Mount Wugong’s Lord emerged from seclusion.
Enough was enough; there was no need to endure any longer.
A chaotic divine form burst forth.
Compared to before, it was much shorter, and its aura had weakened significantly.
Clearly, he had not fully recovered from the previous battle, which was why he had delayed his emergence.
But Qin Li’s aggressive actions had defeated his four great rulers. If he didn’t act now, a tragedy might unfold.
“Much weaker than I imagined,” Qin Li remarked, standing with his hands behind his back.
“Strong enough to kill you!” retorted Mount Wugong’s Lord, pressing forward with his imposing presence.
He raised his fist and delivered a straightforward, unadorned strike.
Qin Li unleashed his full power, his palm glowing with radiant immortal light, and countered with a punch of his own.
Boom!
Their fists collided, causing an explosion that shook heaven and earth.
Chaotic energy erupted, shaking the very fabric of the universe.
The entire Mount Wugong trembled violently, as if struck by an earthquake.
Qin Li, unable to withstand the force, was pushed back a hundred zhang, carving two deep trenches into the ground.
“You’ve surpassed the True Emperor, but you’re not yet at the level of a Supreme,” Mount Wugong’s Lord commented before exploding into a cloud of chaotic energy.
The energy surged like a chaotic ocean, overwhelming everything, collapsing the ages, and filling the area, trapping Qin Li at its center, intent on crushing him.
“Sky-Splitting Strike!”
Qin Li countered with a palm strike.
Like a divine axe splitting the chaos, it divided yin and yang.
“Heavenly Origin Strike!” Mount Wugong’s Lord, ever cunning, seized the moment Qin Li unleashed his killing move to form a black hole in his hand and attack from behind.
Boom!!!
A deafening explosion echoed.
Qin Li took the full brunt of the attack.
His immortal vessel shattered, and he crashed into Mount Wugong.
“Without the Other Shore Immortal Ship, you have no means to contend with a Supreme.”
Mount Wugong’s Lord pressed his advantage, unleashing a torrent of power to completely crush Qin Li’s body and seal him away.
“Not necessarily,” came Qin Li’s voice.
From his broken body,
Immortal energy surged, and radiant light shone.
In an instant, it coalesced into a human form.
This was another Qin Li, transcending the limitations of his physical shell—a manifestation, yet not just a manifestation, dazzling and immeasurably vast.
“Divine Form!”
Mount Wugong’s Lord exclaimed in shock:
“You’ve become a Physical Body Sovereign!”
Qin Li shook his head. “No, this is an Immortal Form.”
He had mastered the path of body refinement, not only reaching the Sovereign level but also combining it with his unique traits to form an Immortal Form.
“Let’s see which is stronger: the Immortal Form or the Chaotic Divine Form!”
Qin Li’s body reformed, and he stood aside to observe.
The Immortal Form charged forward.
With a single move, it unleashed unparalleled immortal might.
Infused with ancient power, it was vast and majestic, like an endless wave.
“Damn it! So your ascent wasn’t for revenge, but to use us as whetstones to steal the secrets of Mount Wugong!”
Mount Wugong’s Lord was furious, his Chaotic Divine Form unleashing world-destroying power.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The two forms clashed.
In the span of a breath, they exchanged three thousand blows.
The shockwaves from their battle were so intense that Mount Wugong began to crumble.
“In the end, I am superior, for my realm is higher than yours!”
The Chaotic Divine Form gained the upper hand. Even weakened, a Supreme was far more terrifying than a Sovereign.
“Heavenly Origin Strike!”
Boom!
With a single grasp,
A destructive black hole formed.
The Chaotic Divine Form seized the moment to destroy the Immortal Form.
“You underestimate me,” Qin Li said with a faint smile.
Whoosh!
In an instant,
The Immortal Form vanished.
It had used the “One Weakness” technique.
Mount Wugong’s Lord was stunned, unable to track the Immortal Form’s movements.
Then,
The Immortal Form appeared behind him.
“Feel the wrath of the myriad worlds!”
“Qi Refinement Civilization!”
Boom!!
The Immortal Form erupted.
With a lift of its hands, a flower bloomed.
It unleashed a torrent of power, a river of time.
Within it flowed the grandeur of the Qi Refinement Civilization—the ancient, the primordial, the distant past, the middle ages, the recent past—countless heroic wills and countless tales of the masses, all converging into a single river that surged forward in an instant.
“What!”
Mount Wugong’s Lord was horrified.
The Chaotic Divine Form unleashed its full power, trying to withstand the onslaught.
But it was swept away by the river of civilization for three thousand zhang.
Finally, with a resounding crash, it slammed into the Hall of Martial Arts.
“Lord!”
The disciples of Mount Wugong cried out.
“Impossible! The Lord has lost!”
“How did he do it? Am I dreaming?”
The four rulers of Mount Wugong were dumbfounded, unable to accept what had happened.
“You monster! How have you made such progress in so little time? It’s terrifying!”
Mount Wugong’s Lord charged forward again: “I finally understand the fear of hell, but Mount Wugong is not a place for you to run rampant.”
At that moment!
He held a lamp.
It was a jade lotus lamp.
Ancient beyond measure, its jade surface stained with age.
The wick burned with a chaotic flame, eternal and unextinguishable.
“What lamp is this?”
“The Lone Green Lotus Lamp!”
“What flame is this?”
“The Flame of Martial Dao!”
Mount Wugong’s Lord held the lamp solemnly.
Qin Li gazed at the wick, sensing an indomitable will and the spirit of martial arts within.
“Those who offend the Martial Dao, no matter how strong, must die,” Mount Wugong’s Lord declared coldly, raising the lotus lamp and blowing on the chaotic flame.
Instantly, the flame roared to life, transforming into a sea of chaotic fire, illuminating an era of primal chaos, where all creatures competed for freedom, heroes clashed, and races battled, their blood and strength soaring to the heavens.
This was the will of the First Era, the glory of the Martial Dao.
“Ah—”
The Immortal Form, upon touching even a wisp of the flame,
Began to burn fiercely, its immortal might disintegrating.
The Chaos Demon Ape pounded its chest in delight: “Hear that? That’s Qin Li’s wail. This is the price of provoking Mount Wugong.”
Jun Tianxia’s face turned pale: “The more I listen, the more it sounds like laughter.”
“Hahaha—”
The Immortal Form laughed wildly, unharmed by the flames.
Mount Wugong’s Lord was taken aback: “What are you laughing at?”
“Your Martial Dao flame is precisely the key I’ve been searching for. It’s like being handed a pillow just as I was about to fall asleep.”
The Immortal Form inhaled deeply, devouring the chaotic flame.
“This move is my thanks for your kindness!”
“Body Refinement Civilization!”
Boom!
The Immortal Form trembled.
Then it exploded.
Transforming into a mighty river.
The river of time from the First Era.
Within it floated the heroes of countless races, their indomitable wills, and ancient tales.
This was Qin Li’s culmination of the wills from the tombstones and the Martial Dao flame, a temporal killing move that shook the cosmos, domineering and majestic.
It surged forward, sweeping away Mount Wugong’s Lord’s Chaotic Divine Form. The Martial Dao lamp fell to the ground, its flame not extinguished but burning even brighter, resonating with Qin Li’s river of time.
“Excellent!”
Qin Li took a deep breath.
All his mighty power returned to his body.
“You…” Mount Wugong trembled, its voice filled with fear.
Mount Wugong’s Lord was the spirit of Mount Wugong; his true form was the mountain itself. He would only resort to this in desperate times.
“As expected of a Great Dao Spirit. We’ve all underestimated you. It seems a life-and-death struggle is necessary to completely suppress you.”
Qin Li remained silent.
He simply vanished.
His goal achieved, there was no need to stay.
He left behind a group of bewildered martial artists.
The Chaos Demon Ape exclaimed in delight: “Congratulations, Lord, for repelling the Rebellious Saint Emperor!”
Mount Wugong’s Lord felt no joy. He knew Qin Li’s departure was simply because his blade had been sharpened; the whetstone was no longer needed.
“Once you enter the martial world, you can no longer remain aloof and transcendent.”
“We must go to the Ancient Burial Hell.”
Meanwhile,
At Lingtai Temple, the cultivators were in shock.
Qin Li had suddenly appeared, startling the entire town.
He couldn’t suppress his aura, which radiated out in waves, devastating the surrounding world.
Even Yang God cultivators trembled at the sensation, as if they were in the presence of a Supreme, compelled to bow in reverence.
Qin Li’s power had expanded to the point where he could ascend to the eighth level of the Saint Realm at any moment.
At that point, even without the Other Shore Immortal Ship, he would possess the combat power of a Supreme.
But he continuously suppressed it, for he had greater ambitions.
“Saint Emperor.”
Dizang approached nervously:
“What brings you here from afar?”
Given Lingtai Temple’s betrayal, their relationship with Qin Li was particularly awkward.
“Where is the Master of Lingtai Temple? Bring him out to see me,” Qin Li demanded, his breathing labored, every pore of his body exuding temporal energy.
Dizang apologized: “I’m sorry, but the Master’s soul is unwell. He’s resting and cannot receive guests. Please come another day.”
“Hah!”
Qin Li scoffed.
“What a pathetic excuse.”
“If you’ve chosen to wallow in the mire, why not face me?”
His质问 echoed through the town, but no one answered.
“Humph!”
Qin Li had no more patience.
He took to the skies, heading for the Flame Tower.
This place held the glory of the Second Era’s civilization.
Having already mastered the Body Refinement and Qi Refinement rivers, if he could now form a Divine Refinement river, he would ascend to the eighth level of the Saint Realm and touch the mysteries of time.
