Human potential was immense.
When pushed to the brink, people could do anything.
Wushi had baited the waters and gone fishing, only to hook the most vicious of monsters, leaving himself on the verge of certain death.
An unparalleled assassin had sacrificed even his own flesh, turning it into dust of the Great Dao that permeated the mountains and rivers. He made the growth rings of years upon his Wheel of Life resonate with the traces of time in the cosmos, unleashing peerless slaughter.
One could call it a makeshift, limited, flawed temporal domain, confined to these mountains and rivers. Wherever his "ashes" drifted became part of his incomplete temporal domain.
He no longer had a physical body. Only the light of his soul remained.
How fast was soul light?
Without the burden of acquired external things, it depended on how fast his thoughts moved!
Feng Jiu thought of Wushi, and so his blade's light struck Wushi!
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In that instant, even time blurred.
With this alone, Feng Jiu devised the beginnings of a forbidden Secret Technique uniquely his own—“I Think So”!
The name wasn't very dignified.
But with this art unleashed, he was destined to become the greatest assassin in history. Of all those who had attained the Dao throughout the ages, ninety-nine percent would have died beyond all doubt if they had faced this move at this cultivation level!
As fast as the mind, so fast the blade!
Yet this lifetime was different, after all.
The Emperor's Son with the most powerful constitution in history had emerged, rising to prominence in this era.
He possessed the most terrifying potential; no one had ever forced him into a desperate corner.
Now someone had!
And so, like uncut jade being carved and polished until it shone with dazzling brilliance, something was forcibly drawn out of him.
His blood splashed across the mountains and rivers, imprinting the laws of heaven and earth and recording the "past."
As the blade light that would end Wushi's primordial spirit descended, as an Emperor Tower flowed with hazy radiance, as a Saint's divine power boiled!
Boom!
The battlefield shuddered violently, as though another landscape had descended upon it, similar yet different-for those were the manifestations of heaven and earth from the moment before!
The two overlapped, overlaid one another, and eroded and resisted each other.
Ultimately, this was a creation born of a sudden flash of inspiration, nowhere near flawless.
Otherwise, according to Wushi's conception, all the myriad manifestations of heaven and earth would have reversed into the past at his will, returning to the "starting point" he desired.
Instead, this crude overlay and erosion triggered a tremendous clash, and he himself had to suffer the backlash!
But... it was enough!
A streak of blade light froze, its afterimages vanishing. A faint, flickering figure emerged amid the dust that filled the sky, his footwork thrown into disarray.
The chaos of heaven and earth, the explosion of Dao laws-this divine ability, vaguely touching upon the past and present, disrupted Feng Jiu's Nine Secrets: Xing!
"Now!"
Bloody light soared into the sky. Countless clumps of bloody pulp reassembled, and Wushi reappeared. Blood spilled ceaselessly from the corners of his mouth, and cracks covered his Dao Palace Secret Realm. He had suffered a horrifying backlash and was in dreadful condition.
Yet he ignored his injuries and attacked with everything he had. His blood energy overwhelmed the cosmos as he charged forward to kill!
Because this might be his only chance!
Wushi had to admit that this prodigious assassin of the Heavenly Court had sprung far too many surprises on him. From the very beginning of this battle, not a single thing had gone as he expected.
-What happened to the bloody battle where every punch struck flesh?
-What happened to the duel that set our blood boiling?
-Why have I spent this whole fight getting slashed, hacked until flesh and blood went flying?
He had never encountered such an infuriating opponent, and perhaps he never would again.
"Kill!"
This was a grand clash of Secret Techniques. Wushi unleashed every Secret Technique he had mastered, unifying them through the Six Paths of Reincarnation Fist as he fought a bloody battle amid the disordered world!
This time, he would give his opponent no chance to kite him again!
In a mere instant, Wushi reached Feng Jiu. He underwent ultimate sublimation, casting aside life and death, forgetting his wounds and pain. His entire figure underwent a strange evolution and transformation, manifesting a Divine Form. Vaguely, a Great Time Bell seemed to toll, shattering the boundless skies of the ages.
"Ah!"
Feng Jiu, his movements arrested, sighed softly. Blade light flared. Since he could not leave, he would stay.
Boom!
An immense black hole was blasted into existence, swallowing both figures.
Within the black hole, a bell's toll reverberated through heaven and earth, destroying all things.
Light also blazed there, dazzling to the utmost, until at last... it abruptly went out.
A long time passed.
The black hole vanished, and a battered body fell from within. Wushi staggered, nearly collapsing to the ground.
"Cough... cough, cough!"
He coughed up great mouthfuls of blood, as though he would cough out all his internal organs.
Never since his birth had he been in such a wretched state.
His parents both believed he was destined to become an emperor, and that one day he would establish the Heavenly Court and restore the glory of the Ancient Heavenly Court of the Mythological Era, simply because his foundations were too powerful and his innate advantages too great.
Yet this single battle had nearly extinguished all his convictions, plunging him into a life-and-death struggle unlike anything he had ever imagined!
"You... have earned my recognition."
"If you hadn't come from the Assassin Heavenly Court, with no imperial arts besides Nine Secrets: Xing, I might not have won this battle..."
Wushi panted, boundless exhaustion deep in his eyes.
"Though that mouth of yours is far too obnoxious, and all your crooked tricks are infuriating..."
"I may never forget an opponent like you for the rest of my life..."
He paused, recalling everything that had happened. In the end, he could not restrain himself from making a couple of snide remarks over his opponent's grave.
"Ah! Why didn't you use any imperial arts? Don't you like them?"
Wushi sighed deeply, revealing his true disposition.
Since emerging in this era, facing a wholly unfamiliar world and unfamiliar people, how many could understand the sorrow in his heart?
This was an affliction common to Emperor's Sons sealed away until a later age.
But this battle had cured him of every trace of melancholy.
Under death's shadow, there was no mood to mourn spring or grieve autumn.
Now, he only wanted to dance on Feng Jiu's grave.
"Oh."
Suddenly, a soft voice sounded beside Wushi's ear.
At the same instant, pain flashed through his neck, and then...
His head hit the ground!
"Ah, why didn't you dodge? Aren't you afraid of dying?"
A very familiar voice.
The voice of someone Wushi thought had already died in battle.
The voice of the assassin whose death he had just wanted to celebrate with song and dance!
Feng Jiu!
As Wushi's severed head spun through a whirling world, he saw the peerless assassin who had appeared behind him at some unknown moment.
His face was as pale as a sheet of
paper, as though he had suffered tremendous blood loss. One palm was slit open, and drop after drop of brilliantly shining blood fell to the ground, mingling with dust and earth.
The bloodstained dust suddenly began to squirm, becoming bloody mud, which deft, masterful hands began to shape.
At last, a clay figure as tall as Feng Jiu appeared, its features so lifelike that the false could pass for the real.
No.
It was no longer false.
Soul light shone upon it, and the clay figure actually came alive, becoming... another "him," no different from Feng Jiu's true body!
"Six Paths of Reincarnation Fist..."
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Both Feng Jius laughed at once. "Have you Sacred Bodies ever studied reincarnation? Yet you dare give it that name? Naming things any way you please!"
"Take a look at my Six Paths of Reincarnation... what do you think?"
"Your Six Paths of Reincarnation isn't bad. Unfortunately, against my Six Paths of Reincarnation... it just won't do!"