“Lord Hornless willingly surrendered to become a Celestial Captive. He gave up his life to assist the Empress in accomplishing that great feat,” said Pan Ruo.

Pan Ruo didn’t hide her admiration for her breathtaking face.

She admired those who dared to sacrifice themselves to accomplish great things and give more people a better future.

Zhang Ruochen said, “It’s not easy for a cultivator to cultivate from a mortal to Banshi Isshou Realm. Is it worth it to sacrifice everything?”

Pan Ruo said, “Yes.

“Even the Empress is not sure if the Grand Supreme Master is still alive. Maybe his sacrifice is not worth it at all.”

Pan Ruo’s tone was firm. She added, “Even if it’s just a one-in-a-million chance, it’s worth it. If I die, I can play a role in saving the Grand Supreme Master. I will give up my life without hesitation and have no regrets.”

“Just like when you gave yourself to Chi Yao?” Zhang Ruochen asked.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Pan Ruo replied.

“It seems that you’ve lost a lot of your memories,” Zhang Ruochen said.

Pan Ruo said, “I don’t care what memories you want me to remember, but I know that the Empress did the right thing. She has a heavy responsibility on her shoulders. She’s stronger than anyone else. She can face all the joys and sorrows of the world.

“Zhang Ruochen, you are not like her. You are not as strong as her. You still don’t know where your future leads you.”

“Really?” Zhang Ruochen seemed to be asking himself.

Pan Ruo asked, “Do you have a dream?

“Do you have an ultimate goal?

“What kind of life do you think you should live in the future?”

Then Pan Ruo added, “You did not. You’re just walking on the path that others want you to walk on. The path that the Shengming Empire’s old cadre wants you to take, the path that Moon Goddess wants you to take, the path that Blood Empress wants you to take, the path that Wargod Bloodximius wants you to take…

“But I’m different. I always know what I want to do, what I’m doing, and what cultivation means.”

Qi Yang, who was kneeling by the side, finally understood the meaning of curiosity kills a cat. His entire body was trembling. He only felt that his death was imminent.

What did these secrets have to do with him?

He didn’t want to know at all.

If he had known earlier, he wouldn’t have entered The Altar of Death, much less enter Pan Ruo’s Realm of Trueself.

Now, he couldn’t escape even if he wanted to.

Zhang Ruochen didn’t have any intentions of targeting Pan Ruo. The two of them were old friends. They might even be old lovers.

“Your Highness Pan Ruo, Supreme Saint Ruochen, you two are people with great supernatural powers. Why don’t you erase this memory of mine? If it doesn’t work, erase all my memories. Then I won’t know anything!” Qi Yang begged.

Zhang Ruochen closed his eyes and remained silent.

Pan Ruo sighed. “Lord Hornless doesn’t know that you’re working with the Empress. Before he became a Celestial Captive, he received a mission to die at my hands. He’ll do his best to cooperate with me and take first place in the Battle of Celestial-Hunting.”

Zhang Ruochen finally opened his eyes. They shone with a fiery light. He said, “You can kill a Banshi Isshou Realm Supreme Saint?”

“Of course, I can’t kill a Banshi Isshou Realm Supreme Saint with just my cultivation. But I can use the Compass of Destiny to control this Altar of Death and combine the power of 300 Deathkin Supreme Saints. That power is enough to kill anyone on the Battlefield of Celestial-Hunting,” said Pan Ruo. She had an aura as strong as a mountain.

Zhang Ruochen said, “The Spirits of the gods are all paying attention to the Battlefield of Celestial-Hunting. No matter how real your acting is, there must be a god who will see through it.”

Pan Ruo said, “So this battle must be carried out on the seventh Dark Star. The seventh Dark Star contains a huge amount of energy. It’s enough to avoid the Mystic Eye of Myriad Realms, and it can also deceive the gods’ senses and predictions.”

“What if the gods’ spiritual power is strong enough?” Zhang Ruochen asked.

Pan Ruo shook her head slightly, “Impossible!” She said, “The distance between the Battlefield of Celestial-Hunting and the Fane of Destiny was very far, to begin with. It was hundreds of millions of miles away, and it was difficult for the gods’ senses to reach it. With the influence of the Dark Star’s energy, no matter how strong the spiritual power is, it will be useless.”

“It’s not that simple. Let me do it!” Zhang Ruochen said.

Pan Ruo said, “Indeed, you should do it. All the points will be given to you, and you will definitely be first in the Battle of Celestial-Hunting. However, if you can’t do it by yourself, The Altar of Death can help you.”

Zhang Ruochen’s eyes were determined. He shook his head and said, “I told you not to get involved, so don’t get involved.”

Pan Ruo frowned and said, “You can’t be his opponent. If you try to be brave, you will only die. Since you’re here, come with me. Use The Altar of Death and fight on the seventh Dark Star. Lord Hornless will recognize you as long as you’re with me.”

“Don’t think of the gods of the Infernal Court as simple. We shouldn’t be close. Being enemies is good for everyone.”

Zhang Ruochen looked at the white rain in the sky and said, “Let me out. It’s time to go. If you don’t, those who are looking at the Mystic Eye of Myriad Realms will think that I’ve really done something to you!”

“Right! I’ll think carefully about what you asked me.”

…

The Altar of Death was made of more than 1.7 million saint corpses. It was magnificent and saint light shot into the sky. Before it could operate, the power it released made even the Saint Soul of the Supreme Saint feel uneasy and trembling.

The number one powerful figure of the Deathkin, Supreme Saint Yuan Fei, was a young man who looked quite elegant.

He stood below The Altar of Death, and his body was filled with pride, he said, “Only on the Battlefield of Celestial-Hunting can such a majestic altar be built. If it were any other place, I’m afraid that they would have to kill all the living beings in a Macroworld to build it. From today onwards, we Deathkin will dominate the Battlefield of Celestial-Hunting.”

A purple-haired girl with a green-gold staff came to the side of the Supreme Saint Yuan Fei, she reported excitedly, “The Altar of Death has been completed. A total of 1,790,000,000 secret engravings have been carved on it. It can absorb the dark energy released by the Dark Star and convert it into offensive and defensive power. Now, we can enter the dark space and conquer all the Celestial Captives.”

Around the altar, the Deathkin Supreme Saints were ecstatic. Their faces were filled with anticipation.

Today, the Deathkin would shake the Battlefield of Celestial-Hunting. All the cultivators in the entire Infernal Court would be in awe of them.

Next, they could use the power of The Altar of Death to take care of the Immortal Vampires and fight against the Yanluo clan. In the end, the Deathkins would have the last laugh in the Battle of Celestial-Hunting.

Supreme Saint Yuan Fei asked, “Is Her Highness Pan Ruo in the altar?”

“Yes!” the purple-haired girl replied.

After some thought, the purple-haired girl said, “Yuan Mo and Qi Yang are in there too.”

“What are they doing in there?” Supreme Saint Yuan Fei asked.

The altar was filled with the Precepts and the arcane runes of death. If cultivators who were not familiar with the altar entered, it would be very dangerous.

BOOM!

A deafening sound came from inside the altar.

The ground shook and the small asteroid beneath the feet of the cultivators of the three upper clans was shaken until it deviated from its trajectory. The asteroid showed signs of cracking.

Supreme Saint Yuan Fei’s expression changed and he was about to charge into the gray door of light beneath the altar.

BOOM!

The door of light shattered.

The dense cracks in space passed through the door and there were more than a hundred of them. They were like inch-long flying knives that crashed into Supreme Saint Yuan Fei’s body.

It was too fast!

Supreme Saint Yuanfei couldn’t avoid them. Five bloody holes appeared on his body.

Fortunately, he had activated the Supreme Artifact, The Scroll of Truth and Deceit, in time so he wasn’t hit by more Dimensional Rifts.

However, the purple-haired girl standing not far from him wasn’t so lucky. Hundreds of Dimensional Rifts struck her. Her slim figure was like a sieve. She was launched over ten miles away.

Supreme Saint Yuanfei gave the purple-haired girl a glance. His face was riddled with blue veins. “The Power of Dimension…” he roared. “That’s the presence of Zhang Ruochen. Immediately activate The Altar of Death.”

Boom

Another loud sound.

The altar was made of more than 1.7 million saint corpses shattered with a bang. The corpses were thrown into the sky like crushed stones.

The 1.790 million Death arcane runes had yet to display their full potential before they started to crack.

A powerful dimensional storm erupted from the center of the altar like a tsunami. It hit the bodies of the three hundred Deathkin Supreme Saints and sent them flying.

Some of their muscles and bones were injured by the Dimensional Rifts. Some of their bodies were deformed by the chaotic space.

Crack!

The asteroid couldn’t withstand the impact of such a powerful force. It cracked and shattered.

Not only the Deathkin Supreme Saints but also all of them were dumbfounded!

The Supreme Saints of the Nether Clan and the Stone Clan were also at a loss. They didn’t know what had happened and were in a panic.

Zhang Ruochen held a corpse in his hand and flew up from the collapsed Altar of Death. He floated 10,000 meters away from Supreme Saint Yuan Fei, he raised his voice and said, “Last time, you three upper clans plotted against me and wanted to kill me. Today, I’ll return the favor.”

Then, he threw the corpse in his hand at Supreme Saint Yuanfei.

The corpse was wrapped in the Divine Purification Flame. When it fell in front of Supreme Saint Yuanfei, it was only burned to the bones.

Supreme Saint Yuanfei sensed the aura on the corpse. It belonged to Qi Yang.

Supreme Saint Yuanfei’s state of mind was originally very profound, but now, he was furious. He gritted his teeth and asked, “Where is Yuan Mo?”

Zhang Ruochen didn’t answer him. He spread his ten golden wings and flew away.

Supreme Saint Yuanfei and Deathkin’s Supreme Saint attacked together. They cast killing saint techniques one after another.

Unfortunately, Zhang Ruochen was too fast. After the killing saint techniques flew out, they had already lost sight of him.

Pan Ruo’s face was pale, and there was blood at the corner of her mouth. She flew out of the ruined Altar of Death. She was so weak that she almost fell to the ground, “Zhang Ruochen’s Thirty-six Formless Transmogrification is too powerful,” she said. “He turned into Yuan Mo and came back with Qi Yang. He hid it from me. It’s all my fault. I shouldn’t have let my guard down. I never thought that Zhang Ruochen would be so bold to break into the gathering place of the cultivators of the three upper clans.”

The Supreme Saints of the Stone Clan and the Nether Clan rushed over. They stared at the destroyed Altar of Death in a daze.

Supreme Saint Yuan Fei suppressed the killing intent in his heart and comforted her. “It’s not your fault. There are many powerful figures in the Yanluo clan. They all suffered because of Zhang Ruochen’s Shapeshifting technique, not to mention Qi Yang leading the way.

“Qi Yang must know that Zhang Ruochen had transformed into Yuan Mo’s figure. He caused all the Supreme Saints of the Deathkin to lose everything. He deserves to die.”

A Supreme Saint of the Deathkin gnashed his teeth. He wanted to whip the Supreme Saint bone on the ground.

Que Fei, who was wearing the Armor of Darkness, said, “Zhang Ruochen destroyed The Altar of Death. He must be worried that we will use The Altar of Death to deal with the Immortal Vampires in the future.

“Since Zhang Ruochen is here, it means that the Battle of the second Dark Star has ended. The Immortal Vampires must have set the seventh Dark Star as their next target. We can’t delay any longer. We have to act immediately.”

A Stone Clan Supreme Saint said, “Without The Altar of Death, what should we do if we meet Lord Hornless?”

“As long as the three upper clans can summon ten Supreme Saints at the Great Perfection stage of the Hundred-Shackle Realm to activate The Scroll of Truth and Deceit with me, it will be enough to trap Lord Hornless for a while. Don’t be too concerned,” Supreme Saint Yuan Fei said.

Que Fei said, “I just got word that Wujiang has emerged from the Nether Clan’s home planet’s underground. He’s fully recovered and is on his way to the seventh Dark Star. He’ll be able to meet us soon.”

The news that Wujiang was on his way boosted the morale of the cultivators of the three upper clans, who had recently suffered a setback.

“Wujiang’s injuries have healed so quickly. He might have gotten an opportunity from his home planet.”

“Great! Wujiang’s heart is strong. This time, he will undoubtedly fight Zhang Ruochen and avenge himself.”

“Someone can stop Wujiang as long as he comes, even if he runs into Lord Hornless.”

A top-notch powerhouse represented not only a powerful fighting force but also the spiritual support of countless cultivators.

Just like Zhang Ruochen to the Immortal Vampires and Luo Shengtian to the Rakshasas, as long as they were here, the cultivators of the clan would be full of confidence and fighting spirit.

…

Zhang Ruochen went to meet Lord Bladehell after leaving the broken asteroid.

After flying for a while, Zhang Ruochen found Lord Bladehell in a crimson fog of stars.

Lord Bladehell had silver hair, his figure was tall and straight, and he had a dignified aura. He asked, “Supreme Saint Ruochen, you came back so quickly. How is it? Has The Altar of Death been destroyed?”

“Yes!”

Zhang Ruochen was still deep in thought. He answered casually.

Suddenly, Zhang Ruochen felt something was wrong. His eyes became sharp. He glared at Lord Bladehell and said, “How do you know about The Altar of Death? Who are you?”

Whoosh

Zhang Ruochen moved in a flash and crossed a hundred feet in an instant. With his five fingers, he grabbed Lord Bladehell’s neck.

The three upper clans had been acting in secret. Before Zhang Ruochen went to the rock asteroid, he had no idea that they were building The Altar of Death.

Lord Bladehell had no way of knowing.

Lord Bladehell’s body exploded, transforming into a ball of crimson gas.

A long hair fell from the gas.

“It’s fake,” said Zhang Ruochen.

Zhang Ruochen was surprised. Although he had been thinking about what Pan Ruo had said and was a little absent-minded, he had been fooled by a single hair. It could be seen from this that the caster must be a person of great skill.

Zhang Ruochen immediately released his spiritual power to check his surroundings. He was secretly relieved that he did not find an ambush.

He twirled the strand of hair and a series of Precepts of Truth appeared in his eyes. He raised his head to look around and said, “So it’s you. Your Thousand-illusion has become even more brilliant. Come out!”