Chapter 1064 Today I Finally Know Who I Am

“Yuanshi Tianzun!” Looking at the young man before him, fear, panic, and unforgettable hatred flashed in the eyes of the Pure Yang Sect Leader. Without hesitation, the Pure Yang Sect Leader transformed into a starlight and fled. Immediately, the starlight rose by the window. Zhang Yuanqing's doppelganger held a small and exquisite glass罩 (zhào, cover) in his palm. This was a prop of the Void profession, its function being to seal space, specifically to restrain遁术 (dùn shù, escaping techniques).

"You can't escape."

Zhang Yuanqing smiled slightly, "I didn't expect you to hate me so much, Shizu (师祖, grand master), painstakingly investigating my identity. Ling Tuo and the Tai Sect Leader failed to do what you did. It's a pity this isn't a good thing."

"If you had just苟 (gǒu, lazed) in reality, I might have forgotten about a small character like you. You insisted on stirring things up, seeking death."

When his abilities were insufficient, Zhang Yuanqing only found the Pure Yang Sect Leader annoying. Night Watchers and Illusionists were the most苟 (gǒu, cautious) professions, and the Pure Yang Sect Leader was a dual-profession ancient cultivator, even more苟 (gǒu, cautious).

After becoming a Ruler, he lost his value and didn't even have the qualification to refine medicine. After advancing to the Lord of the Sun, he became even more of a nobody, someone he rarely thought about.

If he hadn't discovered that the Pure Yang Sect Leader had come into contact with his core secrets, Zhang Yuanqing might not have remembered him and settled accounts with him in the short term.

Zhang Yuanqing took out a porcelain bottle from his pocket, pulled out the cork, and sucked a few drops of golden blood from it into his mouth.

This was blood left behind by his main body.

At that moment, a sun mark appeared on his brow, a layer of gold paint emerged on his skin, his hair stood on end, entwined with golden light, and his pupils turned into bright, molten gold.

He relied on his main body's blood to briefly elevate his level, becoming a level nine Ruler.

In reality, with his doppelganger's combat power, killing the Pure Yang Sect Leader would have been more than enough.

But he didn't know when the Fear Angel would arrive, fearing that long nights bred dreams, and chose a quick battle to end it quickly.

A golden sun emerged behind Zhang Yuanqing's head. The Pure Yang Sect Leader, who had nowhere to retreat, had his vision filled with golden light, feeling as if his whole body, including his soul, was melting. He roared angrily, containing deep-seated hatred: "Yuanshi Tianzun!"

He didn't even know why he hated this young man so much. Apart from the grudges between them, it was more because he regarded him as the spokesperson of that unfilial disciple.

The spokesperson of the unfilial disciple he had personally taught and trained, who had ultimately buried him.

Awakening again after a thousand years, the meaning of the Pure Yang Sect Leader's life was revenge!

But the孽徒 (niè tú, sinful disciple) was hiding in the Lingjing (灵境) world, isolated from reality. Unless he advanced to Grand Immortal, revenge was destined to be empty talk. Therefore, after learning that the孽徒 (niè tú, sinful disciple) had accepted Yuanshi Tianzun as a closed-door disciple, he transferred the hatred in his heart to this extraordinarily talented young man.

Suddenly, the golden light that filled his vision disappeared.

The Pure Yang Sect Leader saw a familiar yet strange quiet desk, saw a young girl of three or four years old, wearing an embroidered silk skirt, standing respectfully in the room, her bright eyes full of admiration, asking in between: "Shizun (师尊, master), when can this disciple cultivate the Pure Yang Skill?"

He looked at the radiant and dignified Princess Di Ji, a smile appearing on his upright and majestic face: "Qing'er, to cultivate the Pure Yang Skill, you must first refine your heart. The Golden Crow is the messenger of the sun. The sun nurtures all things, with benevolence hidden within its fiery and unyielding nature, and dignity highlighted within its dominance. Therefore, you must first possess a firm and unwavering heart to be in harmony with the Pure Yang Divine Skill."

The girl tilted her head, frowned, and thought for a moment, saying: "But the rain-praying priest said that all things are like water, impermanent, ever-changing, and nothing is unchanging. How can one ensure that one always has a firm and unwavering heart? If one is no longer firm and unwavering, what should one do?"

The Pure Yang Sect Leader was silent for a few seconds, then slowly said: "Then one will lose the Dao (道, the Way) and become lost. Qing'er, you must remember, if you ever fall into the demonic path, Shizun (师尊, master) will definitely eliminate you from the sect."

The girl asked, "Then what if Shizun (师尊, master) falls into the demonic path?"

"Then you shall lead the disciples in the sect to eliminate me!" he said.

This conversation that transcended a thousand years suddenly appeared in his mind.

He remembered it all, remembered what he had said back then, remembered the sorrow and determination in the "sinful disciple's" eyes before he sealed him.

"Today I finally know who I am."

In the bedroom, the Pure Yang Sect Leader's body turned to ashes in the golden flames.

In a city full of dilapidated walls, Zhang Yuanqing put away the sun and looked at the Asura, whose whole body was burning with golden flames, burning his bones red, and said faintly: "Actually, if you killed the Fear Angel and seized his share of the authority, you would become the strongest demigod in the world. Neither I nor the Star Lord would be your opponents. Maybe I would have died in your hands tonight, and there would be no final battle. But it's very strange, there are only three stages of orderly demigods, capped at level 12, but you already possess the level 12 rank, yet the Illusionary Demon still has the demigod of Fear."

The Asura, engulfed in raging flames, stood proudly in the ruins. His flesh had been burned away, and mental fluctuations came from him: "There are three stages of orderly demigods, divided into levels 10, 11, and 12 depending on the amount of authority. Reaching level 12 is equivalent to piecing together all the authority. At that time, the authority will undergo a transformation and become a complete divinity, advancing to godhood!"

"The Free professions don't have a demigod stage. I possess a level 12 rank, but it doesn't mean I occupy two-thirds of the authority. It's just that my combat power exceeds that of a level 11 demigod. You think I have a level 12 rank, but I don't. A level 12 orderly demigod *is* a god. A god can kill me instantly."

"Gaining the authority of Fear will greatly increase my power, but it will never be possible to obtain a divinity and advance to godhood. And without achieving godhood, it is impossible to kill you. True gods, the gods of the Evil professions are still alive, so the Evil demigods can only obtain a portion of the power of the rules, but can never become gods. This is why the Evil professions don't have a demigod stage."

So, the true rank of the Asura is level 11, but his combat power is comparable to a level 12 orderly demigod. This is similar to the situation of the Wind and Thunder Twin Gods. The single rank of the Wind and Thunder Twin Gods is level 11, but after fusion, they possess combat power comparable to level 12, but they have not pieced together a complete divinity and are not considered gods.

Zhang Yuanqing sensed that the Pure Yang Sect Leader was dead and said faintly: "You can go back to the Lingjing (灵境) and tell the Star Lord that I will enter the dungeon within three days to kill him."

In a city in the northwest, in a suburban villa, the King of the Forest saw a sleeping female subordinate wake up first, rubbing her large, beautiful eyes and looking around blankly. She saw her leader staring at her coldly.

She quickly climbed up, panicking, "Guardian, I... I don't know why, I suddenly fell asleep." The handsome King of the Forest glanced at the eight female subordinates still asleep, frowning and said: "How did you wake up?"

"Why can't I wake up?" The female subordinate, who had just woken up, had a slow mind, her face full of confusion, not understanding what the Guardian meant.

"I, I don't know..." she stammered.

The King of the Forest thought for a few seconds and asked, "What did you dream about?"

These women were pulled into a dream by the Pure Yang Sect Leader. That crazy ancient cultivator was a Void Being, skilled in dream-related spells. The female subordinate held her head, her face showing pain, trying hard to recall: "I, I dreamt that I became an investigator, visited the home of a Songhai Middle School teacher, and got information from him... Yuanshi Tianzun's name is Zhang Yuanqing. He had a serious illness during the summer vacation of his first year of high school. Since then, his intelligence has been damaged, and he has become a fool."

"I also dreamed that a middle-aged woman was crying and saying to me that he, Zhang Yuanqing, and Lei Yibing disappeared four years ago..."

The more she spoke, the clearer her thoughts became. That dream seemed to have really happened, and many details were remembered along with it. The King of the Forest was becoming more and more horrified, his expression becoming more and more solemn. This was the information deliberately left behind by the Pure Yang Sect Leader, this was the important intelligence that the Pure Yang Sect Leader spoke of. He found out Yuanshi Tianzun's identity in reality...

The Asura didn't respond to Yuanshi Tianzun, watching him transform into golden light, escaping into the sky, disappearing into the darkness. The three-meter-tall skeleton stood荒荒 (huāng huāng, desolate), letting the flames burn. A few minutes later, the flames extinguished, and the red skeleton began to grow flesh, organs, and eyeballs...

In the space of a dozen breaths, the Asura returned to his original state, only his aura had declined slightly. As a melee profession with vigorous vitality, Yuanshi Tianzun's current rank was not enough to burn him to death in a short time.

Of course, he, who was once the strongest in the world, was no longer invincible.

At this time, the Fear Angel walked over, carrying a carbonized skeleton, and said in a deep voice: "The Pure Yang Sect Leader has been killed."

The Asura didn't respond, this was an expected event. The Fear Angel said helplessly: "That kid really doesn't care about any old feelings, I was almost burned to death by him." The Asura sounded muffled and stuffy, "If he hadn't shown mercy, there wouldn't have been an almost."

"Then what do we do now, it seems we can only give up the clue to the origin fragment of the sun." The Fear Angel said, his expression calm, without any signs of anger or frustration.

For the Illusionary Demon, fighting is a desire engraved in their bones, but the outcome of the war is not important. They only start wars and don't care about the ending of the war.

The Asura silently took out an old leather scroll, waited for a quarter of an hour, and entered the dream again. After a moment, he opened his eyes and said: "The Star Lord's revelation is to contact the troops of the Military God Sect..."

In Huacheng's western suburbs, which has high-end places such as memorial halls, forest parks, golf courses, and villa areas, Zhang Yuanqing landed with a clear goal in a large manor with an artificial lake. This is the permanent residence of Chris Gusta.

It is also the gathering place of the Gustav family, which once belonged to the chairman of the Celestial Punishment.

After Chris advanced to level eight Ruler, the Gustav chairman transferred ownership of the manor to Chris, and Chris drove the other members of the family out, enjoying the luxurious manor alone.

The reason for driving out the family members was related to him.

Chris wanted to spend some alone time with the Demon Lord, only lacking the last fragment in Chris's hand.