Yuan’s Ascension

Chapter 1174: In This River, I Am The Legend (3)

Wu Yuan’s eyes blazed like starry skies as both palms moved in unison, as if pushing the vast universe and Abyss into motion, conjuring terrifying blade rays.

A thousand Daos fused with myriad techniques, all smelted into a single Dao. This was Wu Yuan’s Dao, transcendent and supremely sharp, intent on piercing through this Path of Ancients.

Boom! The eight Legends of the River were blasted away, all spewing blood.

It was not that they were weak, but that Wu Yuan was too strong. They didn’t truly lack invincible spirits, but Wu Yuan possessed not only an invincible spirit, but invincible strength as well.

Since the Primordium, none had dominated the River so thoroughly. He alone stood peerless!

Boom! Wu Yuan no longer held back in the slightest. His body refiner self stomped onto the skull of one Legend of the River, obliterating him entirely.

Then a punch launched, transforming into a cold and merciless blade ray that swept away Immortal Eminence Jiu You.

“Zhu Rong! You are my Senior, and I should respect you. But today, nothing will obstruct my path to Dao.” A rumbling noise came from Wu Yuan as countless Daos and Laws intertwined, dazzlingly brilliant.

They connected to the universe above his head and penetrated into the Abyss below his feet, as if becoming part of his very being. His presence and combat power grew increasingly terrifying.

Dao pioneering! He’s truly embarking on the path of Dao pioneering. How domineering! The Heavenly Domain Emissary outside the Path of Ancients watched all this with bated breath, realizing he was truly witnessing the birth of a legend.

This wasn’t just any Legend of the River, but a legend unprecedented since antiquity, supreme and unrivaled, with none to match him.

“Fire incinerates all things, melting down the myriad heavens.” Eldritch Progenitor Zhu Rong’s voice was cold and harsh. He alone among the nine Legends of the River maintained his composure, still wielding his peak combat power as he unleashed his ultimate technique once more.

“I am all things! I am the myriad heavens. Nothing can destroy me.” Wu Yuan’s voice was dispassionate, his gaze brilliant as lightning. The blade rays he summoned surged like an ocean, utterly annihilating Eldritch Progenitor Zhu Rong, each spark of fire extinguished into nothingness.

His Dao, smelting down all things and Laws, transcended everything. Nothing could stand in his way now.

One by one, the Legends of the River began to fall; not even Eldritch Progenitor Zhu Rong was spared. They all reverted to Dao traces, merging into Wu Yuan’s body.

In the blink of an eye, of the original nine Legends of the River, only two remained. Both were terrified. They too possessed memories and conscious thought. Recognizing Wu Yuan’s terrifying might, they felt fear arise in their hearts.

However, though they lacked the invincible spirit of their true selves, their inner resolve gave them the fortitude to continue battling Wu Yuan.

Boom! At this moment, new Legends of the River strode forth, assailing Wu Yuan with impressive might.

Yet, having reached this stage, with all Daos and Laws on display, the addition of one or two more Legends of the River could no longer impede Wu Yuan.

Swish! A blade ray swept past, and a rain of light appeared as another Legend of the River was slain.

Hum~ A mysterious aura flowed past, lingering in Wu Yuan’s spirit, granting him sudden clarity. I can leave at any time now?

Indeed! He had already slain nine Legends of the River, and likely faster than anyone in history at that. He was now qualified to leave alive.

Leave? What for? I haven’t reached the end yet, nor have I had my fill of battle. Wu Yuan pressed on, forcing the two remaining Legends of the River to retreat again and again. Finally, he utterly destroyed them.

For a moment, the entire Path of Ancients fell silent.

Let’s continue onward. Wu Yuan strode forth powerfully.

In the time that followed, Legends of the River awakened continually on the Path of Ancients.

But they rarely lasted more than ten exchanges with Wu Yuan before they were slain, their Daos and techniques absorbed. They displayed none of the majesty befitting Legends.

In the blink of an eye, over ten more Legends of the River fell to Wu Yuan’s saber.

This sight left the Heavenly Domain Emissary sighing in amazement. Too domineering. Sweeping through like this, who could possibly stop him? Perhaps only the final Heavenly Imperator and Nüwa can stand against him. Moreover, Wu Yuan’s qi refiner self has been following behind all along, yet hasn’t even acted once?

Indeed, Wu Yuan’s might had thoroughly convinced the Heavenly Domain Emissary. He now saw the possibility of Wu Yuan completing the Path of Ancients. Once his two true selves combined their might, the strength he wielded would skyrocket.

Too weak. Is this all there is to the Path of Ancients? Wu Yuan slew yet another Legend of the River, then shot forward at a speed ten times faster than before, impatient with how slowly the Legends of the River were awakening.

This is bad. The Heavenly Domain Emissary felt a surge of dread. It’s over.

The Heavenly Domain Emissary was situated outside the Path of Ancients; he could do nothing to help Wu Yuan. He could only watch helplessly as events unfolded.

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On the Path of Ancients.

In the wake of Wu Yuan’s frenzy, whether sensing Wu Yuan’s overwhelming strength or perhaps stirred by the Dao he sought to pioneer, something deep within the Path of Ancients was provoked.

Whoosh! Whoosh! The auras of numerous Legends of the River suddenly began manifesting one after another.

So many? Wu Yuan was taken aback. Could it be that I killed the guardians too quickly, triggering some special circumstance? No wonder so few throughout history have managed to complete this path.

Wu Yuan assumed it was a unique rule of the Path of Ancients, making it difficult for later generations to pass through. He never imagined that the Path of Ancients itself possessed awareness. It would not allow Wu Yuan to challenge it so brazenly.

A group? How strong could they be? Wu Yuan calmly stood his ground, waiting.

After such prolonged combat, he welcomed a brief respite.

At last, a group of Legends of the River charged forth. Each one was overwhelmingly powerful, their presence heroic enough to shake worlds. Many among them seemed familiar to Wu Yuan, their silhouettes reminiscent of figures from ancient texts.

Dao Zenithel Wan Yu!

Ancient Devil Emperor!

Blood Emperor!

Great Emperor Yan Tuo!

Eldritch Progenitor Di Jiang. Wu Yuan recognized many of these dozen or so silhouettes. All were among the strongest heroes since the Primordium, most now standing at the pinnacle of the cosmic sea.

There were many figures Wu Yuan didn’t recognize, but he imagined they were no less formidable than these known entities. A total of thirteen Legends of the River.

Too many! Has this Path of Ancients gone mad, unleashing so many at once? Even one as mighty as Wu Yuan shook his head.

He was confident, but hadn’t expected so many guardians to arrive in one go.

Without a doubt, each of these thirteen Legends of the River possessed strength far surpassing those who had appeared before.

It was a known fact that the later a Legend of the River manifested, the stronger they were. Even Great Emperor Yan Tuo and Eldritch Progenitor Di Jiang had emerged.

In all likelihood, except for the three who stood at the very peak, all guardians on the Path of Ancients had awakened.

Wu Yuan’s heart still brimmed with undiminished passion, firmly believing himself invincible.

The Abyss and universe rotated, seeming to transform into the Great Daos of the River of Universes, attacking this group of Legends.

“Challenger.”

“Withdraw.”

“You cannot win. Don’t throw your life away.” Eldritch Progenitor Di Jiang, Great Emperor Yan Tuo and the others cut magnificent figures as they made their moves, each strike and stance displaying their grandeur, the sharp edge of their self-created Daos illuminating the myriad ages.

The thirteen Legends of the River showed no mercy, intent on utterly destroying Wu Yuan. And their strength was indeed overwhelming. Any one of them far surpassed the previous group with Eldritch Progenitor Zhu Rong, likely possessing the might of peak fifth-stage Overlords.

As the great battle erupted, the entire Path of Ancients seemed to sway and tremble.

Not good! Wu Yuan’s expression turned cold as he felt unprecedented pressure. Before the blade ray could reach the enemy, it was completely engulfed by their blindingly intense arcane arts.

Boom! The increase from nine Legends of the River to thirteen wasn’t just an addition of four more powerhouses—it was an exponential surge in strength. Their combined power more than doubled, overwhelming Wu Yuan completely.

Crack! Fissures appeared in the Abyss and universe. Even Wu Yuan’s Dao pioneering process was on the verge of being interrupted.

This Path of Ancients is seriously not planning to give me a break! Can’t you come at me one at a time? Wu Yuan gritted his teeth, cursing inwardly.

He had completely forgotten that he was the one who had recklessly charged down the Path, which the spirit of the Path perceived as a provocation.

Whoosh! Great Emperor Yan Tuo transformed into a towering mountain, like a divine peak pressing down on outer space, channeling the resonances of the Great Daos with unfathomable majesty as he struck Wu Yuan.

“Spacetime rushes by, vanishing in a snap.” Dao Zenithel Wan Yu wasn’t the wizened figure of legend, but radiated youthful vigor as light shot from his fingertips, piercing through the void as if able to penetrate spacetime dimensions.

Eldritch Progenitor Di Jiang also made his move.

The Daos they had pioneered were exceptionally powerful. In their youth, they had been invincible in the River of Universes, their Dao Hearts and wills unshakable.

In an instant, all thirteen Legends of the River unleashed their full power.