Chapter 1245 - 325: Fierce Battle, Reversal_2

Chapter 1245: Chapter 325: Fierce Battle, Reversal_2

"From my perspective, you are still painters, but painters with self-awareness."

"But you should know, only by adding the finishing touch to a dragon can you create a soul. You are nothing but imitations with pseudo-human consciousness crammed inside."

"You are a group of fakes. To truly come alive, you must die and live a second life."

The crowd’s faces turned deathly pale.

Only by truly dying once and self-awakening can one be considered a living being!

The painter cleverly stuffed them with pseudo-human consciousness, merely a production line of false awakenings.

"I understand," said Emperor Jiushui calmly, "In that case, I’ll die once."

"Are you certain?"

The painter’s voice was cold and merciless, "You are not Emperor Jiushui’s main body, you don’t have his ability to resurrect infinitely. The chance of awakening completely after death is less than one in a thousand."

"I am certain," said Emperor Jiushui.

"Then I’ll give it a try too."

Lamp Buddha, unwilling to lag behind Jiushui, sneered at the three Neutral Immortal Venerables committing suicide, "If those three wastes dare, why shouldn’t we?"

Under the shocked gazes of everyone, the two quickly committed suicide and rose again as embers.

Lamp Buddha revealed a slight smile, "Since I’ve become embers, I should proceed to the next step."

The crowd displayed extreme shock.

Xin Xichen, Jiushui—these monsters, after suicide, immediately entered a half-awakened state?

"Now, what is our resurrection probability?" Lamp Buddha asked the painter.

"Still one in a thousand." The painter coldly dashed their hopes, "Half-awakening, for you at the Immortal Venerate level, plus your divine techniques, is easy to achieve. But the final step is one in a thousand."

"Very good."

Xin Xichen chuckled lightly, his gaze landing on Xirong Manor, "Let’s go, let’s find our true main bodies and see their capabilities."

"I heard, during this period, they haven’t grown up yet, they are just at the True Immortal Early Period from 15 million years ago?"

Soon, a transmission landed by Ning Zheng’s ear through the painter’s communication.

Ning Zheng frowned slightly, then let them see.

Ning Zheng reached out and threw out the main bodies of Xin Xichen and the others, along with a few blacksmiths.

After this was done, Ning Zheng no longer paid them any attention, instead focusing on the golden god Dharma Aspect before him.

Rumbling!

Eight hundred True Immortal avatar armies regrouped.

An entity comparable to the previous golden god reappeared, and this time, to avoid being instantly killed, Ning Zheng used the All Saints Form to extract the opponent’s Lifebound Divine Techniques.

[Holy Covenant (Yang): Master the power of constraint, slavery, equality, mastering, and can steal the connection of similar types between the two sides.]

Just like how Ning Zheng’s golden god resides in the gold attribute, the opponent resides in the yang attribute.

Very good.

This divine technique is the bane of Ten Thousand Beasts Immortal Venerate!

The Ten Thousand Beasts Immortal Venerate’s social circle, ten friends, can all be stolen by him.

The golden mud circle of the golden god will also be taken by him.

Because the path of Golden Core Taoist civilization, space -2-2-2, is essentially also a similar friend connection.

Clatter!

Instantly, Ning Zheng’s eight hundred faces replicated into [Holy Covenant].

Eight hundred Holy Covenants appeared on this golden giant god, and then, directly opened the attribute panel.

Allocate points!

[Holy Covenant’s Divine Technique Spell Techniques: 3 trillion]

Add!

[-3 trillion]

Ning Zheng showed a hint of solemnity:

"The All Saints Form divine technique, I haven’t used it before because it really costs money, but now I have no choice."

Every time you replicate someone else’s divine technique, you must learn their supporting divine techniques, tactics, and insights, right?

Ning Zheng hadn’t even fully developed his own ten divine techniques before, so how could he spend trillions to develop a temporarily copied Immortal Venerate divine technique?

For ordinary people, in practice, it’s rather useless. Even if you get an enemy’s divine technique, it’s useless if you can’t comprehend it quickly; copying a tiger only to end up looking like a dog.

Fortunately, Ning Zheng can allocate points.

By investing resources, instantly reach the opponent’s level, and then engage in combat.

Clatter!

Instantly, Ning Zheng felt a subtle connection in the world around him.

The ten connections of the Beast Tamer and their friends, the -2 incense vapor emanating from the worship of Xi Rong followers, drifted toward him.

Every subtle connection in the universe, every contract, became unbelievably clear.

"You!?"

In the next moment, Immortal Venerable Changzhen slightly frowned.

He then saw, in a flash, a golden god with eight hundred faces stepping forward, immediately appearing behind him, the surging heat as if burning his shoulders.

It was as if a powerful monster was looming over him, this tiny ant.

"What on earth are you?"

Immortal Venerable Changzhen’s heart trembled violently, "How is it possible? He copied my divine techniques, and somehow instantly possessed my enlightenment insights accumulated over countless millennia, even in some aspects... the control of the Holy Covenant is stronger than mine?"

A monster?

How can such a monster exist in this world? ℯℯ𝑙.

Could it be he has a similar efficient learning divine technique, combined with his replication usage?

Is it... Firewood? Is it stealing my knowledge?

"I see—"

As he speculated on the other’s principle of becoming stronger, a drop of cold sweat fell from Immortal Venerable Changzhen’s forehead, and just as he was about to turn around, he was suddenly grabbed harshly by massive hands.

Ah!

With a scream.

The golden flame giant divine statue body of Immortal Venerable Changzhen, which absorbed countless believers’ gathered fortunes, like the brightest torch in the universe, was being pinched out inch by inch.

He lay on the endless palm, looking up at that even larger, more domineering, stronger golden eight hundred-faced divine being, every face, every eye staring at him intently.

"You..."

"Absolutely too weak."

"Just a tiny dwarf trying to become the unstoppable force of the universe through a borrowed power of chance."

Before the other could speak again, under the stupified gazes of all living beings in heaven and earth, Ning Zheng gently pressed his palms together, and the opponent’s head was crushed into a ball of rubbish, discarded casually.

"You’re just a little urchin who can’t use the fortune even when you get it... I guess I’ll never forget you in my lifetime."