was completely unaware.

It wasn't until Xiao Zhuo was within a hundred zhang, and the Moon Wheel slashed through the air, that he was horrified to realize he was under attack!

The Clone's Nascent Soul closed its eyes in despair—he had watched helplessly as Xiao Zhuo caught up, but he was completely confined, unable to send out even a single warning.

This Devil Head was clearly only at the Integration Stage, but his combat power was even more terrifying than an Undergoing Tribulation old monster!

Xiao Zhuo's attack this time was merciless, and it was a sudden assault.

Su Chen's Main Body hastily met the attack, but couldn't even withstand three moves before his Physical Body was shattered by the Moon Wheel!

As soon as his Nascent Soul escaped, it was captured.

When the two Nascent Souls faced each other, Su Chen's Main Body finally realized where the persistent feeling of dread had come from.

But everything was too late.

Xiao Zhuo searched his remains and found four storage rings. His Divine Sense swept over them, finding resources as vast as the ocean, and also many large siege Magical Artifacts that imperial dynasties strictly controlled.

And in one of the rings, there were exactly three thousand Immortal Crystals neatly laid out, their immortal light misty and their Qi pure—this was the first time Xiao Zhuo had seen Immortal Crystals since arriving in this Realm!

Now that he had obtained them, Su Chen was no longer of value.

Just as Xiao Zhuo was about to casually extinguish the two Nascent Souls and count his Spiritual Root gains—

Su Chen's Main Body suddenly screamed: "Fellow Daoist! Wait!"

Xiao Zhuo's five fingers paused slightly, and he looked over with cold eyes.

"Fellow Daoist! You and I have no deep enmity! The Di Kun Sect's ten thousand years of accumulation are all in your hands, why not give me a chance to live!?" Su Chen's Nascent Soul's face was full of despair and bitterness.

Seeing Xiao Zhuo's fingers clench again, he was so scared that his Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering, no longer daring to waste words, he urgently shouted: "I know a huge secret about the Ninth Prince!"

Xiao Zhuo shook his head: "Not interested."

He had no intention of getting involved in imperial power struggles; at this moment, he only wanted to focus on Cultivation and comprehend the secret of the Spiritual Roots—he had a premonition that if he could gather the Spiritual Root Runes and create a Spiritual Root version of the Free and Natural Heavenly Art, it would greatly assist him in "proving the Dao with strength."

With that, the spiritual power in his fingers condensed again.

Su Chen's two Nascent Souls were held in his palm, their lives hanging by a thread. Seeing Xiao Zhuo completely unmoved, he could only use his last bit of strength to shriek:

"The Ninth Prince obtained the Heaven-Opening Inheritance!"

Xiao Zhuo's hand gesture suddenly paused.

"Heaven-Opening Inheritance?... What is that?"

He had never heard of this name, but seeing Su Chen shout it out at the brink of death, he knew it must be extraordinary.

Su Chen, seeing that it finally worked, gasped for breath and explained: "I don't know the specifics myself... I only overheard the Ninth Prince mentioning it during a secret conversation with Prince Yun..."

Seeing Xiao Zhuo's expression turn cold, he hurriedly added: "But I am certain that Legacy concerns the Heaven-Opening Saint!"

The Heaven-Opening Saint is the respectful title given by all living beings in the Nirvana Realm to the Creation Saint of this Realm.

Even in a remote small state like Xu State, there was a Heaven-Opening Temple, where the Saint's effigy was worshipped for generations.

Xiao Zhuo had secretly investigated before, and although he saw no abnormalities, the power of incense accumulated in that temple was as vast as the sea, yet it had clearly not been collected by anyone for a long time.

This was also one of the bases for his initial judgment that something had happened to the Saint of this Realm.