am-books Chapter 513 - 377: Unrivaled in One Realm_2
Chapter 513 - 377: Unrivaled in One Realm_2
Chapter 513: Chapter 377: Unrivaled in One Realm_2
The matter of ascension was settled, and the celebration was to be organized by the Heaven Patching Sect Leader.
Zhou Yi looked towards the several Human Immortals and Demon Saints, smiling as he said, “Poor Dao has broken through as a Human Immortal, becoming a rare match in this world. Why not engage in a friendly combat before my ascension?”
Before becoming a Human Immortal, Zhou Yi vigorously studied divine skills and magic techniques, yet he rarely engaged in combative sparring.
After becoming a Human Immortal, Zhou Yi suddenly looked back and realized that there were hardly any opponents left in the world. Those who would ascend would do so, while those meant to pass away would meet their end. Without strife or struggle, he had become an unparalleled existence in this realm.
After sixteen thousand years of arduous cultivation, he had yet to even test his skills, and suddenly felt as though he had wasted his time for nothing!
“Good, good, good!”
Sun Changsheng was always fond of excitement, flipping through the air multiple times before landing above the vault of heaven.
Yang Xuan said, “Then let the second brother go first. The loser steps down, and the winner continues.”@@@@
“Excellent!”
Zhou Yi’s figure flashed, landing a hundred miles away from Sun Changsheng, and he expelled a sky-full of divine winds from his mouth.
Colorless, formless, boundless, and endless!
The gale swept through, tearing the void asunder, turning the entire firmament into a pitch-black chaos, as if a huge swath of the heavens had been torn away.
“What divine skill!”
Sun Changsheng’s gaze grew sharp, and his smile slowly faded, as he realized that the strength of his newly-advanced third junior brother as a Human Immortal far exceeded expectations.
The God-Beating Stick suddenly appeared in his hand, thrusting towards the innate divine winds, feeling an endless force sweeping towards him, blowing Sun Changsheng several hundred miles away in the sky.
“My underlings, lend me a hand!”
Sun Changsheng grabbed a handful of monkey hairs and blew them out, transforming them into forty-eight thousand monkeys, each wielding a red stick.
Supported by his seemingly endless mana, Sun Changsheng’s God-Beating Stick stretched ten thousand zhang, even taller than the Heavenly Mountain, sweeping across the vault of heaven and shattering the divine wind.
“Such a group beating is truly lacking in martial virtue!”
Zhou Yi sensed that each of the forty-eight thousand monkeys was at the Divinity Transformation Realm. They were not only born from the same origin as Sun Changsheng, but even if they formed a formation on their own, they could join forces to trap a Human Immortal.
“Poor Dao is also skilled at overcoming the many with the few!”
Zhou Yi once again unleashed the innate divine wind, but it no longer remained formless and invisible. Suddenly, the winds transformed into seven colors.
Each strand of color represented a layer of divine skill, each ray of light stood for a magic technique.
Sun Changsheng’s gaze grew solemn. His body grew against the wind, expanding into a giant god ten thousand zhang tall, with his feet on the Heavenly Mountain and his head brushing against the Qing Tian, holding the God-Beating Stick against the colorful divine light.
Boom, boom, boom—
The relentless sound of thunder echoed in the sky, as Zhou Yi and Sun Changsheng were locked in a standoff, directly competing in their mana.
After a long while.
Sun Changsheng’s figure flickered, landing ten thousand miles away. He reverted to his four-foot stature and stored the God-Beating Stick in his ear, repeatedly saying, “I, Old Sun, have lost. The third brother is excessively formidable!”
“Thank you for yielding, second brother!”
Zhou Yi bowed in thanks, knowing that if they truly exhausted their efforts in a contest of mana, it could take ten to twenty years to yield a result.
The mana of a Human Immortal is almost boundless. Once exhausted, the cultivation technique and Divine Sense would be put to work, easily absorbing the spiritual energy within ten thousand miles into their body, much faster than any Spirit Pill could restore.
Moo!
The Ox King shook its head gently, willingly admitting defeat.
Sun Changsheng’s gaze became solemn, his body swelling against the wind into a ten-thousand-zhang tall giant god, with his feet on Heavenly Mountain and his head beneath Qing Tian, grasping the God-Beating Stick to block the seven-colored divine light.
Boom—
The unending sound of thunder roared in the sky, as Zhou Yi and Sun Changsheng held each other in a stalemate, directly competing in mana.
After a long while.
Sun Changsheng flickered and landed ten thousand miles away, shrinking back to four feet, and put away his God-Beating Stick into his ear, repeatedly saying, “I, Old Sun, have lost, Little Brother is too formidable!”
“Thank you for going easy on me, Second Brother!”
Zhou Yi clasped his hands in thanks; to truly exert his strength in a mana competition would take ten or twenty years to determine a winner.
The mana of a human immortal is nearly boundless and endless, and after consumption, the cultivation technique and Divine Sense operate to easily draw spiritual energy from within ten thousand miles into the body, faster than any Spirit Pill can restore.
Moo!
The yellow ox shook its head slightly, conceding defeat.
Yang Xuan said helplessly, “With Third Brother’s strength like this, I don’t want to make a fool of myself.”
Qing Lian said, “Disciple is deeply ashamed that even a True Immortal cannot compare to the Technique and Spell Study that Master has shown!”
Zhou Yi retracted the seven-colored divine light and flew back to the Mystic Iron Observatory from the sky dome.
“I have merely lived longer, integrating what I’ve learned in Technique and Spell Study, and naturally it has transformed into the divine light of myriad spells. A True Immortal, earnestly contemplating for a few thousand years, could also cultivate it; there is nothing mysterious about it!”
Qing Lian was taken aback, momentarily at a loss for words.
The lifespan of a True Immortal is long, but it’s not everlasting immortality; most of their twenty thousand years of life are spent in cultivation, leaving not much time to ponder spells!
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Days and months revolved; spring went, and winter came.
A year later.
The Human Immortal Ceremony began.
Heaven Patching Sect retracted the protective formation, and Heavenly Mountain manifested in the world, allowing all the cultivators and mortals who came to attend the banquet.
The mountain was dotted with pavilions, each pavilion with a banquet set up, stretching over a thousand miles.
At this time.
The immortals were no longer aloof, mingling with mortals, sitting at the tables drinking and conversing.
Under the influence of alcohol, one ranted about the strictness of heavenly laws, another cursed corrupt officials. It seemed like disparate conversations, but in essence, their hearts were not so different.
...
Days and months revolved; spring went, and winter came.
A year later.
The Human Immortal Ceremony began.
Heaven Patching Sect retracted the protective formation, and Heavenly Mountain manifested in the world, allowing all the cultivators and mortals who came to attend the banquet.
The mountain was dotted with pavilions, each pavilion with a banquet set up, stretching over a thousand miles.
At this time.
The immortals were no longer aloof, mingling with mortals, sitting at the tables drinking and conversing.
Under the influence of alcohol, one ranted about the strictness of heavenly laws, another cursed corrupt officials. It seemed like disparate conversations, but in essence, their hearts were not so different.