Imperial Treasure

Chapter 1366 - 785: War God’s Atlas!

The woman swimming freely in the water suddenly seemed to sense something, turned around, and looked down into the depths.

Down below, a strange speck of gray light expanded, then flooded the entire lakebed.

Gray was dim, caught between white and black.

Forever walking within black and white, neither human nor god—this is the Witch.

The Witch is the embodiment of gray; Demon Que is the High Priest’s personal weapon, and in truth only a true Witch can wield her. The former Sui Yi was not a Witch, but a human, so whenever she used it she would again and again feel something off.

But now—

With a single thought,

may Demon Que run rampant?

Hum!

The entire lake was suffused with an immense gray light, and that light also silhouetted the woman in the water.

Black hair like silver, a sculpted body like a statue. Between black and white, cold and exquisitely beautiful, slightly oppressive. Whoosh!

A sword, bearing countless streaks of gray light, shot up from beneath the water.

Killing intent surged to the heavens!

That was a presence utterly different from human—a power to annihilate all that is alien... brutal and forlornly cold!

She watched it.

Her palm turned slightly within the water, the liquid spiraling, vaguely forming the shape of a crystal skull.

But in that very instant, the sword seemed to fall under the control of some other will.

Hum!

Just as it was about to reach her eyes, the sword bent, snaking aside like a serpent.

Whoosh!

The sword flashed past her ear, lifting her hairpin... the water heaved and surged, brushing across her body.

Crash!

The calm lake, like a sheet of quicksilver, was split as a sword burst from the surface, its vast,妖-like Witch Qi shrouding the sky, as though a Demon God rode the clouds and mist to descend.

Eastern District!

Crash!

A figure leapt from the water. With a wave of her hand, the clothes laid upon the nearby rock flew into her grasp. It was a clean, simple, plain nun’s robe. After draping it over herself, Wang Qing looked toward the distant Eastern horizon.

She said nothing, only crossed her arms before her chest, wet hair dripping, gazing eastward and sinking into a solitude that belonged to just one person.

Eastern District.

How long had it been since Sui Yi swept across the entire Lost Lands and found Demon Que?

No more than a few fleeting instants!

A few instants later—

The Ninefold Demon Sword was less than half a meter above Sui Yi’s head.

From the north came a piercing sword cry, and heavy, brooding silver-gray clouds.

It was like a river of stars cut down from The Blue Dome.

A bright, clamorous, wildly unrestrained sword, borne by the sweeping surge of that galactic cloud, came crashing from behind Sui Yi. Sui Yi pressed her fingers together—hum!

Clang!!!!!!!

The sword roared.

One stroke.

Ninefold Demon Sword—one layer, a river of stars!

Sword against sword, Blood Cloud against Milky Way.

Rumble!

Many years later, when the Masters of the Lost Lands recalled that scene, they could only describe it with something like this: "I thought all living beings had been judged by the gods, so a divine tower was sacrificed down, and the earth was soaked in blood—yet it turned out that even gods can be suppressed by The Blue Dome, and what fell were the ashes of countless stars."

Floating and drifting, piece by piece.

That was the end of that scene.

And what Dongfang Bubai and the others remembered at the end was Sui Yi hanging in the sky, frost at her fingertips, a long silver-gray sword spinning and coiling about her.

And across the ruins, a ravine had been forcibly carved out.

At the end of the ravine stood the man gripping the Ninefold Demon Sword.

His whole body was in disarray, flesh and blood torn.

Blood dripped to the ground, tik-tak, tik-tak.

Where the blood fell, strips of black brambles bloomed across the earth, suffused with taboo and ascetic allure.

The man bound by brambles raised his head; the silver mask was still on his face. He said, "Perhaps the ones who understand you and her best are only the two of you. So she knew I couldn’t finish you, and merely used me to test you. Naturally, you also know she would have a backhand."

Sui Yi was silent.

But that silence made Yan Jingan and the others’ hearts lurch.

Backhand?

Could there be another...

Tap, tap, tap—

Everyone heard an eerie sound of footsteps.

The footsteps came from the far end of the street.

Yet when you turned your head to look, you saw no one.

Lift your eyes, and then you saw.

A man walking through empty air.

A man, frost at his temples, eyes and brows deep and shadowed. At first glance he looked no different from a middle-aged uncle with some depth to him, but the one terrifying thing was this—he walked in the air, and you could see the sky itself bearing footprints beneath each of his steps.

You could say his sense of existence was too strong, or you could say... the aura this man controlled was that overwhelmingly powerful!

He did not let it spill outward, only stamped footprints into the empty sky!

Who was this man?

Perhaps only Sui Yi recognized him, because the aura on this man’s body—she had once felt it with incomparable intensity, and had absorbed it.

Evil Emperor’s Relic,

Xiang Yutian.

The only person to fully achieve the Taoist Heart Demon Seed, and the Sect Leader of the "Extreme Evil Sect", who stood almost alone above the Martial Arts World. In the Twin Dragon World, it was said he died after failing to cultivate the Taoist Heart Demon Seed; afterwards, almost no one dared to train in that grand art. But Sui Yi had spied some traces of Xiang Yutian’s aura from that Essence, and after coming to the Lost Lands, she resonated with that aura, and thus confirmed that the man had never died at all—most likely he had secretly shattered the void.

And now, the Xiang Yutian bearing the Demon Seed should have been wreathed in terrifying Demonic Qi, but that Demonic Qi was perfectly balanced—by another power. That power was very special; it seemed to harmonize with the spacetime of this Lost Lands, and also with the Inner Strength of everyone here.

And it bore a kind of... fearsome, ghostly battle will.

This aura stirred Sui Yi slightly; her expression shifted a bit as she looked at Xiang Yutian. "The "War God’s Atlas"?"

Xiang Yutian gazed deeply at Sui Yi and said, "I spent several hundred years yet could not Cangwu the "War God’s Atlas". Later, I discovered that within the Lost Lands I could borrow others’ Inner Strength for the Taoist Heart Demon Seed, nurture my Demon Seed as its foundation, and only then count as succeeding in cultivation—forming a truly supreme Demon Seed. Today, I have at last truly emerged from seclusion."

"Come to think of it, I should be thanking you."

Everyone suddenly understood, so... Xiang Yutian is actually the real behind‑the‑scenes BOSS?

"I was wondering why Sky Asking Tower’s rise was so damn weird, and how they even knew I’d met you. Turns out it was all deliberate on your part... Sky Asking Tower was founded by you from the start!"

Elder Tianji slapped his thigh and cursed, "So it really was you stirring up shit from behind! You’re vicious as hell!"

Xiang Yutian neither confirmed nor denied. Vicious? He walked the Demon Path—using any means necessary was just standard for them.

On this point, even people like Pang Ban and Yin Yang couldn’t deny it; the only difference was who was stronger, who ended up winning.

Sui Yi didn’t deny it either.

"Someone taught you this method, didn’t they?"

Xiang Yutian didn’t deny that either. "Yeah. Her only condition was... kill you."

With that, Xiang Yutian’s entire body was covered in a black fluid, like a gigantic demonic seed, except it was covered in countless diagrams—War God’s Atlas, diagrams, so many diagrams.

The aura it exuded even surpassed Sui Yi’s magnetic field aura.

How strong was it?

Even here, people like Yan Jingan and Lang Fanyun were all true‑body Void-breaking big BOSSes, yet at this moment they all felt that even at their peak, their Void-breaking aura wouldn’t reach half of Xiang Yutian’s. No—one third would already be pushing it.

It was a power that stood apart from all strength a human should possess, just like Sui Yi’s Witch Power, or that power the Silver Faced Person wielded.

Now, Xiang Yutian too stood apart from the Human Race.

This was what War God’s Atlas had granted him!

The supreme Secret Manual above all!

At this moment, the Demon Sect’s Yin Yang, Ding Chunqiu, and even Tianshan Beauty all widened their eyes, trying to clearly see the diagrams on his body.

But the moment they looked, their heads spun and went hazy.

As for Yan Jingan and the others, who lived austere, detached lives, they weren’t that greedy for this Supreme Secret Method. The truly bizarre thing was that as if under some bewitchment, they all subconsciously raised their eyes to the War God diagrams on that enormous demonic seed.

Then, their souls seemed to be dragged down into some boundless, hopeless place.

Not good...

Before Yan Jingan lost consciousness, she clawed her finger hard across her sword edge; the blade sliced her palm, blood spraying out.

The pain shocked her awake.

Doing the same thing were Lang Fanyun, Dongfang Bubai, Snow Qiannxun, Yin Yang and the others. The instant they regained clarity, they saw endless Devil Light roaring toward them, expanding madly.

Only a few steps away...

"No!" Yin Yang turned to flee.

On the other side, the Silver Faced Person said softly, "The real goal... is probably to kill everyone except her, drive her into a state of utter despair and pain."

He really did understand her far too well.

So then...

Sui Yi, what will you do?

Xiang Yutian’s power far surpassed even this Silver Faced Person’s.

He was hard to deal with, because his attack was aimed at the hundreds of lives up and down that street.

Explode in full force to kill Xiang Yutian, or save people—Sui Yi could only choose one of the two.

And choosing the second would lead to a brutally tragic outcome...

Was there anything to hesitate about?

Sui Yi pressed the Beak of the Golden Crow in her left hand to the center of her brow, the sharp tip piercing in.

Blood?

No blood—only light.

Light in her left hand, sword in her right.

Yan Jingan thought she was going to die.

Suddenly—

The dirt and stones underfoot overlapped, merging into a Great Shield, the shield’s surface jagged and twisted like brambles.

That was Witch Flow released by the Beak of the Golden Crow.

Witchcraft of Stone Brambles.

But while that Stone Brambles Great Shield blocked the overwhelming Devil Light, Sui Yi’s back was exposed to Xiang Yutian’s ferocious killing strike!

The Demon Sword pierced to the bone!

Demon Que blocked!

Buzz!

Devil Light crushed down on the Stone Brambles Great Shield!

Demon Sword and Demon Que clashed, vying for supremacy over the world!

And high in the sky, the Silver Faced Person offered up blood, "Ninefold Demon Tower, Ninefold Heaven—seal her for another thousand years, go!"

Boom!

The Ninefold Demon Tower expanded madly, suppressing Sui Yi once again.

To fight two at once makes you a Heroic Outlaw; right now Sui Yi was fighting two at once and still trying to shield everyone.

What did that make her?

Dongfang Bubai looked up and saw that girl who’d been so cold and indifferent when they first met, yet whose heart was incomparably gentle and composed.

She’d teased her, and Sui Yi had only turned her head for a glance and said, "Dongfang Bubai? I think I’ve heard that name before."

And so, she learned that her name was Sui Yi.

Sui Yi—what a strange name, not as pleasant as her own Qianxun’s.

But somehow, Sui Yi had been placed in that category of people in this world who absolutely must not die.

There were four people in that place.

Qianxun, her little sister, Dongfang Bai, and one Sui Yi.

Now, she was going to die?

At that instant—

Demon Que held back the Demon Sword! The Devil Light shattered the Stone Brambles, yet did not break through!

Because a streak of crimson shot out like a blade of razor light—Devil Light surged in, red light blazed up!

There is always someone like this in this world: she wants to drink the strongest wine, sing the most beautiful songs, sleep with the most beautiful women, and make the best of friends...

And when that best friend wants to do something, a friend ought to give everything to help, right?

"Sui Yi, my people don’t need you to protect them!"

So Dongfang Bubai charged forward, using her own body to block that endless Devil Light.

Light flared!