With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal Chapter 877 - 625: Dao Principles, Calamities, and the Eight

In the distance, the Great Saints appeared dazed, an exaggerated speculation erged in their minds, and an explosive sound like a great bell echoed loudly.

The human-divine shackle, did Zhao Linyuan break it?

Did Zhao Dasheng advance to a divine-level power?

At first, everyone’s faces lit up with joy, but then they turned extrely solemn.

Advancing now...

Buzz—

The Whisper of the Mountain Range extended its hands hidden under the robe for the first ti, its withered arms surrounded by dark rings, exuding a terrifying aura.

Demonic patterns undulated, wrists turned, fingers tore through the void, sparking black lightning, demonic clouds surged and covered the sky, colliding forcefully with the vast blue hand in mid-air.

In their confrontation, a force beyond what the world could bear erupted instantaneously!

It was like two colossal starships colliding, annihilating countless asteroids.

Or like a world-ending tsunami colliding with a teor catastrophe, boundless might cascaded forth.

Zhao Linyuan and the Whisper of the Mountain Range unleashed all their power upon eting, their astonishing assault piercing through the void, countless light and shadows intertwined, dreamlike.

Their aura was so overwhelming, ascending into the sky, gradually shrinking into tiny black dots in the eyes of the onlookers, standing tens of thousands of ters high, flickering and intertwining, sporadically erupting with a shocking gigantic black rift, where void currents flowed and drifted heavenwards.

"Has Zhao Sheng reached the eighth limit already? Such mighty power..."

Everyone widened their eyes in disbelief, finding it hard to imagine that such destructive force could be caused by a "human."

Martial Arts, Martial Arts, entering the Dao through martial prowess.

At this mont, all the Great Saints present, upon eting each other’s gaze, paled in comparison.

In their understanding of their own "Dao," they were not even a tenth of Zhao Linyuan’s comprehension.

He had practically reached the legendary state of "Unity with Dao" in ancient tales.

"Wasn’t it said that breaking eight can’t be done in the human realm? The Whisper of the Mountain Range’s power would also increase..."

Zhou Yun, snapped awake, questioned.

The Patriarch Heavenly Master, Zhang Daoling, slightly raised his eyes, his gaze flickering, as if deducing the Dao Principles.

"That’s not the case. Observe carefully, the ominous power of the Mountain Range has not increased; instead, it gradually diminishes under Zhao Linyuan’s suppression."

"The Patriarch’s aning is... he hasn’t broken eight, how is that possible?!"

The shock in everyone’s hearts was as if he hasn’t broken eight, how could he possess such incomparably terrifying combat strength.

Even if the entire seventh limit worldwide were to confront him together, they would be easily overwheld by that vast blue water.

Above the high heavens.

The pervasive shadow rain, capable of erasing all tangible things in the world, hit the Whisper of the Mountain Range, leaving incurable wounds.

This shadow rain was indifferent to enemies or allies, as it fell upon Zhao Linyuan, it pierced his white clothes, revealing his robust body.

Both sides dodged and launched frantic assaults, with the Whisper of the Mountain Range aggrieved and gritting its teeth to persist.

What is this shadow rain?

It is a cataclysm of heaven and earth, not a calamity for re mortals.

The mortal realm is limited; mundane Martial Arts are bound by seven limits.

To break through the eighth limit in Martial Arts is equivalent to reconstructing the world, creating a new sun and moon.

To make the mountains and rivers sturdier, capable of accommodating power beyond the mundane.

However, whoever triggers the cataclysm, the calamity descends upon their head, becoming their Dao’s manifestation.

Zhao Linyuan trod upon the water Dao, and the cataclysm transford into a "world-ending flood."

Only by rging with the Dao, enduring the calamity for the world, can one lead the heavens and earth to break free from mundane shackles, while also stepping into the realm of "Dao."

"Entering the Dao," is what the Cosmos refers to as divine-level powerhouses.

The deities of the Cosmos call this power [Law].

While those in the Anti-Cosmic Alliance domain refer to it as [Dao Principle].

The end of a Law is known as [Supre Authority], while the ultimate of Dao’s path is called [Pinnacle of Dao Confirmation].

Both powers are on the sa level, both embodying the top-tier cosmic rules applied upon oneself.

There is no clear superiority, only through real combat can one discern the truth.

Therefore, this was his quietly devised strategy, with the soul body of the Whisper of the Mountain Range constrained by the human realm’s dinsion.

Simply gathering power to break limits, while attacking the Whisper of the Mountain Range.

Using the transcendent power of the world’s water calamity to annihilate the opponent!

Zhao Linyuan certainly hasn’t broken the human-divine shackle yet.

He knows that once he breaks eight, the human realm would be able to smoothly bear the weight of Laws and Dao Principles.

The powers of the Whisper of the Mountain Range would also be augnted, multiplied terrifyingly!

...

The pouring shadow rain, the dark figure, did not remain passive.

Waving a dark halo, wielding divine power sufficient to make anyone’s soul tremble, erupted millions of tis in an instant, yet still couldn’t withstand the terrifying water calamity.

Heaven and earth trembled, the transparent shadow rain gradually turning brown, every drop containing world-shattering Dao charm.

Breaking through all obstacles, gradually chipping away at the Whisper of the Mountain Range’s body, though the process was slow, it was devastatingly effective.

At this mont, the perfected level of [Heaven Abyss Breaks Calamity Shock Sky Harmony Dao Technique] was pushed to its utmost by him.

In the human realm, Zhao Linyuan possessed unlimited control over the power of water.

Like a fish in water, he fared much better under the baptism of yellow water than the Whisper of the Mountain Range.

His task is to prevent the Whisper of the Mountain Range from escaping, ensuring it is utterly annihilated by the heavenly calamity!

"Damn it..."

The Whisper of the Mountain Range cursed under its breath, feeling boundless humiliation surge in his heart.

To be outsmarted by a re mortal, damn it!

This small dinsion had not changed at all, only when a divine-level being truly erged in this realm would he be able to draw more power from his true form,

In the distant [Tree Realm], trillions of lives were terrified to discover that the World Tree Ancestor in the world’s center trembled its branches, causing the heavens and earth to collapse.

The boundless earth gave out a terrifying tremor.

"Divine Master... is angry."

"Why is he angry? Did the expedition suffer a setback..."

"Speak carefully! Aren’t you afraid to die?"

Countless lives were in fearful panic, even those clearly above the mundane "gods" appeared as ek as cats and dogs.