Chapter 1479 1390: The Power of the Eight Characters

Half a day later, Wang Yan walked out of the stone cave. The two former Asura warriors who were turned into Ghost Servants a few days ago have been re-refined by Wang Yan, and now have no dissent. They are now collected into One World.

However, the words the two Ghost Servants spoke to Wang Yan in the stone cave disturbed his heart.

According to what the two Ghost Servants said, the Nether Realm army invading the Human World numbers in the tens of millions. But after half a year of massacre, the humans killed have also turned into Evil Ghosts, now reaching hundreds of millions.

Even more troubling to Wang Yan is the commander of the Nether Realm army, known as Xu Wuzi, who is called the Nether Realm Ghost General.

This Xu Wuzi's cultivation has reached the Four Symbols Peak, possessing the Power of the Four Symbols: Cyan Dragon, White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, Black Tortoise. His cultivation is astounding, and his wisdom is remarkable.

Now that Wang Yan has reached the Realm of Two Elephants, he naturally understands what this Four Symbols Peak signifies.

Though it's only two realms different, this means a single realm represents double the cultivation, and two realms represent four times the cultivation.

This is also why after Wang Yan broke through to the Realm of Two Elephants, he could easily defeat the two Asura warriors.

In other words, now even four Wang Yan wouldn't be a match for one Xu Wuzi, not to mention the billions of Evil Ghosts under Xu Wuzi's command.

For a moment, Wang Yan was in distress, pacing back and forth in the Human Flesh Valley. Looking at Fang Jinchun and others diligently cultivating within the valley, Wang Yan was even more burdened with worries.

These are my dearest ones; if I make a wrong decision, it would be burying everyone's lives.

But if we remain here now, it would mean waiting for death, eventually surrounded and slaughtered by the Nether Realm army.

If we attack outward with our cultivation and everybody's, encountering the army led by Xu Wuzi, it would mean sure death.

Whether attacking or defending, death awaits. For a moment, Wang Yan fell into unprecedented hesitation.

Just as Wang Yan wavered, he suddenly felt the sound of a breakthrough coming from nearby.

Wang Yan wasn't surprised; after all, in the Human Flesh Valley, there are five million Demon Cultivators; occasional breakthroughs aren't unusual.

But then, another breakthrough sound echoed, causing a ripple in the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi.

Following these two breakthrough sounds, the breakthroughs grew stronger, more frequent. Two or three, sometimes even three to five people broke through simultaneously.

At this moment, in the Human Flesh Valley, like fireworks bursting forth, countless breakthrough auras soared, with one cultivation breakthrough after another.

Such dense breakthroughs finally caught Wang Yan's attention, and he looked up.

In the Human Flesh Valley, five million Demon Cultivators sat in meditation under a cliff, all looking upward at the opposite cliff.

On the opposite cliff, there was a bare rocky outcrop, where eight people soared in mid-air: Wu Ancestor Li, Beiming Xue, Ouyang Feiting, Fang Jinchun, Yan Shilin, Ma Jun, Wu Xie, and Beiming Heng.

These eight, holding their hands as pens, swiftly wrote on the stone cliff, each stroke inscribing a character.

Though the cultivation of the eight varied, resulting in different pen strengths, each character was filled with spirited vigor and resilience.

The five million Demon Cultivators in the Human Flesh Valley were breaking through while watching the eight write.

Just by watching Wu Ancestor Li and the other eight write, they could break through?

Wang Yan focused his attention on the eight.

Though the eight characters were not complete, from the half-written characters, Wang Yan recognized the phrase.

The phrase was, "Where I go, who dares to block!"

The spirited vigor and resilience emanated from these eight characters, spreading across the entire Human Flesh Valley.

Feeling the strength and resilience of the eight characters, the five million Demon Cultivators were able to continue breaking through.

Upon seeing this, Wang Yan's heart suddenly awoke, as if a gust blew away his previous worries, dissolving them into nothingness.

"Where I go, who dares to block!"

These were the words Wang Yan spoke with his own mouth in Wanghai City during his youth.

Facing the evil forces led by the Black Dragon and the beggar in Wanghai City, Wang Yan's strength was far from able to contest them.

Looking back now, the Black Dragon and beggar were nothing, but at that time, they seemed an insurmountable gap to Wang Yan.

Yet, relying on these eight words, Wang Yan was undaunted, reversed the tide, and broke through the forces of the beggar and Black Dragon, finally creating a new world.

"Where I go, who dares to block!"

It turned out, the things I feared were not actually Xu Wuzi or the billions of Evil Ghost army; I was scared by myself.

Without the fear in my heart, what does it all matter?

While Wang Yan pondered, the eight characters written by Wu Ancestor Li and others were completed.

Each character was several feet square, penetrating deep stone, vigorous and with strength.

Though they simply wrote a character, Wu Ancestor Li and the others were gasping, sweat gleaming on their foreheads.

Seeing the completed eight characters, Wu Ancestor Li and the others felt their auras rising, indicating simultaneous breakthroughs. Especially Beiming Xue, who had already reached the Demigod realm, now showed a trend towards Breaking Mortality and Becoming a God.

Below the cliff, the breakthroughs from hundreds of thousands were heard.

Upon witnessing this, Wang Yan couldn't help but feel joyous, and with a shout, he soared into the air.

Hearing Wang Yan's voice, Wu Ancestor Li and the others gleamed with excitement, looking towards him.

Wang Yan flew to the cliff, hovering above the eight characters. Below the inscription "Where I go, who dares to block!" Wang Yan extended a finger, drawing a horizontal stroke.

Though Wu Ancestor Li and the others wrote were grand and powerful, Wang Yan's single stroke surpassed them.

Just the momentum of Wang Yan's single stroke overshadowed the total of Wu Ancestor Li's eight characters.

Though it was merely a simple line, seeing this line brought forth the vastness of heaven and earth, all beings, infinite cosmos, and battle readiness.

In an instant, five million felt a powerful aura within their chests, a roar would not satisfy unless they shouted to the heavens.

As this roar was held in their chest, unable to contain it, Wang Yan's pen moved like a dragon, swiftly through the air, galloping away; like a dragon soaring, shifting through the sky, roaring through the earth.

Eight characters boldly emerged on the stone wall.

"Only death awaits, what fear in battle!"

Upon seeing these eight characters, the heroic spirit within five million Demon Cultivators could no longer be suppressed, all raising their voices towards the sky.

With this shout, the aura of five million lifted simultaneously, all breaking through.

Beiming Xue broke through to Demigod, reaching Demon God; Wu Ancestor Li Yihua flashed, reaching the Realm of Double Flower; Ouyang Feiting reached Demon Venerable perfection; Ma Jun ascended several levels, directly to Demon Venerable...

In the Human Flesh Valley, the five million Demon Cultivators formed an indomitable force against heaven and earth, facing their enemies.