Shocking the Nine Heavens With My Sword
Chapter 500 - 484 - Tempering Bones (2/3)

Chapter 500: 484 Chapter Tempering Bones (2/3)

Although the Gold Devouring Clan was not the top power in the Immortal Realm, it was almost comparable to the Linghu Family. Even though this race had been extinct for over a hundred thousand years, its existence spanned an even longer period, at least around one million years.

With such an extensive history and a sizable force, how terrifying a fortune could this race have amassed?

Zhou Heng, as the last descendent of the Gold Devouring Clan, might have all those fortunes on him!

——Since Zhou Heng had survived the great catastrophe that annihilated the Gold Devouring Clan, then he must have surely managed to carry a vast amount of treasures with him, given that the space artifacts in the Immortal Realm are much larger than those in the Mortal Realm!

Even if he couldn’t take away all the wealth, he should have taken at least half!

Half!

What concept was that?

Linghu Xuan was also considered a clan member heavily nurtured by the youngest generation of the Linghu Family, and he had a vague idea about the number of the family’s wealth. Although he wasn’t very detailed, he had a rough estimate.

It was an amount so staggering that it could make him faint!

Such an astonishing fortune might be on Zhou Heng!

Linghu Xuan’s blood boiled at that moment, his brain thundering as if it was about to explode!

Slap, he lost concentration, and overwhelmed by the portrait’s momentum, he fell to the ground, prostrating. Under normal circumstances, Linghu Xuan might have been upset, but now, with fiery blood pumping through his veins, how could he care about such things?

He was single-mindedly thinking of how to take down Zhou Heng and then force him to reveal the whereabouts of those treasures!

This was not an easy task.

Firstly, Zhou Heng’s power was nearly at its limit in the Lower Realm, and due to being of the Gold Devouring Clan, his physique was as sturdy as that of a Divinity Transformation Realm magic artifact, comparable to an Immortal from the Moonlight Realm!

This meant that nearly nothing could threaten Zhou Heng!

If threats did not work, how could one possibly force out the location of the wealth?

Secondly, even if he were to suddenly gain an Immortal Artifact capable of piercing through Zhou Heng’s body and threaten his life, who would wield it? He was surely no match for Zhou Heng, but if Liu Dongqi were to do it...

In the past, Liu Dongqi would have unquestionably obeyed because his family was in the hands of the Linghu Family in the Immortal Realm, their life and death, honor and disgrace tied to the Linghu Family. But if he knew about the terrifying fortune Zhou Heng possessed, would he still feel the same?

A wife could be remarried! A son could be reborn!

But the chance to gain such a colossal fortune...an Immortal, given their long lifespan, might only encounter such an opportunity once!

Liu Dongqi might be tempted!

However, if he disregarded Liu Dongqi, he definitely could not match Zhou Heng!

What was he to do?

Linghu Xuan was extremely troubled, feeling like the heavens had played a massive joke on him. It appeared that a tremendous opportunity had been laid before him, yet frustratingly, a vast abyss was set in the middle!

Huh...now might be the opportunity!

Linghu Xuan’s eyes suddenly lit up; Zhou Heng pretentiously resisting the Creation King’s pressure was almost tantamount to suicide. By the time he truly reached the end, he would inevitably be covered in wounds!

It was akin to Zhou Heng having lowered his defenses!

Now, the task at hand was to follow him, and at the moment Zhou Heng’s momentum waned, to launch an attack and surely subdue him!

With that thought, Linghu Xuan wasted no more time, immediately splaying his limbs and started crawling on the ground.

Five minutes later.

Mysterious Fox Xuan nearly cried; in such an extended time, he had barely moved less than half an inch forward! But the distance between him and Zhou Heng had already exceeded ten zhang, and furthermore, the depth of this palace stretched to a hundred zhang!

At Zhou Heng’s current pace, and then considering his own speed, he might only reach the end three days after Zhou Heng did.

At least three days!

Time should be enough! Linghu Xuan calculated in his mind; Zhou Heng’s wounds were extremely severe and still worsening, certainly not something that could heal in just a couple of days!

By the time he reached the end of the palace, Zhou Heng should still be in a critically wounded state.

With this in mind, Linghu Xuan’s confidence surged, and he crawled forward with all his might. Yet under such immense pressure, and despite his frantic wriggling, his speed was, in fact, exceedingly slow, much like that of an earthworm.

Crack, crack, crack!

The further he walked, the greater the pressure became; Zhou Heng’s Divine Bones continuously groaned, trembling within him, nearing the brink of shattering.

But, what was that to him?

Bones could be mended if broken, skin would heal if torn, but his will would never be defeated!

Advance! Advance! Advance!

At ten steps, twenty, fifty—by the fifty-seventh step, Zhou Heng’s Divine Bone had finally reached its limit, and with a snap, one of his toe bones fractured on the spot.

Snap! Snap! Snap!

With every step he took, a Divine Bone would fracture as a result.

Zhou Heng’s fighting spirit soared, a torrent of battle intent coursing through him. His invincible resolve permeated his entire body, enabling him to stride forward even with all his bones shattered.

He had become entirely a bloodied figure, but his soaring fighting spirit was thoroughly boiling, blazing fiercely; his Domain Path opened, albeit covering less than a foot around him. Yet within this golden world brewing with might, his presence was in no way inferior to the portrait of the Elf Creation King!

He could sustain injuries, could bleed, but he would never shrink back in the face of difficulty!

Only thirty feet remained to the end.

Twenty-six feet... sixteen feet... ten feet... three feet!

Zhou Heng took the final step, and suddenly, that omnipresent pressure vanished into thin air. Once the pressure disappeared, his consciousness relaxed at once, and he could no longer hold himself up, collapsing onto the ground with a thud.

Tired!

But it was an indescribably comfortable fatigue. His will had been excellently tempered through this confrontation, like a phoenix undergoing nirvana, ushering in a rebirth.

Purple flames boiled within him, and his golden Divine Bones had begun to self-heal at a stunning speed!

How could it be so quick!

Linghu Xuan almost spewed out a mouthful of blood. How could such injuries heal so swiftly? At this rate of recovery, Zhou Heng could completely heal before Linghu Xuan managed to traverse even one-tenth of the distance he had covered.

This is just screwing with me!

It wasn’t his fault, though; how much could Linghu Xuan possibly know about the Gold Devouring Clan?

With not a single stray thought in his mind, Zhou Heng was fully focused on channeling his Spiritual Power to heal himself, feeling that this intense confrontation had been greatly beneficial. Although it didn’t raise the level of his constitution, the complete shattering of his bones had purged a large amount of impurities, which, after healing, would significantly increase his resilience.

It was akin to tempering fine iron. Though the essence of the metal wouldn’t change, both its toughness and sharpness would see a tremendous improvement!

If he could endure this a few more times, the strength of his body was sure to rise by several notches!

However, the thought of shattering every single one of his bones and then painstakingly piecing them back together made Zhou Heng shiver uncontrollably.

In a battle against a formidable opponent, he could be brimming with fighting spirit, ignoring the pain of his body, but to go through that process alone in his spare time... that would be sheer masochism!

After only half an hour, Zhou Heng had completely healed. His gaze swept over Linghu Xuan and Liu Dongqi, who were still struggling to advance. He secretly regretted not taking the opportunity to draw his sword and finish them off when he had the chance!

But previously, he had been so focused that it was impossible for him to be distracted, even if he had considered it, drawing his sword was out of the question.

Kill someone under the suppressive might of a Creation King? With Zhou Heng’s current Cultivation Level, it was absolutely impossible.

"Donkey, if you don’t hurry up, I’m going to leave without you!" Zhou Heng shouted, for their levels of cultivation were too low. Whether it be Moonlight Realm, Divinity Transformation Realm, or even Nascent Soul Realm, under the pressure of the Creation Realm, there wouldn’t be much difference.

"This Lord can’t hurry... Why don’t you come over and carry This Lord!" Black Donkey lazily said.

Hearing their conversation, Linghu Xuan couldn’t help but snort coldly in his heart. This damn donkey obviously didn’t have a strong will; how could it possibly speed up?

He had been concerned that Zhou Heng would leave first, and after falling behind two or three days, all the treasures would be cleaned out by Zhou Heng! Now there was no need to worry. Since Zhou Heng was going to leave with Black Donkey, he would have to wait!

The speed of Black Donkey?

Come on, Linghu Xuan could boldly assure that even if half a day passed, Black Donkey would hardly reach the end!

"Treasures, don’t forget about the treasures!" Zhou Heng enticed.

"Treasures?" Black Donkey’s eyes started to glow.

"Immortal-level treasures!" Zhou Heng led him on patiently.

"Immortal-level treasures?" The gleam in Black Donkey’s eyes grew brighter. This damned donkey lived for treasures.

"Don’t you want them?" Zhou Heng was like a creepy uncle luring a little girl.

"I want them!" Black Donkey said through gritted teeth.

"Then what are you waiting for! Get over here!" Zhou Heng bellowed.

"This Lord is coming!" Immediately, Black Donkey’s fighting spirit surged. Even though it still couldn’t get up, its hooves scraped against the ground as if they were flying, speeding toward Zhou Heng.

Although its pace was still nowhere near as fast as that of a normal person walking and was in fact many times slower, it was unfathomably faster compared to its previous snail’s pace. In just half an hour, Black Donkey had overtaken Linghu Xuan and Liu Baoqi.

Linghu Xuan was on the verge of spitting blood again.

To be overtaken by a damn donkey was too embarrassing! He was of the Distinct Divinity Transformative Venerate level while Black Donkey was merely at the Nascent Soul Realm! He was the Young Master of the Linghu Family, chosen among thousands, while Black Donkey? A thorough scoundrel!

How could this donkey possibly possess such powerful willpower!

It was utterly impossible!

No, he absolutely couldn’t lose to a donkey!

Linghu Xuan also erupted with a strong surge of determination, starting to compete with Black Donkey.

Watching Black Donkey accelerate, Zhou Heng revealed a knowing smile; he understood the donkey’s true nature like the back of his hand.

For treasures, this greedy donkey could unleash incomparable fighting intent! And here, it was only a matter of suppressing consciousness, which didn’t have much to do with cultivation level. Black Donkey would definitely burst forth for the sake of treasures.

"Faster!" Zhou Heng kept cheering Black Donkey on, even shaking the Star Core back and forth without hesitation.

"Mine! All the treasures belong to Donkey Master!" Black Donkey spat foam at the mouth, yet its eyes still shone brightly, its gaze glittering with avarice.

It crawled faster and faster, leaving Linghu Xuan far behind.