Divinity
Yang Tian already attempted to take the jade containers from the statue over a hundred times. Each attempt tempered and consolidated his body and soul as well as his foundation.
Yang Tian’s divine soul had reached Soul Tempering Mid-Rank. Unsurprisingly, the more advanced one’s divine soul cultivation was, the tougher it was to advance to the next level. Some Almighty Realm adepts’ seven meridians required lots of soul energy to smash through their plateau at Soul Tempering Realm. Yang Tian’s divine soul cultivation method absorbed divine souls, allowing him to progress faster.
The scorching heat in the sky spread to every corner. The art scroll emitted golden light. Yang Tian couldn’t activate the Celestial Weapon’s ability at his current level of cultivation. The scroll tore open an opening for Yang Tian to enter. A lot of the pill’s content had been consumed. Still, it was enough to bolster Xiaoqing and Xiaobai’s abilities exponentially.
Yang Xiao was at the border of Sage Manifestation Realm, yet he was wary of unmoving stone statue. Because its mere fragmented will was capable of stopping him.
The pressure at the outer perimeter couldn’t stop Yang Tian’s advance. He crossed the half way mark in a single breath. The statue released its divine soul pressure when he was fifteen metres away from it, aiming it at his forehead. Having adapted to it wasn’t enough for him to overcome the attack. He kept thinking how lucky he initially was. The only way to break the crystal was to use a deadly weapon.
Yang Tian bounded thirty-three metres. The immense pressure suddenly plummeted. A mountain almost formed over his head. Upon taking his next step, the Earth unleashed a deafening quake, and the pressure intensified several folds. Yang Tian looked at the ten metre distance and mumbled, “I’ve surpassed my initial record.”
Crimson rays extending over thirty kilometres, Yang Tian stomped, shaking the altar. Alas, the rock below was unfazed. The intensifying pressure cracked his bones. Teeth clenched, he fiercely contracted his muscles to advance. Three metres out, the stone statue seemingly came to life. With eyes displaying stars imploding, it released an Earth-shaking energy. The pressure cracked his spine and ground against his body.
“Hargh!” Hair fluttering, crimson illumination, qi and blood wreathing, divine lights beaming, Yang Tian took half a step forward.
The altar shook. The pressure distorted the light Yang Tian discharged. He began to bleed. He grunted again and released lightning around his body from his eyes. He dashed forward and opened a path using his lightning. Behind him was the havoc he left in his wake. The lightning taking over the altar led to a quirk emerging from the altar. A lethal attack fired toward his back.
As if he had eyes on his back, a giant dragon emerged from Yang Tian’s back and roared until the landscape shook. Howbeit, the unstoppable attack ripped the dragon’s head and body open. He released vital essence and lightning in waves, and then fired a star river from his eyes to lockdown the area. Then, he summoned a sun and moon overhead to maintain its grasp.
An eerie energy seeping out shook the sky and Earth. Yang Tian’s heart skipped a beat. He retracted his lights to form a giant lightning bell as a shield around himself. The “boom!” penetrated his star river, surprising even Yang Xiao.
Yang Tian’s bones broke. He spat blood from his mouth and back. His giant dragons transformed into vital essence for him to usher into his body and soul for cleansing purposes. The bloody hole on his back closed. His bones crackled. His critical wounds promptly healed.
Yang Tian’s small purple dragon inside his Bloodline did a lap, converting the vital essence into concentrated qi and blood.
The secret technique Yang Tian performed a moment ago was from Dragon Transformation Secret Technique. There was a strict limit on how many times one could use it, nevertheless, as exceeding the limit severely damaged one’s Source and Bloodline.
The divine technique was unleashed again three times consecutively. Nothing could stop it. The majority of Yang Tian’s bones were broken.
Another attack descended. Though he had an urge to curse, Yang Tian’s barely fingers touched the purple jade container, dissipating the aura.
The world calmed down. The statue seemed to be amidst choosing its inheritor.
Yang Tian touched his head and gazed at the statue. He could still feel its aura; he took the two containers and quickly backed off.
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