The Legendary Son-in-law of the Emperor Chapter 1779 - 1776: Tempering the Great Emperor’s Corpse

"So this is the Great Ruins of the Xuanhuang Nine Prohibitions!"

Countless mighty cultivators who fled from the World Tree and steered clear of battles couldn’t hold back their sighs in that instant.

Luckily, hidden powerhouses lurked among this group’s arrivals, figures at the Great Saint Realm level.

Without Heavenly Dao Suppression inside the Great Ruins, they could unleash their full might.

Yet even then, safety remained far from assured.

Dangers hid in every corner of this Great Ruins.

Just as they did right now.

The World Tree’s emergence had sparked visions of vast fortunes for all.

But looming threats forced them to curb their ambitions.

Survival stood as the top priority in the Great Ruins, with fortunes coming second.

Endure, seize chances, and escape alive.

That marked true victory.

Veterans who ventured here months ago grasped this truth intimately.

Over these past three months plus, countless comrades around them had perished within the Great Ruins.

Thus, they knew the harsh laws governing this Great Ruins all too well.

"Has Master Qian Kun not arrived yet?"

Tushan Chen cast a worried look toward the Great Ruins Demon Vine’s position.

They’d lingered inside the Heavenly Swallowing Toad’s mouth for no less than three days, yet Qiankun Ancestor showed no sign.

Had he lost his way?

Hardly possible.

More likely, some mishap had befallen him.

"Master Qian Kun is incredibly powerful, he will be fine."

Tong Wuji brimmed with unshakable faith on this point.

Rumble ————

Right then, the Great Ruins’ mountain range twisted into a colossal dragon, clashing fiercely against the surging Blood Sea.

This cataclysmic showdown evoked a duel between two supreme Great Emperors, utterly terrifying.

Oddly enough, despite the battle’s ferocity, its havoc on the Great Ruins stayed remarkably contained.

Beyond the Blood Sea and the dragon-shaped mountain range, surrounding areas barely felt the shockwaves.

This sight drew fresh sighs—this was the might of the Great Ruins!

A clash like this in the Xuanhuang Great World could doom entire continents to oblivion.

It might even threaten the Xuanhuang Great World’s boundary stability.

Next to this spectacle, the earlier frenzy of those dozen massive ferocious beasts paled in comparison.

Amid the turmoil, Ye Xuan lingered safely among the World Tree’s leaves.

Though the World Tree now drew eerie assaults from Great Ruins anomalies, teetering on the brink of peril, it actually remained secure.

Neither the Blood Sea nor the mountain-dragon held a clear edge yet.

The World Tree faced no immediate doom during this standoff.

With a thought from Ye Xuan, space beside him ripped open, shrouded swiftly in Chaos Mist, as a silhouette gradually materialized.

The Ming Jing Great Emperor’s Corpse.

Ever since Ming Jing Great Emperor bestowed his corpse upon Ye Xuan, this Great Emperor’s Corpse had shadowed him faithfully, serving as a hidden ace.

Lately, though, Ye Xuan seldom called upon the Great Emperor’s Corpse.

His personal power had grown formidable enough.

Scarcely anyone could push Ye Xuan to deploy the Great Emperor’s Corpse.

Still, Ye Xuan refused to let the Great Emperor’s Corpse gather dust unused.

For one, Ming Jing Great Emperor had gifted it as his final gesture of devotion to Ye Xuan.

That bond echoed a profound master-disciple tie.

Across eras, Ye Xuan mentored hordes of disciples; Ming Jing Great Emperor ranked as an informal one, yet his loyalty outshone even the Double Emperors.

Ye Xuan cherished this deeply.

Besides, though merely a corpse, the Great Emperor’s Corpse wielded staggering bodily might from its lifetime zenith.

Ming Jing Great Emperor walked the Gold Dao of the Five Elements Great Dao, forging his flesh to horrifying extremes.

Even the world’s toughest Immortal Gold might yield to his physique’s durability.

Upon claiming the Great Emperor’s Corpse, Ye Xuan pondered various schemes.

His initial notion involved interring it in the Heavenly Pond Graveyard to await resurrection.

But Ming Jing Great Emperor’s true spirit had vanished ages ago upon locating Alian; revival from the Heavenly Pond Graveyard would birth a stranger, not what Ye Xuan desired.

No matter the case, Ming Jing Great Emperor counted as his disciple, and Ye Xuan balked at such an outcome.

Picture his disciple awakening amnesiac, failing to know him, perhaps hailing him as master anew...

Ye Xuan recoiled from that scenario.

This notion was swiftly rejected.

His second plan involved retaining the Great Emperor’s Corpse nearby, enabling the Emperor Soul to possess it against an unbeatable foe and catch the enemy off guard.

The third plan aimed to upgrade the Great Emperor’s Corpse further, for one day...

Ye Xuan narrowed his eyes, formed a Dharma Seal with one hand, causing boundless Power of the World to surge endlessly toward the Great Emperor’s Corpse, scouring it to dispel the Chaos Mist surrounding it.

Clang, clang, clang, clang ————

Yet the Great Emperor’s Corpse resisted fiercely.

Streaks of golden radiance erupted visibly from the Great Emperor’s Corpse, repelling the influx of Power of the World!

Ye Xuan remained unfazed by this reaction.

Even after True Spirit Destruction, a Great Emperor’s remains retained the indomitable will of its former owner.

Only the era’s absolute peaks could ascend to Great Emperor status.

Time trickled by slowly.

The golden glow refused to fade; rather, it intensified dramatically, awakening some ancient primal power that shrouded it completely, exuding unmatched Emperor’s might!

At that moment, Ye Xuan ceased summoning the Power of the World.

Next, Ye Xuan vaulted from the cosmic leaf, plunging straight toward the World Tree’s roots!

Right behind, the Great Emperor’s Corpse pursued, as the pair plummeted rapidly downward.

While their descent persisted.

The outer chaos felt utterly severed, with no sounds penetrating through.

Credit for this went entirely to the World Tree.

Every leaf on the World Tree embodied an endless cosmos, immense and limitless Great Worlds.

Ye Xuan alongside the Great Emperor’s Corpse kept dropping, weaving past innumerable branches—equivalent to crossing vast multitudes of realms.

Such realms served as barriers, rendering the external uproar completely silent.

Still, Ye Xuan knew the turmoil raged on outside; he needed to hurry and claim the World Tree.

Success remained uncertain for him.

Though he had prepared extensively in the past, capturing a World Tree had eluded him before.

Victory hung in the balance.

His aims for venturing into the Great Ruins this time centered on Black Candle and Qingqiu Mountain.

Surprisingly, Black Candle and Tushan Yi stayed unfound, but now the World Tree had emerged.

Yet grasping this stroke of fortune was far from guaranteed.

Bang!

While Ye Xuan and the Great Emperor’s Corpse plummeted onward.

A dark Demon Vine abruptly surged upward from beneath, seeking to bind the World Tree.

At the same time, it lashed out to ensnare Ye Xuan!