Chapter 332: Divine Palace Treasure Ground

Chapter 332: Divine Palace Treasure Ground

Ning Xiaochuan was about to speak when space violently trembled. A bone-chilling killing intent surged forth, causing his robes to flutter wildly.

"Boom!"

The White Fox Heir barged in, charging into this spatial rift. Its body was pitch-black, gleaming with a metallic sheen, and it let out a sinister laugh as it swung an axe down toward Ning Xiaochuan.

Though its body had shrunk to just over 10 meters tall, the stone composing its form had become incomparably hard, brimming with explosive power. The force contained within the axe was terrifying—enough to split mountains and crack the earth.

"Sun and Moon Sharing the Sky!"

"Ice and Snow World!"

Ning Xiaochuan and the Demon Sect Saintess simultaneously unleashed their Martial Arts Divine Abilities.

From Ning Xiaochuan's body surged the dual energies of Yin and Yang, condensing into a massive "Yin-Yang Diagram" that stirred the Profound Qi of the entire space.

The Demon Sect Saintess radiated piercing Freezing Energy, causing snow to fall endlessly from the sky, freezing everything within thousands of meters and forming a colossal iceberg.

After merging with the power of the Stone Beast Giant, the White Fox Heir possessed terrifying strength—enough to kill a Martial Venerable with a single axe strike.

Only by combining their powers did Ning Xiaochuan and the Demon Sect Saintess barely manage to block the attack.

"Come with me."

Ning Xiaochuan's eyes darkened, a trace of hesitation flickering in his pupils. In the end, he tightly grasped the Demon Sect Saintess's hand and pulled her into the next spatial rift.

The moment Ning Xiaochuan took her hand, she knew he had made his choice.

At this moment, her heart overflowed with joy and sweetness—an indescribable feeling, like a little girl secretly tasting honey.

Of course, the Demon Sect Saintess was no naive or childish girl. She was exceptionally intelligent, wise beyond her years, and possessed her own unique charm.

"How did the White Fox Heir end up like this?" the Demon Sect Saintess asked.

The White Fox Clan was the only race in the Yulan Empire with a ninth-grade mystic beast bloodline, endowed with innately powerful physiques. Those with exceptional talent could awaken their ninth-grade mystic beast bloodline and become true ninth-grade mystic beasts.

In fact, the entire Yulan Empire had only two ninth-grade mystic beasts: the White Fox Ancestor and the White Fox Heir.

The White Fox Ancestor was the sovereign of all mystic beasts, ruling over countless creatures and standing as the supreme existence.

The White Fox Heir was the successor to this throne.

How could a ninth-grade mystic beast like the White Fox Heir abandon its noble fleshly body?

"It's a long story. I'll explain it to you in detail once we get out," Ning Xiaochuan said solemnly.

Failing to trap and kill the White Fox Heir was indeed beyond Ning Xiaochuan's expectations. This could spell disaster for him and even bring ruin to the Jian Pavilion Marquis House.

At present, Ning Xiaochuan was no match for the ancient ancestor behind the White Fox Heir. He had to find a way to silence the White Fox Heir permanently.

Only by finding the Divine Blood and breaking through to the Earthly Venerable Realm might he stand a chance of suppressing and killing the White Fox Heir.

Using his knowledge of Mystic Gate Arts, Ning Xiaochuan searched for the location of the Divine Blood—the treasure he desired most urgently.

The Divine Blood was undoubtedly one of the most precious treasures in the Heavenly Emperor's Divine Palace, and it had to be stored in the true divine palace.

"Rumble—"

After traversing thirty-seven Chaotic Spaces in succession, they finally arrived outside the true palace of the Heavenly Emperor's Divine Palace.

The Heavenly Emperor's Divine Palace was indeed magnificent and majestic, surpassing any structure in the Yulan Empire in grandeur. Even the pillars were carved from whole blocks of mystic stone, inscribed with divine script left by deities—texts that mortals could neither comprehend nor decipher.

Someone had reached the exterior of the Heavenly Emperor's Divine Palace before Ning Xiaochuan and the Demon Sect Saintess—Spiritual Void Venerable.

Spiritual Void Venerable stood atop a white river above the Heavenly Emperor's Divine Palace, using his immense power to subdue it.

This was no ordinary river but a convergence of the Essence of Heaven and Earth, possessing the power to refine martial bodies, unlock latent potential, and awaken hidden treasures within the human form. Every drop could be considered celestial nectar.

If one could subdue the entire river, it might elevate a Martial Artist's talent to a "Once-in-Ten-Millennia" level.

Though standing in the void, Spiritual Void Venerable's gaze locked onto Ning Xiaochuan and the Demon Sect Saintess. Seeing them holding hands, a flicker of astonishment flashed in his eyes.

One was the heir of a noble house under the imperial court, the other the Saintess of the Demon Sect.

How could their relationship be so intimate?

This was absolutely forbidden by the heavens and earth. If word spread, they would likely follow in the tragic footsteps of Ning Xiaochuan's parents.

A glint of killing intent surfaced in the Demon Sect Saintess's eyes as she prepared to silence Spiritual Void Venerable.

Ning Xiaochuan slowly released her hand and gave a slight shake of his head, transmitting his thoughts through Mental Energy: "Spiritual Void Venerable's cultivation is unfathomable. It's best not to act rashly. Leave this to me. You go and collect the Essence of Heaven and Earth."

Above the Heavenly Emperor's Divine Palace, there were three rivers—white, red, and gold.

Each was formed from the Essence of Heaven and Earth, representing three distinct powers. Every river contained an immense, seemingly inexhaustible energy, vast as an ocean.

The Demon Sect Saintess chose the red river. With a wave of her arm, white snowflakes drifted through the void. Lightly stepping on them like a celestial maiden in dance, she soared toward the crimson current.

She had yet to master a Martial Arts Divine Ability that allowed flight, relying instead on treading snow to ascend.

"Roar!"

Space rippled, forming concentric waves as a black stone arm smashed down toward the airborne Demon Sect Saintess.

The White Fox Heir had caught up—astonishingly fast.

Clad in crimson Divine Dragon Armor and wielding the Dragon Sword, Ning Xiaochuan surged with battle intent. He exhaled a radiant breath and bellowed, "Your opponent is me!"

"Boom!"

Ning Xiaochuan kicked off the ground, legs slightly bent as he launched into the air.

The Dragon Sword extended to 18 meters, transforming into a sky-cleaving greatsword that severed the black stone arm, reducing it to rubble.

"Ning Xiaochuan, don’t run! Have the courage to face me in a real fight!"

The White Fox Heir reformed his stone arm and spat out a bolt of Lightning, which condensed into an armored Divine General wielding a battle-axe. The Divine General swung its axe straight toward Ning Xiaochuan's head.

Ning Xiaochuan did not engage in a direct confrontation with the White Fox Heir. Instead, he activated the swift movement technique "Rainbow Teleportation" and dashed into the palace.

It was said that the Heavenly Emperor's Divine Palace was the Heavenly Emperor's residence, where he had lived for a long time, leaving behind an indelible mark.

Any Martial Artist who entered the Heavenly Emperor's Divine Palace would feel the eternal imperial majesty, inspiring awe in their hearts and an irresistible urge to kneel on the steps and worship the divine emperor.

Ning Xiaochuan rushed into the first divine palace.

Inside the palace, bronze bookshelves were filled with ancient tomes and secret manuals—some made of tortoise shells, known as the "Turtle Shell Book," others radiant as the "Jade Book," and still others aged and weathered as the "Bone Book." There were also "Iron Scrolls" and "Golden Scriptures," numbering in the tens of millions.

Among them were:

Nine Swords of the Dao Treasury

Spiritual Pivot Scripture

Innate Technique

Heaven and Earth Profound Qi

The Heavenly Emperor was a figure who had ascended to godhood, invincible in the world, even slaying Quasi-Gods and forcing the ancestors of various sacred lands to bow their heads.

He had collected the techniques of major sects, sacred lands, and noble families, storing them in the first palace of the Heavenly Emperor's Divine Palace.

Naturally, none of the texts collected here were ordinary. Any single volume taken out would be considered a divine treasure.

Ning Xiaochuan attempted to pick up a stone book inscribed with Heaven and Earth Profound Qi, but the book seemed to weigh 500,000,000 kg. No matter how much strength he exerted, the book remained immovable.

This was a wisp of divine energy left behind by the Heavenly Emperor, guarding the treasures within the palace.

The White Fox Heir, who had chased him inside, was also stunned by the sight of these texts. Even it was tempted by the divine collection.

Unfortunately, like Ning Xiaochuan, it could not remove any of the books from the shelves.

The Heavenly Emperor had indeed left things behind for future generations, but only specific items. In truth, 99% of the objects in the divine palace were impossible for Martial Artists to take away.

Unwilling to give up, the White Fox Heir tried to retrieve a second text.

BOOM!

At that moment, a massive black demonic stele flew out from within the Heavenly Emperor's Divine Palace, its surface wrapped in icy chains, erupting with dark demonic light as it suppressed the White Fox Heir.

Ning Xiaochuan emerged from behind the bookshelves, glanced at the White Fox Heir pinned beneath the Annihilation Divine Monument, and then swiftly headed deeper into the palace.

He had only succeeded through a sneak attack, and even the power of the Annihilation Divine Monument could suppress the White Fox Heir for no more than nine breaths.

He had to use these "nine breaths" to find the Divine Blood left by the Heavenly Emperor.

If the White Fox Heir caught up, the Cloud Marquis, Prince Jindu, Ye Nan Tian, and others would soon arrive, making it nearly impossible for Ning Xiaochuan to seize the Divine Blood again.

The Small Red Dragon was even more anxious than Ning Xiaochuan, stretching its nose and sniffing vigorously. Suddenly, its eyes lit up, and it cried out, "Awoo! Awoo!"

It had discovered something and pointed Ning Xiaochuan in a direction.

Following the Small Red Dragon's guidance, Ning Xiaochuan passed through seven divine palaces and arrived at the edge of a lotus pond.

The pond was only about 10 meters long, its water crystal clear, emitting wisps of white mist. Through the haze, one could see the emerald-green lotus leaves floating on the surface.

The lotus pond was located outside the seventh divine palace, radiating immense Vital Qi.

The smoke condensed into small dragon-like forms, flying above the pond's surface, exuding an aura of spiritual energy, even baring their claws and fangs at Ning Xiaochuan.

"I knew you couldn’t be trusted. This is just a lotus pond. The Divine Blood isn’t here at all."

Ning Xiaochuan gave Small Red Dragon a light tap on the head, then suddenly narrowed his eyes and muttered to himself, "Wait a minute... Inside the Heavenly Emperor's Divine Palace, from beginning to end, there hasn’t been a single living creature in sight. So how have these lotus flowers in the pond thrived for millennia without withering? Where does their vitality come from?"