The Lord of Void and Real-Chapter 893 - 890 Tianji City

The Nine Netherworlds swung his giant axe upwards, aiming it at the Bull Demon King, and with a surge of blood light from the axe, a hundred-foot-long blood-colored axe shadow was formed, ripping through the Void and chasing after the Bull Demon King.

Just as the axe shadow was about to strike the Bull Demon King, suddenly, there came a commotion from above the warship.

The dark red charm patterns on the hull of the ship lit up one after another, and the three-layered ringed Array suspended below the hull began to "rumble" and spin as a black light pillar burst forth from it with tremendous force.

"Boom"

A loud, violent roar echoed throughout the skydome as the black light pillar struck the blood-red axe shadow, causing it to explosively burst into pieces.

A massive shock wave erupted from the center of the explosion, transforming into two ferocious wind pressures, each pressing towards the heavens and the earth.

Below, the Nine Netherworlds found themselves immobilized by this immense force, while the colossal warship above was lifted into high altitudes by the impact of this force.

And at the last critical moment, the Bull Demon King was entwined around his waist by the Golden Rope, pulled onto the warship by Shen Luo.

No sooner had the Bull Demon King landed on the deck of the warship than Princess Jade Face plunged into his embrace, and Red Boy, the Ten Thousand Years Fox King, and the others gathered around as well.

"What’s going on?"

Seeing that the escaping group was safe and sound, the Bull Demon King was somewhat incredulous for a time.

"We were saved by a Daoist friend from Tianji City," explained the Ten Thousand Years Fox King.

"Wasn’t Tianji City destroyed by the Demon Clan long ago?" Upon hearing this, the Bull Demon King was stunned for a good while before mumbling in response.

Meanwhile, the sound of a car wheel rolling approached, and the crowd automatically parted, leaving a passage in the middle.

A young man who seemed to have a disability was seen slowly approaching in a wheelchair made of an amalgamation of bronze and sandalwood.

The man appeared to be in his twenties or thirties, extremely handsome, with his black hair neatly bundled atop his head with a jade crown; he wore a black bodysuit, which gave him a somewhat stern demeanor.

There was no one pushing the wheelchair from behind; no spiritual power fluctuations could be seen coming from it, only the faint sound of various gears turning, with a series of fine metal friction noises.

"Tianji City has been destroyed, but we of Tianji City have not perished. I came to the rescue at the behest of Elder Zhenyuanzi, thankfully not arriving too late," said the young man slowly.

"I don’t know how to address you, my Daoist friend, the debt of rescue is indeed hard to repay..." said the Bull Demon King, clasping his fists.

"You may call me Yan Ze. Everyone has just been through a great battle, so rest well on this ship. I need to concentrate on piloting to leave this place as quickly as possible," said the young man indifferently, then turned to manipulate his wheelchair to leave.

"What about those people just now?" The Bull Demon King frowned and couldn’t help but ask.

"There’s no need to worry about them," said Yan Ze, leaving with only that remark.

Before everyone could understand what was happening, the entire giant warship rose again, directly entering the clouds above and causing tumultuous waves as it raced swiftly in one direction.

It was only when the demons and monsters engaged in combat below shatter the bamboo hats on the heads of the dark silhouettes that they realized what appeared under the hats weren’t human heads but blocks of round wood without even faces.

By the time they had destroyed all the dark silhouettes into pieces, they realized that these were all mechanical devices similar to puppets, driven by Talisman Paper and some black stone blocks.

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Above the clouds, the warship continued to fly at high speed, quickly leaving the territory of the Jilei Mountain Range. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

On the deck of the warship, nearly everyone was meditating with their eyes closed, sitting cross-legged to circulate their energy and heal their injuries.

Shen Luo stood alone on the side of the warship, staring out at the boundless sea of clouds, lost in thought.

"What are you thinking about?" At this moment, the voice of the Ten Thousand Years Fox King suddenly rang in his ear.

"Among the Demon Clan, how many beings are there as powerful as Nine Netherworlds?" Shen Luo came to his senses and asked.

"That year, the two emperors of Yan Huang joined hands to battle with Chiyou. He had eighty-one brothers, and Nine Netherworlds was one of them. However, Nine Netherworlds always regarded Chiyou as his master, so very few people know about him in later generations," said the Ten Thousand Years Fox King.

"Eighty-one?" Shen Luo exclaimed in astonishment.

"Many had perished in that great battle, so the few who have survived to this day will not be many," the Ten Thousand Years Fox King said.

"If a fierce demon like Nine Netherworlds is already so powerful, the strength of Chiyou is simply unimaginable," Shen Luo remarked, feeling a mix of awe and concern.

"Indeed, it’s not just you who cannot imagine it. Even an old guy like me finds it hard to conceive. But the fact that the ancestors of the Human Race were able to defeat him that year proves that he is not invincible, which means there is still a chance," said the Ten Thousand Years Fox King.

While speaking, he fixed his gaze on Shen Luo, scrutinizing his every expression for any changes.

Shen Luo was silent for a moment. Hope was evident on his face, though he showed not a hint of despair.

"I am far too weak right now. How can I become stronger?" he asked abruptly, gripping the ship’s railings with both hands.

Upon seeing this, the Ten Thousand Years Fox King initially appeared surprised, but soon a hint of satisfaction flashed in his eyes as he said, "Since you were born on Mount Fangcun, why were you not able to learn the Seventy-two Transformations?"

"That... is a long story," Shen Luo sighed.

"Do you know that the Seventy-two Transformations are not merely a Transformation Technique?" the Ten Thousand Years Fox King continued to inquire.

"It’s not just a Transformation Technique, then what else is it?" Shen Luo asked, puzzled.

"In legend, the Seventy-two Transformations also have another name, ’Eight-Nine Profound Art’. It is the ultimate technique of transformation, reaching the limits of change. Once fully understood and integrated, it is a divine power that encapsulates all of creation," explained the Ten Thousand Years Fox King.

After hearing this, Shen Luo’s eyes lit up with excitement, but he soon felt disheartened, regretting why he hadn’t been able to learn this divine power from Mount Fangcun years ago.

"Elder, do you know if there is anywhere in this world where I can find the Seventy-two Transformations?" Shen Luo asked.

"The Seventy-two Transformations are the secret techniques of Mount Fangcun, likely only accessible to the direct disciples of the Bodhi Ancestor. I fear that only Fangcun might hold the key to learning them," said the Ten Thousand Years Fox King.

Upon hearing this, Shen Luo thought to himself, could it be necessary to return to Mount Fangcun once again?

"However, Mount Fangcun has been destroyed for many years, and after numerous calamities since then, even if there are remnants, I fear they are no longer within the mountain," the Ten Thousand Years Fox King sighed.

Shen Luo thought back carefully to when he entered Mount Fangcun years ago, and he too felt that it was no longer possible for there to be any remnants of the Seventy-two Transformations there.

"Elder, do you know if the Bodhi Ancestor taught the skills to any disciples back then and if they have any descendants who continue the lineage?" Shen Luo asked, still not giving up hope.

"The succession of Mount Fangcun has always been secretive. The true disciples who received the Bodhi Ancestor’s teachings were often required not to mention it in front of outsiders. The only person I know who received his teachings was that damned monkey who helped kill my daughter, Sun Wukong," said the Ten Thousand Years Fox King without much thought.

Upon hearing this, it was as if a light suddenly turned on in Shen Luo’s mind.

Previously, at the Flower Fruit Mountain, he had already gained an opportunity from the secret chamber left by Sun Wukong. Why not follow his tracks further? Perhaps he might find something else.