Yuan’s Ascension

Chapter 1362: Fierce Battle (2)

Psyche Dream Rebirth. Subtle ripples stirred in the eyes of Wu Yuan’s mana body as invisible fluctuations surged toward his opponents. The instant he activated the technique, he sensed that the golden light was a powerful barrier crafted specifically to weaken soul-based attacks.

Yet Wu Yuan was no ordinary qi refiner. His mastery of Void laws rivaled those of Goddess Nüwa herself in ancient times. His intangible soul attack pierced through the golden light with a sharp hiss, seeping directly into each Dao Zenithel’s body, attempting to drag their consciousness into oblivion.

Immediately, Wu Yuan recognized the special nature of the array.

Under this array’s operation, these Dao Zenithels barely influence the array itself. His mana body frowned slightly. Unless I completely extinguish their soul essences, their mental state won’t affect the array’s function, clear or clouded.

Put simply, within this cooperative array, the other Dao Zenithels served merely as a supporting role. Their survival, not their consciousness, maintained the array’s integrity. The Lord of the Abyss played the truly decisive role.

Hum~ Under the effects of Psyche Dream Rebirth, the numerous Dao Zenithels under the Lord of the Abyss’s command fell into a trance, and even the Lord of the Abyss himself showed signs of confusion. Instantly, his offensive power diminished significantly, allowing Wu Yuan’s mana body to withstand the onslaught, if barely.

Thoughts raced through Wu Yuan’s mind. Dismantling this array with physical attacks? Even my true self would require considerable time. Extinguishing their souls? With the spirits of sixteen Dao Zenithels united, the resulting soul defense far exceeds the sum of its parts. To extinguish them, I’d likely need to execute the first level of Psyche Destruction.

To extinguish the Lord of the Abyss? Even the second level might prove insufficient. The third level would be required for certainty.

For the current Wu Yuan, employing Psyche Dream Rebirth consumed minimal psyche energy, practically negligible. Using the Samsara Sword would drain far more. First, I should occupy him and stabilize the situation. Wu Yuan decided strategically.

Both his qi refiner self and mana body had limits to their psyche energy, reserves he kept for confronting the Heavenly Imperator. Unleashing the third level of Psyche Destruction would be a life-for-life gambit, an opportunity that would come only once.

Suddenly, Wu Yuan’s body refiner self flickered, and beside him materialized another figure cloaked in black. This new arrival’s aura erupted with incomparable ferocity, seemingly surpassing even Great Emperor Yan Tuo and Eldritch Progenitor Di Jiang as he charged directly toward the Immortal Court’s army.

“It’s Saint Yuan’s other combat body.”

“It’s his ether body.”

“Saint Yuan possesses two combat bodies. Intercept him, prevent him from interfering with the Heavenly Imperator at all costs.” The Immortal Court forces recognized him instantly. No surprises there; it was common knowledge that Wu Yuan’s ether body rivaled his true self in power.

However, from the Eldritch Court army’s perspective, Wu Yuan’s ether body lacked a Xuanhuang Dao Treasure, so its strength shouldn’t be overwhelming.

“Die!” Lord White Devil, leading an array, brandished his battle axe and charged toward Saint Yuan.

“White Devil?” Wu Yuan’s ether body’s voice cut through the air, cold as ice. “This is our first clash, and it shall be our last.”

With a deafening boom, Wu Yuan’s vital aura transformed. In an instant, he grew to a colossal height of hundreds of millions of li. Ten arms sprouted from his body, each grasping a gleaming war saber.

Each saber subtly radiated a different Dao essence, as if originating from distinct Great Daos, yet forming a perfect, unified whole.

“What?” Lord White Devil’s eyes widened in shock as he sensed the terrifying aura emanating from Wu Yuan’s ether body, along with that uniquely perfect resonance.

Across the vast expanse of space, all beings perceived Wu Yuan’s ether body’s special state. Ten arms and ten sabers.

Most sempiternal lifeforms and eternal powerhouses evolved nine arms for battle. Most artifacts and weapons came in sets of nine. This represented a kind of limit, a near-perfect combat state under the operation of the Primordial Rules.

Many had tried to create stronger combat methods, but none had succeeded.

Nine arms? Nine sabers? That represents the limits of the past. Wu Yuan’s ether body’s gaze remained ice-cold, his battle intent soaring skyward. My Dao is true perfection, the supreme limit. Ten Unified Daos!

Boom! Boom! Wu Yuan’s ether body unleashed its full might. Ten arms swung, ten sabers carved dazzling blade rays through the air. This ten-armed combat technique was Wu Yuan’s ultimate creation, combining his divine body’s immense mana with his self-created Dao.

These ten Chaos Treasure war sabers, nurtured gradually with his Eternal Realm’s essence after fully comprehending the ten Great Daos, had consumed vast quantities of rare treasures. They surpassed even the Heavenly Imperator’s nine Heavenly Imperator Swords.

Each blade ray manifested a different Great Dao’s profundities. As they combined, black and white intertwined at their center, forming a flawless radiance of perfection. Heaven and earth changed hues, and all Dao Zenithels paled.

It was the Primordium! For a fleeting moment, it felt like a peerless being had walked out of the Primordial essence. Even Lord White Devil, directly facing this strike, was momentarily stunned before swiftly regaining his senses.

“Go!” Lord White Devil roared, swinging his battle axe to block the terrifying blade rays crashing down upon him.

In a single clash, Lord White Devil was sent hurtling backward. The array he commanded retreated with him, its outer layer developing minute cracks. They were clearly at an absolute disadvantage. If the battle continued this way, Lord White Devil’s defeat was inevitable, and the entire formation would shatter.

“Quickly, save White Devil!”

The Immortal Court’s powerhouses trembled. Everyone knew that Lord White Devil, leading over ten Dao Zenithels, could easily fend off even Great Emperor Yan Tuo. Yet he couldn’t withstand Wu Yuan’s ether body?

This meant that even without any Xuanhuang Dao Treasures, Wu Yuan’s ether body possessed attack power surpassing Imperial Majesty Dong Huo, nearly reaching the level of a supreme powerhouse. In that case, how terrifyingly powerful must Wu Yuan’s true self be, once he wielded the Saber of Oblivion?

“Eternal Light.” Dao Zenithel Wan Yu transformed into a streak of light, his aura surging skyward as he unleashed a palm technique, flying to engage Wu Yuan’s ether body.

“Wan Yu!” Wu Yuan’s eyes gleamed with killing intent. “You’ve opposed me many times. Sooner or later, I’ll kill you.”

“Haha.” Dao Zenithel Wan Yu smiled faintly, unperturbed. His attacks were mystical, seemingly weak yet employing softness to overcome hardness, repeatedly blocking Wu Yuan’s ether body’s powerful assaults.

“Die!” Lord White Devil charged in with renewed fury.

For a moment, Dao Zenithel Wan Yu and the array led by Lord White Devil joined forces, barely managing to hold back Wu Yuan’s ether body.

Meanwhile, in the void nearby, the Eldritch Court’s army, led by Dao Zenithel Fu You, the Blood Emperor, and the Dream Emperor, engaged in fierce combat with Dao Zenithel Bai Lian and Dao Zenithel Jiu Huang. Neither side could gain the upper hand.

The entire Immortal Court’s army could not spare the strength to obstruct Wu Yuan’s body refiner self. When Wu Yuan’s ether body erupted with power, no one dared face Wu Yuan’s body refiner self in battle.

“Heavenly Imperator, stop!” An enraged roar echoed through the void.

Wu Yuan’s body refiner self soared forth like lightning. He too manifested ten arms, each wielding a war saber.

Ultimate technique, ninth move—Ten Unified Daos!

Ten dazzling blade rays appeared, instantly merging into one. But this time, with the Saber of Oblivion as its core, the power of this saber technique was far stronger than when wielded by his ether body.

All of spacetime seemed to be compressed by this single blade ray, causing nearly all Dao Zenithels to tremble. It was too terrifying.

This saber technique? Dao Zenithel Wan Yu’s eyes widened in surprise. The same saber technique, when wielded with a Xuanhuang Dao Treasure, operated on an entirely different level.

It’s even more horrifying than Hou Tu’s Six Paths of Samsara. Great Emperor Yan Tuo stared intently. I fear even I would be wounded by that.

Saint Yuan’s strength has reached such heights?

Imperial Majesty Nan Guang and Imperial Majesty Dong Huo were equally shocked. Even though they believed the Heavenly Imperator to be invincible, witnessing the eruption of Wu Yuan’s ether body had shaken them to their core.

If not for the Heavenly Imperator, given the strength Wu Yuan had displayed today, he would be the undisputed number one powerhouse of the entire cosmic sea.

“Saint Yuan, your saber technique has finally reached this level. Congratulations.” The Heavenly Imperator’s voice suddenly resounded, vast and mighty.

The Heavenly Imperator, who had been attacking the Eldritch Court Universe, suddenly twisted the Original Sword in his palm.

A sword light flashed, a streak of infinite darkness carving through the void. In an instant, it transformed into trillions of sword silhouettes, each containing boundless destructive energy, blanketing the sky as they enveloped the incoming blade ray.