Chapter 891: Six Heads and Twelve Arms, Devouring Heaven and Earth!
Plundering divine skills also has its limits; Lu Chenzhou must have a sixth rank comprehension of that Dao.
"Defying the heavens, truly defying the heavens—divine skills are the foundation of Heavenly Realm powerhouses, yet the Martial Arts Tree can actually seize them? Doesn’t this mean the more people I kill, the stronger I become?"
Lu Chenzhou focused his concentration.
[Name: Vertical Earth Mysterious Light]
[Quality: Lower Grade·Twenty-one Patterns]
[Level: Top Level (Seventh Realm)]
[Introduction: Earth Element Escape Skill-type divine skill. So long as one stands upon the earth or in an earth-element region, one can travel ten thousand miles in a single breath. At most, can be performed nine consecutive times per use.]
[Note: The Five Elements Escape Skills can be fused with one another, evolving into higher-quality escape-type divine skills. If the metal, wood, water, earth, fire, wind, thunder, and ice eight types are gathered, they can combine into the top-class Great Escape Divine Skill: Five Elements Great Escape. Merge with the Five Elements, exist everywhere.]
"It can even evolve?"
Not only killing, but also creating new divine skills.
Why wouldn’t I do it?
"[Five Elements Great Escape]—I’ve never even heard of such a grand divine skill, because during the Great Wilderness Period, no great power or True Spirit cultivator ever managed to take the Five Elements to the Master Dao Realm. The Five Elements are among the world’s most fundamental laws, belonging to domains governed by the Divine."
Lu Chenzhou pressed down his excitement.
"These plundered divine skills are all well and good, but they can’t directly increase my qi-blood. Maybe it’s because I didn’t comprehend them myself. They’re bonuses, nothing more, and can’t replace my own cultivation."
Lu Chenzhou spread his telekinesis.
He reached into the void with his right hand, capturing a brownish-yellow divine stone that now floated before him: "The Stone Clan are treasure troves from head to toe, able to withstand the explosion of a Nine Tribulation Lotus unscathed—these make top-tier refining materials."
He also had a storage stone, which, after breaking its seals and giving it a cursory check, brought a smile to his lips.
"Worthy of a Great Commander—just mid-grade primordial stones alone, he’s hoarded over ten million. Add three spiritual weapons, two heaven and earth treasures, three enlightenment steles, twenty high grade primordial stones, a myriad of odds and ends—together worth nearly twenty million mid-grade primordial stones. If I took down all four Great Commanders, I’d never need to worry about cultivation resources for breaking through to the eighth realm. If Tianxia Civilization could swallow the Divine Alliance, the plundered resources would double the number of powerful cultivators in the civilization within a century."
The Divine Race have colonized myriad worlds; their foundations run deep.
He put away the spoils of war.
Lu Chenzhou opened his Dharma Eye again.
"Lei Wanliu’s causal line is already faint."
Without delay, he continued to trace it.
...
Meanwhile.
At the mine,
Over ten thousand Divine Race warriors trapped in the Dream Realm had already gone berserk, hacking at their own kin. Blue butterflies flooded from all sides, shepherding them like a poisonous circle toward the center of the wasteland.
Within the Dream Realm, Lu Chenzhou is God; once trapped, unless your spiritual power is strong enough to forcibly shatter the boundary, you’re doomed to rot in the waking world, body and all. To survive, these warriors can only do as Lu Chenzhou commands.
...
RUMBLE!
Billions of lightning bolts bombarded the valley. For thousands of miles around, lightning magma pooled like a Thunder Pool.
"A natural thunder treasure land—surely it’s nurtured a heaven and earth treasure, probably of the eighth rank."
Lu Chenzhou followed the causal line here.
"That’s right. There was once an eighth rank rare treasure here—[Myriad Thunder Divine Fruit]—which I refined into a clone. Lu Chenzhou, it’s thanks to your attack that I, in a dream bordering life and death, comprehended the true meaning of thunder and finally set foot on the sixth rank of the Thunder Dao." A purple-robed figure floated out with calm poise. With a wave of his hand, countless thunders obeyed his command, manifesting nine ten-thousand-foot thunder dragons.
It was Lei Wanliu!
His aura remained at the peak of Seventh Realm, but exuded a thunder Dao essence of the sixth rank. His strength was clearly a cut above the earlier Qiu Kuangyi.
"Pity I was discovered before I could complete my second bloodline awakening; given a little more time, I’d have advanced to the Realm Venerable." Lei Wanliu sighed. "Land Army Master, you are strong, but I’ve already cultivated the Thunder Undying Divine Body, my form now one with the thunders of Heaven and Earth—undying and immortal. If we fight, there will be no victor. Why don’t we part ways? I’ll give you half of all I’ve gained these years at the mine."
Though he’d advanced to sixth rank Dao, Lei Wanliu still didn’t have any confidence in slaying Lu Chenzhou.
The man himself was also a sixth rank Dao.
Moreover, he’s a legendary world incarnate.
What could he possibly fight with?
He’d be lucky to escape alive.
Feigning composure, he hoped to intimidate Lu Chenzhou into retreat, stalling for time and waiting for Yin Jiujiao’s rescue.
Of the Four Great Commanders, Fang Xingyu is the strongest, having grasped the sixth rank Dao long ago; next is Yin Jiujiao, wielder of the imitation divine artifact Chasing Wind Bow, also a sixth rank Dao. If he teamed up with Yin Jiujiao, their Wind and Thunder Fusion could potentially kill Lu Chenzhou.
"Foolish. If I kill you, your treasures are mine." Lu Chenzhou sneered.
"Then let us fight! I, Lei Wanliu, have roamed the Three Thousand Worlds for thousands of years and never feared anyone!"
Lei Wanliu opened his mouth and inhaled. His body ballooned like a great puffed bladder, purple veins bulging out. With a sudden exhale, nine ten-thousand-foot thunder dragons, like electric serpents, tore through the void, trapping Lu Chenzhou in an instant.
"Divine Skill·Thunder Dragon Nine Kills!"
He pressed his palms together.
The thunder dragons plowed the ground, closing in ever tighter until they formed a purple thunder orb, like a world dissolving into nothingness.
"Perish!"
A scorching white brilliance echoed through the heavens and earth.
Lei Wanliu took a long breath.
"This move can annihilate all foes below the eighth realm—he dares take it head-on? Arrogant!"
The thunder orb disintegrated.
Lu Chenzhou’s figure broke apart with it.
"Dead?"
"No, it’s an illusion." Lei Wanliu’s back chilled; the ground split behind him, dust coalescing into an earth-yellow figure—Lu Chenzhou, emerging.
"Vertical Earth Mysterious Light?"
Lei Wanliu was stunned.
Isn’t this Qiu Kuangyi’s signature divine skill?
How can this guy use it too?
He struck out with his palm, nine-headed thunder dragons roaring rearward, but Lu Chenzhou slipped into the earth like a fish and appeared ten thousand miles away in an instant.
"Four-Nine Tribulation Lotus!"
Four nine-colored giant lotuses took shape, trapping Lei Wanliu at the center of the Doomsday Mill.
Lu Chenzhou raised his hand.
Nine-colored heavenly tribulation power swept the ground.
"Aaahhh..."
Lei Wanliu howled in agony, his form flickering, dissolving into ten thousand bolts of lightning that burst through the encirclement.
One incarnation dove toward the rear thunder treasure land.
Lei Wanliu’s figure reappeared, his aura depleted.
"Thank the heavens for my Thunder Undying Divine Body."
Among Divine Race powerhouses, at his level of cultivation, they can all use the Five Elements of Heaven and Earth as their bodies, elementalizing themselves—realizing undying and immortal form.
"Lu Chenzhou, you cannot kill me. With this thunder treasure land, not even an eighth realm can do anything."
Lei Wanliu absorbed the thunder power, his divine body visibly regenerating, his aura returning to its peak.
"See? This thunder sea, spanning thirty thousand miles, is my body. Any land of thunder is my divine kingdom. Stop wasting your strength. My offer still stands—I’ll give you not just half, but sixty percent of all I gained. You swear a Dao oath not to target me again. Rest assured—just towards me, Lei Wanliu. You can still go slaughter the Divine Alliance to your heart’s content. I won’t interfere."
Lei Wanliu’s offer was indeed tempting.
Seeing Lu Chenzhou pause, he pressed the point:
"The Divine Race worships survival of the fittest—it’s heaven’s will. I admit, I’m no match for you. But—after you’ve slaughtered so many of us, does one more really matter? Why insist on eradicating all? Promise me, and it’s a win-win. If not, keep dragging this out—when a Realm Venerable descends, you’ll get nothing."
This thunder treasure land was his greatest find in the Mystic Sky Realm. If he survived Lu Chenzhou’s onslaught, he’d achieve the eighth awakening and advance to Realm Venerable.
From then on, the sky would be his limit.
He’d find a way to settle today’s grudge.
RUMBLE! Lu Chenzhou blasted him with another Nine Tribulation Lotus. Lei Wanliu neither dodged nor retreated, taking the blow head-on, his form recondensing amidst the thunder sea.
"Don’t waste your strength." Lei Wanliu was completely unafraid. "Here, I am invincible!"
"Interesting. Using this special environment, he’s achieved a near-undying body state."
Lu Chenzhou tried several kinds of divine skills in succession, throwing them into the thunder sea, but none could destroy Lei Wanliu.
Lei Wanliu, seeing this, laughed coldly inside.
"Heh, once you’ve spent yourself dry, I’ll summon the power of the thunder sea in one strike and wipe you out. He can’t possibly have unlimited energy."
Everyone knows—divine skills consume massive energy.
He was keeping count the whole time.
Lu Chenzhou had already used over a dozen high-powered divine skills in short order; he ought to be running on empty.
"To think, it actually takes this to deal with a quasi-eighth realm. Lei Wanliu, your death is well-earned." But Lu Chenzhou now stood tall between heaven and earth, arms crossed before his chest, as behind him, the shadow of a giant Kun—thousands of miles long—appeared.
The mighty Kun opened its massive maw; the power of heaven and earth over ten thousand miles surged like a tidal wave into its mouth.
The Kun transformed into a Peng.
Its wings blotted out the sky like hanging clouds.
Who could say how many thousand miles they reached?
At the same time, Lu Chenzhou’s aura underwent a complete transformation—from the peak of the seventh realm, stepping into the early eighth realm, soaring upwards like the Great Peng for thirty thousand miles.
Divine Skill·Swallowing Heaven and Earth!
While in closed-door cultivation at the Mountain and Sea Tower, Lu Chenzhou had already pushed the [Withering and Flourishing Undying Technique] to Seventh Rank, giving birth to this thirty-pattern flesh divine skill.
[Swallowing Heaven and Earth] was the high-end upgrade of the Kun Character Technique. Once activated, it could double his qi-blood, and also double the power of every non-spiritual divine skill and combat skill. Lu Chenzhou’s Dao foundation was already at sixth rank level—now, with qi-blood and divine skill might both fully bolstered, there was no difference between him and a true eighth realm.
Standing atop the Great Peng, pairs upon pairs of fleshly arms sprouted, transforming him into a form with six heads and twelve arms.
The six heads gazed in all six directions.
The twelve arms took the form of blood-flesh great spears.
Six pairs of divine eyes penetrated the thunder sea; twelve spears simultaneously slashed out, summoning twelve thousand-mile-diameter nine-colored divine lotuses at each of the twelve hours’ positions.
The divine lotuses formed a formation, slowly spinning.
The thirty-thousand-mile radius thunder sea was sealed off.
"Since you are undying within the thunder sea, then I’ll turn the thunder sea into your coffin."
Lu Chenzhou said coldly.
Death approached.
Lei Wanliu’s face turned ashen as death.
In his final moments, a question troubled his heart.
"Damn, with that much power, why isn’t he off killing Realm Venerables? What’s he messing with a Great Commander like me for?!"
...
In the distance,
a figure tore through the void.
It was the murderous Yin Jiujiao.
"Old Lei’s breakthrough is just in time—together, the two of us will deliver Lu Chenzhou a grievous blow!"
The Gale Clan fight standard battles, but are peerless in support; they can pair with the Feathered Clan to form the Wind and Fire Formation, or with the Purple Beard Clan to form the Wind and Thunder Formation, producing far greater than one plus one effect.
Suddenly.
Yin Jiujiao gazed into the distance.
RUMBLE!
The world surged—it saw twelve nine-colored divine lotuses rise, erasing a swath from the Mystic Sky Continent.
"Isn’t that Old Lei’s cave?"
Yin Jiujiao’s expression changed; he turned at once, fled through the void. Quietly he came, just as quietly he left, not taking a single cloud with him...