The Divine Script Path

"Boom."

Runes shimmered in the War Goddess's palm, and lightning erupted.

Palm Lightning.

Su Ye dodged the War Goddess's attack in a sorry state and said indignantly, "What are you doing? I already admitted defeat."

"I don't agree."

The War Goddess said coldly. A trace of anger appeared on her stunning face. His casual attitude was an insult to her.

Besides, she had finally found a worthy opponent. How could she let the fight end with a whimper?

Runes swirled around her, and the Golden Armor she wore blazed with dazzling light as she charged at Su Ye.

Su Ye didn't want to fight the War Goddess, but she refused to let him go, leaving him helpless. "Since you won't accept the win, I'll beat you until you do."

Boom.

Power erupted within Su Ye. His seemingly small frame contained terrifying strength. He swung his fist, and Fist Light shook heaven and earth.

But the War Goddess was no weakling. Her seemingly delicate body also held terrifying power, like a dragon in human form.

"Bang."

"Boom."

"Bang."

The two clashed again and again. Each collision brought disaster: the ground split apart, ancient trees shattered, and mountains and rocks crumbled.

"As expected of the War Goddess. She truly lives up to her name."

"But this little guy is even more astonishing. He can actually fight the War Goddess to a standstill."

"It's not a standstill. That little guy has the upper hand."

The Heaven Mending Pavilion disciples watched Su Ye and the War Goddess fight, all of them deeply shocked. None of them joined either side. They were from the Heaven Mending Pavilion and had no shortage of Treasure Arts, and they disdained ganging up on a child.

Elsewhere,

Little One grew bolder with every fight, battling with wild abandon as he unleashed his Treasure Arts one after another. Of course, he only had two, which he alternated between. Lightning and moonlight surged as he blasted one figure after another to death.

These people wanted to seize his Treasure Arts, so he naturally showed no mercy. Besides, in a situation like this, he couldn't afford to hold back. If he let his guard down for even a moment, they might kill him.

It was true that being killed in the Void God Realm wouldn't really mean death, but it would leave him weakened for a while. He was already short on time. How could he afford to waste any?

Boom.

Runes swirled around Little One, and moonlight soared into the sky. A bright full moon hung high above, with a mighty vicious bird within it.

The bird burst through the moon as if emerging from another Space-Time, bringing with it a terrifying aura. Its wings spread wide, blotting out the sky and sun. Its feathers gleamed like metal, and one feather after another shot forth, transforming into a rain of arrows.

Humm.

An old man held a Green Gourd in his hand. Mysterious patterns covered it, glowing as they swallowed the feathers.

"Young friend, don't be so stingy. Lend us those four Precious Bones so we can study them. Don't worry, we won't do it for nothing—we can repay you with Jingbi."

The old man holding the Green Gourd said with a smile, looking rather like an immortal.

"Is that what you call borrowing? That's not borrowing—it's robbing!"

Little One said indignantly, then added, "I don't want Jingbi. I want Treasure Arts—I want your clan's ultimate Treasure Art. Give me that, and I'll let you study them."

"It seems you won't agree, young friend."

The old man holding the Green Gourd let his smile fade. His eyes grew deep, and the gourd in his hand glowed brilliantly, ready to suck Little One inside.

"Hmph."

Little One snorted angrily. The Crimson Feather Treasure Fan in his hand blazed with terrifying light. Its patterns stirred to life, unleashing a fearsome crimson radiance. Raging flames surged forth, as if they could burn the Nine Heavens.

The old man holding the Green Gourd's expression shifted. He looked at the Crimson Feather Treasure Fan and couldn't help cursing, "Damn the Four Great Families!"

His Green Gourd was extraordinary, but the Crimson Feather Treasure Fan was just as remarkable—perhaps even stronger than his gourd.

"Ah..."

Flames surged and spread in every direction. People with weaker cultivation screamed as they burned. This was the Initial Land, where they couldn't use powerful strength to dispel the terrifying flames.

There were members of the Four Great Families in the crowd. Their expressions were ugly, especially those from the family that had originally possessed the Crimson Feather Treasure Fan. Their faces were even more grim.

Elsewhere,

Su Ye and the War Goddess's battle had reached a fever pitch.

Both were powerful. Su Ye had a strong body, but little combat experience.

The War Goddess's body was not as strong as Su Ye's, but she had plenty of fighting experience and knew how to deflect a thousand pounds with four ounces. She easily neutralized his strength while her own blows landed hard on him.

"Looks like I'll have to show you what I can really do to subdue you."

Su Ye said. Runes swirled around his hands, and one after another traced across his skin, making him faster and more agile.

"Inscription?"

The War Goddess noticed the patterns on Su Ye and her expression shifted. Cultivators could usually inscribe runes on their bodies only after reaching the Inscription Realm, yet this boy had managed it.

Of course, she didn't think he was an Inscription Realm expert. First, he was far too young. Second, this was the Initial Land. Even if he really were an Inscription Realm cultivator, he couldn't inscribe runes on his body here. What he was using must be a special secret technique that briefly fused runes with his flesh and blood, unleashing powerful, mysterious strength.

The War Goddess gently moved her hand, sketching runes in the air. They formed a character: "Suppress."

Boom.

Terrifying power erupted, like the might of Heaven itself, bearing down upon him. The ground beneath Su Ye's feet continued to crack under its weight, and he seemed to be bearing the sky on his back.

"That's... the Divine Script Precious Technique."

The Heaven Mending Pavilion disciples saw the character "Suppress" the War Goddess had summoned. Their expressions shifted as they recognized the Treasure Art.

In ancient times, martial arts flourished, giving rise to one peerless prodigy after another. These prodigies did not follow the established path of cultivation to the letter. Instead, they forged their own paths to the Great Dao. One such path was called the Divine Script Path.

Divine Scripts were characters formed by condensing rune-based Treasure Arts. One character was one Treasure Art, one Divine Ability.

Three thousand Great Daos, three thousand characters.

In later times, the path even gave rise to the idea that one character could contain a world. It was said that a Divine Script Path expert had once slain a god with a single character.

After the ancient era fell, the Divine Script Path gradually declined. Its legacy was lost, too. No one had expected to see such an unparalleled Divine Ability now.

Su Ye's expression turned grave as he looked at the character above him. It shone with dazzling light, and in his eyes, it was no mere character, but an entire world.

"A character-based Divine Ability?"

A smile appeared on Su Ye's face. The aura around him suddenly vanished, then an even more powerful force erupted. He was now like an ancient, primordial fiend god awakening, his power far exceeding what he had shown before.

Rumble.

The heavens and earth roared, and even the Void God Realm shook violently, as if it could barely withstand the power he was unleashing. Order Divine Chains appeared across the sky, as if to suppress him, but they only materialized; they did not descend.