Novel Full Chapter 1268: The Might Of Ming Jian (2)
Chapter 1268: The Might Of Ming Jian (2)
Time flowed on.
One day turned into ten, ten days became a month. Under the watchful eyes of dozens of True Saints, news of the siege spread rapidly. Many powerhouses of the Blood Dream Alliance received word of the confrontation.
Yet upon learning that True Saint Shen Yan led the assault, these True Saints could only express their inability to assist. Throughout the vast expanse of the Tenth Chaos Void, few dared to challenge Shen Yan.
Five months into the siege, True Saint Chou Lie was sitting cross-legged in midair, deep in meditation, when he suddenly exclaimed with delight, “Haha! Shen Yan, I’ve identified several key nodes in the mountain’s defensive array. We can accelerate its rotation!” His eyes gleamed with triumph. “Follow my guidance precisely. I’ll direct each strike.”
“Excellent!” Shen Yan’s face brightened with anticipation. After months of fruitless attacks, even his confidence had begun to waver.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Whoosh!
Following Chou Lie’s precise instructions, Shen Yan and the others immediately altered their attack pattern. Instead of concentrating on a single point, they began striking different sections of the barrier in a rhythmic sequence.
Rumble~
The luminous shield enveloping the massive mountain quaked violently, showing unmistakable signs of imminent collapse.
“What?”
“Is the mountain’s defense falling so quickly?”
“As expected of True Saint Shen Yan!”
“It must be Chou Lie’s expertise. In array mastery alone, he likely ranks among the top twenty of True Saints.” The observing cultivators murmured in awe.
On the mountain, True Saint Dong Cang and True Saint Ming Sha exchanged alarmed glances.
“This is bad,” Dong Cang hissed.
“How could the barrier weaken so rapidly?” Ming Sha’s face paled.
“Don’t panic,” True Saint Taiyuan said grimly, his eyes never leaving the flickering barrier as he quickly recalculated. “It’s only surface-level damage. We can hold out for another decade at least.”
Despite his reassurances, both True Saint Taiyuan and True Saint Bu Xiu felt deep unease. Wu Yuan had promised to arrive within three months, yet five months had already elapsed with no sign of him.
Another six months went by.
The light barrier surrounding the mountain had dimmed considerably, on the verge of shattering at any moment. True Saint Dong Cang and his companions wore increasingly grim expressions as they watched from the peak.
Can we endure? True Saint Ming Sha was beginning to despair.
Suddenly, spacetime rippled in the distance. A white-robed figure materialized at the edge of the void, a divine sword strapped to his back. He strode purposefully across the emptiness, flying directly toward the mountain.
“A rescuer?”
“He’s charging straight in?”
“Who is that?”
“I’ve never seen him before!”
During the months of siege, many spectating True Saints had departed, but over a dozen remained to witness the unfolding battle. They stared in astonishment at this unexpected development.
The span of nearly a year might seem substantial to mortals, but for those exploring the Tenth Chaos Void, it went by in an instant. Who could have responded so swiftly?
“Someone is approaching,” The six True Saints outside the mountain instantly sensed the white-robed figure’s approach.
One called out, “Shen Yan, I believe it’s Ming Jian! True Saint Ming Jian of the Blood Dream Alliance.”
“Ming Jian?” Shen Yan’s expression remained cold. “The prodigy said to rival Wu Yuan? The one who ascended to eternity in a single leap?” His eyes narrowed. “So Dong Cang and his group dared defy me because reinforcements were coming.”
He scoffed. “He might have matched Wu Yuan as a sempiternal lifeform, but does he truly believe he’s True Saint Wu Yuan’s equal after achieving eternity? That True Saint Wu Yuan enjoys the favor of Eldritch Progenitor Hou Tu herself. How could the Blood Dream Alliance possibly compare?”
Had another trillion years gone by, Shen Yan might have regarded Ming Jian as a genuine threat. But the newcomer had cultivated for merely a few billion years; how could such a youth challenge one who stood at the pinnacle of True Saints?
“Ming Jian?”
“It’s True Saint Ming Jian!” Dong Cang and Ming Sha recognized him immediately.
Ming Jian was acknowledged as the number one genius within the Blood Dream Alliance. Even the Blood Emperor and Dream Emperor had lavished praise upon him, ensuring his reputation had spread far and wide.
“Just one person?” True Saint Ming Sha worried. “Can he truly challenge Shen Yan alone?”
“We shall see,” True Saint Taiyuan replied cautiously, unwilling to make predictions about Ming Jian’s current capabilities.
Wu Yuan rapidly closed the distance.
“Senior Taiyuan, Master Bu Xiu, my apologies,” Wu Yuan transmitted directly to those on the mountain. “After entering this expanse of spacetime, I was trapped in a void array which delayed me considerably. I apologize for being this late.”
Wu Yuan felt genuinely chagrined. The Tenth Chaos Void teemed with danger at every turn. Even with his power, once caught in certain traps, escape proved challenging.
“No worries!” True Saint Bu Xiu replied swiftly.
“Are you confident?” True Saint Taiyuan asked.
“I am,” Wu Yuan answered simply.
…
As they communicated, Wu Yuan arrived at the mountain’s outer perimeter, rapidly approaching Shen Yan’s group.
Before Shen Yan could speak, Wu Yuan’s mana body issued a cold command: “Leave immediately! Otherwise, don’t blame me for slaughtering you all.”
Shen Yan, Chou Lie, and the others froze momentarily before rage consumed them.
“You’re courting death!” Shen Yan roared, barking orders: “Jing Qiu, Chou Lie, continue working on dismantling the array. I’ll maintain pressure to prevent Dong Cang and the others from escaping.”
He pointed at four of his companions. “The four of you, eliminate this Ming Jian.”
True Saint Jing Qiu and the others inwardly cursed, immediately grasping Shen Yan’s strategy. No one who had cultivated to the True Saint stage was a fool. For Ming Jian to charge in so brazenly, he must possess some confidence.
True Saint Shen Yan wanted them to test the waters first.
“Go!”
“Attack!”
After some hesitation, the four transformed into streaks of light and charged forward. Even the weakest among them approached the strength of a Full True Saint, giving them abundant confidence. True Saint Shen Yan himself might not be able to defeat them instantly.
“The Ocean Drowns All Under Heaven!” The blue-robed True Saint Wan Hai moved first. Centered on his form, countless surging water droplets burst forth, rippling outward in all directions like tides, bringing the surrounding spacetime under his control.
This domain secret art demonstrated extraordinary power. Within its influence, True Saint Jing Qiu and the others felt their strength amplify considerably, bolstering their confidence further.
A domain of such might rivals the Chiaroscuro Domain of my body refiner self. Impressive indeed. Wu Yuan silently acknowledged.
To rank among the top three hundred on the True Saint Rankings, each opponent possessed extraordinary capabilities and ultimate techniques that had established their place among numerous Eternals.
Unfortunately, you’ve met me. Wu Yuan remained unperturbed. Primordial Golden Lotus!
Beneath Wu Yuan’s mana body, a golden lotus platform materialized. Its petals rotated with mesmerizing grace, emanating eternal Dao resonance. Countless lotus flowers spontaneously bloomed throughout spacetime, each transforming into an independent pocket of spacetime, as though infinite layers of spacetime were suddenly pressing down upon his foes.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The myriad golden lotuses collided with the water droplets like mountains crushing eggs, causing the droplets to explode and dissipate. True Saint Wan Hai’s most powerful domain technique shattered in an instant.
In that moment, Wu Yuan seized control of three hundred million li of spacetime. True Saint Jing Qiu, True Saint Wan Hai, and their two companions found themselves trapped in numerous layers of spacetime. Even when they activated artifacts and channeled mana to break through one layer, they immediately tumbled into another, completely ensnared.
“What manner of domain is this?” Jing Qiu and the others panicked, having never encountered such an overwhelming domain technique before.
The spacetime domain expanded to such a size that even Shen Yan and Chou Lie found themselves caught within its influence despite their considerable distance.
How can Ming Jian’s domain be this powerful? True Saint Shen Yan struggled to comprehend it. He’s cultivated for merely a few billion years. How can his domain technique rival Cloud Saint’s?
He had crossed swords with Cloud Saint once before and had been trapped within his domain. It was a nightmarish experience that remained vivid in his memory. Cloud Saint had been universally acknowledged as the True Saint with the greatest domain for countless ages, unmatched by any.
Yet today, Shen Yan encountered a True Saint whose domain rivaled that of Cloud Saint himself.
In that moment, Shen Yan reached his conclusion: he could not win.
With such a formidable domain, Ming Jian could easily rescue Taiyuan, Dong Cang, and the others.
Nevertheless, Shen Yan remained utterly perplexed. How had Ming Jian’s cultivation progressed so rapidly? How was his secret art this strong?
For someone like Wu Yuan, a Creation Dao Master favored by the Primordium, advancing swiftly in his self-created Dao would be somewhat understandable. But Ming Jian? By what means? Moreover, even with superior Dao cultivation, transforming it into practical strength and crafting perfectly suited ultimate techniques proved extraordinarily difficult for most.
Little did Shen Yan know that Wu Yuan’s qi refiner self progressed no less quickly than his body refiner self, perhaps even slightly faster. His qi refiner self encountered fewer obstacles when advancing its self-created Dao, facing almost no bottlenecks from initial entry into the third step to its upper limit.
Over billions of years, Wu Yuan’s qi refiner self had reached the pinnacle of the third step, merely a hair’s breadth away from the fourth.
There was some disparity in terms of the profundities of their ultimate techniques. But the Chaos Treasure, Primordial Golden Lotus, compensated for this weakness perfectly, proving ideally suited to Wu Yuan’s qi refiner self.
Of course, Shen Yan knew none of this.
Though unable to comprehend the reason, Shen Yan clearly recognized the reality of his situation. He frantically transmitted a message: “Jing Qiu, Wan Hai—regroup with me immediately. We are departing!”
Shen Yan and Chou Lie immediately joined forces, rushing toward their four companions. With six True Saints combining their strength, they believed Ming Jian could not stop them.
Attempting to regroup? Wu Yuan smirked, easily discerning their strategy.
Had they attacked him together from the beginning, Dong Cang and the others could have seized the opportunity to escape. But having separated their forces, Wu Yuan would not allow them to regroup so easily.
“Heavenrend!” Wu Yuan’s mind stirred, and he pointed toward his enemies.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
Flying swords emanating terrifying auras shot forth from around him. The nine Xiantian Instrument flying swords emerged, combining with the Primordial Golden Lotus to form an even stronger array.
This represented the strongest physical technique of Wu Yuan’s qi refiner self and mana body.
The Primordial Golden Lotus was one of the top artifacts in the same lineage as the Origin Realm Pearl and Origin Saint Pearl, personally forged by the Origin Saint himself. Its greatest function was its ability to integrate other artifacts seamlessly.
These nine Xiantian Instrument flying swords had been specifically acquired by Wu Yuan for his mana body.
It’s been billions of years since I last fought in earnest. Let’s test the power of the sword domain. Wu Yuan’s eyes gleamed with anticipation.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Under the domain’s suppression, countless threads of sword light slashed toward Jing Qiu and the others. Shen Yan was too powerful; Wu Yuan lacked absolute confidence in slaying him, so naturally he targeted the four relatively weaker True Saints first.
“Here it comes!”
“Such fearsome momentum…Block him!”
“If we can endure until Shen Yan reaches us, we’ll survive!”
Though trapped, Jing Qiu, Wan Hai, and the others were highly experienced in battles and instantly sensed the killing intent permeating the void. They immediately exerted their full strength, some wielding weapons, others manipulating Xiantian Instruments to form protective barriers around themselves.
Boom!
The myriad sword lights clashed violently against the four True Saints’ defenses.
Yet, surprisingly, they failed to completely overwhelm their targets.
“His physical attacks aren’t as devastating as expected.”
“Far inferior to Shen Yan’s power.”
“Stronger than us, but only marginally.” Jing Qiu and Wan Hai’s confidence returned as they assessed their opponent.
As expected. Wu Yuan remained unperturbed; this outcome aligned with his predictions.
His cultivation period was ultimately brief, and he had not created ultimate techniques for physical attacks. The Chaos Golden Lotus excelled primarily in domains and control.
Alongside his mana body’s relatively inferior mana compared to his ether body, his pure physical attacks naturally fell short. If his ether body’s physical attacks approached the Dao Zenithel level, then his mana body’s physical attacks could only rank within the top hundred of the True Saint Rankings.
This evaluation included the domain’s enhancement; without the Primordial Golden Lotus’s support, his attacks might barely rival True Saint Jing Qiu’s power.
However, physical techniques were never my qi refiner self and mana body’s true specialty. Wu Yuan’s eyes grew misty.
As the endless sword lights bloomed across the battlefield, an invisible wave rippled through the void.
Soul secret art—Myriad Rebirths Tribulation!