I Pick up a Lost Godhood

At this moment, Mingren, Lin Jinghao, and the others watched with expressionless faces. Only a handful of people present could clearly see Jii Wanli’s movements. In the eyes of most Cultivators, Jii Wanli’s attacks were god-like. He moved as he pleased, as if he could traverse space itself. In contrast, Wang Meng, who was using Space Magic, seemed a little slow.

The Dragon Emperor clan possessed the ability to tear through space. Wang Meng had clearly gained a great deal of insight from the Dragon Emperor Holy Statue, but he didn’t possess a true Dragon Emperor Body. In Jii Wanli’s eyes, this just made him a target he could attack at will.

Jii Wanli’s speed was indeed just too fast.

Jii Wanli attacked again. At their level, attacks had mostly returned to a state of profound simplicity. If one of them were to use a truly flashy technique, it would be terrifyingly powerful—no one would dare to face it head-on with their body.

As the battle reached this point, everyone could already sense the disparity. What made Mingren, Lin Jinghao, and even Linglong—who had yet to fight—stronger than the others was their physical resilience. Mingren’s Holy Light Demon Collapse Body was hailed as undying and invincible; Lin Jinghao’s Nine Luminaries Demon Dragon Body was not something ordinary attacks could harm; and the Dragon Emperor Body was renowned for its flawless toughness. While Jii Wanli and Wang Meng were both powerful and had unique strengths, they still possessed physical vulnerabilities.

When unique attacks couldn’t overwhelm an opponent, physical resilience became the deciding factor in victory or defeat.

All one could see was the start of Jii Wanli’s attack. What came next was fate.

BOOM...

Wang Meng’s spatial teleportation was intercepted. He was violently blasted out of the void, sent flying for dozens of meters as his Elemental Power erupted.

Jii Wanli pressed his advantage, unleashing a frenzied barrage on Wang Meng. Sword Qi shot out, crisscrossing the air. The hallmark of Jii Wanli’s attacks was the terrifying effect created by stacking strikes at high frequency.

Myriad streams of golden light merged into one, and Jii Wanli stood as majestic and imposing as a War God.

BOOM...

The Dueling Platform was blown apart.

Shattered rock filled the sky, and Elemental Qi saturated the air. Jii Wanli was cloaked in ten thousand rays of brilliant light, a giant golden sword in hand, exuding the majesty of a worldly king.

Unparalleled speed, combined with high-frequency, overlapping attacks that could shatter any defense—it was an invincible combination. Jii Wanli was confident he could prevent any opponent from even having the chance to cast their magic.

This was the absolute dominance of speed.

All eyes were now focused on Wang Meng. The Space Magic from the Dragon Emperor Holy Statue was ineffective. The power of his Five Elements Body was given no chance to be displayed in the face of Jii Wanli’s speed. No matter how great one’s strength, it was just a flashy, useless display if you couldn’t hit your opponent.

BOOM...

The other end of the Dueling Platform exploded as golden light poured out. Wang Meng slowly rose into the air, his clothes tattered. It seemed Jii Wanli’s last round of Critical Strikes had really done a number on him, but he didn’t appear to have suffered any fatal injuries.

Jii Wanli smiled faintly. ’This is well within my expectations. I’d have been disappointed if Wang Meng wasn’t this durable. But this is just him prolonging the inevitable.’

He vanished in an instant, unleashing his signature high-frequency Sword Qi right in front of Wang Meng once again.

WUUUMMM~~~

Wang Meng didn’t move. It seemed he was completely overwhelmed by Jii Wanli’s speed, not even having time to react.

The golden light bloomed...

It was as if reality had reversed. The golden light that converged on a single point suddenly burst outward from that same spot.

Space Magic: Qiankun Reversal.

SHING... A golden light flashed, and the sky full of sword glints struck nothing but air.

Jii Wanli reappeared a hundred meters away in the sky, breaking out in a cold sweat.

He hadn’t expected Wang Meng to actually be able to reverse his attack.

This was the frightening power of Space Magic. Once an attack was understood, it could be turned back on its user.

In essence, this was also a form of spatial transfer. The difference was that instead of moving oneself, it inverted the space of the opponent’s attack, changing its direction.

But every magic had a flaw, a tiny opening. And that sliver of an opening was enough for Jii Wanli to evade, thanks to his extreme speed.

The Golden Wing Roc Body: if a strike missed, its user could retreat a great distance in an instant, forever remaining in an undefeated position. Even someone who had mastered the Law of Space would be helpless against it.

But this was the Battle of the Other Shore. No one would run.

Jii Wanli’s figure slowly descended. The arrogance on his face grew more and more irrepressible. He had held it in for many, many years, but having reached this stage, his true nature was gradually revealing itself.

"It seems your Space Magic has a few tricks up its sleeve. But in the face of my absolute speed, even the most powerful attacks seem insignificant. Speed is the true king of battle!"

SHIING...

Jii Wanli appeared before Wang Meng, and in the next moment, he was hundreds of meters away. In an instant, the entire area around the Dueling Platform was filled with his afterimages.

The afterimages, formed when his speed reached a certain extreme, came to a halt.

Even after using his ultimate speed, Jii Wanli still looked relaxed and at ease, showing no signs of physical strain.

As he reappeared in the center of the arena, a chill ran down the spines of all the Cultivators. Such speed could kill without a trace. Zhang Xiaojiang and his friends felt this even more keenly, as Zhang Xiaojiang’s Eye of Truth had barely been able to track that movement, let alone react to it. This was faster than his swiftest arrow.

’What is this person’s body made of?!’

Any ability, when pushed to its extreme, becomes invincible. And among all abilities, speed reigns supreme.

The problem was, Jii Wanli’s body wasn’t just fast. He had enough attack power to kill his opponents.

’When a sword is at Wang Meng’s neck, will he have time to react?’

In an instant, Jii Wanli attacked. Dozens of Jii Wanlis slashed at Wang Meng simultaneously.

’These aren’t illusions; every strike is real, just executed at incredible speed. Even with your Qiankun Reversal, can you possibly turn back so many attacks at once?’

Jii Wanli’s eyes burned with fervor. The Dragon Emperor Holy Statue would be the first stepping stone on his path to kingship.

BANG... BANG BANG BANG BANG...

BOOM...

After a series of explosive bangs, Jii Wanli’s figure was suddenly flung out from the blur of incomprehensible speed, staggering back more than ten meters.

In that one instant, it was as if Wang Meng had three heads and six arms, blocking every single one of Jii Wanli’s attacks.

With a sudden jolt, the tattered remains of Wang Meng’s clothes burst into dust. He looked calmly at Jii Wanli. "Brother Jii, if you think you can beat me just by flitting about like a mother hen, this is all getting rather boring."

Wang Meng was completely unharmed. More importantly, the speed he had just displayed for an instant was actually comparable to that of the Golden Wing Roc Body.

Jii Wanli refused to believe it. ’I don’t believe it. I refuse to believe it! My speed is number one in the world!’

Jii Wanli attacked again. One had to admit that in terms of movement speed, even the Dragon Emperor clan was a step inferior. However, in terms of pure attack speed, the Dragon Emperor Body was not a bit inferior to the Golden Wing Roc Body.

And that was enough.

Jii Wanli’s pride would not allow such a provocation. He thrust out his sword, creating a chain of sword shadows as his Elemental Power condensed.

High-Frequency Secret Technique—Ten Thousand Swords Return to One.

At almost the exact same moment, Wang Meng charged in from the side and threw a punch.

WUUUMMM...

Jii Wanli felt his body being swept up by the sheer force of the punch. A savage power hammered against him. His Sword Technique was already committed, but Jii Wanli was truly remarkable. Caught between his own momentum and the incoming attack, he somehow managed to forcibly activate his speed, dodging Wang Meng’s fatal, point-blank punch.

This was an attack backed by Five Elements Power. It was a punch capable of obliterating a descendant of a Tai Venerable; even Jii Wanli’s body could not have withstood a direct hit.

BOOM...

Jii Wanli’s body went spinning away. Although he had avoided a direct hit, he was caught by the shockwave of the punch.

Jii Wanli tumbled in mid-air for a long time before finally stabilizing himself. His expression was incredibly ugly. His pride, his dignity, would not tolerate such a challenge.

Absolute speed should have meant absolute invincibility. But within the plane of a Small Thousand Realm, one could not surpass the Power of Laws. Speed had a limit. Others didn’t need to reach that limit—they only needed to get close enough to turn Jii Wanli’s "absolute" speed into merely "relative" speed.

In a Small Thousand Realm, under the influence of Life Marks, no power was truly absolute. Wang Meng’s Life Wheel had indirectly enhanced all of his abilities, bringing each of them infinitely close to the theoretical limit. Trying to use a single skill to completely suppress the Five Elements Body was simply impossible.

Jii Wanli’s pride was burning. His unrivaled, ultimate speed had been broken just like that. How could Crown Prince Wanli possibly endure this?

’I don’t just have to win; I have to win beautifully! How can some piece of trash from a low-level Small Thousand Realm even be mentioned in the same breath as me?’

The Golden Wing Roc Holy Statue bloomed with streams of golden light as Jii Wanli’s Elemental Power began to rise. He floated high in the air like a golden sun. His Elemental Power easily broke through to the Great Perfection stage. This wasn’t surprising; as one of the four strongest contenders, reaching the Great Perfection stage was expected and no longer a deciding factor in a fight.

Entering the Great Perfection stage granted one greater control over the world’s Elemental Qi. The Golden Wing Roc Holy Statue was now greedily and ceaselessly absorbing this external energy. The effect spread from the Dueling Platform to encompass the entire Sky City. Every Cultivator present felt their Sea of Fate stir, as if their own Elemental Power was being pulled away from them.

Jii Wanli’s eyes still held pride and madness. He understood this principle as well; in fact, he had understood it back when he fought against the Demon Race.

Jii Wanli’s gaze met that of the Extreme Dao Immortal Venerable for a fleeting moment. Afterward, Jii Wanli began to absorb Elemental Power even more wantonly.

Only the extreme could be the strongest. Extreme power was the pursuit of the Extreme Dao.

How could one truly reach the ultimate speed?

Light bloomed forth, not from the Golden Wing Roc Holy Statue, but from within Jii Wanli’s own body. His body radiated golden light, and it felt as if his entire being was turning into light.

It wasn’t that he was glittering with golden light; he *was* light itself.

"Wang Meng, there is a price to pay for angering a powerful expert. You are very fortunate, for you will personally experience a speed that surpasses this world—the speed of the Extreme Dao!"

In that instant, the expressions of the Sect Leaders present all changed. On one hand, they were shocked by Jii Wanli’s transformation; on the other, it was due to his choice of words.

’Extreme Dao... Extreme Dao Alliance... Extreme Dao Immortal Venerable... Could it be?’

But at this moment, no one was focused on that anymore. Clearly, Jii Wanli had also completed the assimilation of the Golden Wing Roc Body. What was a true Golden Wing Roc Body, a true, unimpeded speed, like?

A speed never before reached in this Cultivation Realm.

It was a beam of light.

In an instant, Jii Wanli was before Wang Meng, a figure of immense radiance. The limit of speed was to become a body of light—an ultimate, unimpeded velocity.

Wang Meng attacked. Jii Wanli was right in front of him, but his punch, which moments ago held the force of a thousand tons, was easily dodged by Jii Wanli.

Jii Wanli attacked, throwing a punch. It was impossible to fathom its speed. You could see it, but it wasn’t necessarily real, and it was impossible to dodge.

BOOM...

Wang Meng was sent flying. He truly couldn’t dodge it; not even the Dragon Emperor Body was enough.

If his previous speed was the relative limit, then this was the absolute limit. (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote. Your support is my greatest motivation.)

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