Chapter 1888 - Lord Mings Place of Incarceration (1/2)

The headless body of Baihuan Shenzi dropped to the ground with a loud bang.

Zhang Ruochen retrieved the Azuresky PaG.o.da and took out the Spring of Life, dripping a drop on s.h.i.+ Ren’s head.

As a Light of Life engulfed s.h.i.+ Ren’s body, his injury rapidly recovered.

Following immediately, Zhang Ruochen walked toward Bao Lie and Bao Xinghun. “Xinghun is badly wounded. My Spring of Life could help him recover rapidly.”

Boa Lie did not decline Zhang Ruochen’s kindness. “An Ancient Abyssal Blade isn’t enough to prove who you are.”

Zhang Ruochen knew what Bao Lie meant, and he nodded lightly. Coming up beside Bao Xinghun, he dropped a drop of Spring of Life on Bao Xinghun’s body, then took out the Eight-Dragon Umbrella and Nine-Dragon Carriage.

“Father used to wield the Eight-Dragon Umbrella and Nine-Dragon Carriage. Only the direct descendants of Zhang of Shengming could drive the implement spirits of these sacred artifacts. If you all still don’t believe me, I can bring you to a place,” said Zhang Ruochen.

Seeing the Eight-Dragon Umbrella and Nine-Dragon Carriage, Bao Lie had believed him somewhat, his burly body shuddering subtly.

But how could his dead younger fellow come back to life again?

It was something too unthinkable.

“Go where?” asked Bao Lie.

With the wave of his hand, Zhang Ruochen had opened the World Gate of the Qiankun Realm. “This way.”

Bao Lie possessed a high level of cultivation and was not afraid of anything. So he stepped into it.

Once inside the Qiankun Realm, Zhang Ruochen first brought Bao Lie to the royal tomb and royal shrine, then to meet the descendants of the former officials of Shengming Central Empire.

Zhang Ruochen could sense Bao Lie’s reducing resentment.

Coming under the Divine Sky-Connecting Tree, Bao Lie let out a long sigh. “Little Brother, tell me what you have gone through for the past eight hundred years.”

Zhang Ruochen forced a smile. Dropping his b.u.t.t on the ground, he started telling his story.

As time ticked by, the suspicion and hostility in Bao Lie’s eyes had completely gone as he was immersed in Zhang Ruochen’s story. “Princess Chi Yao has achieved divinity?” he roared furiously.

“That is right,” said Zhang Ruochen.

Immediately, like a deflated rubber ball, Bao Lie sat down on the ground, feeling melancholy. “I had been practicing my cultivation in the Nether Dungeon, hoping I could kill my way out and challenge Princess Chi Yao again to get my revenge. d.a.m.n it! Who would have known that Princess Chi Yao has become an empress and attained divinity? How could I challenge her again?”

Zhang Ruochen got to his feet and patted Bao Lie on his shoulder. “Brother Bao Lie, it was already amazing of you to attain what you have attained despite the lack of cultivation resources in the Nether Dungeon.

“Besides, Chi Yao has the Seal of the Celestial Wheel, which speeds up her cultivation thirty-time faster.

“Right now, the Kunlun Realm is reviving. There is no lack of Precept of Heaven and Earth, and all cultivators are speeding up their rate of cultivation. It is the best era.

“But the Infernal Court is launching a large-scale invasion, every mortal realm of the Celestial Court is plundering the resources with saint-cla.s.s wars breaking out everywhere, people are panicking and the world has plunged into total chaos. In this sense, this is also the worst era!

“Brother Bao Lie, this era needs you. Follow me, leave the Nether Dungeon, and conquer the world. What do you say?”

Bao Lie could see the shadow of Emperor Ming on Zhang Ruochen. He was deep in thought, after which he got back to his feet. “You sounded as if I like this h.e.l.lish place so much. Let’s go now. I am eager to see what kind of elite fighters the Infernal Court and the Celestial Court have. I can’t wait to fight right now.”

“No hurry. I came to the Dismemberment Prison Realm with another urgent matter in mind. Why don’t we leave the Qiankun Realm, and I will explain to you slowly?”

As soon as Bao Lie left the Qiankun Realm, he heard the howl of Bao Xinghun. “Where is my father? What have you all done to him?”

“What is the matter with you, Xinghun?” Bao Lie shot him a stern look.

Apparently, Bao Xinghun was afraid of Bao Lie. He tucked away his war spear. “Father, where have you gone?” he asked softly.

“Don’t ask. It is still not the ripe time for you to know.”

Bao Lie pointed at Zhang Ruochen. “Meet Master Zhang, my younger fellow. Bow to him quickly.”

“Master Zhang?” Bao Xinghun was struck dumb.

Zhang Ruochen smiled at him with his hands behind him.

Bao Lie gave Bao Xinghun a kick on his leg. “What are you waiting for? Master Zhang is a generation more senior than you, and his cultivation base is also much higher than yours. Is bowing to him too difficult for you?”

Bao Xinghun had no word for it. At least, he was a Five-Step Saint King and the king of a prison realm. Why was he still being treated like a kid?

But having been beaten by Bao Lie since young, Bao Xing was fearful of his father and dared not defy him.

“Master Zhang.” Bao Xinghun cupped his fists, bending his body in respect.

“Nice to meet you, Bao Junior.”