Chapter 300: Undying and Indestructible, Shaking Heaven and Earth
At the mountainside midway, Yang Xuan of the Spirit Finance Hall was leading several disciples in besieging a wolf demon. The wolf demon stood one zhang tall at the shoulder. Its fangs were razor-sharp, its claws like blades, and the black fur covering its body made it appear exceptionally terrifying.
One Clear Sky Sword after another circled the wolf demon, launching relentless assaults that forced it to emit irritable roars. The Clear Sky Sect disciples continued casting spells from the surrounding area.
Ye Nan, who possessed the fate traits 【Innate Great Hero】 and 【Sudden Enlightenment in a Single Moment】, was also casting a spell. His expression was solemn as he felt tremendous pressure.
This wolf demon was far too powerful—almost impervious to blades and spears. Their spells and magic implements could at most injure its flesh, drawing some blood, but they were completely incapable of restraining its movements.
Most critically, they could clearly sense a vast amount of demonic aura gathering in the distance.
As the leader, Yang Xuan felt an even heavier burden. However, he did not let it show on his face. He knew that anyone else could panic—except him.
“Move aside!”
Yang Xuan suddenly shouted. His hands rapidly formed seals, and from his sleeves surged endless red blossoms and flying leaves.
The other disciples quickly retreated, watching his spell unfold.
This was a spell he had created himself, named Two Extremes Heaven and Earth.
Once covered by these red blossoms and flying leaves, one’s consciousness would be dragged into another world, sinking within it, unable to extricate oneself.
The wolf demon had never encountered this move before, so it did not dodge. Instead, it slashed rapidly, releasing streak after streak of black forceful energy, attempting to shred the incoming red blossoms and flying leaves. However, the scene before its eyes abruptly changed.
It plunged into an inferno-like world. Beneath its feet was a shattered land flowing with magma. All around stood erupting volcanoes. Scorching flames assaulted it from every direction, causing it to look about in panic.
In the eyes of the Clear Sky Sect disciples, the wolf demon surrounded by red blossoms and flying leaves suddenly stopped, standing there blankly.
This sight greatly excited the disciples, and they all looked at Yang Xuan with admiration.
Ye Nan was the same.
As expected of a disciple ranked among the Top Ten in the second Grand Dao Tournament—truly formidable. In any case, he could not comprehend the profundities of this spell.
Yang Xuan quickly flew a hundred zhang away and said, “Everyone gather here!”
He immediately took out stacks of talisman papers from his storage pouch. With two fingers of his right hand extended, he used vital energy to draw a circle on the ground, then pasted those talismans onto the snowy circle.
The disciples did not hesitate. They hurried to his side and entered the circle together.
The talismans ignited rapidly. In the next instant, Yang Xuan and the others within the circle vanished into thin air.
They had not moved away—they had merely become invisible, concealing not only their forms but also their auras.
Soon, the snow-covered ground began to tremble. The disciples within the circle grew tense. Some even took out their Clear Sky Tokens to report the situation to the sect.
When Yang Xuan saw demonic figures appearing at the edge of the horizon, he immediately snatched the Clear Sky Token and cut off the vital energy transmission.
The disciple whose token had been seized showed no astonishment. Instead, he looked toward the distance.
A massive tide of demons came charging forward with overwhelming momentum. Many had not taken human form and retained their beastly shapes, though they were larger and swifter than ordinary beasts of their kind.
Yang Xuan and the others grew nervous, fearing that this horde of demons might collide with them.
Yet something astonishing occurred.
The demons did not attempt to rescue the wolf demon. They ran past on both sides of it without offering the slightest help, all racing toward the distance.
“What’s going on? Weren’t these demons here to assist it?”
“Look closely—they seem to have gone mad. Something’s wrong with their state.”
“What exactly has happened?”
“Could someone be hunting them?”
“Let’s wait and see.”
The disciples whispered among themselves, not daring to lower their guard.
Yang Xuan turned and looked in the direction the demons were heading. He faintly sensed a terrifying aura.
At this moment, Clear Sky Sect disciples across the land of the Nine Provinces began noticing the same omen—countless demons had gone mad, rushing toward a single direction.
Never had they imagined that the land of the Nine Provinces contained so many demons.
And the one who had stirred all demons under heaven, Yuan Li, was still recklessly elevating his aura.
Half of Yuan Li’s body was now shrouded in blood mist. His flesh continuously melted, yet new flesh ceaselessly regenerated.
He did not slow his steps. He walked forward resolutely.
Rolling dark clouds surged from all directions, gathering above his head and rapidly expanding. Oppressive thunder rumbled incessantly.
The Heavenly Tribulation was approaching!
Yuan Li was not drawn to the phenomenon in the sky. His gaze remained fixed ahead.
A black shadow appeared at the far end of the sky—a gigantic vulture, wings spread wide as it sped forward, its icy eyes locked onto Yuan Li.
Yuan Li saw the enormous vulture as well. His expression did not change, nor did his steps hesitate in the slightest.
The vulture’s speed was astonishing. In less than ten breaths, it reached Yuan Li, raising its sharp, hooked talons to seize him.
Boom—
With a casual wave of his hand, Yuan Li slapped the gigantic vulture—ten times larger than himself—into a cloud of blood mist. Countless fragments of flesh and bone splattered in every direction. The spectacle was magnificent.
After killing the vulture, Yuan Li did not even blink, as though he had merely swatted a fly.
He did not marvel at his own newfound strength. His state of mind was incomparably tranquil.
He could feel an endless stream of power bursting forth from within him. His physical body was undergoing an unimaginable transformation.
The more his flesh was torn apart, the stronger he became. This drove him to begin crazily ravaging himself. No matter how recklessly he pushed his limits, his body never collapsed.
Undying and indestructible!
In the unseen depths, Yuan Li sensed the fortune that belonged to him.
In his vision, figures began appearing ahead of him. They advanced together, each with a different bearing.
The wind and snow between heaven and earth grew fiercer. Gazing at these silhouettes, Yuan Li felt sudden enlightenment.
These were all his predecessors—each possessing the same kind of body as his own.
He could not determine whether his physique was unique or whether his body cultivation had reached the realm attained by the ancients.
He let go of his confusion and accepted it all.
Seeing so many predecessors walking ahead of him, his aura surged once more. The blood essence around him raged like a tornado.
Each of those predecessors appeared domineering, supreme over all, and Yuan Li also wished to become like them.
“Undying Overlord Body…”
Yuan Li murmured, uttering the name of his physique.
He already understood what it meant to be undying.
But as for what it meant to be an overlord body, he had yet to comprehend.
An unknown demonic faction was persecuting the Clear Sky Sect, yet Master and the sect’s upper ranks had been unable to track down the demons’ whereabouts.
Yuan Li had originally intended to draw them out himself, buying the sect an opportunity.
But now, his thoughts had changed.
He would end this calamity alone.
He would accomplish a feat never achieved by anyone within the sect.
He had always wanted to become the strongest in the sect. Now he felt he had already touched the realm of invincibility.
“Not enough. Not enough. Far from enough…”
Yuan Li muttered. At last, his expression shifted. His face grew ferocious. Blood-patterned veins spread across his forehead like branching trees, making him appear even more terrifying and oppressive.
Thump! Thump! Thump…
His heartbeat continued to shake heaven and earth. Forceful energy began bursting from his body in expanding waves, stirring up snow mist in perfect rhythm with the deafening pulse.
Boom—
A bolt of heavenly thunder suddenly struck him, causing his flesh to collapse instantly, leaving behind only a skeleton. Yet in the next moment, flesh rapidly regrew over his white bones.
Far away on Clear Sky Mountain, Li Qingqiu sensed the might of heaven.
“Such a Heavenly Tribulation is even stronger than that of the Spirit Perception Realm. Could it be that some demon is about to surpass the Spirit Perception Realm?”
Li Qingqiu was inwardly alarmed and decided to personally investigate.
Before doing so, however, he needed to find Wei Tianxiong and have him guard the Clear Sky Sect.
Meanwhile—
Yun Cai stood upon a cliff at the other end of Clear Sky Mountain, gazing into the distance. Her All-Law Spiritual Eyes were open, and shock filled her face.
“So powerful… Is that Senior Brother Yuan Li’s Gang Essence?”
In the vision of Yun Cai’s All-Law Spiritual Eyes, the horizon was stained blood-red. Yuan Li’s Gang Essence spread across the firmament like a spiderweb, growing ever stronger.
Yuan Li’s strength plunged her into unprecedented astonishment.
With Zhao Zhen, Ji Ya, and Hu Yan around, she had often overlooked Yuan Li, considering him mediocre.
Now she realized that the Sect Master’s expectations for Yuan Li had never been mere consolation—Yuan Li truly possessed talent beyond mortal imagination.
But…
Even the greatest talent required cultivation to realize its potential. How could Yuan Li suddenly become so powerful?
At this moment, Yun Cai even felt that Yuan Li had surpassed the Sect Master.
Was it Yuan Qi’s death that had stimulated him?
Could emotional shock truly bring about such a tremendous leap in strength?
Yun Cai could not comprehend it. She felt that the sky above the Clear Sky Sect was about to change.
…
In Zhongtian Immortal City.
Zhao Zhen stood upon the city wall, gazing into the distance, unable to maintain his composure.
“What exactly is that… Why does it give me a familiar feeling?”
Trembling with fear, Zhao Zhen carefully pondered. Suddenly, a name surfaced in his mind.
Yuan Li!
For some reason, he felt that this overwhelmingly powerful aura belonged to Yuan Li.
Although his cultivation now far surpassed Yuan Li’s, in his heart he had always regarded Yuan Li as a rival. He could never forget the shock Yuan Li had caused him by pioneering the Body Cultivation Path.
“To vent yourself like this… how much pain lies within your heart?”
Zhao Zhen murmured softly, guilt appearing on his face.
He was always like this—unable to protect others.
He could not protect Ku Yi, nor Ku Er. He could not protect his own mother. He could not protect Yuan Qi.
Why was he always one step too late?
Zhao Zhen clenched his teeth, torment filling his heart. Unlike before, he did not act impulsively. He understood that what he needed to do now was guard Zhongtian Immortal City.
Once this calamity passed, he would cultivate even more diligently.
As Yuan Li’s aura grew ever stronger, more and more Immortal Cultivators sensed it. The thunderclouds enveloping him expanded rapidly, visible even to the common people in distant cities.
Yuan Li’s awakening truly shook heaven and earth.
Soon, danger arrived.
His Heavenly Tribulation grew increasingly violent. Before him appeared great demons emanating terrifying demonic aura—among them even a python demon on the verge of transforming into a flood dragon, coiling in midair.
Snow on the ground continued to whirl upward. Half of Yuan Li’s body still melted ceaselessly, yet his head had already fully regenerated.