Chapter 889: Chapter 612: He Alone
At the same time.
From Qiu Kuangyi’s communication order, Fang Xingyu’s voice came: "What’s going on over there? Why such a commotion? Have the mine slaves revolted again?"
"En— enemy... enemy attack."
"Emperor Shitian?"
"No, it’s Lu Chenzhou."
"Who else?"
"Just him alone..."
...
Wind and Fire Department.
"What? Lei Wanliu was killed in just one exchange? Lu Chenzhou reportedly advanced to the Eight Realms?"
Fang Xingyu’s pupils widened in shock.
"He’s only been at the Seventh Realm for twenty years, just a blink of an eye for us, and now he’s Eight Realms? That’s impossible!" Yin Jiujiao’s tone was extremely agitated.
"That man used a Heart Cultivation method, probably Emperor Shitian in disguise. According to intelligence, Tianxia only has one cultivator at the Eight Realms in Mystic Sky, and that’s Emperor Shitian. If Emperor Shitian leaves, wouldn’t Tianxia’s main base be left undefended?" Fang Xingyu muttered to herself.
She also couldn’t believe anyone could reach Eight Realms in just twenty years from the Seventh Realm. Even Martial Arts has its foundational rules—Eight Realms is as hard to reach as soaring up to the heavens. Just the Sixth Rank Dao can block countless Seventh Realm geniuses.
"Commander Fang, I’ll go to the Thunder Stone Department. Report this matter to all the Realm Venerables."
Fang Xingyu nodded:
"Alright, you’re fast, go support them first. Lei Wanliu had already perfected the [Thunder Undying Divine Body] and has escaped from the hands of Eight Realms experts many times—he shouldn’t be instantly killed. With the three of you combined, even Emperor Shitian can be challenged."
Just as she dashed out of the Wind and Fire Department,
Yin Jiujiao’s expression changed, for before him in the void, four auras of Seventh Realm emerged, ripping through the sky.
Taking the lead was a blue-clad maiden, veiled, but her exposed brow and eyes as beautiful as a Heavenly Immortal.
At her side, E Xian’s eyes were cold as ice.
And then, a Daoist and a monk.
"A Peak Seventh Realm, three in the Late Stage of Seventh Realm—do you really think you can stop me?"
Yin Jiujiao’s tone was grim.
He had intelligence on Tianxia’s Seventh Realm powerhouses, and knew these before him—ignoring the Eight Realms—ranked among the top five in strength, each a Dao Pioneering Ancestor of their sects.
Tianxia’s assault this time, was well planned.
"Leave these ones to me."
A figure bathed in blazing flames soared into the high heavens. Her resplendent feathered armor scraped in overlapping layers, raging blood and Qi dispersing clouds for thousands of miles. A terrible divine power shattered the void, Fire Element Power boiling, the earth splitting, magma flowing. A divine bird with blood-red eyes, one wing spanning the heavens, a slender neck, fierce gaze, soared across the sky, raising its neck in song.
Yin Jiujiao’s expression changed, then showed great joy: "Divine Image Heaven and Earth—you’ve awakened eight times?"
The Divine Race walk the path of bloodline, cultivation is constant comprehension of the Laws, or using treasures and Secret Techniques to refine the concentration of Divine Blood within.
One awakening breaks through one shackle; the more awakenings, the more you return to your ancestry. Eight awakenings makes a Realm Venerable, then three more awakenings reach Middle, Late, and Peak stages of Eight Realms; twelve awakenings is a successful return to the ancestor.
Becoming a Demigod.
Any further above?
Impossible.
Even Divines cannot give birth to Divine offsprings anymore.
A child of the God—Demigod is the limit.
Currently, the strongest Divine, Yan Ming Realm Venerable, is striving for the tenth awakening. Upon success, he’ll be a Quasi Great Power at the Late Stage of Eight Realms, invincible across the Great Universe.
With the Divine background, what are Kunxu Ancestor, Black Boat Ancestor, and such top-tier cultivators of the Four Great Continents? All will be swept away!
However, bloodline awakening needs a vast amount of energy, especially after the seventh awakening, requiring High Grade Primordial Stones for tempering. Thus, the Divine Alliance wages endless wars to plunder resources from the Three Thousand Worlds.
So, the crusade against Tianxia is, in some sense, just a pretext and excuse; even without Tianxia, the Divine Race would still seek control of the Mystic Sky Realm, to make it easier for them to invade the Otherworld, supplying blood to the Divine Race.
Fang Xingyu stood atop the divine bird.
She had long completed her eighth awakening, and also had fully mastered the Sixth Rank Fire Element Law, thoroughly steadying her Eighth Realm. She had hidden her power all along to give Tianxia Civilization a stunning surprise, but with circumstances changed, she could not help but reveal her true strength early.
"Then I’ll leave this to you."
Yin Jiujiao looked upon Yaochi Immortal and the others as if already corpses, then laughed aloud and tore through the void, fleeing away.
"Stay here!"
Yaochi Immortal raised her sword to strike, but a sword-light of flames blocked her. Fang Xingyu appeared as if teleporting and smiled: "You’d better worry about yourselves first."
E Xian’s face was grave: "Should we retreat?"
Yaochi Immortal shook her head: "Fight!"
If they retreated, Lu Chenzhou would face the combined assault of the four Commanders. These four together can hunt the Eight Realms, and now Fang Xingyu has advanced, making them even more terrifying together.
Though Lu Chenzhou had a Sixth Rank Dao, his cultivation was merely at the initial Peak of Seventh Realm—she would not allow what happened to Heavenly Gu Daoist to repeat.
"I admire your courage. If you’re willing to surrender to the Feathered Clan, I can make you a Guest Elder of our Divine Alliance." Fang Xingyu looked at Yaochi Immortal.
The Cosmic Light Sword emerged behind Yaochi Immortal.
She pointed at Fang Xingyu: "I also admire your strength. If you serve Tianxia, we can let the Divine Race retain their bloodline, lest they go extinct."
"It seems you still haven’t figured out the situation."
Fang Xingyu’s Eighth Realm Divine Power surged forth.
"Tathagata Divine Palm!"
"True Martial Seven Heaven Sword!"
"Mystic Sky White Light Flame!"
Dao and Buddha soared to the sky, Bai Feng shrieked and soared.
Yaochi Immortal’s Essence Blood infused the Cosmic Light Sword; Human and Sword Unity transformed into a world-cloven beam toward her foe.
She could only do her best to stall Fang Xingyu here.
...
Eastern Extreme Border Tower.
"Suspected Eight Realms expert disguised as Lu Chenzhou attacking the mine?" Thunder Realm Venerable’s eyes narrowed. "The mine is the lifeline of Mystic Sky, it must not be lost!" "Guard the Border Tower, I’ll be back soon." Thunder Realm Venerable rose, transformed into lightning, and shot into the sky.
Dong! Dong! Dong!
Above the Nine Heavens, war drums thundered.
"Where is Your Excellency attempting to go?"
A phantom-like figure descended.
It was none other than Emperor Shitian.
"Heh, human, you think your mere Spiritual Embodiment can stop me? Once I find your physical body’s hiding place, it’ll be your death day!"
Thunder Realm Venerable’s intent to kill was chilling.
In a head-on fight, Emperor Shitian was no match—his foundation was too shallow. But if Thunder Realm Venerable wanted to kill Emperor Shitian, it was still impossible. Unless he mastered Seventh Rank Causality Dao, could curse and kill from afar using cause and effect.
"Then let’s try."
Emperor Shitian smiled lightly, and with a lift of his hand delivered a thunderous Thunder Hand Seal obscuring the skies toward the Realm Venerable.
"This Emperor Shitian comes to hinder me, which means someone else at Eight Realms is attacking the mine?"
Thunder Realm Venerable’s heart sank.
"Could it really be Lu Chenzhou?"
Twenty years, from Seventh to Eighth Realm.
Where is Heaven’s justice?
...
Mine.
The sudden chaos had the mine slaves running out from the tunnels.
They looked upon the battle in the high heavens.
"What happened?"
"They say Lei Wanliu is dead."
"I saw it! That human killed Lei Wanliu. He just raised a finger, and Lei Wanliu died. No idea what Divine Skills he used..."
"Lei Wanliu was said to be the strongest Thunder System being below Eight Realms—now he’s dead?"
"Hahaha, we’re saved!"
"Quick, get out of here!"
The mine slaves erupted in revolt.
The surviving Divine Race warriors panicked as well, watching helplessly as comrades combusted bizarrely.
"Who was that man?"
"How could this happen!"
"Dammit, these mine slaves are running!"
The mine was thrown into utter chaos.
Luo Shan stared fixedly at the white-robed figure.
"It’s him! Lu Chenzhou, from my Martial Arts inheritance—the legendary Da Xia’s number one genius! He’s already reached Seventh Realm, and he’s killed Lei Wanliu?"
It’s only been a few decades.
This man’s strength is already Eight Realms.
This is Martial Arts!
Luo Shan was deeply stirred.
...
Fully six Seventh Realm auras surged upward, with Qiu Kuangyi at their head, surrounding the mysterious man.
"You are Lu Chenzhou?"
"Indeed."
"With talent like yours, why bury yourself in Tianxia Civilization? If you join our Divine Race, we can grant you Divine Blood, and let you ascend even higher."
Qiu Kuangyi forced a friendly smile.
He was feigning composure, buying time.
Lu Chenzhou paid him no heed.
He glanced around and said:
"Are all your people here?"
Lu Chenzhou loosened his joints.
Qiu Kuangyi forced a false smile: "Though you killed Lei Wanliu, that must have cost you greatly, right? Your cultivation is merely Peak of Seventh Realm, and on our side, we have three in Late Stage alone. Do you really want mutual destruction—a fight to the death?"
Lu Chenzhou laughed.
"The Divine Race is as always."
"What?"
"Confident and foolish..." Lu Chenzhou stepped forward, Power Extreme Dao Essence gathering around him, the muscles in his right arm bulged and released; his fist came down like a falling meteor.
"You dare compete in brute strength with me?"
Qiu Kuangyi grinned. At first he had worried about losing to Lu Chenzhou, but clearly the other didn’t know—as a member of the Ancient Stone Clan, he possessed one of the strongest bodies across the Three Thousand Worlds, so hard and unyielding. The [Ancient Divine Stone Unbreakable Body] he cultivated to the Peak of Seventh Realm was comparable to a Fifth Rank Peak of Yuji Dao cultivator.
Boom! After a plain, straight punch, Qiu Kuangyi’s body was blasted away like a cannonball, slammed a thousand miles back into the earth, mushroom clouds soaring a hundred thousand zhang high.
The other six Realm Kings were dumbfounded.
"How is that possible?"
In strength and defense, the Stone Clan is among the top of the seven Divine Races. What Realm has this man reached?
Rumble—!
The three purple-robed Realm Kings and three yellow-robed Realm Kings formed a formation, thunder and meteors bombarding Lu Chenzhou.
Lu Chenzhou’s figure flashed.
He was faster than lightning.
He appeared behind one Purple Beard Realm King, a big spear of blood and flesh condensed in his hand, stabbing forward.
The Purple Beard Realm King’s figure turned to illusion, dissolved into a bolt of thunder, hiding behind a Stone Clan Realm King.
The Purple Beard Clan’s bodies were frail but adept in Thunder Skills—peerless in slaughter—hence they always coordinated this way. Normally, enough to fight above their own small realm.
Crack!
With a clash of metal and iron, the big spear of flesh pierced through the Stone Clan Realm King of Middle Stage, and without slowing, then impaled the Purple Beard Realm King behind him as well.
"Useless—I cannot be killed."
The Purple Beard Realm King tried his old trick again.
Attempted to escape with Elemental Void.
But the big spear began spinning, unfurling a strange nine-colored lotus, blooming between heaven and earth.
Divine Power·Nine Tribulation Lotus!
A world-ending vortex solidified.
The two Realm Kings were sucked in together.
Destroyed body and soul.
The remaining four Realm Kings were terrified out of their wits.
Two tried to flee outward.
But Lu Chenzhou flashed over, and another world-ending Nine Tribulation Lotus swept them away.
Two dropped to their knees on the spot.
Thudding their heads in terror at Lu Chenzhou’s feet.
"Please don’t kill me! I am willing to surrender."
"I am a Late Stage Realm King—if Military Leader spares me, I will become your Divine Slave."
Lu Chenzhou’s eyes were disappointed.
"You surrender now—but if you meet a stronger Evil God next time, will you kneel again? You Divine Race have knelt so long—when will you stand up again?"
"I... I’ll fight you to the death!"
"Let’s die together!"
The two Realm Kings charged him.
Killing moves unleashed one after another.
But they could not pierce Lu Chenzhou’s armor.
With a strike of his spear, the third and fourth world-ending Divine Lotus blossomed, taking away two more Realm Kings.
Nine colors whirled.
Four Nine Tribulation Lotuses filled the heavens and earth.