Longevity by Picking up Attributes in the Battlefield Chapter 823 Chapter 334: Ying Zheng: Transmission of Martial Arts and Immortal Law! Establishing the Era Name! A Brand-New Age!

Upon hearing Zhao Feng's words, Ying Zheng let out a hearty laugh. "Feng'er, before I recognized you, your father was merely a mortal, his lifespan capped at a mere hundred years. But now, bound to the National Fortune and enduring through time, I have already surpassed the kings of past generations."

"The Immortals and Gods sought to destroy my Qin, to raise my people as mere food."

"How could I possibly endure such a fate?"

"Since they desire my life, and the lives of my people, then I shall fight them to the very end."

"I shall have no regrets, even in death!"

Zhao Feng smiled upon hearing this, responding, "Father, do not worry. The Qi Fortune of Shenzhou remains intact; they cannot deal with us for the time being, granting us ample time."

"Furthermore, this is the moment to commence the grand era of Martial Arts for Great Qin."

"Every Huaxia person shall be able to practice martial arts."

Ying Zheng nodded in agreement, "Mm, everything shall proceed as you have said, Feng'er."

"By the way, how fares Penglai? And just how powerful is this so-called Immortal?" Ying Zheng inquired with curiosity.

Zhao Feng offered a smile, "This so-called Immortal Envoy is not a true Immortal, merely a Loose Immortal."

"I have already ended his life."

"However, I have preserved his soul."

With those words, Zhao Feng made a gesture.

The Fate Suppressing Tripod materialized, trapping the soul of the Immortal Envoy within its confines. After its reappearance, the Immortal Envoy regarded Zhao Feng with eyes brimming with venom.

"I will ask, and you will answer," Zhao Feng stated, looking directly at the Immortal Envoy.

"I am an Immortal of the Heavenly Court! If you dare destroy my soul, the Heavenly Court will banish your soul to the Nine Netherworlds, where you shall suffer eternally!" the Immortal Envoy declared, his gaze fixed on Zhao Feng with intense malice.

Observing this, Zhao Feng saw no need for further verbal exchanges.

He raised his hand, summoning a wisp of Netherworld Flame to his fingertip, and directed it toward the Immortal Envoy.

"Ah... Ah..."

Upon contact with the Immortal Envoy's soul, the Netherworld Flame, under Zhao Feng's precise control, began to slowly incinerate it. This was a pain distinct from any physical torture, causing the Immortal Envoy to emit miserable screams.

"The Spiritual Fire I command possesses the ability to annihilate souls. If you refuse to speak, I shall burn you with this flame for millennia, allowing you to endure endless agony until your very soul disintegrates," Zhao Feng stated calmly.

After a considerable interval, the Immortal Envoy finally broke.

"I'll talk, I'll talk!"

"What is it that you wish to ask?"

Unable to withstand the torment any longer, the Immortal Envoy pleaded loudly.

Seeing his plea, Zhao Feng withdrew the Netherworld Flame.

"Where have the Saints gone?" Zhao Feng directly posed his question.

Ying Zheng stood aside, a look of puzzlement on his face.

Saints? Sages?

These were terms he did not comprehend.

"You actually know of the Saints?" the Immortal Envoy inquired, his voice laced with shock.

"I ask, you answer. Do not speak any nonsense," Zhao Feng commanded coldly. "Do not presume my patience will last indefinitely."

"According to ancient legends, following the Divine Enthronement, all Saints retreated deep into the Outer Heaven and have never returned since," the Immortal Envoy replied immediately, his eyes wide with fear as he looked at Zhao Feng.

"Deep within the Outer Heaven... that should refer to the Chaotic Void," Zhao Feng mused. "All the Saints gathered in Chaos, but for what purpose? And subsequently, the entire world entered an era devoid of Saints, which differs from the Primordial World I am familiar with."

"I recall that after the Divine Enthronement came the Western Journey Calamity, orchestrated by the Saints. Yet, now the Saints have vanished." Zhao Feng fell into deep contemplation.

However, Zhao Feng did not dwell on it excessively, recognizing that information regarding the Saints might only be known to those with immense Divine Abilities within the Immortal Realm. This Loose Immortal likely possessed limited knowledge.

"Among the Immortal Tier, which powers hold the greatest strength?"

"Are there any ongoing conflicts?" Zhao Feng inquired.

"Within the Immortal Realm, the Western Buddha Land and my Heavenly Court stand as the strongest," the Immortal Envoy responded. "After all, having experienced the Divine Enthronement, my Heavenly Court is guarded by countless True Gods, and the Buddha Land also gained considerable power during that period."

"Have all the people of the Heavenly Court consumed the so-called Spiritual Root Pill?"

"Where precisely does the Spiritual Root Pill originate from?"

"Across the Four Great Continents of the Immortal Tier, have all the various powers partaken of the Spiritual Root Pill?" Zhao Feng posed further critical questions.

"I... How could I possibly know where the Spiritual Root Pill comes from? What we consume is a grant from the Heavenly Court," the Immortal Envoy stammered, his voice trembling.

"Do you possess any Spiritual Root Pills on your person?" Zhao Feng asked.

The Immortal Envoy quickly responded, "The Spiritual Root Pill is an exceedingly precious item, bestowed only upon those who dedicate themselves wholeheartedly to the Heavenly Court. I... I served the Heavenly Court for a millennium in the Lower Realm before I was finally granted a Spiritual Root Pill. Such a treasure is, naturally, of immense value."

"So, not everyone within the Heavenly Court has partaken of the Spiritual Root Pill? Those who haven't are mostly raised as Blood Food," Zhao Feng stated deliberately.

The Immortal Envoy looked at Zhao Feng with surprise. "You're even aware of Blood Food?"

"Just who exactly are you?"

"Are you truly from Wuzhuang Temple or West Kunlun?"

"No."

"You don't possess Spiritual Power, and the skills you exhibit aren't Immortal Techniques. Who are you, precisely?" The Immortal Envoy's eyes widened.

"It is I who am asking you, not the other way around."

Zhao Feng cast a cold glance and continued his interrogation: "The Wuzhuang Temple and West Kunlun, these two factions have not consumed the Spiritual Root Pill?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Feng fixed his gaze upon Guiguzi.

"Crown Prince."

"I was merely a Loose Cultivator in the Immortal Realm back then and didn't know much about its affairs," Guiguzi replied with helplessness.

"The Spiritual Root Pill represents a grand opportunity, exclusively held by the Buddha Land and the Heavenly Court."

"If every single person had the chance to consume the Spiritual Root Pill, then from whence would the Blood Food originate?"

"Wuzhuang Temple and West Kunlun are simply two forces that lacked the opportunity to obtain the Spiritual Root Pill, thus they recluse themselves in their own corners," the Immortal Envoy declared coldly, a hint of arrogance coloring his tone.

"According to your words, the most powerful entities currently within the Immortal Realm are the Heavenly Court and the Buddha Land?"

"How potent are these strongest factions?"

Zhao Feng pressed on with his questions, unconcerned by the Immortal Envoy's perceived arrogance.

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