Chapter 222

Chapter 222: It’s Her! No One Else

Bang!

The green mountain surpassed even the Crimson Sun Divine Rod.

It was something far greater than a boundless artifact, surpassing even the so-called holy weapons.

Its mysterious, unfathomable nature was incomparable.

Though Zhang Yang had never learned how to harness its power, he knew one thing—its inner strength was so great that even the terrifying saint Ghost King Yingtian had struggled against it.

And now, it struck God King Taiyi.

The once unshakable divine king tilted his head back.

The purple hair that had ensnared countless holy weapons and treasures suddenly released them.

Seizing the opportunity, Zhang Yang grabbed the Crimson Sun Divine Rod.

Then, without hesitation, he seized the green mountain and turned to run.

He finally understood—God King Taiyi was far more powerful than the Hellhound.

Even under the constraints of this special space-time confinement, the slightest opportunity could allow God King Taiyi to unleash power far beyond any other saint.

Even the Hellhound had relied on external forces to kill.

But God King Taiyi—this God King Taiyi—was a level beyond anything Zhang Yang could handle.

He had to escape!

Before leaving, he stole a final glance back.

There, on God King Taiyi’s forehead, just above the star mark, was a bluish-purple imprint—a mark left by the green mountain.

A sign of its overwhelming power.

A reflection of God King Taiyi’s terrifying nature.

In life-and-death moments, a person’s true potential is unleashed.

Pushed to his limits, Zhang Yang had reached profound new heights.

When he first entered this battlefield, he had merely glimpsed the mysteries of the path of a saint.

Later, he had cultivated his Diamond Dragon Holy Power to small mastery—an extraordinary achievement, proving his deepening comprehension of the saintly path.

This granted a massive boost to his most powerful movement technique—the legendary Three Steps of Mountains and Rivers, a technique revered since the era known as Eternal Night.

With a flicker, he vanished.

Yet even as he fled, he remained aware of a terrifying truth—within this confined space-time battlefield, God King Taiyi was the undeniable center of the most fearsome War of the Saints.

In his estimation, the space-time constraints and the subtle disturbance of the Secrets of Eternal Night were tied to God King Taiyi himself.

Meaning—he faced the greatest restrictions.

Thus, the strike from the green mountain had wounded God King Taiyi more significantly than expected.

And now, God King Taiyi roared.

A sound that shook the heavens.

His purple hair fanned out—an endless tide of destruction—spreading as if to cover the entire world.

It grew infinitely, piercing through everything.

Holy weapons? Pierced!

Holy treasures? Pierced!

Saints? Pierced!

Holy power? Pierced!

Nothing could stand in his way as he advanced relentlessly, chasing down Zhang Yang while simultaneously slaughtering every surviving saint in the area.

He was so fierce that even a saint-level Ghost King Guard, caught off guard and unable to evade in time, was impaled by a strand of purple hair, which pierced straight through his chest and continued toward Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang clutched the green mountain, prepared to fight back at any moment.

The white bamboo leaves affixed to his forehead trembled violently, emitting a cool glow that shielded him from the chaotic holy power and Holy Might.

Even so, that single strand of purple hair still pursued him.

Like a blade cutting through bamboo, it relentlessly closed the distance, coming within ten meters of Zhang Yang.

He looked back.

In the distance, he saw God King Taiyi, his gaze locked onto him with fierce killing intent.

This was a death blow.

Zhang Yang’s heart pounded as he gripped the green mountain more tightly. His half-awakened bloodline surged, releasing blood energy into it, desperately trying to awaken its power.

Whoosh!

The sound of something breaking through the air suddenly rang out.

Danger was here!

Zhang Yang braced himself, ready to strike with the green mountain.

At that instant, a beam of shimmering water light descended from the sky, severing the purple hair in a single stroke.

The water light rippled, revealing the figure of Shui Lianyi.

It was her—no one else!

But this was not her true body.

"What exactly did you do?" Shui Lianyi’s avatar demanded.

Zhang Yang finally exhaled, quickly stowing away the green mountain, not wanting this goddess to notice it. He did not hide the truth and answered honestly, "I saw a drop of blood with a Hellhound trying to break free. My intuition told me I had to destroy it, so I acted."

"Hellhound?!" Shui Lianyi’s avatar exclaimed in shock. "Are you certain?"

Zhang Yang nodded firmly.

Without hesitation, Shui Lianyi’s avatar grabbed his shoulder and shouted, "We need to leave!"

As soon as she took control, everything changed.

With a single leap, she covered over a hundred miles, effortlessly evading God King Taiyi’s pursuit.

Behind them, God King Taiyi let out a furious roar.

"Shui Lianyi! Come down and fight me!"

But Shui Lianyi’s avatar ignored him, her expression serious. Even Zhang Yang could sense the immense pressure she was under.

"Aren’t you going to take this chance to kill him?" Zhang Yang asked.

Her voice was cold. "Do you want me to get trapped here too?"

Zhang Yang was stunned.

But it’s just an avatar… Could it be that God King Taiyi is strong enough to drag her true body into this place through her avatar?

If so, then God King Taiyi was far beyond terrifying.

Carried by Shui Lianyi’s avatar, Zhang Yang focused on other matters without the burden of being chased.

His eyes caught sight of a holy sword embedded in the body of a fallen saint.

The sword and the saint had long since lost their radiance, their holy power extinguished.

As they passed, Zhang Yang moved quickly, grabbing the sword and yanking it free.

It was untouched by dust, without a single stain of holy blood. Without hesitation, he stored it in his storage bag.

A tinge of regret filled him.

Just how fierce had the battles here been?

So many saints’ storage bags had been obliterated, leaving behind countless treasures that could no longer be recovered.

It was easy to imagine that, after hundreds or even thousands of years, this place would become one of legendary significance.

One holy sword wasn’t enough.

He reached out again.

Oddly enough, Shui Lianyi’s avatar seemed to slow down slightly, intentionally or not, as if giving him a chance to grab more.

He seized a golden bodhi seed and a holy flag, then his eyes locked onto the golden Holy Power Bell—the one that had captivated his heart and mind.

He shouted with excitement, "Mine! Mine!"

They had been moving in a straight line, but in his struggle, their trajectory shifted slightly.

He hugged the Holy Bell tightly.

Earlier, the bell had been unleashing its maximum power, but now, it had been completely drained—every saint in this place had been annihilated.

Zhang Yang cheered excitedly.

And he kept grabbing!

He didn’t even know how much he had collected.

One thing was certain—Shui Lianyi’s avatar was clearly giving him opportunities, carefully avoiding conflicts with any remaining saints while letting him loot freely.

But perhaps this deliberate delay made them just a little too slow.

Just as they reached the exit, a violent tremor erupted.

A gigantic Hellhound, engulfed in black Hellfire, emerged—only half of its body visible, yet still over a thousand meters in size.

Its monstrous jaws snapped open.

A terrifying suction force surged toward them.

Even the powerful Shui Lianyi’s avatar showed a flicker of surprise.

At that critical moment, Zhang Yang acted.

He reached into one of his storage bags, where he had stored the holy treasures he had collected, grabbed a handful, and threw them out.

Seeing this, Shui Lianyi’s avatar suddenly exclaimed, "Liu Li Pure Heaven Fire Seed!"

Fire seed?

Zhang Yang hadn’t noticed the detail.

All he saw were beads radiating holy might, clearly holy beads, but with a faint layer of Liu Li fire burning on their surface.

Shui Lianyi’s avatar’s expression shifted to joy.

She tapped lightly in the air.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The holy beads exploded instantly, unleashing blazing flames that surged straight into the Hellhound’s enormous mouth.

Boom!

The Hellhound let out a piercing howl.

The Liu Li Pure Heaven Fire was a holy fire specifically designed to counter evil!

Without a doubt, the Hellhound fell within the category of beings it could restrain.

With more than ten fire seeds in a single handful—each crafted into holy treasures by the saints—and combined with Shui Lianyi’s avatar fully activated, the power unleashed was unimaginable.

The Hellhound spewed forth a river of blood, its entire body convulsing as if on the verge of exploding.

Shui Lianyi’s avatar quickly reached into Zhang Yang’s storage bag, retrieving holy weapons and treasures.

She infused them with her own holy path’s power and launched them forward.

A torrent of holy weapons and treasures rained down upon the Hellhound.

No matter how invincible the Hellhound seemed, it was completely overwhelmed by the brilliance of holy light and weapons.

Shui Lianyi’s avatar charged forward, determined to finish it off completely.

Meanwhile, Zhang Yang looked at his storage bag and felt an overwhelming urge to curse.

Aside from the Holy Bell, a holy sword, and a golden bodhi seed, everything else was gone.

But he didn’t have time to dwell on it—he continued grabbing everything in sight.

Whatever he saw—a large seal, a holy blade, a holy tower, or holy armor—he took it all, leaving nothing behind.