Chapter 495: Chapter 335: Killing Machine
The outcome of this war for the Immortal Alliance, whether it is victory or defeat, Chu Zheng does not care.
What makes him somewhat restless is that if the Immortal Alliance loses in the subsequent Dao War, his own situation will become extremely troublesome.
Both the Martial Hall and the Myriad Realms now want to kill him, and if the Immortal Alliance falls into disadvantage in the war, or even faces extermination, his space for survival will once again be compressed.
At that time, the Chaos Sea and the Vast Universe will be the only two choices, in other words, to become Zhao Tingxian or Shang Cangyun.
However, he may not necessarily succeed in emulating the paths of these two, and currently, there’s an uncertain factor with Ancestral Daoist Venerable Zheng Chu in the Chaos Sea.
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His choices have further narrowed, and the Great Universe will no longer have a place for him.
Especially the Martial Hall, if one says there might still be a sliver of possibility for acceptance from the Immortal Alliance and the Myriad Realms, the Martial Hall will absolutely not let him go.
As a Qi Cultivator who also practices cultivation, neither path is tolerable for the Martial Hall, evident from their direct deployment of a Great Saint of Martial Path to kill him.
Chu Zheng looked around, more than ten Mechas silently surrounded him amidst the ice-cold, dead silence of space, not revealing any fluctuation of Qi.
Slender battle sabers have already been drawn, peculiarly patterned prisms wrap around the massive Mechas, constantly shifting and refracting starlight into beams, forming a dazzling prison that tightly besieges Chu Zheng.
“Chu Zheng, your Qi Refinement’s Cultivation has reached this level, although under fifty years old, you must understand the method of incarnation through tribulations, having spent many years in the Chaos Sea and not inexperienced, some principles, you should understand,”
“If you have advanced so quickly in Qi Refining, with a talent and comprehension uncommon among people, still, don’t stray onto the wrong path.”
Jiang Qingfeng’s expression was cold and stern, but he did not rush to act, his tone slightly deepened:
“I’ll tell you the truth, the ultimate victor of the Dao War, although it might not be the Myriad Realms, will certainly not be the Immortal Alliance either. You practice both Qi Refining and Immortal Path, needlessly entangling yourself in numerous causations, why bother? Better to join the Myriad Realms, perhaps you can find temporary peace.”
“Peace? We are both Qi Cultivators, who can give Qi Cultivators peace?”
Chu Zheng shook his head, then said earnestly:
“If you can swear by the name of Ancestral Dao that from now on, the lineage of Shangqing Daojun will keep me safe, I can join the Myriad Realms, and even fight for the Myriad Realms.”
This wasn’t a joke, the Immortal Alliance and Myriad Realms, in his view, had no difference; siding with either, the things he must do were thoroughly the same, what he seeks now is nothing but a place to live and establish himself.
Perhaps Shang Cangyun thought the same, even though there’s much injustice within the Immortal Alliance, he still fought for the Immortal Alliance for tens of thousands of years, taking countless lives.
The number of the Myriad Realm beings that died by Shang Cangyun’s hand, is already uncountable.
There are too many things in this world, not something that you can simply choose not to do.
Jiang Qingfeng fell silent, naturally he wouldn’t desecrate the Ancestral Dao by swearing lightly.
The reason for wanting to recruit Chu Zheng was also because his talent was too great, and with dual cultivation paths, perhaps they could find some new weaknesses about the Immortal Path from him, to hold some advantage in the upcoming Dao War.
A 42-year-old True Immortal, even if the Qi Refining Lineage was willing, the other Taoist Orthodoxy of the Myriad Realms, might not necessarily let Chu Zheng go.
Moreover, what Chu Zheng just said was not wrong, Qi Cultivators, are ultimately Qi Cultivators, naturally entangled in trials, why would they attract much causation and expect Shangqing Daojun himself to guarantee their safety, it’s like a fanciful dream.
Even if Chu Zheng is unusually talented, frankly speaking, it holds no meaning for the current situation of the Myriad Realms, the current battle can’t wait for Chu Zheng to grow up.
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The overall situation isn’t something a few beings can influence, even Ancestral Realm experts can’t, unless… it’s Ancestral Dao.
But currently, Ancestral Dao has long disappeared, even rumors circulating that Ancestral Dao didn’t survive the great calamity and has fallen.
These messages, true or false, are difficult for people to discern, never has there been definite evidence.
Within the Myriad Realms, many Ancestral Dao Golden Bodies still exist, indicating that Ancestral Dao is indeed still alive, this is the only belief supporting the Daoist Sect cultivators, and the only hope for the Myriad Realms to win this war.
Amid the silence, Jiang Qingfeng suddenly reacted, looking up somewhat surprised:
“How do you know I am a disciple of the Shangqing Daojun lineage?”
Chu Zheng did not speak any further, his gaze fixed on a mecha right in front of him.
The next moment, using Shrinking Earth into Inches, space folded, and with one step forward, his figure appeared right in front of the mecha, his Jade Mace glowing with Immortal Light, its divine radiance exploding.
The mecha, flickering with red and blue microlights, reacted extremely quickly. Even before Chu Zheng’s Tianxuan Mace could fall, its Particle Battle Saber had already slashed through the void, targeting Chu Zheng, while thirty-six Defensive Prisms filled with Energy Recharge were activated, surrounding its side, circulating endlessly.
The moment it wielded its saber, Chu Zheng suddenly felt a bone-chilling killing intent from the mecha in front of him, as if it had turned into a deity of slaughter holding a cleaver, its blade wrapping with burning starfire.
The battle saber hummed, its particle-formed blade vibrating at an imperceptible frequency, leaving a distinct spatial crack in the starry sky.
This was a saber technique, a clearly visible Martial Path killing skill, straightforward and fiercely peerless, with no superfluous movements.
Facing the sweeping battle saber, Chu Zheng acted as if he hadn’t noticed, his Jade Mace showed no hesitation and smashed head-on.
Block—
A glazed Jade Wall emerged, blocking in front of him, intercepting the blade light, while the Jade Mace descended with the force of thunder onto the mecha.
The Defensive Prisms exhausted their energy in attempts to dissolve the Immortal Power attaching to the Jade Mace, yet ultimately failed to take effect.
Crack, crack, crack—
The thirty-six prisms, even when layered, couldn’t withstand a single moment, they were pierced through by a strike.
The prisms shattered, and the Jade Mace continued unabated, smashing into the massive head of the mecha.
Boom!
The mecha, over seventy zhang tall, burst apart, its liquid metal splashing everywhere like fresh blood.
Chu Zheng’s Spiritual Perception flickered, suddenly sensing a dangerous aura; without any hesitation, he immediately moved through the void and retreated.
As his figure vanished, millions of blue flame rays swept past, instantly turning the entire void into a sieve.
These originated from those prisms; apart from defense, this was also an attack method of these mechas.
Caught off guard, Chu Zheng couldn’t completely dodge; a few rays grazed his arm, piercing through the self-protective Immortal Light, leaving deep, bone-visible wounds, the flesh blurred.
The mecha he had just shattered seemed to turn into lumps of flesh and blood, twisting and convulsing, quickly regrouping, and soon returned to its original form.
During this process, the light engulfing its side dimmed considerably, clearly having used up much energy.
Some liquid gold stuck onto the Jade Mace was also twisting and attempting to return to its original form and reassemble.
Chu Zheng’s mind slightly moved, and in an instant, the Samadhi True Fire ignited, burning the adhered bits of liquid gold to nothing.
At the same time, the other mechas changed form; the liquid metal began to shrink, in an instant, their seventy zhang tall figures reduced by a hundred times, not even a zhang tall, more human-like, their auras in the unseen becoming even more dangerous.
Seeing this, Jiang Qingfeng’s expression shifted. His figure blended into the starry sky and quietly left the battlefield.
Chu Zheng’s brow furrowed slightly, sensing a tough challenge.
These mechas, not needing living creatures’ control, were similar to Immortal Path puppets, but their combat ability was incomparable.
Immortal Path forged puppets are essentially magic treasures, needing Immortal Power as energy drive, and if not controlled by Divine Sense, their combat mode is very single and much less effective.
Yet these mechas effortlessly used Martial Path assassination techniques, acting as emotionless killing machines, swift and indifferent to life and death.
Additionally, these mechas equipped with artificial intelligence demonstrated a high level of combat wisdom, unmatched by ordinary beings.
Boom!
A thunderous roar came from afar; Chu Zheng looked around and suddenly realized that these mechas were far more numerous than he thought. Within his sight, many cultivators of the Immortal Alliance had these monsters by their side.
The entire battlefield had been thrown into complete chaos by these emotionless killing machines, and some beings from the Myriad Realms had already begun a fiercely crazy counterattack supported by these mechas.