One Step into the Heavenly Phenomenon Realm!

Chapter 46: One Step into the Heavenly Phenomenon Realm!

Dragon Tiger Mountain, a great sect that had stood for a thousand years in the martial world.

A terrifying aura radiated from Wang Ritain, as if a demon god had descended. The air around him trembled. Zhao Huangchao stood opposite him. Though Wang Ritain's displayed strength had shaken him, as an important figure of Dragon Tiger Mountain, he had full confidence in the mountain's deep foundations.

"Hmph, Wang Ritain, your strength may be extraordinary, but before the foundations of Dragon Tiger Mountain, you're nothing!" Zhao Huangchao scoffed, then activated his unique cultivation art. His hands rapidly formed seals as he chanted under his breath. In an instant, the winds and clouds shifted. Streams of fortune, like golden threads, converged from the azure sky. They gleamed with the radiance of Dragon Tiger Mountain's thousand-year legacy and rushed toward Zhao Huangchao's feet, where they gathered in the blink of an eye to form a golden Dao platform. Runes shimmered across it, and an ancient, powerful aura emanated from its surface, as if recounting the glory and splendor of generations of Dragon Tiger Mountain's forebears.

A cold glint flashed in Wang Ritain's eyes at the sight. Behind him, the black shadow of his manifested demonic self appeared in an instant. A hundred zhang tall, it roiled with demonic energy like a blazing black flame. The shadow opened its enormous jaws and roared, radiating murderous intent as if it meant to devour all the fortune Zhao Huangchao had gathered. Its dense demonic energy made the surrounding air feel viscous, as though the darkness had taken solid form.

"Th-this... what kind of cultivation art is this? It's terrifying!" Li Chungang's eyes widened in astonishment. As a master swordsman, he was exceptionally sensitive to auras. He could clearly tell that Wang Ritain hadn't yet used his full strength. The might of his demonic self made Li Chungang wonder if Wang Ritain was an ancient demon reborn. With strength like this, even at my peak, I'd struggle to stand against him. Li Chungang's expression grew solemn as he considered the thought.

Wanwan was a member of the demonic path and had seen much, yet even she looked startled by the terrifying cultivation art Wang Ritain had displayed. "What kind of demonic sect could have given rise to such a Demonic Cultivation Art? I've never heard of a master like him in the demonic sects." She was secretly shocked, and her gaze at Wang Ritain now held both awe and curiosity.

Standing to one side, Xu Fengnian was utterly shaken by the power of Wang Ritain's demonic self, which could split mountains and sever rivers. He had once held his own ideas about how martial artists compared to cavalry, but the sight before him had turned his perspective upside down. "So this is the power a true master can wield—enough to destroy heaven and earth. Compared to him, cavalry are no more than ants." Xu Fengnian murmured, his eyes full of shock and longing.

From a distance, Xuanyuan Dapan watched the battle unfold, a wave of lingering fear washing over him. He recalled that Wang Ritain hadn't revealed such terrifying strength when attacking the Xuanyuan Family, and he secretly congratulated himself on having escaped to Dragon Tiger Mountain back then. Yet the dense demonic intent filling the air now filled him with dread. "How can Wang Ritain be this terrifying?" His brows knit together, sweat beaded on his forehead, and he unconsciously retreated several steps.

Seeing the demonic energy surge like a mighty river, about to crush Zhao Huangchao completely, Xuanyuan Dapan knew Zhao Huangchao couldn't be subdued. Otherwise, Xuanyuan Dapan would lose his life too. "Heavenly Masters, don't hesitate—join me in stopping him!" Xuanyuan Dapan shouted, his voice edged with urgency. He pressed his palms together, and his immense true qi surged forth like a flood, gathering before Zhao Huangchao.

At the same time, Dragon Tiger Mountain's other two Heavenly Masters joined the fight. They each performed their arts, sending streams of light from their hands to merge with Xuanyuan Dapan's true qi. Though Xuanyuan Dapan had abandoned the Xuanyuan Family, he still retained some of the family's fortune. Combined with his Great Celestial Phenomenon Realm cultivation, his strength was not to be underestimated—he could hold his own against an ordinary Land Immortal. Now, with him and the three Heavenly Masters working together, the fortunes of Dragon Tiger Mountain and the Xuanyuan Family intertwined, instantly multiplying their power.

"The might of these four working together is truly terrifying!" Li Chungang's expression shifted, and a trace of wariness flickered in his eyes. "Even at my peak, I'd probably have to give way before such a united force. Only a peerless master like Wang Xianzhi could face this power head-on." Li Chungang made a private assessment, deeply worried about how the battle would turn out.

Seeing Wang Ritain temporarily suppressed, Xuanyuan Dapan was delighted, a smug look spreading across his face. Dragon Tiger Mountain's foundations truly run deep. Wang Ritain is nothing to fear. He immediately darted forward like a black bolt of lightning, reaching Wang Ritain's side. With a shout, he unleashed his full strength and punched toward Wang Ritain. The blow contained all his power. His fist wind howled, tearing through the air with a piercing shriek.

Yet just as his fist was about to hit Wang Ritain, a strange smile appeared on Wang Ritain's face. Xuanyuan Dapan sensed danger at once. His true qi was vanishing into Wang Ritain's body without a sound, like a stream sinking into the sea. "What's happening?" He was shocked and tried to pull his arm back, only to find it tightly wrapped in a powerful force that was dragging it toward Wang Ritain.

"You've walked right into the jaws of death." Wang Ritain spoke coldly, his voice seeming to come from the depths of the underworld and sending a chill through all who heard it. Then the force of his Three Points Return to Origin Qi burst forth. A tremendous power surged from within him like an invisible storm, sending Xuanyuan Dapan flying. Xuanyuan Dapan's body arced through the air like a broken kite before slamming into the mountainside of Dragon Tiger Mountain. With a deafening crash, the impact blasted a massive hole into the mountain. Rocks flew, and dust filled the air.

The sudden turn of events left the three Heavenly Masters stunned. They stared wide-eyed at the scene, their hearts filled with fear. "Wang Ritain's strength is terrifying! We badly underestimated him," one of the Heavenly Masters said, his face deathly pale and his voice trembling.

Wang Ritain slowly raised his head, a cold light glinting in his eyes. The demonic self behind him suddenly exerted its strength, breaking free of its restraints. The earth shook violently, and cracks spread in every direction like a spiderweb. The dreadful aura emanating from his demonic self crashed down once more like a tide. Under its pressure, the people of Dragon Tiger Mountain swayed like little boats caught in a storm. Zhao Huangchao and the other two men turned pale. They poured all their strength into resisting the terrifying pressure, yet it felt as futile as an ant trying to shake a tree.

Wang Ritain strode toward Zhao Huangchao and the others. The earth trembled with each step. Behind him, his demonic self raised an enormous demonic blade, its surface wrapped in demonic energy and radiating a chilling aura. Though Zhao Huangchao and the other two had the fortune of Dragon Tiger Mountain bolstering them, they could only bend under the terrible pressure, their faces contorted in pain.

"No!" Zhao Huangchao shouted, trying to gather his strength and resist once more. But the demonic blade fell too quickly, giving them no time to react. It crashed down with the force of an overwhelming tide. The three men's true qi was like tissue paper before it, torn apart in an instant. The blade sent the three Heavenly Masters flying, their bodies arcing through the air before crashing down in the distance. Xuanyuan Dapan struggled out of the mountainside too, but by then he was barely alive.

The demonic blade's power was terrifying, cutting through everything in its path. Even from far away, the martial artists could clearly hear the sound of the Heavenly Masters' bones snapping. Xuanyuan Dapan was in an even worse state: blood spurted from every pore, turning his entire body crimson until he looked like a blood-soaked figure. Then his body plummeted like a falling meteor and slammed into the ground.

Wang Ritain's strike left all of Dragon Tiger Mountain in shock. Everyone was shaken by its terrifying power and filled with fear. "Could Wang Ritain be a demon god reborn? How can he wield such terrifying power?" "Dragon Tiger Mountain may be facing a disaster this time." People whispered among themselves, their voices filled with terror and despair.

After delivering one slash, Wang Ritain's expression remained cold as he stared at Zhao Huangchao and the others. "Did you think that would be enough to stop me?" he said coldly, his voice tinged with mockery. He then raised the demonic blade again and swung it three times. Each slash carried the power to destroy heaven and earth, and with every blow, the world changed color. The fortune gathered by Dragon Tiger Mountain and Mount Huishan was forcibly cleaved apart by the three strikes.

The backlash from the shattered fortune made Zhao Huangchao and the other three men spit out mouthfuls of blood. Their auras weakened at once, and their faces turned paper-white. "Th-this is impossible!" Zhao Huangchao stared at Wang Ritain in disbelief, filled with despair. He had never imagined that Wang Ritain's strength could be so terrifying that he could forcibly shatter even Dragon Tiger Mountain's fortune.

Wang Ritain strode toward Zhao Huangchao and the others, his steps resolute. In everyone's eyes, his figure was like a god descending into the world, impossible to stop. The people of Dragon Tiger Mountain stared at him in terror. They knew that no one could stand against Wang Ritain now.

Zhao Xituan watched Wang Ritain and let out a helpless sigh. "Dragon Tiger Mountain's calamity was inevitable after all." He thought to himself, his eyes filled with worry. He knew that Dragon Tiger Mountain's encounter with Wang Ritain would likely bring about a disaster without precedent.

Deeply aware of how dire things were, Zhao Huangchao exchanged a glance with the other two Heavenly Masters. In each other's eyes, they saw resolve. "Activate the formation!" Zhao Huangchao said through gritted teeth, his voice tinged with helplessness and tragic determination. He knew that activating the formation laid down by Dragon Tiger Mountain's forebears centuries ago would destroy the mountain's thousand-year foundation and fortune. But to protect Dragon Tiger Mountain, they had no other choice.

Zhao Huangchao took a deep breath, and his aura instantly connected with Dragon Tiger Mountain. The mountain's entire fortune manifested, and all of Dragon Tiger Mountain shook violently. One enormous peak after another slowly rose into the air, runes shimmering across them as a powerful aura emanated from their slopes. The peaks joined with Dragon Tiger Mountain's formation, creating a terrifying force that pressed down on Wang Ritain.

"So this is the foundation Dragon Tiger Mountain has built over a thousand years!" Xu Fengnian exclaimed, his eyes full of shock. He had never seen such tremendous power. The display of Dragon Tiger Mountain's hidden strength had once again upended his understanding of the martial world.

Li Chungang also furrowed his brow at the sight. "Wang Ritain is probably trapped in a desperate situation now. Even Wang Xianzhi himself might struggle to deal with Dragon Tiger Mountain as it stands." He thought to himself, deeply worried about Wang Ritain's predicament.

The power of the mountain peaks continued to grow, suppressing Wang Ritain and his demonic self. The area covered by the demonic energy shrank steadily, and Wang Ritain's body began to tremble slightly. Seeing this, everyone thought Wang Ritain was about to lose. "Wang Ritain, you have nowhere left to run. Surrender quietly!" Zhao Huangchao shouted, his voice carrying a hint of smugness. He believed that after activating Dragon Tiger Mountain's ultimate hidden strength, Wang Ritain was certain to lose.

From within the mountain peaks, Zhao Huangchao saw Wang Ritain being suppressed and was delighted. He began to bargain with him. "Wang Ritain, if you hand over your cultivation art, kneel and confess your crimes, and serve Dragon Tiger Mountain for fifty years, I'll spare your life." He believed that Wang Ritain was trapped in a desperate situation and would surely accept his terms.

Wang Ritain couldn't help laughing when he heard Zhao Huangchao's words. "You think this is enough to suppress me? If this is your final trump card, then it's my turn!" Wang Ritain shouted, brimming with confidence and dominance. Then, with a thought, he opened the system. He used the vast amount of Prestige Points he had gained from defeating Sui Xiegou to start improving his cultivation.

In an instant, Wang Ritain's aura began to surge. Light shimmered around his body as a powerful force stirred within him. His cultivation, which had been suppressed, surged like floodwaters bursting through a dam. He broke through from the Finger Profound Realm to the Great Finger Profound Realm in a flash.

Under the horrified gazes of Dragon Tiger Mountain's people, Wang Ritain took another step forward. The demonic self behind him began to recover too. In just a few breaths, it grew from less than ten zhang tall back to a hundred zhang. And it kept growing: a hundred and fifty zhang, two hundred zhang... The aura emanating from the demonic self made everyone's scalp prickle.

Wang Ritain looked at the people of Dragon Tiger Mountain, a cold glint in his eyes. "You were right just now. This all ends here! But I won't be the one who loses!" Wang Ritain shouted. As soon as the words left his mouth, a terrifying force burst from within him and shot into the sky. It sent the clouds churning, and the sky over Dragon Tiger Mountain instantly turned pitch-black. As Wang Ritain took his final step, a crisp snap rang out—he had stepped into the Heavenly Phenomenon Realm.