Legend of the Great Sage

Li Qingshan was surprised as well. He raised the sword and said in praise, “What a fine sword!”

The moonlight was like water as the sky cleared up.

He turned the sword slowly. The ancient sword was still dull like before, hiding all of its wonders, yet it had just cut through three armaments in a single slash, claiming the life of a Battle God in the process.

“Hmm, just which god of the Nine Heavens is that man draped in bear skin? Don’t tell me he’s an old friend of brother ox?”

He prayed towards the sky. Thank you for your protection, great chieftain Youxiong. I’ll definitely pay you back in the future. If it really comes down to it, I just won’t steal your position as chieftain then.

Afterwards, he threw himself at Nidaum’s corpse, which tottered about as it stood up.

That was well and truly the corpse of a god. He could not merge with it perfectly, but he had no interest in claiming the body for a fresh start anyway. Most importantly, he still had his body of the demonic and divine. He was just using it for now.

He touched the slash on the corpse’s chest and gained an even deeper appreciation for the sword’s power.

Rising up into the air, he shot over the night sky and arrived on the battlefield. He announced, “Little king Ming, your boss has been defeated! Surrender!”

At the same time, he communicated to Rāhu Xiaoming.

Rāhu Xiaoming was surprised at first. Originally, he thought it would already be Li Qingshan’s limit if he managed to draw with Nidaum. Maybe he could repel him at most. He never expected him to kill him on the spot. Just how did he achieve that?

He exhaled. “Alright then, you win.” Later on, he had to get to the bottom of just how many trump cards this kid was hiding.

Li Qingshan smiled. “When you follow me, you’ll never be disappointed.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.”

Rāhu Xiaoming smiled brightly, also admiring Li Qingshan for his thorough considerations.

There were a limited number of Battle Gods in the Asura realm. If any random foreigner could defeat Nidaum, it would definitely lead to attention. If he attracted the attention of true gods, then it would be extremely easy for his bloodline and powers to be exposed.

As a result, it seemed very natural for Li Qingshan to substitute Nidaum. Didn’t it make perfect sense for an Asura Battle God to kill a foreign Ghost Immortal?

The only issue was that Nidaum would rebirth one day, which would lead to exposure sooner or later.

However, every bit of time they earned now meant that Rāhu Xiaoming could recover a little more, giving them a little more room to maneuver around in.

As a result, the two armies abandoned the battle and withdrew their troops, gathering together in one location.

This was commonplace throughout the Asura realm. They were constantly in battle. As long as they did not lose their fighting spirit, they would always be able to rebirth. There were no major grievances either.

Instead, they developed respect and comradeship for the strong that was once their opponent.

The most eye-catching person was without a doubt king Ming. Several Asura Sovereigns hurried over immediately to talk to him, expressing that they wanted to spar and learn from each other.

Rāhu Xiaoming nodded. He did not say much, just playing along and brushing them aside.

Even if he could not expose his powers as a Rāhu, he possessed a special divine aura, such that the Asura Sovereign that he acknowledged and responded to felt flattered for some reason.

Seeing how it was the perfect timing, Li Qingshan carried out Nidaum’s “last wish” and immediately let Rāhu Xiaoming become his number two, leading the entire army in his place.

Rāhu Xiaoming bowed his head sincerely and thanked him.

Every Battle God had their range of influence. That was an extremely vast expanse of land, covering countless mountains and rivers. He finally had enough room for development with no one to suppress him anymore. This was his opportunity to undergo the sixth heavenly tribulation and become a Battle God.

Li Qingshan was afraid of exposing himself, so he did not have too much contact with Nidaum’s subordinates. He directly announced that they would be holding a celebratory feast, which would be hosted by Rāhu Xiaoming.

Through some of the remaining memories of this body, he arrived in the palace carried by the giant.

In the depths of the courtyard, the beheaded kiṁarna woman continued to sing away sombrely. The singing was fleeting and feeble, like a candle in the wind, about to be blown out at any moment.

Li Qingshan glanced at her. “What a waste!”

He grabbed her body with one hand and her head with the other, bringing them together.

The kiṁarna woman’s singing was halted. Her neck was joined again. She could not help but widen her eyes and suck in a deep breath.

She studied Li Qingshan closely and suddenly said, “You’re not Nidaum.”

Li Qingshan was astonished. He slapped his knee. “So his name wasn’t Saddam!” It was no wonder his expression when he died seemed like he had something he wanted to say.

As such, he just abandoned the corpse. He lifted the kiṁarna woman’s pointy chin. “Beauty, your voice sure is nice. Why don’t you keep going?”

The kiṁarna woman said, “You’re not an asura either.”

Li Qingshan really became a little curious when he heard that. “How can you tell?”

“There isn’t that much joy in the eyes of asura.”

Li Qingshan laughed freely. “You’re absolutely correct!”

The reason why he refused to become an asura was probably because of this. Apart from fighting and slaughter, there were many joys in life, such as fine wine and fine women.

“Looks like you’re not an asura either.”

He studied her figure that was slender and graceful like a willow leaf under her green sari. Her skin was as smooth and fair as milk, and it was almost impossible to see her eye whites in her dark eyes that resembled black jade. They constantly gave off a faint sense of sorrow.

That was not an expression that an asura woman should have possessed.

“I am princess Qin of the kiṁarna. Thank you for saving my life. If you send me back to the Heaven realm, I’ll definitely thank you… ah!”

“Kiṁarna? The eight legions.”

Li Qingshan sat down and leaned back comfortably on the seat. The alcohol gradually got to him. He pulled that princess Qin into his arms. “Then I won’t be holding back.”

Very soon, the courtyard became filled with soft, enchanting moans.

At the same time, in the Hungry Ghost realm.

After carrying out the most meticulous divination, the Unadorned Ghost Immortal turned into a black shadow. He silently moved through the depths of the ground towards Unadorned city several hundred kilometres away.

He intentionally avoided the main entrance. He had not discovered the Skull Prayer Bead—the Skull Prayer Bead had not discovered him either. This was just behaviour that arose from caution developed over countless years. He had also sensed the peculiarity behind this matter too.

The Hungry Ghost realm was different from the other realms. There were no actual True Immortals or true gods. Ghost Immortals were already the strongest.

He had an infamous reputation in the Hungry Ghost realm. Even among Ghost Immortals, he could be regarded as powerful. Apart from the Hell Commanders of the Hell realm, no one had any reason to provoke him.

Even if it was for revenge, destroying a single Unadorned city was pointless. Instead, it would just expose his animosity for nothing.

As a result, he remained as discreet as possible. He would rather slow down a little so that he could keep his aura completely hidden.

He still ended up arriving beneath Unadorned city very quickly. Only after a careful observation did he infiltrate the place.

Having undergone the sixth heavenly tribulation, he could observe the laws of the world, developing the Mānas-vijñāna. Even if he was only a Ghost Immortal, he possessed unbelievable power.

So-called “formations” were merely fortresses modeled after the laws.

In his eyes, they were basically fences riddled with holes. Coupled with the fact that the city originally belonged to him in the first place, he infiltrated the place easily and silently.

Meanwhile, Li Qingshan and Xiao An were completely unaware of the approach of the enemy. Not only did the heavens refuse to stand on their side, but it even obscured their senses, such that they would not receive any omen even if it was life-threatening danger.

Out of pure coincidence, Li Qingshan’s Origin Soul just happened to be in the Asura realm, so not only were they a major realm of cultivation lower, this difference just happened to be the boundary between a cultivator and a god or immortal.

They did not possess any favourable advantage, and they would be facing a sneak attack.

A string of shadows climbed up the speckled walls, entering the tower, moving through the darkness and observing them coldly.