It would have been one thing if their clashes of Divine Forms and Visions had ended evenly before, but why was he now being firmly suppressed even in physical combat?
Worse still, the other man's vital energy inexplicably contained a cold, sinister aura. From the instant they exchanged blows, it had been quietly corroding his Indestructible Golden Body Origin!
Tyrant Corpse Descends from Heaven
"Hehe, impossible? Why would it be impossible...?"
Cang Yuhang threw back his head and laughed wildly. Pressing his advantage, his attacks grew increasingly fierce and vicious.
He had stopped using the Divine Form secretly passed down by the Tyrant Blood Lineage. At this moment, the mystical manifestation of his physical body and vital energy alone was enough to drive Xiang Jun back step by step.
"Do you see it? This is the true power of my Tyrant Blood Lineage! Forget a bastard waste like you—even the strongest Indestructible Golden Body of this generation in the entire universe will no longer be my match..."
The longer Cang Yuhang fought, the stronger he became, and a faint invincible aura gradually condensed around him.
His offensive methods were no longer confined to fixed techniques. Fists, palms, fingers, claws—every strike of his surging force aimed directly at Xiang Jun's Indestructible Golden Body Origin.
In just a few breaths, Xiang Jun had been forced into passive defense.
Fine cracks began to appear across the dark-gold shell formed by the other man's stimulated vital energy, while the golden Vision reflected from his Sea of Reincarnation gradually dimmed.
"His Young Master's divine might!!"
Among the crowd, the two remaining attendants from the Tyrant Blood Lineage's branch families shouted loudly.
Yet deep in their eyes, beneath their reverence, lay a nearly imperceptible trace of fear.
Nearby, Xin'er was proud and delighted that her Dao companion was about to win, but her beautiful eyes were also filled with concern.
Her relationship with Cang Yuhang was intimate, so over the past few days, she had naturally sensed it clearly.
Ever since her Dao companion had cultivated that manual called the "Devouring Source Scripture," his temperament seemed to have quietly changed. He had become moody, violent, and cruel.
One had to know that their group had originally consisted of eight people. Now, apart from the two of them, only those two attendants remained.
What had happened during that time was terrifying to contemplate.
Though she did not dare think too deeply about it, she could not avoid noticing the outward signs that Cang Yuhang's Tyrant Blood had become slightly purer than before.
Boom...
At that moment, Xiang Jun had narrowly escaped danger several times on Blackstone Platform, and the faint radiance of his bloodline was growing dimmer and dimmer.
"Brother Jun! Hold on..."
"Xiang Jun, if you really can't go on, then surrender!"
At the side, several of Xiang Jun's relatives and friends were frantic with worry.
"This ends here. Die, trash..."
Suddenly, Cang Yuhang caught an opening in Xiang Jun's defense and let out a savage grin.
His five fingers curled into claws. In an instant, a dark-purple Divine Mark vortex manifested in his palm, and he viciously clawed toward Xiang Jun's chest and abdomen!
It was easy to imagine that if this claw landed solidly, even if it did not directly rip out Xiang Jun's Sea of Reincarnation, it could at least destroy the Sea of Bitterness and Dao Palace within his torso.
"What kind of technique is this Tyrant Body brat cultivating? How can it be so sinister?"
At that moment, a royal lord from the Demon Emperor Hall, watching from high in the sky, noticed that something was wrong.
"It seems capable of drawing upon another's Origin to replenish itself. Such a demonic art is intolerable to heaven and earth!"
An old monk from the Western Desert also gradually noticed some clues. He pressed his palms together, sorrow written across his face.
"Doesn't this technique look somewhat like the 'Devouring Source Scripture' that has recently been spreading widely through the Eastern Wasteland?"
Among the crowd, several cultivators were filled with uncertainty.
"I have also heard of this demonic art in recent months. Its drawbacks are considerable, and the slightest carelessness can lead to cultivation deviation. It would be one thing to practice only a fragment of it for a short while, but in the long run, it is not the Great Dao..."
"From the looks of it, this Tyrant Body has already gone too far and cannot free himself..."
The Taixuan Sect's leader shook his head.
"Hehe, this world only cares about victors and losers. So what if it is a demonic art, as long as it can make one stronger? The Indestructible Golden Body Lineage of the Big Dipper is going to fall here today..."
An Outer Domain cultivator watched coldly.
Thud...
"Indestructible Golden Body... cannot be defeated by my hand!!"
Below, at the brink of life and death, Xiang Jun roared.
Seeing that part of his Origin had already been imperceptibly tainted during their battle, he simply ignited his Origin and made one final stand.
In an instant, his entire body blazed once more with dazzling golden radiance, like a god walking the world.
Mystic Yellow Qi drifted forth from nowhere. His Sea of Bitterness reflected outward, and behind him, a figure seemed to sit high above the Ninth Heaven, gazing down upon all living beings.
Immortal King Descends upon the Nine Heavens!
The Tyrant Blood had nine great Divine Forms, while the Indestructible Golden Body likewise possessed nine great Visions. Though they were not exclusive to this physique, cultivators throughout the world could cultivate similar ones.
Yet for ordinary people, cultivating even one in their lifetimes was already rare. Unlike the Indestructible Golden Body, these Visions seemed innate, branded deep within the bloodline. So long as one gained insight, they could be drawn from within the body and fully integrated.
Buzz...
The Vision only reflected into the outside world for an instant before merging with Xiang Jun's body once more.
At that moment, his physical combat power was pushed almost to its limit.
His Origin burned fiercely as he unleashed its final brilliance, throwing a punch toward Cang Yuhang.
Bang!!!
"Pfft..."
After that blow, Xiang Jun spat blood and flew backward.
Crack, crack...
The chilling sound of bones breaking rang out continuously. His entire right arm, along with part of the bones in his torso, twisted and deformed before shattering. Flesh burst apart, and blood sprayed across the sky.
His ruined body crashed heavily to the ground, his aura withering to the extreme in an instant.
Even so, his eyes remained filled with defiance as he still struggled to rise.
Unfortunately, his injuries were far too severe, and his Origin had also been damaged. After struggling several times, he ultimately failed to get back up.
Before him, Cang Yuhang was also shaken by that desperate blow, his vital energy churning.
His internal organs trembled as he staggered back six or seven steps in succession. A trace of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, but he had not suffered serious injuries.
Instead, he slowly steadied himself and silently felt the sliver of Indestructible Golden Body Origin drawn back into his palm by the Divine Mark vortex. A faintly intoxicated expression appeared on his face.
"A mayfly trying to shake a tree—utterly incapable of withstanding a single blow! Impure blood is impure blood. How could it compare to my Tyrant Body?"
At last, he flicked his hand and looked at the fallen Xiang Jun, his eyes brimming with killing intent.
Tap... tap...
There was no doubt that he had already won, yet he still advanced step by step. He intended to finish Xiang Jun completely, collect his corpse, and devour all the Origin within it to strengthen himself further.
"Stop!! Brother Jun has already lost! Why are you still trying to kill him?"
Whoosh!
Several figures in midair were just about to rush down when Xin'er and the two attendants intercepted them halfway.
However, just as Cang Yuhang raised his foot and planted his battle boot on Xiang Jun's head, preparing to stomp down, a sudden change occurred!
Rumble...
The upper levels of this world shook repeatedly. A figure descended into the Lower Realm, moving at an inconceivable speed, as though the laws of this place had taken form.
Bang...
Then, before the stunned and terrified eyes of countless people, the figure casually struck out with one palm and forcibly blew apart Cang Yuhang, whose actual cultivation had already stepped half a foot into the Half-Saint realm.
Immediately afterward, the figure casually tossed the mangled remains toward some place on the lowest level, as though throwing away a pile of garbage.
That sudden scene left every spectator utterly dumbfounded.
"Yuhang!!!"
Seeing this, Xin'er dove down like a madwoman, but it was completely futile.
Cang Yuhang was already dead, with not even bones left behind. She had rushed down for nothing.
Everything had happened in the brief span of a flash. No one below the Great Saint Realm had been able to react in the slightest.
Everyone could only stare blankly.
Only then did they clearly see that the figure was merely an enforcer manifested from the laws and formation diagram power of the Weapon-Refining Grounds, an embodiment of the small world's will.
Its entire body carried a faint metallic sheen.
After erasing Cang Yuhang, the figure shot into the sky and vanished with a thunderous burst.
Master, Your Disciple Misses You
Within the small world on the fourth level.
The magma still churned, and arcs of lightning still flickered all around, but the place was utterly silent, with everyone fearing for their own safety.
After a long while, once the figure had disappeared, a cultivator in the crowd whose true cultivation was likewise at the Immortal Third Realm secretly swallowed and asked with lingering fear:
"Th-this... why did that Bronze Puppet suddenly descend into the Lower Realm? Wasn't Cang Yuhang always suppressing his cultivation?"
"He lacked sufficient control over the demonic art he cultivated. His mind had already been affected by it, and this time, he craved the Indestructible Golden Body Origin too intensely. During their battle, the demonic art's circulation leaked a trace of aura into the Immortal Platform Secret Realm, yet he himself remained unaware..."
At that moment, Gu Qingying parted her crimson lips atop the Cloud Leopard's back and slowly said:
"But only because of this was he able to draw away a sliver of the other man's Origin. Otherwise, with both of them at the Dragon Transformation Nine Changes, how could he have tainted another person's Origin?"
"So that's how it is..."
Upon hearing this, everyone came to a realization. They still trusted Goddess Gu's powers of observation.
After all, she was a peerless talent who could break through to the Great Saint Realm at any moment. Whether in cultivation or talent, she surpassed the overwhelming majority present.
Had she not been born at an unfavorable time, when the Ancient Road of Central Plains' Qishi Mansion had yet to open and the golden age had yet to begin, she would likely have already become a true giant capable of overlooking an entire star domain.
"That makes sense. If such a heaven-defying technique truly existed, wouldn't everyone cultivate it?"
"The person spreading this 'Devouring Source Scripture' throughout the outside world recently is likely harboring sinister intentions..."
The people around them discussed the matter heatedly.
Xiang Jun's relatives and friends went to examine his injuries. They saw that his Origin was dim and severely tainted, and now completely exhausted. He did not have long to live.
"This is an attempt to exterminate our Indestructible Golden Body Lineage..."
An old man held Xiang Jun's ruined body and wept bitterly.
The person in his arms had been the hope of their clan, the one with the strongest bloodline among them by comparison. Yet he had been lost here today...
High in the sky, Jiang Wanqing, the current Divine King Body of the Jiang Family from the Ziwei Star Domain, took in the scene and silently shook her head.
After this battle, the Indestructible Golden Body Lineage of the Big Dipper appeared destined to decline completely.
"We should never have come to these Weapon-Refining Grounds!"
On Blackstone Platform, Xin'er and the two remaining Tyrant Blood attendants also wept bitterly before the pool of blood Cang Yuhang had left behind.
After a moment, the seductive woman wiped away her tears and slowly rose to her feet. She then cast a cold look toward Xiang Jun and his relatives and friends nearby, but did not attack.
Though their realms were higher, the other side had more people, and there were restrictions here. It was not suitable to provoke a conflict.
"Let's go!"
In the end, after calming herself, Xin'er still decided to leave this place.
Looking at it now, Cang Yuhang had made the wrong decision when he chose to remain in the Big Dipper. His luck had been truly terrible.
With that thought, the three immediately stopped suppressing their cultivation and transformed into three streaks of purple light, flying toward the higher levels of the world. To leave the tower, they could only reach the level matching their cultivation. This was the only path.
At their original spot, many watched them depart with complicated expressions, all wary of the bizarre technique Cang Yuhang had displayed earlier.