The Final Battle: Slaying a Motian Sect Disciple!
His mind completely at ease, he threw back his head and laughed, spreading his arms as he absorbed the essence of war from the entire Heavenly Human Realm at an increasing pace.
His physical strength rose wildly, and the toughness of his body alone had already reached the sixth tier.
In the world where the Motian Sect stood, his physical body alone could rival the Qi Refining Late Stage!
With this body alone, he could crush everything in the Heavenly Human Realm!
And this was the moment Chen Du had been waiting for. Over the past twenty years, he had spent half his time refining the Martial Canon to unprecedented heights.
For the other half, he had done only one thing: create a method that could perfectly conceal his aura.
The method was indeed less than perfect, and at close range, extremely faint fluctuations still leaked out.
But it was more than enough to deal with a white-robed youth so arrogant that he performed even soul searches carelessly.
At that moment, Chen Du was hidden above the clouds, no more than a thousand zhang from the white-robed youth, yet the other party was utterly unaware.
And from what the youth had done, Chen Du had also more or less guessed the so-called truth.
Behind tens of thousands of years of war and endless slaughter lay a cruel reality.
He had thought he was prepared for the worst, but the truth was ten times worse than his most terrible guess.
It was merely a world created specifically for cultivating a divine ability!
The hundreds of millions of living beings in the Heavenly Human Realm, from ancient times to the present, from birth to death, from their first cries to their final wails, were all firewood thrown into a furnace.
War was the bellows, fate was the coal, and souls were the ore. And all the repeated hammering and tempering over these tens of thousands of years had been for just one divine ability!
This truly was... an undertaking on a heavenly scale.
His grandmother, his Niuwa, Wang Tiezhu, Li Erniu, Auntie Wang, Xiaohu, Mr. Wang... their lives, their suffering, their deaths—in the eyes of the Motian Sect, they did not even count as tragedies, only fuel.
Was this fucking thing even human? It was a beast.
The fury that had been held down for twenty years burst its banks at that moment.
[Enlightenment Through Anger · Becoming an Immortal Through Anger experience +1]
[Enlightenment Through Anger · Becoming an Immortal Through Anger experience +1]
[Enlightenment Through Anger · Becoming an Immortal Through Anger experience +1]
This anger was deeper,
heavier, colder,
a question a person hurled at hell itself after witnessing it with his own eyes... What gives it the right?
[Current progress: Becoming an Immortal Through Anger Lv9 (431/496) → Becoming an Immortal Through Anger Lv10 (8/912)]
[Becoming an Immortal Through Anger has upgraded to Lv10. The effects of all comprehension and talent-type abilities will receive a tenfold boost.]
Chen Du gripped his wooden sword and slashed.
Forty years of lying dormant and waiting, twenty years of endurance and accumulation, erupted in that single strike.
The power of this strike could no longer be measured by the Heaven-Human Realm. It had reached the limit of the sixth tier, surpassing the limit an entire small world could withstand.
Wherever the sword light passed, the earth trembled violently beneath the sword pressure. The force of war and the power of the dead souls within hundreds of li evaporated as soon as the shockwave swept over them.
The dark red vortex around the white-robed youth shattered before the sword light like a paper lantern.
His eyes snapped open, the all-encompassing sword light reflected in his pupils.
The arrogance on his face froze in that instant, then turned to incredulous horror.
He had no time to think, no time to retaliate, not even time to finish a curse. He instinctively crushed a protective talisman, his figure turning into a streak of blood-red light as he shot backward.
But the strike still landed.
The sword light cut in through his left shoulder and out through his right ribs, leaving a wound deep enough to expose bone on the body he was so proud of.
Golden blood gushed from the wound.
That was the "weapon body" he had painstakingly forged by refining hundreds of years' worth of the force of war!
Before Chen Du, its defenses had been broken with a single strike.
The white-robed youth let out a scream and fled toward the horizon without looking back, clutching his wound as a streak of blood-red light tore across the sky.
"Die."
Chen Du's voice was ice-cold.
He pursued with his sword, his figure leaving an afterimage in the void.
Dark golden flames flared up again on the wooden sword, burning the entire sky a ghastly crimson.
The white-robed youth fled frantically.
He clutched the sword wound on his chest, deep enough to expose bone. Golden blood streamed between his fingers, staining his spotless white robes and leaving them a sorry sight.
He was a true disciple of the Motian Sect, one of the finest among its Qi Refining Stage disciples.
He had come to the Heavenly Human Realm to harvest the force of war, thinking it would be an easy assignment... It was a modified small world, where the upper limit of soul seeds had been locked and the strongest reached no higher than the Heaven-Human Realm. To him, they were all ants.
But he could never have imagined that the aura emanating from this person carrying a wooden sword, and the power of his strike, were already approaching Qi Refining Great Perfection.
How could this small world, with its upper limit locked, possibly produce such a monster?
He fled for his life, tearing open a rift in the void and plunging headlong into it.
It was an emergency escape passage the Motian Sect had left for its disciples, leading to a transit outpost the sect had established in the void.
The rift swiftly closed behind him, but before his heart could settle, that dark golden sword light shone once more behind him.
The rift was split open by a sword strike, and Chen Du actually charged into the passage after him.
The white-robed youth looked back in terror. The last thing he saw was the wooden sword engraved with the character for "courage" rapidly filling his vision.
One strike killed him!
The white-robed youth's corpse fell from the void, and the storage bag came loose from his waist. Chen Du caught it in one hand.
He sheathed his sword and was about to inspect the contents of the storage bag when he suddenly felt an unprecedented pressure descend from above.
He raised his head.
Above the void, several figures stood there, having appeared at some unknown time.
They wore clothing similar to the white-robed youth's, but clearly of a higher rank. Some stood with their hands behind their backs, others with their arms folded, their postures casual and indifferent.
The auras they gave off were thousands, even tens of thousands of times more powerful than the white-robed youth's.
Chen Du had never felt anything like it. It was as though he faced not people, but rules themselves, existence on a higher order itself!
And behind these few people were hundreds upon hundreds of passages, each leading to a world!
Worlds likewise used to refine divine abilities!
A thought arose in his mind unbidden.
Any one of these people could reduce him to ashes with a single glance.
Someone snorted coldly. The sound was not loud, but it was like a hundred million Mount Tais pressing down on him at once, making even his soul tremble.
His mind went blank, his ability to think almost stripped away, leaving only one instinct... Run.
[Myriad Worlds Traversal], activate.
A gate of light abruptly opened behind Chen Du and sucked him into it.
As the gate closed, he faintly heard a soft "Hm?" from the void, followed by a heavier cold snort.
The familiar aura of Blue Star's spiritual energy surged toward him, enveloping his entire body.
He opened his eyes again, and overhead was the dense canopy of that mutated mountain forest.
Having escaped death, he had finally returned.