Alchemy Sovereign Against the Heaven
Chapter 350 - 341: A Body Comparable to the Power of a Saint Venerable

Chapter 350: Chapter 341: A Body Comparable to the Power of a Saint Venerable

"If you don’t want to die, stay away from that tree!"

In the silent Emperor Fallen Mountain Range, darkness had already settled, leaving the wild bereft of the croaks and calls of creatures, a quiet so deep it became terrifying.

When Mo Wangchen’s voice reached everyone’s ears, it only added to the sense of unease stirring in their hearts.

The powerful members of the Ye Family stopped in their tracks, not daring to proceed any further, instead turning their gazes towards Mo Wangchen.

"Is there something strange about this tree?" Next to Mo Wangchen, the Saint Venerable Elder and Ye Jiming looked over, with Ye Jiming furrowing his brow and asking.

The Emperor Fallen Mountain Range was the restricted zone of Tiannan; the Ye Family had only entered once and were not thoroughly familiar with everything here. Mo Wangchen was a Tian Nan Practitioner and had entered before, so naturally his words brought doubt to the members of the Ye Family.

"This tree is called the Bodhi Tree. During the Ancient Times of Tiannan, there existed a supremely powerful individual known as the Bodhi Ancestor. He comprehended the Tao under the Bodhi Tree, dreamt for a thousand years, and thereafter, his cultivation soared to the heavens..."

"If you fall asleep under the Bodhi Tree, you will be trapped in layers upon layers of dreams. Unless one’s enlightenment is exceedingly high, they will never awaken again and will die in their sleep, their body decaying."

Mo Wangchen started explaining to the bewildered members of the Ye Family.

"Die in their sleep?" Upon hearing that, the members of the Ye Family were surprised, their faces showing shock at the revelation that such a thing could exist in this world.

Such a bizarre phenomenon!

"Do not think that since we have easily made our way here, we can let down our guard. In the Emperor Fallen Mountain Range, dangers lurk at every turn, and the slightest carelessness can lead to downfall. Twenty thousand years ago, the Tian Nan’s dazzling Saint King, Xuanyuan Hao, had entered this area, a power of the Emperor Realm that astounded all generations."

"If I’m not wrong, he likely fell asleep under the Bodhi Tree and became ensnared in the profound dreams. Even though he eventually awakened, he lost his sanity and lived in a state of madness for thousands of years."

"Even an Emperor Realm Great Power went mad?" Hearing Mo Wangchen’s remarks, the Ye Family members were once again startled, feeling uneasy. Those standing near the Bodhi Tree quickly moved away, not wishing to get any closer.

"Shall we find another place to rest? Having this tree so close by doesn’t exactly instill a sense of security..." suggested one of the Ye Family’s strong ones.

Mo Wangchen smiled, "Don’t worry. As long as you don’t sleep underneath it, there won’t be any issue."

"Haha, young friend might not realize, but my companion here has a habit of wandering at night. I’m afraid he might get up in the middle of the night and lay down under that tree, and that would really be troublesome," another person stepped forward, patting the shoulder of the man who had just spoken.

Upon hearing this, Mo Wangchen looked surprised, "That would indeed be dangerous..."

"Damn it! What do you think you’re doing?"

However, before Mo Wangchen could finish, he saw several strong members of the Ye Family pull out a rope from nowhere and tie up the man with the nocturnal wandering habit, binding him to a large rock to prevent him from moving.

"Stop struggling, just sleep like this. We don’t want to find you unable to wake up tomorrow." They all laughed heartily, and after speaking, they lay down next to the bound man and fell asleep.

...

After a night, everyone woke up again, and fortunately, the Ye Family member with the habit of wandering at night was still securely tied to the large rock, snoring like a dead pig, until finally being awakened by a slap.

The group continued on their journey and approximately half a day later, they were completely near the base of the mountains.

Looking around, the midsection of the mountain at the moment was teeming with wandering undead skeletons. Mo Wangchen and the others hid in a patch of weeds.

"I propose the three of us clear the path ahead, the rest will cover our rear. Keep an eye on the skeletons behind, don’t let them get close. We must move fast to reach the mountaintop in one go," Mo Wangchen said to the Saint Venerable Elder and Ye Jiming.

They both nodded, then each took out their personal Magical Treasures and looked at Mo Wangchen, "Where’s your weapon?"

With a smile, Mo Wangchen raised his fists, "These are my weapons."

"Fists?"

Everyone was startled, somewhat unable to react. Was Mo Wangchen planning to fight bare-handed?

Ye Jiming slightly furrowed his brow and said, "Those bone skeletons are not easy to deal with..."

"Let’s go!"

However, before his words could fall, Mo Wangchen had already taken the lead and rushed out, with everyone else following suit, not daring to fall behind.

Boom! Boom!

At the same time, those bone skeletons covering the mountain, as if they had been resurrected upon the arrival of Mo Wangchen and the others, surged toward them, a vast expanse of white that made one’s scalp tingle at a glance.

"Kill!"

The Saint Venerable Elder dashed forward, holding a long spear that was incredibly sharp, with a faint glow emanating from the blade, an indicator of its remarkable power as a Magical Treasure.

After a loud shout, he thrust his spear forward, piercing through the skull of an approaching skeleton, slaying it on the spot.

Hiss!

On another side, Saint Heir Ye Jiming’s Spiritual Power surged within him, continuously merging into the Folded Fan in his hand. With a swift slash, a fierce wind blade flew out instantly, shattering the white bones in front of him to pieces.

Mo Wangchen was amazed; the Curse Power in this place had already suppressed everyone’s Cultivation to only the first or second levels of the Spirit Transformation Realm. However, at this moment, Ye Jiming was still able to condense Spiritual Power into a blade and shatter the bones, making it clear that Ye Jiming’s strength was not to be underestimated.

Crack! Crack!

In the blink of an eye, the white bones completely engulfed them, everyone fighting back with various Magical Treasure Saint Weapons shining brightly, shattering the oncoming skeletons as they carved out a path upward, without daring to pause for even a moment.

Boom! Boom!

The scene was somewhat chaotic, and after an unknown amount of time, with Ye Jiming and the Saint Venerable Elder leading the way at the front, they neared the mountain top and inadvertently relaxed their vigilance a bit.

Looking back, they saw Mo Wangchen enveloped in a halo of Holy Light, his fists pulverizing the encroaching skeletons to dust, scattering with the wind.

Not just Ye Jiming and the Saint Venerable Elder, but other powerful members of the Ye Family had also taken note of Mo Wangchen’s actions.

Hiss!

They all inhaled sharply, startled, their minds astir. When Mo Wangchen earlier mentioned his fists were his weapons, everyone was somewhat puzzled, but now it was clear.

"What terrifying power of the body, to burst a skeleton to pieces with a single punch!"

"Even Elder Ye Bei with the strength of a Saint Venerable Realm’s body couldn’t do that, could he?" someone said in shock, referring to the Saint Venerable Elder who had led them here.

"Is this the Tian Nan Divine King Body..."

At the very front, Saint Heir Ye Jiming’s eyes sparkled with a sharp gleam. He had only heard of the Divine King Body but had never truly witnessed its power.

But now, he had seen it!

Even without reaching the Holy Rank, his body’s strength was already comparable to the Power of Body possessed by Emperor Realm Great Powers!