Zhang Daotan had entered an indescribable state.
The once mountain-like, ocean-deep reservoir of devotional power had now condensed entirely into a pure, white energy.
As the transformation completed, Zhang Daotan began to move.
No longer standing still to unleash energy, he now advanced forward, attacking directly.
During this process, the white energy continuously poured into his body. While his left side had already been composed of this luminous force, his right side now underwent the same assimilation.
At this point, apart from his head, Zhang Daotan could practically be called a glowing white figure—one that was partially translucent, no less.
With this near-metamorphosis complete, Zhang Daotan had now fully shed his human form.
Daoist Yuyang, realizing he could not alter another’s choices, steeled himself and resolved to rely on his own strength.
After all, the commotion here was far from inconspicuous, and the Taidao Sect hadn’t sent only him—other disciples were also observing the situation at the testing site of the Divine Path of Faith.
Once they noticed the circumstances here, they would naturally inform the sect.
All he needed to do now was buy time until reinforcements arrived.
The Divine Path of Faith was undeniably eerie and aberrant. From what he could see, the one thing Zhang Daotan couldn’t overcome was how it eroded individual consciousness.
But while this posed a challenge for Zhang Daotan, it might not be insurmountable for the Taidao Sect.
However, the moment Daoist Yuyang settled on this plan, he realized something was terribly wrong—Zhang Daotan had become frighteningly powerful.
Zhang Daotan’s movements were now lightning-fast. He didn’t rely on any spells or techniques; it was as if sheer physical prowess drove him. He raised his fist and delivered a simple, unadorned punch.
This punch had two defining traits—it was blindingly quick, and its force was devastating.
Zhang Daotan’s first strike sent the wooden sword meant to protect Daoist Yuyang flying. Without pause, he swung another fist straight at Daoist Yuyang.
Daoist Yuyang raised his hand and chanted, “Divine Art—Ninefold Sealed Barrier!”
BOOM!
A multicolored barrier of light was smashed downward by Zhang Daotan’s punch, shattering against the ground.
Zhang Daotan lunged forward like a streak of light, seemingly intent on following up with a kick.
Chu Xingchen stepped in, his form blurring as a phantom manifested behind him—a massive spectral hand gripping an even larger spiritual sword, slashing toward Zhang Daotan.
Zhang Daotan halted his pursuit and instead threw a punch at the descending blade.
CRACK!
The spiritual sword shattered into streams of light under the force of his strike.
However, the impact also forced Zhang Daotan back slightly, and his gaze locked onto Chu Xingchen.
Daoist Yuyang seized the moment to steady himself, glancing at Chu Xingchen with reluctant acknowledgment—despite the man’s irritating remarks, he had stepped up when it mattered.
Zhang Daotan’s body dissolved into a streak of light as he launched another punch, this one carrying an overwhelming, terrifying force aimed straight at Chu Xingchen.
Chu Xingchen didn’t dodge—because at that very moment, a streak of emerald light descended from the heavens, intercepting Zhang Daotan’s attack.
A fist that could flatten a small mountain with its mere shockwave now found itself unable to advance another inch.
A jade-green artifact, resembling a delicate bracelet, stood unwavering against Zhang Daotan’s strike.
Daoist Yuyang stared in disbelief at the Celestial Sky Ring. He never would’ve imagined that Chu Xingchen’s earlier claims were true.
The aura radiating from the ring was unmistakably that of a top-tier spiritual treasure—no weaker than his own Tai Lin Sword.
Chu Xingchen placed his hand gently on the ring.
The Celestial Sky Ring erupted with light, and the very heavens seemed to shift.
For the first time, Zhang Daotan retreated voluntarily, putting distance between them as he watched Chu Xingchen with wary intensity.
Chu Xingchen grasped the ring, and in an instant, its form morphed into a slender, pale-green sword.
There was no denying it—spiritual treasures were truly wondrous. Merely holding one filled the wielder with an exhilarating surge of power.
Chu Xingchen tightened his grip on the Celestial Sky Ring. “Daoist Yuyang, it’s time to cooperate. If we delay any longer, we might not hold out until reinforcements arrive.”
“What are you suggesting?” Daoist Yuyang landed beside him.
Chu Xingchen smirked. “I’ve summoned my treasure. Don’t be stingy—let me experience the Supreme Divine Art as well.”
“Hah… so you’ve noticed.” Daoist Yuyang didn’t deny it.
Most divine arts were the culmination of mastering a particular path—swords, spears, blades.
Later practitioners, upon reaching this mastery, would then infuse their techniques with the attributes of their spiritual roots, creating variants like water-infused swords, lightning-charged spears, or flame-wreathed blades—a new frontier in cultivation.
But the Supreme Divine Art was different. It specialized purely in amplification, pushing that single concept to its absolute limit.
Every ability could be enhanced through it.
It wasn’t that the Supreme Divine Art encompassed all techniques—rather, it was the ocean itself, and any power could draw strength from its depths.
The genius who created this art must have been unparalleled in their arrogance—yet only such a person could have conceived something like the Supreme Divine Art.
Though Chu Xingchen’s methods clashed with his own, Daoist Yuyang couldn’t help but feel a grudging respect.
Perhaps geniuses recognized one another.
A faint, resigned smile crossed Daoist Yuyang’s face as he uttered:
“Divine Art—Unrestricted Might!”
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“No idea what’s happening! All we know is that Senior Chu and Daoist Yuyang fighting together are barely holding their own—at best, it’s a stalemate!”
Chen Mouguang’s voice was frantic. “Elder Bai, this is serious—”
From within the jade pendant, Bai Xuanling’s voice turned grave.
“Understood. I’ll handle this myself.”
The moment those words were spoken, Chen Mouguang felt his entire body break out in goosebumps. His eyes snapped toward the direction of the Mist Mystic Temple.
Then, in a tone drained of all strength, he muttered:
“What in the heavens… is that?”
Ye Antao and Wang Ling were too stunned to speak.
From the direction of the Mist Mystic Temple, an emerald-green pillar of spiritual energy pierced the sky, towering into the heavens.
Everything in its path was silently, indiscriminately annihilated.
It was the kind of sight that inspired nothing but helpless awe.
An indescribable, overwhelming sensation.
The main issue was… Chen Mouguang had absolutely no clue which monster had unleashed this.
How many freaks were casting spells over there?!
The technique and spiritual fluctuations were completely unfamiliar.
And there was no way this was something a Transcendent Realm cultivator could produce!
Even they wouldn’t survive this, would they?
If not for the crowd around him—and the fact that they knew he was a disciple of the Tianyan Sect—Chen Mouguang would’ve dropped to his knees and kowtowed to that pillar right then and there.
Daoist Yuyang can die if he must, but Senior Chu… you’d better hold on!
If it’s too much, just run!
Don’t stubbornly fight to the death!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
