Facing this apocalyptic fiery purgatory that seemed capable of incinerating the Great Dao itself, Wang Zhan's pupils suddenly shrank to the size of pinpricks!
An unprecedented sense of crisis, bordering on death, drenched his entire body like ice water!
The blood-red spear-qi barrier he had previously erected melted and disintegrated instantly before this sea of flames, like ice and snow beneath the sun!
The surging blood-red battle qi around his body was also suppressed by that terrifying incinerating intent, shrinking drastically!
There was nowhere to hide! Nothing could block it!
This was a true situation of absolute death!
In the distance, the expressions of top-tier supreme talents like Ji Xuanye drastically changed. As they retreated violently, their eyes were filled with horror!
"Is Wang Zhan finished?" someone cried out in alarm.
Meanwhile, above the Nine Heavens, deep within the clouds.
Several blurry figures stood quietly. Their auras were as deep as the abyss and as vast as the sea, far beyond what the young supreme talents below could compare to.
Their gazes pierced through the void, watching this decisive battle.
Seeing Mo Yu unleash a Qilin forbidden art that touched upon the domain of laws, a figure shrouded in starlight let out a soft exclamation of surprise.
He looked with a hint of teasing at the middle-aged man beside him, who was clad in dark battle robes and exuded an imposing aura without being angry:
"Brother Wang, I am afraid your son is in trouble this time. Even an ordinary Saint would not dare to take these flames head-on. Are you not worried?"
Another old woman, wreathed in sword qi, also nodded slightly, her voice cold and clear: "This child is indeed a true dragon, but this move has exceeded the limits. Fellow Daoist Wang, if the situation becomes unsalvageable, I might be able to intervene..."
However, Wang Zhan's father, addressed as Brother Wang, simply laughed heartily upon hearing this. His voice was like a massive bell, and his tone carried an almost blind certainty and pride:
"Worried? What is there to be worried about!"
He paused, his gaze sweeping over the apocalyptic sea of fire below, ultimately fixing on that still-upright figure within the flames. His tone carried a trace of arrogance.
"My son, Wang Zhan, has the aptitude of a Great Emperor!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the surrounding Almighty experts of the Holy Lands all cast sidelong glances—some astounded, some amused, and some sneering in their hearts.
And at the exact moment this earth-shattering sentence fell—
A sudden mutation occurred on the battlefield below!
In this critical moment where life and death would be decided!
The extreme sense of crisis in the eyes of Wang Zhan, who was trapped in a desperate situation, suddenly transformed into an indescribable calmness, even carrying a hint of relief.
It was as if he had laid down the burden of eternity, or like a slumbering lion finally opening its eyes to look down upon the world.
He slowly, extremely slowly, raised his head.
His gaze pierced through the surging sea of flames and landed on the seemingly maddened Mo Yu in the air.
The corners of his mouth actually curled into an extremely faint smile, yet one so cold it could freeze the soul.
"Finally, things are getting a little interesting."
A soft murmur, yet like a sigh from the primeval antiquity, echoed clearly in the depths of everyone's soul!
The next moment, under everyone's incredulous gazes, Wang Zhan made a simple movement: he let go of the blood-red battle spear that had accompanied him through years of campaigns and drank countless blood.
With a clang, the battle spear fell to the ground.
Immediately after—
"BOOM—!!!!!!!"
A majestic aura that could not be described with words—vast, boundless, ancient, as if originating from the era before heaven and earth opened and chaos was first divided—suddenly erupted from Wang Zhan's body!
This aura was no longer the previous blood-red color, but had transformed into a clear, lofty azure color that contained endless vitality and majesty!
The azure vitality soared into the sky, like the first ray of light that split heaven and earth, instantly dispersing the leaden clouds covering the horizon!
The vitality gathered above his head, evolving into a grand phenomenon of orbiting sun, moon, and stars, and surging earth, water, fire, and wind!
A supreme pressure that stood above all living beings, as if wielding the authority of heaven and earth, crashed down!
The Qilin True Fire purgatory, capable of boiling the seas and incinerating all creation, at the moment it touched this azure vitality, was actually like raging waves crashing against an eternally immortal primeval divine mountain!
BOOM—!!!
An extremely muffled boom! The sea of flames viciously slammed against the barrier formed by the azure vitality, erupting with blinding light, but it could not advance another inch!
No matter how the flames roared and impacted, that seemingly thin azure vitality remained steadfast, like an insurmountable heavenly chasm, firmly blocking all destructive energy outside!
Wang Zhan stood in the center of the azure vitality, his black hair dancing wildly. His eyes had turned a pure azure color, within which scenes of evolving mountains and rivers and the birth and death of stars floated.
Beneath his skin, countless ancient and mysterious runes naturally surfaced, resonating with the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth.
At this moment, his temperament had completely changed! He was no longer that world-shocking God of War of slaughter, but more like a young Great Emperor who had descended to patrol the heavens and rule the firmament!
"This... what is this?!"
"My god! Vitality turning into the azure heavens? Sun, moon, and stars revolving around him? What kind of physique is this?!"
"What terrifying pressure! My soul is trembling!"
"The Qilin True Fire has been suppressed?!?!"
"Impossible! Just what kind of power is this?!"
Exclamations, cries of horror, and the sound of sharp intakes of breath blended together! Everyone was utterly shocked by this sudden, paradigm-shifting mutation!
Even Xinglan abruptly stopped his retreating figure, staring fixedly at that patch of azure vitality, and cried out involuntarily.
"Vitality as boundless as the heavens, phenomena generating naturally... Could this be the Heavenly Azure Sacred Physique, one of the supreme holy physiques recorded in ancient texts?!"
"Heavenly Azure Sacred Physique?!"
Ji Xuanye's pupils shrank sharply. The indifference on his face completely vanished, replaced by an unprecedented solemnity.
"That legendary physique praised for being favored by the Heavenly Dao and possessing inexhaustible vitality?!"
In the center of the battlefield, the madness and smugness on Mo Yu's face completely froze, transforming into extreme horror and disbelief!
"Im... Impossible! What kind of physique is this?!" Mo Yu's voice became shrill and distorted from fear.
Bathed in the azure sacred radiance, Wang Zhan looked calmly at the terrified Mo Yu and spoke indifferently. His voice was like a heavenly decree, echoing through the clouds:
"To be able to force me to reveal the Heavenly Azure Sacred Physique, Mo Yu, you can be proud of yourself."
Before his voice even faded, the azure vitality around his body suddenly boiled! The originally gentle sacred radiance instantly became blazing and dazzling; his entire person seemed to transform into an azure sun!
He slowly raised his right arm and clenched his five fingers into a fist. The muscles on his entire arm bulged, and green veins slithered like dragons and snakes, as if accumulating apocalyptic power.
"This punch is called Breaking Illusions."
His voice was calm, yet it carried an unquestionable majesty. As the words Breaking Illusions left his mouth, the rules of the entire heaven and earth seemed to tremble!
The phenomena of the sun, moon, and stars behind him spun madly, and endless azure vitality gathered toward his fist like a hundred rivers returning to the sea!
The void around his fist began to twist and collapse, revealing pitch-black chaos!
"ROAR—!"
Sensing a fatal threat, that sea of flames seemed to possess sentience as it let out a terrified roar. It shrank madly, transforming into a giant flame shield a thousand fathoms thick and as solid as divine metal, blocking in front of Mo Yu!
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ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
