Chapter 303: Copying the Undying Overlord Body
Undying Overlord Body!
A crowd of Heavenly Clear Immortal Sect disciples were shaken by those four words. Though they did not understand what the Undying Overlord Body truly was, the mere sound of it felt terrifying.
A male disciple could not help but ask, “Patriarch, what is the Undying Overlord Body? Is it innately born, or cultivated after birth? How powerful is it?”
He voiced the question that all the other disciples wished to ask.
The White-Robed Elder calculated with his fingers while answering, “The Undying Overlord Body is the strongest physique in the mortal world. All are formed innately and cannot be cultivated after birth. However, the Undying Overlord Body requires a special method to awaken. This is related to how powerful it is. It is said that its strength disrupts the cultivation laws of the world, so the heavens imposed many shackles upon it. Of course, there is another saying—that because the Undying Overlord Body is too domineering, it suffers a curse. Those of later generations who possess it must undergo countless trials before awakening.”
“There are countless legends, but one thing is certain: the appearance of the Undying Overlord Body stirs the winds and clouds beneath the heavens. Perhaps in not many years, our Heavenly Clear Immortal Sect will face one. Whether enemy or ally remains unknown. I hope it will be an ally.”
His tone carried emotion, causing the disciples to exchange uneasy glances.
Fang Shuang also frowned. She knew the White-Robed Elder’s character. For him to speak in such a manner meant the Undying Overlord Body was truly extraordinary.
The White-Robed Elder looked at the Heavenly Clear Immortal Sect disciples and sighed leisurely, “To encounter the Undying Overlord Body in your time—I do not know whether it will be your fortune or your misfortune.”
Those words weighed heavily on the disciples’ hearts. They were all heaven-favored geniuses of the Heavenly Clear Immortal Sect, yet in the Patriarch’s eyes, they were completely unmatched against the Undying Overlord Body. How could they accept that?
“Hm?”
The White-Robed Elder suddenly exclaimed again in surprise, prompting the disciples to look up at him, wondering what he had divined this time.
“It is actually a Twin Overlord Body. No—these two destinies do not harmonize. The other destiny has only just begun to awaken. Two Saints in one lifetime… Is this the fate of heaven and earth, or an omen of chaotic times?” The White-Robed Elder frowned deeply, his murmuring sending chills through the disciples.
There was another Undying Overlord Body?
…
Beneath the bright sky, the snow on the mountains was slowly melting.
On a vast snowfield lay countless heaps of flesh and blood—the corpses of demons and wild beasts. Yuan Li sat atop a demonic beast, gripping the Centipede Spirit’s head in one hand.
The Centipede Spirit’s demonic body was as thick as his waist, yet in his grasp it appeared weak and powerless.
Looking closely, the Great Demons that had accompanied the Centipede Spirit were already dead nearby, their severed limbs scattered about.
Sunlight poured down upon Yuan Li. His white hair emitted a faint sheen. His face was cold and stern, his gaze indifferent.
The Centipede Spirit in his hand still writhed, like a pitch-black Python Demon, but its movements were slow—like a spent crossbow at the end of its strength—painfully squirming on the brink of death.
“Even if you kill this king, the calamity of the Nine Provinces will not disperse. You will encounter even more terrifying disasters.”
The Centipede Spirit spoke slowly, its voice hoarse and filled with pain.
It had never imagined that it would be seized in one man’s hand. Its ambitions had been ruthlessly crushed, torment filling its heart.
It knew it was doomed, yet it could not accept it.
Its plan against the Clear Sky Sect had been flawless. Step by step, it would have dismantled the Clear Sky Sect and turned it into its own power. But it had underestimated the strength of the Sacred Body of the Mortal World.
Thinking back now, it suspected that all of this might have been the Demon Teacher’s scheme.
The Demon Teacher had foreseen the birth of the Sacred Body of the Mortal World, telling it only that obtaining such a body would allow it to ascend to the bloodline of a Demon King—but never telling it how powerful that body truly was.
The realization before death filled it with regret, but it had no intention of begging.
Yuan Li did not respond. He merely examined it quietly.
The Centipede Spirit could not discern what he was thinking. What was more terrifying than death was the waiting before death.
It realized that it could not see through this Sacred Body of the Mortal World at all.
Powerful. Profound beyond measure. Extremely dangerous. Impossible to fathom.
That was its assessment of Yuan Li. It even felt that Yuan Li was more dangerous than the Demon Teacher.
At that moment, Yuan Li’s gaze shifted, startling the Centipede Spirit. It instinctively tried to speak.
Boom—
Yuan Li directly crushed the Centipede Spirit’s demonic body. Toxic blood splattered into the surrounding sea of corpses and blood, bubbling with scorching heat.
After finishing, Yuan Li slowly stood and turned to face the north.
He stood tall and broad-shouldered, utterly different from the thin youth he once was.
At this moment, Yuan Li was extremely clear-minded. Looking north, he could sense a terrifying mass of demonic aura in the distant lands. That was the true calamity of the Clear Sky Sect.
He did not act rashly, merely sensing that demonic aura.
After awakening the Undying Overlord Body, his senses had transformed. By feeling alone, he could establish a judgment about unknown enemies.
At this time, figures flew over—it was the Clear Sky Sect disciples who had watched the battle. They did not land but stood upon their Clear Sky Swords, keeping their distance from Yuan Li, both nervous and excited.
The leading male disciple raised his hand in salute and asked excitedly, “May we ask Senior Brother’s name?”
The sect had ordered its disciples to exterminate the demons causing chaos throughout the Nine Provinces. In this era, any cultivator capable of slaying demons must belong to the Clear Sky Sect. Thus, they mustered the courage to approach, asking whether this powerful fellow disciple required assistance.
Yuan Li swept his gaze over them and replied, “Yuan Li. The demons of this province have been eliminated. You may return and report.”
Yuan Li?
The disciples froze for a moment, recalling the name.
The leading male disciple suddenly remembered and exclaimed in delight, “It is the Sect Master’s third disciple—Senior Brother Yuan Li!”
At once, the other disciples rejoiced and saluted Yuan Li again.
As Yuan Li looked at them, ripples appeared in his indifferent eyes. Hatred had not clouded his mind. On the contrary, he was clearer than ever before.
Avenging his brother was merely his immediate goal. Protecting his fellow disciples was his lifelong purpose.
Looking at these somewhat immature disciples and meeting their gazes, Yuan Li felt responsibility. That responsibility restrained the surging power within him.
“Very well. Follow me back to the sect,” Yuan Li said.
He felt it necessary to inform his Master of his current condition first and allow his Master to formulate a plan against the Northern Demons.
He had already judged his own strength. He believed he had surpassed everyone in the sect—including his Master. Yet he did not grow arrogant. Instead, he became more cautious.
With such power, he could not act recklessly. He would become the sharpest blade in his Master’s hand. He believed his Master could wield him better for the benefit of the sect.
“Many thanks, Senior Brother Yuan!”
The disciples responded immediately, all delighted. With such a powerful figure protecting them, their return journey would surely be safe.
Of course, they were also curious about the spell Yuan Li had used earlier. Could it have been a legendary Divine Art?
…
Inside the cave dwelling.
Nangong E and Lin Chuan hid in a corner, staring at Li Qingqiu, who was surrounded by scorching white vapor. Their eyes were filled with awe.
Such terrifying Blood Essence!
At this moment, Li Qingqiu emitted an extremely frightening aura. Even the cave dwelling’s restrictions could no longer suppress it.
They even felt that Li Qingqiu was stronger than Yuan Li.
“So it was indeed the Master’s guidance that made Yuan Li so powerful,” Nangong E thought in shock.
Even though she had spent day and night by Li Qingqiu’s side, she still could not see through his true strength, nor did she know how many hidden trump cards he possessed.
After nearly an hour of inheritance, Li Qingqiu had already transformed.
This was the miraculous aspect of a Fate Trait Selection Opportunity. There was no tribulation, no earth-shaking spectacle. Within a small cave dwelling, Li Qingqiu completed his transformation.
He slowly opened his eyes, strands of blazing aura leaking from them.
His Hundred-Refinement Demonic Body and Undying Overlord Body had formed a connection, causing his power to increase almost limitlessly.
An unprecedented strength surged through his Muscles, Bones, and Hundred Limbs. He felt that with a slight movement, he could collapse the cave dwelling.
Even the steady Clear Sky Mountain felt fragile to him.
The sensation was indescribably wonderful, restoring Li Qingqiu’s confidence.
With the Undying Overlord Body, he was confident in resolving the Clear Sky Sect’s current troubles.
No—with Yuan Li alone, it would suffice. And with higher cultivation and more Special Fate Traits, he himself could shoulder even greater responsibility.
He finally possessed the confidence to face the northern Land of Demons and Devils and to contend with the Heavenly Nether Sea to the south.
The Undying Overlord Body granted him not only a transformation in strength, but also a leap in confidence.