This Supreme Secret Art had not displayed the splendor it deserved. The Nine Heavenly Venerables each threw a punch, forcefully blasting that world apart.
"Pfft!"
The unleashed mighty force struck Ji Hao as well, and his body shattered outright. This Great Tribulation was unprecedentedly difficult, more dangerous than ever before, surpassing all previous trials because these nine figures were a single whole.
"Kill!"
Ji Hao roared, unleashing every Secret Method he possessed: the Nine Secrets, phenomena, Demon Emperor Nine Slashes, Flying Immortal Technique, Swallowing Heaven Demonic Art... He evolved the profound meanings of all scriptures and battled the Heavenly Venerables.
At this moment, countless flashes of inspiration passed through his mind. His Secret Techniques were sublimating as spells fused with Dao Principles, while his own methods intertwined with Emperor Laws. They were merging, being refined together in a single furnace.
Most terrifyingly, the three-inch world that had originally floated before his chest had moved above his head, blooming with Boundless Light.
He had never given up on creating a method himself. He had already come halfway, relying on himself to forge a different path along the road of Body as the Seed.
This was a question that Red Dust Immortals, Quasi-Immortal Kings, and even Immortal Kings should have considered.
Ji Hao's actions were utterly audacious. Or perhaps they could be called overestimating himself—trying to step onto the path ahead with such weak cultivation.
Yet it had to be said that the path of cultivation required this kind of fearless, forward-driving resolve. Like Desolation during the Ancient Chaos Era—how many Heavenly Prodigies and outstanding figures had failed to create a new method? Was Desolation truly certain that he would succeed?
No. He merely wanted to gamble. He gambled that he could succeed!
Ji Hao was the same. He knew what calamities