Chapter 881: The Book of Life and Death

A luxurious palace, resplendent and magnificent, this was a huge estate, prosperous and beautiful, decorated with extreme extravagance.

But inside the palace it was pitch black, with a chilling, eerie atmosphere. At this moment, the door was opened, and sunlight refracted inside. Though the gloom dissipated somewhat, it revealed a person with disheveled hair.

The person who came was trembling all over. This was the former Red-robed Great教主. Ever since he obtained an ancient Chinese artifact decades ago, he had become like this.

Many thought he had gone mad, but anyone who said he was mad would die mysteriously the next day, lifeless, with almost no discernible cause of death, as if their soul had been taken.

This person was a high-ranking official of a certain nation, wielding immense power, but he was extremely afraid of the Great教主. Trembling, he approached and said respectfully, “Esteemed教主, our country is in trouble and needs your help.”

With disheveled hair and bloodshot eyes, the other raised his head to glance at him, then said eerily, “Is the price ready?”

The country needed help, yet he demanded a price. If it were anyone else, they would have vanished from the face of the earth, but he dared not defy him.

“One hundred young women, ready.” He stammered a little. The price for help was living human beings. Though he did not know what he intended to do, he was very clear that these hundred people would not live for many days.

“Very well, speak his name.” The Red-robed Great教主 seemed somewhat satisfied, and said darkly.

“Yang Tian and Qing Xiaoyue, a man and a woman!” At these words, the man became even more terrified, more than when facing the Red-robed Great教主. Even the name frightened him greatly.

He had seen with his own eyes that when this man stomped his foot, the entire base was reduced to ashes. This was truly godlike power. The nation sensed the crisis and was willing to pay any price to eliminate him.

"He's Chinese. Didn't I tell you not to provoke that country? They're not to be trifled with!" the Red-Robed Pope's heavy voice sounded.

He had once visited Wudang Mountain. A young Taoist had provoked him, and the Red-Robed Pope, instantly enraged, killed him. But unexpectedly, this stirred an old Taoist to emerge, and he barely escaped with his life.

That old Taoist was terrifying; with each pointing finger, he nearly pierced through his forehead. If not for an ancient Chinese treasure he had obtained, he would have been finished.

"Your Holiness, this time it concerns the nation's survival. We have prepared a thousand young men!" Though puzzled why the Red-Robed Pope feared people from that country, he still spoke with a flattering smile.

"A thousand, very good." The Red-Robed Pope nodded, his face full of arrogance. "Get out. Soon you'll hear of his death."

"Thank you, Your Holiness, thank you." He quickly nodded, stepped back with a delighted expression, and closed the door.

"Qing Xiaoyue, Yang Tian!" The Red-Robed Pope gave a cold, sinister smile, somewhat ferocious, yet he still feared the Taoists of ancient China—those people were truly terrifying.

"Once I refine the Book of Life and Death, I will definitely visit ancient China to avenge this humiliation!"

The Red-Robed Pope's somber voice rang out. In his hand was a pitch-black book, and on it were engraved three chilling ancient characters: Book of Life and Death!

This item had circulated many times since the outbreak of the World War, eventually falling into the Red-Robed Pope's hands. He had studied it for decades before finding a clue.

But that clue had frightened him greatly—this thing could actually determine life and death!

After learning this tremendous secret, he secretly studied ancient Chinese culture, consulted many ancient texts, and discovered that this item was the legendary Book of Life and Death from the myth of the Netherworld. By writing a name on it, one could decide a person's life and death!

These matters of the mythical age actually appeared in real society. The Red-Robed Archbishop was greatly frightened, and he also understood that this thing, in the era of the Investiture of the Gods, ranked alongside the Earth Book, the Investiture List, and the Book of Life and Death as the Three Books of Heaven, Earth, and Man!

Determining life and death, governing all gods, commanding all things—the Three Books were Chaos treasures!

With trembling hands, the Red-Robed Archbishop opened the Book of Life and Death. On a blank page, he took out a brush, a very ancient brush, originally looted from ancient China by the great powers during the World War.

He knew that the Book of Life and Death required the Judge's Brush, but he had never found one, so he had to use a substitute.

"Yang Tian, Qing Xiaoyue, is it? I like this woman's name!" The Red-Robed Archbishop, like the King of Hell, held the power over life and death. His ambition was immense—he wanted to become the supreme ruler of heaven and earth!

Three horizontal strokes and one vertical stroke. The Red-Robed Archbishop took up the brush, wrote the character 'Qing', and then began to inscribe the smaller characters.

Far away in that desert, Yang Tian had already left. Now he had returned to Mount Tai, his speed terrifyingly fast.

"Brother Yang Tian, what if they come again? Xiaoyue is scared." Seeing that he was going into seclusion again, Qing Xiaoyue pouted her lips, very unwilling.

She didn't know anyone else here. Five days had been unbearably boring, and she didn't want to stay.

Hearing this, Yang Tian hesitated for a moment, then said, "No, my injuries can be suppressed here. I need to cultivate for a while. Otherwise, I'll send you back to your hometown."

"Ah, I don't want to go back, I won't go back." Qing Xiaoyue acted spoiled, saying, "Let's go somewhere to play. Maybe we can find a place like that. I heard Kunlun Mountain is where the immortals live. Let's go there, okay?"

"What? Kunlun Mountain!" Yang Tian was shocked. He suddenly thought of the big black bear—wasn't its Purple Gold Bell obtained from Kunlun Mountain?

In the past, the great black bear had used the Purple Gold Bell, and Yang Tian remembered it well. That artifact was too terrifying, attacking on its own; he felt it was not inferior to a divine object!

The great black bear had also said that it was the Purple Gold Bell that brought him to that world, and that he had obtained it from Kunlun Mountain!

"Could it be that the great black bear came out of here?" Yang Tian clicked his tongue, realizing that this world hid many unknown secrets.

"Alright then, let's go to Kunlun Mountain first. Let's go." Yang Tian smiled, greatly interested in that place.

Qing Xiaoyue was trembling all over, her face very pale, her pupils dim, and her body seemed to have its vitality drained away, as if she were about to die.

She collapsed to the ground. There was a strange force in the world that stirred her life force and seized her soul, extremely terrifying.

"What's going on!" Yang Tian was startled. Qing Xiaoyue seemed to be dying of old age, her vitality nearly gone.

With a bang, his palm turned golden, and he struck out, suppressing the void around him. His eyes blazed with divine light, seeing through the void to find out who was causing trouble.

Qing Xiaoyue seemed to be afflicted by something sinister, her life force dissipating like that of an aged old man.

The sinister event was very strange. Yang Tian suppressed the void with a palm strike, yet he could not see any change, and Qing Xiaoyue's life force continued to be drained.

"You're asking for death!" Yang Tian roared, his aura terrifying, golden blood rumbling. Then, a vast life force surged from his palm and gathered toward her delicate body.

"Brother Yang Tian, Xiaoyue feels like she's dying." Qing Xiaoyue was in great pain, feeling as if her soul was being taken away by something, utterly weak and powerless.

"Don't talk nonsense. You'll be fine." Yang Tian flipped his palm, and the sea of merit boiled, sealing Qing Xiaoyue's body to prevent any sinister occurrence.