Aspiring to the Immortal Path

The combination of attacks was so lethal that even Liu Qiansheng despaired.

Suddenly, everything came to a standstill.

As everything was frozen in place, Wang Juemie’s body erupted with terrifying flames.

These flames rising from his body, as radiant as the sun, were imbued with exuberant Life energy and a sacred aura.

In this light, that extreme darkness crumbled, the black waves retreated, and that Oblivion Demon Finger melted away.

The shrieking was also dispelled by this holy energy, no longer able to affect the Divine Soul. Only the power of the Destruction Dao remained, unstoppably corroding Wang Juemie’s body.

But thanks to that boundless Life energy, Wang Juemie regenerated whatever was destroyed by the Destruction Dao.

The light of Life and the power of Destruction clashed like fire and water, and a cloud of energy billowed out.

In the middle of this cloud, Wang Juemie’s body grew larger, rising to fifty thousand feet.

This meant that his power was five times greater than before, comparable to a True Immortal.

“How could this be?” Samadhi Prajna cried out in disbelief as he stared at Wang Juemie’s towering true body.

Wang Juemie savagely glared at Samadhi Prajna and roared, “Trash, hurry up and die!”

He threw out a mighty punch that even drew in the Astral Winds, unleashing a terrifying storm at Samadhi Prajna.

“Awoooo!” Samadhi Prajna flew up with a howl, large parts of his body being destroyed and reborn almost every passing moment.

In just a short while, this True Immortal demon was destroyed and reborn more than a hundred times.

Even this Archdemon Lord couldn’t help but be terrified by the horrific power in this punch.

“What is this?” he shouted.

“The Combat Emperor Catalog!” Wang Juemie roared, his fist once more unleashing a powerful shockwave.

“The Combat Emperor Catalog! It’s actually the Combat Emperor Catalog!” Liu Qiansheng shouted in surprise.

The divine fist art of Domain Lord Tang Jie had appeared in Wang Juemie’s hands.

How did he know it?

There was only one answer: Tang Jie!

In the Hall of Divine Conference, Tang Jie was seated in meditation.

There were no images in front of him, but he could sense all that was happening in the distance.

When he saw Samadhi Prajna being obliterated by Wang Juemie’s fist, he couldn’t help but smile.

Tang Jie wasn’t one to get overly attached to his things. The Combat Emperor Catalog was powerful, but that wasn’t a reason for Tang Jie to keep it hidden. He hadn’t passed it to Wang Posha and Xi Canhen simply because it wasn’t right for them, but it was right for Wang Juemie!

The Combat Emperor Catalog was a tyrannical combat technique that demanded an extremely strong body as well as a vicious resolve that was willing to go against the entire world.

The Martial Lord had been such a fearless character, shattering the court and raising his axe against the Heavenly Dao.

Wang Juemie shared some of these characteristics.

Tang Jie had passed the Combat Emperor Catalog to him to see what Wang Juemie could do with it.

It was now clear that Wang Juemie could even make better use of the Combat Emperor Catalog than Tang Jie.

This wasn’t a surprise. Tang Jie had far too many moves, and when one had too many options, it was hard to utilize any particular move to the maximum. Tang Jie could still put the Combat Emperor Catalog to good use, but it would never be his trump card that could clinch victory, so he would never train it to the limit.

But in Wang Juemie’s hands, it was like the Martial Lord had been reborn, possessing the domineering nature a body cultivator ought to have.

It was to the extent that Tang Jie hadn’t even passed the refined version of the Combat Emperor Catalog to Wang Juemie yet, but Wang Juemie had already cleared away the extraneous parts himself and had developed the Combat Emperor Catalog that was best for him.

It was still the Martial Lord’s technique, but it also carried traces of Wang Juemie.

Rather than being displeased, Tang Jie was gratified. “At the very least, the secret arts of the Martial Lord won’t be gathering dust in my hands.”

Meanwhile, Wang Juemie and Samadhi Prajna continued their battle.

Even though it was an Earth Immortal versus a True Immortal, Wang Juemie had the overwhelming advantage, his fists pounding away at Samadhi Prajna.

A terrifying storm was pulverizing Samadhi Prajna, and he started to grow afraid. “I’ll let you go this time!”

He flew off to the rear.

“Trying to run? You stay right here!” Wang Juemie laughed and threw another sky-shattering punch.

Samadhi Prajna found to his horror that all his escape routes were in the range of this fist and that there was nowhere for him to run.

“NO!” he shrieked, throwing up all the defenses he could, black energy erupting from his body and transforming into thousands of layers of barriers. But before Wang Juemie’s divine fist, they shattered like eggshells. As the power crashed into him, even the fabric of space was shattered, and his body collapsed at an even faster rate.

He was fast reaching his limit.

He couldn’t win and he couldn’t retreat, so Samadhi Prajna finally let go of his pride and shouted, “Save me!”

“Useless thing,” came a grunt.

A line was drawn across the sky, tearing open into a massive fissure. A finger emerged from the fissure, thrusting at Wang Juemie, and at the same time, Samadhi Prajna flew toward the fissure.

This finger was brimming with death energy, its mere presence casting a shadow over the world.

As this grim finger headed toward Wang Juemie, everyone felt like they could already see Wang Juemie’s death.

This was a part of that finger’s intrinsic nature, transmitted to everyone’s minds before the attack had even landed.

Even so, Wang Juemie still threw out a punch with a roar.

Body cultivators were always this way, imbued with such courage and daring that they would try to hold up the sky if it was falling. No matter how strong an opponent they faced, they would never back down.

That despair-inducing finger of oblivion and Wang Juemie’s tyrannical fist were on the verge of collision. Just which would be stronger?

Nobody would know the result.

For just before the impact, a hand appeared between them.

A slender white left hand appeared out of nowhere, its thumb flicking at Wang Juemie’s fist, and that intimidating fist was instantly stopped.

Meanwhile, the index finger thrust back at that deathly finger, and that finger failed to bring about any collapse or oblivion to the hand, instead crumbling away itself.

At the same time, the middle finger and ring finger also flicked out, aiming at seemingly empty places.

From them came two pained groans that quickly vanished.

Finally, the pinky finger rose up and pointed to the distance, sealing off the entire area and preventing all those hiding in the shadows from intervening.

Meanwhile, Wang Juemie unleashed a barrage of eighteen punches in a row, going all the way from the Devil Crushing Strike to the Immortal Executing Strike of the Combat Emperor Catalog. Wang Juemie had put almost all of his power into this attack, and his Life Dao Art, Only I Am the Truth, was barely able to keep up. Such was the immense burden of this salvo that his body almost immediately began to gush blood from almost every pore, painting the sky red. His body swiftly began to shrink, only stopping when he had reached a height of five thousand feet. These eighteen strikes in a row had almost emptied Wang Juemie.

As for Samadhi Prajna, after taking the eighteen strikes, he froze, and then his entire body shuddered and began to emit a fierce light.

There was no blood, only the sensation that the fabric of space was collapsing within his body, his flesh and blood crumbling into the void.

As his enormous true body crumbled, despair appeared on his face. He wanted to cry out for help, but there was no one who could help him.

That hand floated in the air like a Buddha, sealing off all hope of rescue. Even though the powerful existences in the distance were throwing out all the attacks they could, that hand stopped them all.

“Aaaagh!” Samadhi Prajna cried out in despair.

He could not accept that he was about to die to an Earth Immortal, could not accept that his legend would end here, could not accept that his fate was one of oblivion.

He threw out his prayer beads to make one last desperate counterattack, but the beads were also pulled into the void and ground into nothing.

There was one last explosion as space collapsed.

A Titan of a generation had fallen.

That slender hand slowly drew back.

As it returned to whence it came, it also took the unconscious Wang Juemie.

Another Titan in the shadows tried to make a move, but then they saw an enormous figure standing in the distance.

It was the Gigantes King.

Those Titans in the shadows ultimately chose to fall back.

Still, one of them angrily declared, “Rosecloud Domain Lord Tang Jie, we admit that you’re strong. But while you might have been able to stop us today, there is no way you can stop my Primordial Fog’s great army tomorrow. Just you watch…”

The voice faded, and the attacking demons also retreated.

The Hall of Divine Conference.

Tang Jie released his grip, and Wang Juemie fell from his hand to the floor.

“Juemie!” Ji Wenzhang anxiously came forward.

“His life isn’t in danger, but he put everything into that battle and probably expended much of his life force. If he hadn’t entered the Dao of Life, he would have died already,” Tang Jie coolly said. “But given his talent and aptitude, he probably gained enough experience from this battle to make another breakthrough in the Dao of Life, getting back the life force he lost. If his luck is good, he might even get another kind of breakthrough.”

Ji Wenzhang bowed to Tang Jie. “Domain Lord, thank you for personally taking action and creating this opportunity for Juemie.”

But Tang Jie seemed to not hear this, staring at his hand.

In the center of that white hand was a spot of darkness.