Chapter 460 The Great Tribulation of the Holy Monarch, Breaking Through the Fifth Heaven (Part 1)

"Could it be that this Fellow Daoist from the Blood Curse Sect can curse Yan Chu to death from afar?"

Qi Chong's thoughts raced, knowing that Zhao Yuanchuan would never invite someone from the Blood Curse Sect without reason.

Lü Jiqian's expression also shifted slightly as he thought of this possibility.

Zhao Yuanchuan nodded with a sneer: "Saint Lord Yuanxue is an old acquaintance of my Zhao family's fourth ancestor. Inviting her here now is precisely to place a blood curse on Yan Chu and curse him to death!"

As he spoke, he took out a small glazed bottle containing a tiny, crystal-clear drop of blood the size of a sesame seed.

"This is the essence blood Yan Chu left behind after the Battle of Chiyan Ridge. With this drop of essence blood, he has no hope of survival!"

Upon hearing this, the hearts of Qi Chong and the other could not help but burn with excitement.

Yan Chu's continuous actions over the past few days had left them battered and exhausted, and they wished they could Tear him into ten thousand pieces.

"However..."

Lü Jiqian hesitated: "The secret to Yan Chu's rapidly advancing cultivation..."

Qi Chong's eyes flickered as he also looked at Zhao Yuanchuan.

Although they wanted nothing more than to slice Yan Chu to pieces to vent the anger in their hearts, they naturally still wanted to capture him alive if possible, to investigate the reason why his cultivation progressed so quickly.

This was likely something everyone wanted.

Zhao Yuanchuan's gaze was cold, and his tone was chilling: "At this point, the difficulty of capturing him alive is too great. If we give him more time, we might not even be his match."

"Since that's the case, it's better to just kill him and be done with it."

"Aren't there many people interested in him? Then nobody gets to have him!"

The Zhao family's intelligence network had already monitored that many people from outside domains had arrived in the Fusheng Domain, wanting to fish in troubled waters. Many of them also had the idea of capturing Yan Chu alive to obtain his secret.

"Hmm..."

The two, Qi Chong and his companion, pondered and nodded.

This was the only option for now.

"Then... we shall trouble Saint Lord Yuanxue!"

"Gagaga! No need for pleasantries. This old woman is just doing a job for money. You just need to have the payment ready."

Saint Lord Yuanxue let out a strange laugh.

Zhao Yuanchuan took the opportunity to transmit his voice, informing the two of the price Saint Lord Yuanxue had asked for, which made even the two Sect masters, Qi Chong and his companion, change color slightly and show a hint of heartache.

However, things had reached this point, and they had no choice but to accept even a high price.

Seeing the three agree, Saint Lord Yuanxue let out a low laugh: "Prepare a secret chamber for this old woman. I will cast the Three-Day Must-Die Curse. In three days, I guarantee that brat will turn into a puddle of pus and blood!"

Just as the entire Fusheng Domain was in a state of panic and chaos because of Yan Chu, the mastermind himself had already left the densely populated areas and ventured deep into a deserted desert.

This was the Lost Sand Dunes to the west of the Fusheng Domain.

This desert was boundless, covering an area of a million miles.

Thousands of sand dunes were interwoven here, forever formless.

Quicksand surged constantly, and every mark left by living beings here would be instantly annihilated. There were also various mirages rising and falling in the heatwaves, confusing the vision of travelers.

Moreover, from time to time, hallucinogenic sinister winds would blow through the desert. The wind carried the sound of fine sand, and stepping into this place meant losing one's sense of direction; no matter how one walked, it was difficult to walk out of this million miles of yellow sand.

There had even been Sages who got lost in the sand dunes.

This was the Origin of the name Lost Sand Dunes.

Yan Chu concealed his figure, avoided several sinister winds, passed through several illusions, and ventured deep into the million-mile depths of the Lost Sand Dunes.

There were almost no traces of anyone here.

Even if there were indigenous people within the Lost Sand Dunes, they mostly lived in the oases on the periphery of the dunes and would never easily come here.

[ host: Yan Chu ]

[ Cultivation: Saint Law Realm Third Heaven ]

[ Cultivation Technique: Supreme Daluo Heaven (Eighth Layer 56.1 / 1000), Demonic Bone Scripture (First Layer 1 / 50) ]

[ Martial Skill: Seven Limits of Heaven-Swallowing and Earth-Destroying (Perfection), Tathagata Palm (Perfection) ]

[ Divine Ability: Tear, Pure Yang Fire, Heaven-Swallowing, Destroy Earth... ]

[ Origin: 6512.5 ]

Looking at the exaggerated balance on the panel, Yan Chu felt neither joy nor sorrow.

These were all obtained through his own efforts.

After today, no one in the entire Fusheng Domain would be able to keep him in check.

He would let everyone know why the flowers are so red!

"System, add all Origin to Supreme Daluo Heaven!"

No more words, all in!

Boom!!!

As his voice fell, an unimaginable aura rose from Yan Chu's body. Endless insights flooded into his mind, and the entire world seemed to become transparent in his eyes.

All Laws of heaven and earth and the ultimate truths of the Martial Dao became so clear before him that he could touch them at will.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

His magic power surged violently.

Yan Chu tossed his hand, and the Origin Stones he had plundered from various strongholds over the past few days piled up into a small mountain in front of him, all of which were High Grade Origin Stones.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The Origin Stones shattered, turning into a torrent of Origin Qi that poured into Yan Chu's body. After circulating through his meridians, it flowed into his Qi Sea, becoming four-colored magic power.

And from the outside world, endless spiritual light was attracted, and large tides of Origin Qi submerged Yan Chu. In this barren land where not a blade of grass grew, a spiritual rain began to fall.

Crack! Crack!

This was just the beginning.

As his aura rose, Yan Chu's bones emitted a series of crisp sounds, and every drop of his blood radiated precious light.

Four chains of Law appeared on his skin surface, with various mysterious patterns flickering, containing the most profound truths of heaven and earth that made people fall into them at a single glance, intoxicated.

Then, with a bang.

The chains of Law floating on his skin all shattered and became complex runes that merged into Yan Chu's body.

The runes were simply endless.

They were inscribed in his bones, in his blood, on his organs, and even embedded into his Primordial Spirit, which was also undergoing a transformation.

Yan Chu looked down at the desert below.

In this instant, he became connected with the entire Lost Sand Dunes, and every grain of sand seemed to become his eyes.

He curled his finger slightly, and although no power was emitted, a sand dune suddenly arched up on the calm and waveless desert ninety thousand miles away.

Then, with a thought, heavy rain began to fall above the sand dune.

The rain poured down, mixed with the sand dune, and the entire dune became a patch of clay.

Bang!

The clay exploded, erupting into a blaze of fire that shot into the sky.

The raging flames brought a gust of wind that blew into the distance, and all the way to over a hundred thousand miles away, Yan Chu saw an oasis where villagers and bandits were fighting...

He withdrew his gaze and re-examined himself.

Only then did he discover that his figure had grown infinitely tall, reaching over a thousand zhang, his head piercing through the clouds, with white clouds drifting around his neck.

This was his Saint Body.

Upon reaching the Saint Lord Realm, the Laws merged into his body, and his physique was liberated, revealing its original appearance.

In reality, this was his true form.

If one day he were to unfortunately fall, he would immediately transform into a thousand-zhang-tall giant, and every strand of hair and every drop of blood would create countless powerful cultivators.

Truly, a whale fall gives rise to all things!