Chapter 2018 - 1529–1530: Witness the True Emperor, War God’s Eighteen Forms!

Suddenly, in a world of dim grey, two streaks of white light flashed like lightning, fusing into a single majestic gaze that pierced across the far-off distance and fell upon Jiang Dali.

"Swish—"

Jiang Dali’s senses flared; Golden Light surged in his eyes, and he abruptly met that solemn gaze slowly rising from within the Sky. Their eyes locked, clashing like bolts of lightning.

The two were separated by more than several hundred zhang, yet the instant their gazes collided, the dead-still, oppressively silent space suddenly whipped up a raging gale, sending gray-black sand and dust billowing into the sky.

The Golden Light in Jiang Dali’s tranquil, wave-less eyes suddenly rippled, like a calm lake’s surface wrinkled by the wind; faint ripples spread, and the Golden Light in his gaze began to rapidly dim.

An incomparably overbearing wave of Will crushed out from that majestic gaze opposite him, bearing down upon him, making his own Will quail and retreat.

For an instant, a vague, exalted figure surfaced in his mind.

The other was not as tall and burly as he, yet seemed steady as towering mountains and lofty peaks; his entire being looked as though exquisitely sculpted from crystalline Gold, and within that nobility, at every moment, was revealed wisdom and strength that transcended the mundane.

That figure’s body slowly rose from within the black mist of the Sky, like a god striding out of Hell. His whole form seemed wreathed in strands of golden radiance, and the source of that power that made the surrounding world’s space faintly tremble and twist was actually emanating from this golden-sun-like figure’s body—from his beating heart, chilling to the bone.

"Emperor..."

Jiang Dali drew in a deep breath, forcefully suppressing the fierce trembling within his heart, tiger eyes shooting sharp light.

He stepped forward, barely managing to stir two rings of ripples in this oppressive world, and in an instant, entered an Insight State.

Everywhere the ripples swept past in the surrounding world, it was as though a few threads of reality seeped out from illusion; the vague floor tiles of the Human Emperor Tower Treasure Palace emerged, and not far away, even the figure of Dugu Qiubai surfaced, standing less than twenty zhang from him.

Yet in barely two breaths, he was forced out of the Insight State.

This penetrating ability still failed to touch the distant figure of the Emperor before it vanished.

Before the battle had even begun, he had already spent no small amount of strength. Jiang Dali fixed his gaze on that figure rising from the Sky, radiating a crushing pressure, and his heart went cold.

As expected—and yet unexpectedly.

Emperor!

This was definitely no longer the Emperor in his youth that Dugu Qiubai once faced, but the genuine, peak-strength Emperor of two thousand years past, in the Breakthrough Realm.

The trial of the eighth floor was actually to face such an Emperor directly. Even if Qin Shi Huang, whose current strength was far inferior to his former self, were to walk out of Qin Shi Huang’s Mausoleum, he would likely be no match at all.

How was he to defeat this opponent, pass the eighth floor, and gain the chance to converse with the Emperor in seclusion?

A single bead of sweat suddenly struck the ground and shattered.

"I can feel it—your fear. You... have lost your nerve?"

At that moment, from within that Golden Light–shrouded figure, a calm voice filled with majesty that compelled belief sounded again, as though in no hurry to strike, quietly waiting for the visitor who had taken nearly five hundred years to arrive.

Lost his nerve...

Jiang Dali’s tiger eyes froze, his fists slowly clenching tight.

He asked himself, in the depths of his heart, whether he had truly lost his nerve.

The muscles of his body bulged and swelled.

Black and golden patterns surfaced on his rough skin.

The blood in his veins began to flow faster and faster.

Scalding hot, scalding hot!

His cold heart grew scalding hot along with it!

His tightened eyes widened round!

When had he ever lost his nerve?

Why would he ever need to?

Since he had the guts to come to the eighth floor of the Human Emperor Tower, there was no question of losing his nerve—he was here to see the Emperor, no matter what!

"Emperor!!"

Jiang Dali suddenly opened his mouth in a thunderous roar. His Primordial Spirit erupted together with the restless awakening Earth Intent, blasting apart the deepening shackles of the Emperor’s Seal in the depths of his mind. The Momentum around him boomed, his aura igniting in an instant like an exploding conflagration, mad and savage, shaking heaven and earth as it surged skyward.

"All under heaven fear you! Only I, Jiang Dali, am Bu Ju! To! Fight! You! One! Battle!"

Jiang Dali’s hair flew wild; his arms swept up violently, and the War God Power within his body boiled in a flash. At the very instant his Momentum and Battle Intent surged to their peak, his feet stamped down.

Boom!——!!

Layer upon layer of heavy airwaves were shattered in an instant!

Wave after wave of shock force broke through the several hundred zhang between them in a heartbeat, arriving before the Emperor shrouded in Golden Light!

War God Chronicles—Thousand-Mile Battle!

War God Chronicles—War God’s Eighteen Forms!

"Haaah!——"

Jiang Dali’s hands suddenly formed Seals; Illusion Soul, together with the boundless Mahavira power in his Dantian, erupted like a storm, and the soaring battle flame around him blasted up over ten zhang high.

Almost simultaneously, eighteen awe-inspiring War Gods were manifested by his Illusion Soul, as though he had formed thirty-six arms in an instant, blotting out the sky, solemn and imposing, shaking the air into a dense mass of white mist as they all crashed toward the Emperor...

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