Myriad Transformations

A Divine Form was a powerful, unfathomable transformation, one of the finest expressions of a cultivator's talent.

It was the flesh evolving to its utmost and manifesting the shape of the Dao, a sign of profound attainment and entry into the halls of the Dao, and, more importantly, a direction toward future Dao vindication. All such transformations were called Divine Forms.

Since ancient times, any cultivator capable of manifesting a Divine Form could undoubtedly be called a heaven-favored prodigy.

Even among the sages of antiquity, few had comprehended a Divine Form uniquely their own. Yet this young man before them seemed... close to achieving it?

"No, it isn't a Divine Form yet. More precisely, he seems to still be searching for a direction? If he continues developing it, he'll eventually manifest a Divine Form uniquely his own..."

The elder of the Ziwei Divine Dynasty hesitated. Li Wangxian had manifested too many "Dao shapes," and their power was too great. Such might hardly resembled someone still searching for his direction; it seemed more like a Divine Form nearing completion.

"But how could one person manifest so many Divine Forms? Even the legendary Heavenly Tyrant Body couldn't manifest its nine great Divine Forms at this realm, could it?"

In the end, the elder could only speculate, "His attainment in the Dao is undoubtedly profound enough. In terms of breadth, it even far exceeds what is needed. He simply hasn't developed the transformation best suited to him, so he hasn't used his flesh to bear a 'Dao shape' and manifest a complete Divine Form.

"He's only in the Four Extremes Secret Realm, yet he's already come this far..."

The old man's expression changed. Had they truly encountered someone akin to a young Great Emperor this time?

But even if a golden age really had arrived, surely a single ancient planet couldn't have so many people with the potential to become emperors?

"Li Shenzhou? Or the mysterious youth outside Tianyuan City?" At this thought, the old man's eyes blazed, shooting out divine light as he opened his heavenly eye and scrutinized Li Wangxian.

"I can't see through to his true form. Some inexplicable aura is blocking my scrutiny, but there are disharmonious spots in his flesh, seemingly traces of a transformation!

"Interesting. Is he really one of those two?"

The elder's expression turned intrigued. The Ziwei Imperial Capital truly was a gathering of exceptional talents now. Almost all those with hopes of vindicating their Dao had arrived.

"This really is something to look forward to..."

On the platform.

Li Wangxian's expression sharpened as he sensed an unfathomably deep aura sweep over him.

But he had nothing to fear. A heavenly eye? Looks like I need to finish this quickly.

"Roaaar!!"

A furious roar erupted from the arena, and everyone's expression changed drastically.

As Li Wangxian developed his transformations, a Purple Qilin roared into being, bearing the majesty of a king and an aura unrivaled in the world!

That mighty roar was like the starry river of the nine heavens cascading down, possessing the power to destroy the world. This was the Qilin Roar: unleashed in fury, it could shatter mountains and rivers and evaporate vast oceans. There was no suspense whatsoever. His final opponent's many protective Spirit Treasures were blasted apart by the roar, and he fell from the arena with broken bones and torn sinews.

His tenth victory was secured. He could enter the next round.

Li Wangxian withdrew his hands, his face utterly calm. He stepped down from the smaller arena and, beneath everyone's gaze, walked slowly toward the large arena at the center of the square, his pace neither hurried nor sluggish.

Though called a small arena, it was still thirty zhang long and thirty zhang wide. After all, combat platforms for cultivators were nothing like those used by ordinary martial artists.

How could an arena built for these people to spar be particularly small? Otherwise, a single leap would carry them out of bounds. How could they fight then?

The large arena was even more extravagantly vast. Not only was it a hundred zhang long and wide, but mysterious Formation Patterns protected it, containing the shock waves and other fallout produced by the duels.

Thud, thud, thud!

Amid the steady sound of his footsteps, Li Wangxian strode toward the central arena. In a rare display, he released his own peerless edge. His presence reached through heaven and earth, leaving nowhere untouched, pressing everyone there into trembling fits. Their hearts pounded in terror, and they felt as though they would suffocate. It was boundlessly terrifying.

"So strong, such terrifying spirit. This old man feels that if he wanted to kill me, it would be as easy as plucking grass..." An old man stood directly in Li Wangxian's path. Crushed beneath that overwhelming presence, he trembled all over, even his voice shaking.

Someone recognized him as a renowned elder in the Dragon Transformation Realm. He had entered that realm many years ago and was no newcomer, yet he still spoke this way. Everyone was utterly horrified, and for a time, the entire crowd fell silent.

Thud, thud, thud!

Li Wangxian walked on, his aura undergoing countless transformations without settling into any fixed shape. During those ten duels, he had manifested numerous "Dao shapes," explored the profound principles of Divine Forms, and gained many insights.

Now, as he briefly tested those insights in his heart, the entire sky resonated with him, and the Great Dao pulsed in unison with him. His aura blazed with extraordinary intensity, transforming with every step. At times, he resembled a dragon or a phoenix, his might overshadowing the Human Realm; at others, his presence was as peerlessly sharp as an immortal sword, cleaving through the nine heavens. He also possessed the bearing of a great cauldron or a Dao Bell suppressing three thousand worlds, embodying supreme profundities that exhausted every transformation of the Great Dao.

Mm, one yin and one yang are called the Dao. All things are formed through yin and yang, and wondrous manifestations emerge from them. Yin and yang working together truly hold the supreme mysteries of grasping creation and unfolding all arts and all paths!

Li Wangxian's thoughts continued without pause. This exploration of Divine Forms had deepened his understanding of yin and yang working together. He had grasped a mysterious pulse and truly understood how he should proceed along his future path.

My Divine Form should be founded on the union of yin and yang, unfolding the many aspects of the Great Dao and exhausting the transformations of all paths. It is one, and it is also myriad.

With his Divine Form's initial direction established, Li Wangxian felt immense joy, though he had yet to develop it to perfection. This was not merely a transformation of his Divine Form, but also the direction of his future Dao vindication.

But then his thoughts shifted to the Ruthless Great Emperor of the Northern Dipper, and his expression immediately grew somewhat peculiar.

Mm, doesn't this seem directly opposed to the Ruthless Great Emperor's Myriad Transformations Sacred Art?

The Myriad Transformations Sacred Art dissolved all mighty arts and melted away the Great Dao. His Myriad Transformations Divine Form likewise transformed every aspect of the Great Dao, but its transformation manifested and gave birth to the Great Dao.

This really is a needle's point meeting a wheat awn! One dissolves all paths, while the other gives birth to all paths. This...

Moreover, when he considered the secret arts he knew, Li Wangxian bared his teeth slightly. Come to think of it, aside from the Four Extremes Seal I learned, my usual methods, like the Sun Emperor Fist and Rainbow Transformation Speed, all came from comprehending the Sun Divine Laws in my blood or the Great Dao of heaven and earth. Am I following Ruthless's "old path"? Taking on the Nine Secrets alone?

That really was no good idea, but the Sun God Sect's reserves were woefully inadequate. Aside from the Four Extremes Seal, which could be considered an extraordinary sacred art, its other Mystic Arts were merely passable, far inferior to sacred-level divine arts. He had little choice.

Li Wangxian felt somewhat fortunate. Thankfully, he had made that trip to Tianyuan City, where he had activated the power of "Dimension" and briefly ascended to a lofty peak. Many of his secret arts had evolved to astonishing heights and, at lower realms, were no weaker than other sacred arts. Otherwise, his lack of divine arts would indeed have become a major weakness in future battles.

Hmm? Has the winner been decided? Lunar Saint Power froze the opponent, so the winner must be a disciple of the Taiyin God Sect!

Li Wangxian glanced sideways. A black-clad young man stood alone in the arena, radiating power of utmost yin and cold. Li Wangxian's eyes suddenly deepened.