I Pick up a Lost Godhood

Many of the Sect Leaders present were experts in the Enchantment Technique, and Zhu Zhun was one of them. The other senior figures from the Taiyin Sect all looked toward him. When it came to this subject, Zhu Zhun was clearly the foremost authority.

But at this moment, Zhu Zhun seemed petrified, staring at Mingren as if he were looking at a monster.

And Zhu Zhun himself was considered a monster in the eyes of others.

Mingren shook his head slightly, and his eyes—a clear division of yin and yang—suddenly flared with diametrically opposed light.

HUMMM...

A strange hum suddenly pierced through the White Tiger's Fierce Power, permeating the entire arena. Heaven and earth were split in two, but it didn't stop there. It was not a light, but a sensation that blurred the line between illusion and reality. This feeling spread continuously, soon covering the Dueling Platform, then all of Sky City, before passing through the Pure Land and scattering into the distance.

Between heaven and earth, Mingren ascended into the void, step by step. With his every move, it was as if heaven and earth itself paved a road for him.

The White Tiger's Fierce Power melted away like ice and snow. Zou Chuang was not his opponent; he didn't even register as a threat.

'The Holy Light Demon Collapse Body?'

One should not judge Mingren by ancient standards. Mingren was Mingren. He was not known to the world because of the Holy Light Demon Collapse Body; the Holy Light Demon Collapse Body was renowned throughout the world because of him.

The might of the Holy Light Demon Collapse was the might of a Saint Demon. Was there anything in this world that could stop him?

Mingren's brilliance illuminated the Pure Land. Indeed, was there anything in this world that could stop him?

For Mingren, there was only one thing he feared: loneliness.

Everything Zou Chuang had prepared still remained within the conventional bounds of the Cultivation Realm. It could not enter the domain of order, and as such, it was completely useless against Mingren.

Since Lin Jinghao had displayed the Supreme Demon's Nine Luminaries Demon Dragon Power, Mingren wouldn't hold back either.

Saint Demon reigns, yin and yang in hand. I control Reincarnation; the world is mine to command!

Before the might of yin and yang, Zou Chuang's White Tiger Holy Statue prostrated itself.

In the face of this unparalleled power of law, even a Divine Beast could only submit.

Mingren's body, a union of light and darkness, no longer resembled that of a human. He... had likely transformed completely.

A complete Sacred Body could no longer be considered human, nor was it a demon. It was a step on the path to godhood.

All the Sect Leaders present, and even the four great experts, were stunned into silence. What shocking power, what incredible talent! At his age, while everyone else was still struggling with mortal powers, Mingren was already striding toward ascension.

'Is there anything left in this Cultivation World to make me want to stay?'

The Saint Demon's power slowly receded, and the world returned to normal. His might was truly godlike, simply incredible.

All the cultivators were stunned by Mingren's terrifying power. It was even more freakish and heaven-defying than the Nine Luminaries Demon Dragon Body. A true freak of nature!

Liao Qingqiu understood better than anyone. An existence like Mingren was truly terrifying—not human, not of the Demon Race, without attachments or inhibitions. Not even the prospect of ascension itself could sway him.

She wasn't sure of everything, but she knew one thing: as long as he was here, the Demon Race would be safe.

The might of the Holy Light Demon Collapse.

Zou Chuang had lost all will to fight. His Spiritual Power was very strong, and he had undergone intense training to develop it, yet in front of Mingren, he couldn't even control his own body.

They were on completely different levels. He considered himself ruthless, but he was a far cry from whatever Mingren was. He had obsessions, reservations, and a deep-seated loyalty to the Taiyin Sect. Mingren had none of that.

In that instant, he had sensed something from Mingren: a compassion and cruelty that was almost divine, a state where illusion and reality dissolved into emptiness.

For him, just being able to face Mingren in battle had been an act of mercy.

Zou Chuang quietly retreated. It was because he was strong that he could better understand Mingren's power. If the gap had only been one level, Zou Chuang would have definitely fought, even if it cost him his life. But the difference was far greater than a single level. To continue fighting would not only be a disgrace to himself, but also to the Taiyin Sect.

In this world, only two or three people were left who could truly contend with Mingren.

The reactions of Mengg Lord and the Lord of Punishment were simultaneously expected and unexpected. They knew Mingren was strong, very strong, but they had never imagined he had already reached this level. It seemed even the gods would be jealous of his rate of progress.

The Pure Land possessed the best resources in the Cultivation Realm, while Mingren possessed the greatest talent and intellect. The combination of the two had created the greatest figure in the history of cultivation.

He was the greatest in history—unprecedented and likely never to be surpassed. The likes of Wang Meng, Lin Jinghao, and Linglong were not his opponents.

At this moment, the Demon Race naturally shifted their support to Mingren, with whom they had a closer relationship. Besides, Mingren's presence and power were clearly the strongest.

No matter how strong the performances of those before him had been, the moment Mingren made his move, the winds of favor instantly shifted.

As the Battle of the Other Shore reached this point, the Sect Leaders were struck by a sudden realization: a few of the competitors had reached a level that truly startled them. They could no longer afford to put on airs and act like aloof Sect Leaders here.

Linglong won the third match by default. Although Zhang Xiaojiang was eager to fight after a period of recovery, his ambition was nipped in the bud by the others. Even at his peak, he would be no match for Linglong. While Zhang Xiaojiang's Cursed Puppet was formidable, there were many counters to it once its nature was understood. Against someone from the Dragon Race, it was questionable whether the puppet could even be controlled, as the Dragon Race possessed an extremely high resistance to such powers. And given Zhang Xiaopang's current physical condition, sending him up there would just be asking for an instant defeat.

Linglong was indifferent to this stroke of "luck." On the contrary, she would have preferred a stronger opponent.

And now, the main event of the semi-finals had arrived—a battle that was considered the most evenly matched of them all.

Wang Meng of the Holy Hall versus Jii Wanli of the Ten Thousand Spirits Sect.

Jii Wanli had always been an endlessly ambitious and incomparably domineering figure. One had to admit, his strength was also top-tier. While many other experts had been unleashing their full power, Jii Wanli's Golden Wing Roc Body seemed to be resting on its laurels. But anyone who knew him even slightly was certain that he had more up his sleeve. If he didn't have a hidden ace, he wouldn't be Jii Wanli.

As for Wang Meng, the supreme expert who had risen during this Battle of the Other Shore, he was truly the darkest of dark horses. He had fought with a wild, unrestrained style all the way here, and this would be his gravest challenge yet.

Wang Meng's trump cards were clearly his Dragon Emperor Holy Statue and the power of his Five Elements Body. These two techniques were indeed viciously powerful, but would they be enough to handle Jii Wanli?

Against such speed, the berserk power of the Five Elements Body would likely have no room to be brought to bear. This would be a clash of speed versus Space Skill. Just how far had Wang Meng's cultivation of Space Magic progressed?

After all, he didn't possess a true Dragon Emperor Body.

Would the Space Skill prove superior, or would the speed of the Ten Thousand Miles Roc Body be more ferocious? This was a battle with no room for error; whoever could suppress the other would seize complete control.

Wang Meng and Jii Wanli took the stage. Without a doubt, this was a match that Mingren, Lin Jinghao, and Linglong would also be watching closely.

At this stage, all outside speculation was meaningless. Only these five knew their true chances of victory against one another.

Currently, Mingren held a slight advantage. Lin Jinghao and Linglong were likely on par, though as the possessor of a true Dragon Emperor Body, Linglong might have a ten percent greater chance of victory. The battle between Wang Meng and Jii Wanli would determine their relative standing within the final four.

The Nine Luminaries Demon Dragon Body, the Holy Light Demon Collapse Body, and the true Dragon Emperor Body—without a doubt, Wang Meng and Jii Wanli were currently a notch below the others. If they couldn't pull out something special in this match, the winner would still be ranked last among the four. A Half-Dragon Emperor and a Ten Thousand Miles Roc just weren't impressive enough.

And what was Jii Wanli's demeanor?

Excitement!

Crown Prince Wanli was radiating pure excitement. Of his remaining potential opponents—Mingren, Lin Jinghao, Linglong, and Wang Meng—he had to face one, and drawing Wang Meng was the best possible outcome for him.

Using Wang Meng to showcase his own explosive power was undoubtedly the best-case scenario, much like when Wang Meng had faced Mengg Lord.

One could imagine that in this moment, all eyes were fixed upon them.

The two of them were the focus of the entire Cultivation Realm. Wang Meng of the Holy Hall, representing the dream of the common cultivator, and Jii Wanli of the Ten Thousand Spirits Sect, representing the pride of a traditional powerhouse. Both were figures filled with domineering spirit. This was, without a doubt, a collision of pure dominance.

In an instant, the auras and Elemental Power of both men surged to a peak, reaching a level that left other cultivators staring, dumbfounded and full of awe.

A supremely confident, brilliant smile appeared on Jii Wanli's face. He took a single step—Instant Flash.

The speed of the Golden Wing Roc Body was second to none.

Silent and traceless. BOOM...

Wang Meng's body was sent flying. By then, Jii Wanli had already appeared behind him. His speed was truly in a league of its own.

He had more than enough time to launch his most powerful attack. A flash of golden Sword Qi shot straight for Wang Meng.

Jii Wanli was simply too much faster than Wang Meng. He had already launched his follow-up attack while Wang Meng's body was still flying backward from the first blow.

SHING...

The Sword Qi struck empty air. In an instant, Wang Meng's figure reappeared in its original spot.

A spatial transfer!

The Spatial Power of the Dragon Emperor Holy Statue.

This was a fated confrontation between the Law of Space and ultimate speed.

BOOM...

Like a hidden dragon soaring to the heavens, the massive Dragon Emperor Holy Statue rose into the air, its golden light illuminating half the sky. Jii Wanli gave an arrogant laugh as his own vast Golden Wing Roc Holy Statue appeared, its wings spreading wide enough to blot out the sun.

Two types of golden light, both imbued with an imperial aura, lit up the heavens.

Jii Wanli soared into the air. With a flourish of his arms, the wings of the Golden Wing Roc Holy Statue flapped violently, and amidst ten thousand rays of golden light, Jii Wanli slashed out with his sword.

He arrived at the very instant he attacked—a speed that would drive any opponent to despair.

Even if one's eyes could follow, their body could not. This held true even for the Dragon Emperor Body.

Wang Meng could only use the Void Technique to dodge, but it was a hurried escape. Even the most powerful techniques require reaction time.

BOOM...

Jii Wanli's sword light struck the Dueling Platform. KABOOM...

The world seemed to sunder. That seemingly simple slash unquestionably contained the overlapping force of dozens of strikes.

Wang Meng reappeared over ten meters away. The moment he stabilized his footing, several gashes appeared on the front of his robes. He hadn't managed to dodge completely.

Jii Wanli flew out from the rubble, his body suffused with the potent Golden-Winged Roc Primordial Power. His pride spanned ten thousand miles as he looked down upon all creation.

The power he wielded was absolute. Nothing is indestructible, and only speed is unbreakable. In the face of ultimate speed, no technique could be executed—not even Space Magic!

"Brother Wang, quick reflexes," Jii Wanli said, completely at ease. "I wonder how many more times you can dodge." After just two exchanges, he had already grasped Wang Meng's speed and the trajectory of his spatial movements. The next blow wouldn't be as simple as just tearing his clothes.

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