Chapter 832: Chapter 556: Mach 2000 (Please Vote and Subscribe)
The years flow on, unending.
In the blink of an eye, another three years have passed.
In the Aurora Palace, inside the training grounds.
A bolt of lightning and a streak of aurora were locked in pursuit, the scenery all around receding rapidly, dazzling as a kaleidoscope.
Suddenly, a crimson phoenix appeared in the world. With a single beat of its wings, it seized the aurora, revealing the form of the Empress.
[Even at 1800 times the speed of sound, you still got caught. Seems your "Aurora·Sky Escape Chapter" has improved again.]
The phoenix shadow on Lu Chenzhou’s body faded away.
"Thank you for accompanying me in practice."
He analyzed in his heart.
"Sky Escape Seventh Layer: ordinary escape speed is a thousand times the speed of sound. With the Kun Character Technique, Night King Form, and Phoenix Form Fist, I can burst up to two thousand times the speed of sound for a short while."
This meant that Lu Chenzhou could cover nearly seven hundred kilometers in a second. From Su City to Hang City, thirty seconds would suffice. To cross the eight hundred thousand li expanse of Yun Meng Great Marsh would not take long either.
"To cultivate to the Eighth Layer, I’ll need Fifth Rank Lightning Dao. By then, standard tunneling speed will be three thousand times the speed of sound. The Ninth Layer will require Sixth Rank Lightning Dao—eight thousand times the speed of sound.
With the Eighth Layer of Sky Escape, my tunneling speed will be unmatched among the Seventh Realm, and ordinary Eighth Realm cultivators will pale in comparison. If I reach the Ninth Layer, in an age without Great Powers, I would be nigh invincible."
However, the jump from Fourth to Fifth Rank is a threshold.
For ordinary cultivators, it’s a bottleneck nearly impossible to break in centuries, but Lu Chenzhou already has Fifth Rank Chaos Dao—so it will not be difficult.
With a single thought.
Lu Chenzhou rode the Five Thunders Hall along the Dragon Transformation Ancient Road.
"Time to test the results of my body cultivation again."
He set out from Zone Five, plunging ever deeper—soon setting foot in Zone Six, where gravity soared to nine thousand times normal.
All around, Sixth Realm fighters gathered.
When they saw the Five Thunders Hall, excitement stirred.
"Lu Heavenly King has come."
"Is he here to challenge Zone Six?"
"At the very edge of Zone Six, gravity is already ten thousand times. In the deepest depths it’s over fifty thousand times—Alcohol King is bitterly cultivating in there. As an all-purpose warrior, it’s said Lu Heavenly King’s body cultivation rivals us fighters. I wonder how far he can go?"
"At least thirty thousand times gravity."
"No, at least fifty thousand."
"You’re underestimating him, I think he starts at eighty thousand."
"Eighty thousand? That’s too exaggerated! Even Alcohol King only got as far as ninety-nine thousand. They say gravity at a hundred thousand is a threshold. Even in the Heavenly Dragon Sect, plenty of Heavenly Realm experts are stuck at that point, unable to break through. But once someone does, their body undergoes qualitative transformation."
The crowd argued noisily.
A figure materialized.
He was powerfully built, carrying a heavy hammer on his back.
"Greetings, Star Hammer King·Austin."
Western fighters saluted him one after another.
Star Hammer King—he’s the newly risen powerhouse of these three years, ranked third among Heavenly Person, currently the strongest in the Silver Eagle Federation’s Human World.
His most stunning achievement was storming the Silver Eagle’s three great families, defeating three peak Heavenly Kings singlehandedly.
Since then, he has been unmatched in fame.
Once he became the new speaker for the Silver Eagle, he continuously sought out the Northern Guardian King to discuss negotiations on joining All Nations.
He knows—this is the fighters’ last chance.
So, the Northern Guardian King granted a ten-year trial period.
Star Hammer King cultivates in the eighty-thousand-gravity region. He was curious—how far could this successor of Chen Beiming go?
...
Forty-thousand gravity zone.
Lu Chenzhou’s expression was calm as ever.
On the microscopic level, one could see countless cells within him being pulled and torn apart by gravity, then instantly regenerating owing to the Undying Body’s tremendous powers.
"Nowhere near my limit. Western fighters rely on absolute hardness of the body to resist gravity. I’m different. My body’s hardness may not match theirs, but my Withering and Flourishing Undying Body excels at overcoming the hard with softness."
Lu Chenzhou went on.
Soon, he reached the fifty-thousand gravity zone.
The speed of cell rupture increased ever more rapidly.
"Still not enough."
Lu Chenzhou pressed forward.
Sixty-thousand gravity zone.
His cells were torn apart more than ten times per second.
Here, every minute, all the cells in Lu Chenzhou’s body would be fully renewed. The new cells became ever stronger, increasingly adapted to the gravitational rending.
The Withering and Flourishing Undying Body was slowly evolving.
His power too was visibly growing.
"The first time undertaking such intense gravity training is the golden age for body cultivation—the rate of physical improvement is rapid. Once the body acclimates to the gravity, the effect greatly decreases."
Lu Chenzhou kept advancing whilst cultivating the Mountain Moving Scripture and Withering and Flourishing Undying Body. From time to time he’d also practice gun and fist, pushing ahead in Zone Six bit by bit.
After sixty thousand times gravity, he too had to proceed step by step, not daring to rush forward recklessly—lest his body’s recovery rate fall behind the pace of healing, which would amount to suicide. Even possessing the Undying Body, he could not squander it at will.
Time slipped by.
Lu Chenzhou’s strength rose daily.
In half a year, as Lu Chenzhou immersed himself in bitter training under gravity, the Human World was undergoing profound upheaval as well.
The era of all-people grand construction—the grand outlines of four magnificent supergiant base cities rose from the wilderness.
The Tianxia Human civilization was soon to be born.
...
Mystic Sky Realm.
Mystic Territory.
Two squads were locked in deadly struggle out in the wilds.
"Heavenly Fire Burning Star!"
"Gale Curtain!"
The wind fueled the flames, forging a wall of fire stretching hundreds of li, reaching sky and earth, rolling forward. Mountains along its path became volcanoes, the land melted into magma, forests vanished into smoke, vast buildings vaporized in an instant.
Stalwart auras stood beneath the heavens.
Some clad in red armor, others in silver.
They formed two ranks—warriors as divided as water and oil.
The leader was a woman—her beauty wild and enticing, her form graceful with a proud chest, cloaked in layered, color-shifting flame feathers, long legs sheathed in ornate Red Feather Armor.
Her aura was mighty, as if the sky itself weighed down.
Her gaze bore the dignity of one long dwelling in the upper echelons.
Fang Xingyu, the strongest peak Realm King of the Red Feather Divine Race—only a step from Eighth Realm Venerable.
Commander of the Flame Department in the Divine Alliance’s grand expedition.
She was Realm Venerable Yan Ming’s younger sister.
Next to the woman stood a handsome red-feathered youth.
This was Fang Bifan, Fifth Realm cultivation.
The most gifted offspring of Realm Venerable Yan Ming.
Fang Bifan lightly fanned himself, shaking his head:
"Xia Realm’s Human Clan is truly ungrateful. We meant to negotiate for cooperation and mutual benefit, yet they chose to strike at our Divine Race encampment. At this stage, there’s no reason to negotiate further—battle it is."
Fang Xingyu smiled faintly.
"That human just now was far beneath my aunt in power, but he grasped some sort of Escape Skill divine ability. Still, since Wind Department’s Chief Commander Yin is leading the hunt personally, he is dead for sure."
Fang Bifan laughed:
"Indeed. Let’s first seize this Xia Realm vanguard, interrogate them for intelligence, then press the attack."
Swoosh!
A ray of light streaked across the sky. A handsome Divine Person in blue armor, bearing fourteen wings and a longbow on his back, appeared.
At his approach, Fang Xingyu’s face tightened.
"Commander Yin, where is that Seventh Realm from before?"
"He escaped. He used Divine Skills repeatedly, burning away both vitality and lifespan. Humans are short-lived by nature, and like this, he won’t last much longer."
The blue-armored Divine Person spoke coolly.
This was Yin Jiujiao, Chief Commander of Divine Alliance’s Wind Department.
Also, a peak Realm King in strength.
Fang Xingyu couldn’t help but laugh: "Gale Divine Race’s Escape Skills are famous among the Seven Great Divine Clans—you’re a peak Realm King yourself and wield the [Chasing Wind Divine Bow]..."
She left the rest unsaid.
But her tone revealed everything.
She suspected this ally was slacking off.
Yin Jiujiao snorted, explaining: "That fellow’s Divine Skill let him escape ninety thousand li in a blink. He used it nine times in a row, fleeing eighty-one thousand li in total. Tell me, how am I supposed to catch him? Unless a Realm Venerable appears in person, no one can."
Seeing this, Fang Bifan quickly tried to ease the tension:
"Aunt, that one is called Bai Feng—per the reports, a newly advanced Seventh Realm from Xia Realm. Remember how Xia Realm publicly claimed to have slain a Demon Saint recently? Bai Feng participated in that.
He’s indeed skilled at Escape Skills, but he’s only Early Stage of Seventh Realm, yet dared use Divine Skills nine times in a row. If he doesn’t die, he’s lost half his life already—he’s nothing to fear. Next time we meet them, we’ll surely kill him!"
A burly purple-bearded man wreathed in thunder sneered.
"You say Xia Realm’s Seven Realms joined forces to slay a Demon Saint?
Empty words. Xia Realm claims this only to bolster their prestige and draw more human allies.
Everyone knows—even with Arrays, a group of Seventh Rank could never slay a Demon Saint. Utter nonsense.
Even if outmatched, a Demon Saint can escape.
Yet Xia Realm brags of even a Sixth Realm joining in? That makes it even less credible. If it was due to some Supreme Treasure, then even we could mimic that.
Fang Nephew, when gathering intelligence, learn to discern truth from falsehood. Don’t be taken in by Xia Realm’s smokescreens. Even projections can be faked, trust nothing easily.
Of course, when a lion hunts a rabbit, it goes all out.
True or false, Xia Realm likely does wield Eighth Realm combat power. We must not underestimate them in our expedition."
Lei Wanliu, Chief Commander of Thunder Department.
Purple-bearded human, peak Realm King.
Fang Bifan lowered his head and smiled.
"Junior has learned much, thank you, Uncle Lei."
A brawny man clad in stone armor rumbled:
"Whatever the case, these people have fled and searching the Mystic Sky Realm is like finding a needle in a haystack. We shouldn’t bother. No time to lose—dispatch troops to seize the [Eastern Extreme Border Tower] of Mystic Territory and take the crucial pass of Eastern Extreme Territory."
This was Qiu Kuangyi, Chief Commander of the Mountain Department.
Peak Realm King of the Ancient Stone Clan.
Flame, Wind, Thunder, and Mountain—these four corps and four commanders were the main force of the expedition. Even a single corps could sweep countless low and intermediate worlds.
Fang Xingyu nodded.
"Let us go!"
The Divine Race surged onward like an irresistible flood, sweeping toward the east of the Mystic Territory—their divine might covering the sky, subjugating all beings.
"It’s the Divine Race!"
"The Divine Race has come to the Mystic Sky Realm."
Countless hearts tensed within.
The Divine Race—the very name of power.
Imperious and domineering.
...
Several days later.
At Star Dome Sea.
In the Death Star clusters, a figure appeared. His phoenix eyes were sharp as torches, but his face was pale, his aura wan and withered. Circling widely to confirm there was no danger in the vicinity, only then did he halt.
"Phew, good thing I arrived ahead of them."
Bai Feng took out a translucent cobalt-blue bead, tinged with flecks of green and yellow, like a miniature planet.
He recited a spell.
The bead spun and enlarged, finally transforming into a hundred-li-wide artificial star, replete with mountains and rivers.
At its heart lay a plaza.
Lufang and the group of strongmen from Myriad Thunder Hall who followed him were hiding here, along with Gentleman Sword·Ye Xiaoyao. He had arrived in Mystic Sky Realm to aid Lufang not long after his Breakthrough Seven.
Lufang held high esteem among the aliens.
Thus, the council reaffirmed him as Main Hall Master.
Ye Xiaoyao was the Vice Hall Master.
Seeing the weakened Bai Feng, he asked worriedly, "Brother Bai, are you alright? Thank goodness for your [Heavenly Escape Mysterious Light]."