Chapter 2069: The Heavenly Path Library Leaks

Seal his cultivation!

Seeing him trapped in the giant net, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. One of the demigod warriors approached, fingers together, and pointed at Zhang Xuan.

Once struck, his cultivation would be immediately sealed, rendering him unable to use it.

Well timed!

Zhang Xuan murmured.

Three long swords appeared from nowhere, evolving into mysterious sword techniques. In an instant, they pierced through the back of the demigod, and with a light slash, the latter was cut in two.

With one sword stroke killing him, the giant net lost a source of power, akin to a formation losing a flag, and immediately became unstable.

The remaining nine demigod strongmen hurriedly channeled their power, attempting to stabilize it.

They moved quickly, but Zhang Xuan was faster. Like a fish, he darted out from the mesh, and while in midair, he flicked his fingers several times.

The long sword in his hand turned into a rain of swords, stabbing fiercely toward one of the demigod experts.

Among demigods, there are strong and weak. Through the power of the giant net, he could easily see that this one was the weakest of the remaining nine.

Risking himself to lure the first demigod into a trap, approaching him, ambushing and killing him, then, taking advantage of the flaw in the combined formation, ambushing the weakest...

How to fight, Zhang Xuan had already calculated before the battle.

If not prepared, how would he dare to risk coming here!

Puchi!

With four long swords combined with the divine sword intent, carrying an irresistible aura, the weakest demigod strongman had his chest pierced in an instant, then his throat hurt, and his head fell off.

Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, a celestial lord had killed two companions in succession. The remaining eight demigod temple warriors felt as if they were about to explode.

With the leader present, so many people besieging him, yet suffering such heavy losses, they felt utterly ashamed.

Boom boom boom!

Eight palms struck downward. The space within the hall seemed frozen, thick and immobile. Zhang Xuan roared, intending to summon the Black-backed Turtle and other beasts, but found that, like on the Heavenly Bridge, the beast pouch could not be opened.

Veins bulged on his forehead. He wielded the Tongchang Sword, and at the same time, an iron chain appeared before him, cooperating with a spear, stabbing fiercely toward the palm prints in the air.

Three demigod-level weapons combined, causing black cracks in space, like a stone falling into a pond, ripples spreading, and the sealed space was released.

Get down!

Using all his strength to split the space, he then realized that a demigod strongman had somehow arrived before him, his palm gently falling.

Bang!

Unable to dodge in time, he had to concentrate the power in his body on his chest.

But the opponent's palm force was too strong. With just one strike, two or three ribs broke, and he fell headlong from the air.

Two or three demigods, even four or five, he could handle. But ten demigods, all temple warriors, even with pure true energy and an extremely high understanding of combat, he still could not withstand them.

He crashed to the ground, blood spilling from the corner of Zhang Xuan's mouth. He wanted to resist further, but then saw an iron chain descending, binding him tightly.

"A Pseudo-God realm weapon?"

Feeling the iron chain tightening around him, Zhang Xuan clenched his fists, knowing his current strength was insufficient to break free.

This iron chain was the same as the one he had refined before, having reached the pseudo-god level, beyond what his current cultivation could escape.

"Surrounded by ten, and you still killed two. No wonder so many of my men have died at your hands... Truly the Chosen One, with strength beyond ordinary men!"

The figure above the flames glanced over calmly, showing no grief or anger at the loss of two subordinates.

"The Chosen One?"

Knowing escape was impossible, Zhang Xuan stopped struggling and quietly circulated his true energy to heal his injuries, while frowning.

"That's right. You must... possess the Heavenly Dao!"

The figure said lightly.

Zhang Xuan's body stiffened.

Only Luo Ruoxi knew about his possession of the Heavenly Dao Library; no one else was aware.

Yet this person could blurt it out... Was the leader of the Temple so terrifying?

Or... could the Library not be hidden from the gods?

He had just comprehended the Sword Intent of the Gods when the Temple attacked. He had thought they feared his growth and wanted to seize the 'God' character, but now it seemed that wasn't what they feared!

No matter how strong he became, what of it?

With a dozen or so pseudo-gods, even with the Sword Intent of the Gods, he would gain no advantage!

Moreover, the Temple had plenty of spiritual energy to help others break through to pseudo-god, so taking it away meant little... What truly moved them was likely the Library!

Thus, those who came to kill him were ordered to take him alive!

"Are you wondering how I know you possess the Heavenly Dao?"

Seeing his expression, the figure above the flames chuckled lightly.

Zhang Xuan did not answer, but looked over coldly.

"Only the Chosen One has such talent. In less than a month on the Abandoned Continent, you advanced from Ancient Sage to the peak of Immortal Monarch, defeating ordinary pseudo-gods!"

The figure continued, unperturbed: "Only you have such charisma, making the four great sects establish you as their leader, setting aside sectarian biases to unite! Am I right?"

Zhang Xuan narrowed his eyes: "What do you want?"

The figure said: "Some things you are not qualified to possess. Keeping them will only bring disaster. Give them to those who deserve them!"

He waved his hand.

Whoosh!

The surrounding pseudo-gods acted simultaneously. Zhang Xuan immediately felt a tremendous force surge over, enveloping him, and his body involuntarily floated up, flying to one side.

After flying a short distance, he landed on a stone step, in front of which was a small round platform.

Zhang Xuan's face darkened. "This is... the altar of the Star-Seeking Palace? You captured Palace Master Du?"

He had seen this object in Jiang Yao's hands before.

It was precisely the altar of the Star-Seeking Palace, taken away by Palace Master Du Qingyuan. After Palace Master Du disappeared, he had ascended to the position of sect leader. Now, the altar appeared... Could it be that Palace Master Du had been captured by the other party?

"Sacrifice!"

Too lazy to answer, the figure let out a low shout. Countless treasures fell upon the altar, and then a woman abruptly appeared within the great hall, chanting in a special language.

Zhang Xuan looked at the woman—it was none other than the one summoned by Chen Yonghuang before, the former palace master of the Star-Seeking Palace, Du Qingyuan!

At this moment, Du Qingyuan seemed to have lost her own consciousness, her eyes tightly shut. The sacrificial language flowed continuously from her mouth, devoid of any emotion.

Whoosh!

Accompanying the language, the flames on the altar burned incessantly. Above the temple, a massive black hole slowly appeared, as if connecting to a higher world, eerie and unfathomable.

"Rise!"

With a soft cry from Du Qingyuan, Zhang Xuan flew up and gently landed on top of the altar.

The flames burrowed into his body. He expected to be scorched, but instead found no heat at all—rather, there was a warm sensation, as if trying to separate his soul from his flesh.

"What are you trying to do?"

Zhang Xuan frowned.

Although he had read all the books in the Star-Seeking Palace and knew a great deal about the sacrifices of the Alien Spirit Tribe, this particular sacrificial method was something he had never encountered, nor even heard of!

A normal sacrifice offers treasures to the gods in exchange for greater power or information, but this one was clearly different.

It seemed he was being used as an offering for some ulterior purpose.

Sizzle!

The flames continuously scorched his body. As Zhang Xuan was wondering, he saw that the leader of the temple in the distance, originally a faint shadow, gradually became solid.

"This is... drawing out my power?"

Zhang Xuan's pupils constricted.

He finally understood the other party's purpose for the sacrifice.

It was not to worship the gods, nor to gain greater strength, but to extract his power into the other's body, completely replacing him!

"Could it be... he knows I have the Library of Heaven's Path and wants to replace my life?"

His eyes narrowed.

No wonder this fellow needed the altar of the Star-Seeking Palace and didn't hesitate to seize it by force. It seemed he intended to use the mysterious power generated by the sacrifice to replace himself and take control of the Library of Heaven's Path!

Although he didn't know the principle behind this sacrifice, he felt his strength continuously weakening... which meant the other party might very well succeed!

Hum!

Just as Zhang Xuan felt his body might be burned to ashes by the flames at any moment and disappear, the pendant on his chest suddenly flashed with dazzling light.

Pfft!

The figure on the flame turned pale, and the flames beneath his feet flickered unsteadily, as if about to be extinguished at any moment.

"What's going on?"

His face darkening, the figure quickly looked up, reached out with a hand, and grabbed the pendant in his palm.

Sizzle!

"Ah..."

As if burned by charcoal, wisps of black smoke rose from the figure's body.

"Damn it..."

He grabbed at the pendant again.

After several attempts, each time he seemed to be burned, he dared not approach anymore.

"I don't believe that if I kill you, I can't exchange!"

Seeing that the flames on the altar were about to burn out and would soon extinguish, and that if he didn't decide now, this sacrifice would end in failure, the figure let out an angry snort.

Whoosh!

Eight pseudo-god realm experts, receiving the order, acted simultaneously.

In an instant, the power of the eight gathered together, forming a powerful sword qi that stabbed straight toward Zhang Xuan's throat.

If struck, needless to say, he would surely die!

Boom!

At that moment, the temple's gate was blasted open by a tremendous force, and a figure abruptly appeared inside the hall, pointing a finger forward.

Bang!

The sword qi formed by the eight pseudo-god experts immediately dissipated. The eight turned pale and spat out blood.

"It's you..."

The figure on the flame, seeing the suddenly appearing person, struck down with a palm.

The person met the palm with his own.

Bang!

The two forces collided, and both stepped back simultaneously.

The charging figure narrowed his eyes, grabbed the air, and Zhang Xuan was enveloped by a force and brought to his side.

"Let's go!"

The figure slapped backward, a massive palm print surging through the temple, blocking the charging pseudo-god warriors, while he himself, with a light flicker, rushed out with Zhang Xuan, disappearing from the bridge of the Heavenly Passage in the blink of an eye.

"Chase!"

Behind them came the figure's furious voice.