At this mont, seeing Yang Tian’s unusual movent, his whole heart was entangled, praying that Yang Tian would die in the torrent of spells!
But unexpectedly, amidst the roaring chaos, a deep and boundless voice suddenly resonated — unthinkably clear — across a hundred miles:
"Return to Origin!"
"This... this is Yang Tian’s voice! He... he’s not dead?" Zhou Fuhai’s face instantly turned pale.
At the sa ti, the Divine-level and True God-level figures atop Hualong Mountain one by one began to change their expressions.
"This... isn’t possible. In this torrential flood of spells, layered with countless forbidden curses, did Yang Tian really die without resistance?"
Blood Prince Paul was the first to shout in a blunt and abrasive tone.
When he and Prince Henry entered China together, he couldn’t resist the sensation of the Five Elents Power.
But now, faced with the magical torrent ford by the Five Elents Power, Yang Tian had plunged directly into it — and yet he didn’t die.
How could Paul not feel astonished?
How could I not feel astonished?
Selda, the ascetic who swore vengeance for Gandhi, had been killed by Yang Tian. Terrified at the sight before her, she murmured to herself, "He..." If he really could withstand a magic stream born of the Five Elents, perhaps he’s already surpassed the realm of God. Could it be... has he already reached the level of the Three Sages?
"No!"
Perhaps Selda’s words had reached his ears, or maybe it was an observation born of his own insight.
Mid-air, Chenn Yuanba stared with unyielding eyes—an utterly certain voice echoing from the depths of his soul: Yang Tian isn’t an Immortal!
That voice ca solely from within him. Suddenly, before his very eyes, the divine torrent he summoned began to shrink, condense, and eventually vanish.
And a figure—undeniably Yang Tian—began replacing that divine torrent!
"Not the Three Sages, but better than the Three Sages!"
Looking at Yang Tian standing not far in front of him, clad in black robes, dark hair streaming, with a ferocious visage yet no sign of injury, Chenn Yuanba couldn’t help but sigh deeply.
It was undeniable!
At this mont, everyone naively watching Yang Tian saw the figure of a True God-level expert once again erge before them. A shared thought appeared simultaneously in their minds!
Today’s myth surpasses the Three Sages! Better than the Three Sages!
Who, now, could defeat Yang Tian? Who was strong enough? Or who could even dare to stand as his rival?
At this mont, Yang Tian was invincible!
"Victory and defeat have been decided!"
It’s unclear how long Blood Prince Paul took to awaken from his shock and resignation.
Later, a dark-skinned man slightly nodded and said, "When I joined the World Trade Organization, who could have imagined that Chenn Yuanba would beco the ruling force of the world— and even he couldn’t help Yang Tian. The whole world fears Yang Tian’s supremacy."
When those words left their lips, the other Divine-level and True God-level strongn also nodded slightly.
A hundred years of cultivation, once invincible!
Yet now, despite Chenn Yuanba’s best effort, he couldn’t assist Yang Tian. Not even Yang Tian’s hand could be forced!
This demonstrated the overwhelming gap between them!
Under such disparity, Chenn Yuanba could now only sustain his title of "formally invincible."
For standing before him now— was the world’s number one!
The God-class experts, astute and mighty, had already decided they needed to leave. Slowly, they ascended higher to the clouds to avoid interfering further.
anwhile, those weaker cultivators stationed lower down Hualong Mountain, witnessing this scene, couldn’t help but gasp in awe!
A hundred-year-long war split into victory and defeat with rely three moves— sothing no one could possibly fathom!
Yet just when everyone believed victory and defeat were sealed, Chenn Yuanba abruptly burst out laughing.
"Hahaha! Strong! You are truly strong!"
Chenn Yuanba looked deadly serious.
The way of cultivation, while shared in purpose, follows the Tao of Three Thousand Paths. So, like Yang Tian, break their own shackles through the spirit of battle, reaching unparalleled limits.
Others, like David’s generation, steadfastly polish their skills for a hundred years until their gradual breakthroughs unveil visions of transcendent paths.
Then, there exists another kind of practitioner— one who fuels himself through impending crisis, driving his essence, forcing breakthroughs, even if success costs his life!
When Yang Tian initially encountered Chenn Yuanba, he thought the man was akin to David— accomplished yet thodical, steady and sharp.
After all, Chenn Yuanba had reached the pinnacle of True God and stood upon the edge of Immortal Realms. Given ti, he could tread higher through pure refinent and ascend to Wudao’s peak.
But at this precise mont, after resonating with the killing spirit of the Sword Battle, Yang Tian realized he was mistaken!
There was, evidently, so unfathomable mystery linking the bronze sword with the West Immortal Sword Battle.
And that bronze sword was neither transmitted from Chenn Bangguo’s heritage nor re ancient prophecy!
Because at Chenn Yuanba’s call, the sword was drawing— unsheathing itself forcefully. Clearly, this sword was Chenn Yuanba’s ultimate secret technique prepared for his final strike!
The purpose was to extract the intense critique of immortality from within the blade and inspire himself onward toward Wudao’s summit.
Here and now, Chenn Yuanba executed asures far exceeding his initial imagination!
He intended to directly slay the Immortal using the bronze sword, pierce their shen body, and pour essence into the Dantian.
The result would leave Chenn Yuanba with one of two fates:
Breakthrough successfully— ascending securely onto Wudao’s pinnacle!
Or suffer catastrophic destruction— his Dantian shattered, eting his demise!
This thod undeniably marked extremity; a pathway of no return, forged in audacious defiance!
It’s said that true cruelty lies not in cruelty toward others, but in cruelty toward oneself!
Those capable of such asures were either unparalleled heroes or obstinate zealots.
Evidently, Chenn Yuanba was the latter!
On the road of Wudao, he bowed to no one!
Thus, after several failed attempts to wrest control of Yang Tian’s hand, he opted for the most radical ans of breakthrough on battlefield grounds.
Understanding this, Yang Tian slowly descended from the sky, standing shoulder-to-shoulder opposite Chenn Yuanba, patiently waiting!
Chenn Yuanba harbored his own relentless resolve, while Yang Tian possessed pride no less profound!
Yang Tian wouldn’t exploit another’s breakthrough rely to gain advantage.
If you wish to transcend— I’ll let you transcend!
How will you transcend? Immortal? No matter.
Our generation stands between heaven and earth— fearless!
As they gazed upon Yang Tian, even those doubters hanging back weren’t fools. One by one, they realized Chenn Yuanba hadn’t perished after all, and couldn’t resist turning back.
"What exactly is Chenn Yuanba doing?" Is this self-destruction to gain power? Even just to defeat Yang Tian, was such foolishness necessary?"
In the skies, ascetic Selda furrowed her brows, staring intently at Chenn Yuanba, who stood motionless.
The crowd of cultivators furrowed their brows slightly in confusion.
In the realm of earthly cultivation, whether in ancient or modern eras, countless secret techniques traded bodily sacrifice for overwhelming power.
Yet amongst beings of their caliber, such ultimate asures were rarely used except in desperation.
After all, any secret techniques ca at irreversible costs to foundational cultivation.
Throughout heaven and earth, amidst the endless course of ti, many strikingly talented, gifted powerhouses have erged upon the earth— only to lose everything, enslaved by secret spells!
For once the foundation of cultivation was damaged— the path ahead beca a dead end.
Was Chenn Yuanba truly choosing to ruin all future prospects?
Only the Blood Lord Paul, the mightiest at the scene and the most insightful elite among True Gods, exclaid with passionate enthusiasm, "This isn’t rely a secret technique."
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