Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!-Chapter 472 - 331: The Eighteenth Level of True Technique, the long-awaited Pure Yang Heavenly Gate, slowly emerges!_2
Within the vast tomb at the bottom of the sea, the State Preceptor of the Great Qian slowly sank beneath the water’s surface and vanished from sight, leaving no one to know whether he was dead or alive, The righteous State Preceptor of the Great Qian, who once oppressed thousands of miles of territory, was said to have ’entered extinction’ from that day forth.
A hundred years later, the influence of the State Preceptor lingered even after his departure, ensuring peace throughout the world.
Two hundred years later, conspirators from various lands began to stir, and rumors of the old State Preceptor’s extinction became widespread.
Five hundred years later, the territories that had been acquired through luck were lost through their own incompetence. Without the old State Preceptor to suppress the realm, the Great Qian returned to the most absurd era of royal palaces and crimson-garbed alleys.
Another five hundred years passed.
As time went on, astonishingly talented cultivators emerged in waves, and the once world-shaking State Preceptor of the Great Qian had been forgotten, ridiculed by many. Western nations even altered their annals, refusing to acknowledge the history of those times.
No one knew that deep in the darkness of the ocean floor, there existed a colossal crystal pyramid, with a Daoist sitting cross-legged at its center, heart pulsing only once per decade.
He lifted his head to gaze towards the surface, but what reflected in his eyes were the orbits of the stars, nothing else.
Throughout two thousand years, the righteous State Preceptor had scoured the world and not in vain; he uncovered a shocking secret within the ruins of a long-extinct tribe adept at astronomy and calendrical calculations: when the seven stars align, the heavens and earth will tear asunder, and a great Demon General will take the opportunity to cross into this realm.
In order to retain the vitality needed for one more leap to greatness, he had to seal himself and wait for the right moment.
"The heavens and earth forsake me, refusing to grant me insight into this great secret. I shall defy them, living for three thousand years more. Then, rising with the winds of heaven, I shall dominate an era!" The Daoist’s eyes swirled with stars as he spoke, a sun blazing within his chest, his voice tinged with resentment.
Resentment commands a voice!
No one knew how resplendent that voice would one day be.
Another thousand years passed, and the Daoist had perfected the eighteenth layer of True Law a hundred years ago, reaching a point in his current state where there was no further advancement or alteration possible.
Now, all he lacked was the final piece of the puzzle!
By now, the old State Preceptor of the Great Qian had been completely forgotten. During the long years, the once-powerful Great Qian was jointly invaded by five barbarian tribes, and the fall of Qianjing was imminent!
"I had thought the Emperor of Great Qian a being of heaven; can such mediocrity really suffice?" A barbarian leader, dressed in a golden robe with double pupils in his eyes, and the thirty-sixth descendant of the ancient State Preceptor Basba, had cultivated his power even beyond his ancestor’s.
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"The Great Sage Preceptor speaks the truth; Great Qian is undefended. Since our invasion, the famed experts of Great Qian have all been too weak to entertain the Great Sage Preceptor, a real disappointment," said a barbarian adorned with colorful feathers, flattering him.
"Indeed, they dare claim divine mandate, everlasting life, and call themselves ’I.’ In my opinion, what ’I’ is that? It’s the ’I’ of a dog’s foot!" A barbarian leader with strange patterns on his face scoffed, "The Great Sage Preceptor is truly invincible in the world!"
"You don’t understand; my ancestor was truly slain by that righteous State Preceptor of Great Qian. Not being able to face him in combat is my greatest regret!" the golden-robed barbarian suddenly said, his gaze full of pride.
Just then, the sky darkened abruptly; amidst the clear day, twenty-one great stars suddenly appeared, arrayed like the string of a bow. Then, seven more stars slowly emerged, forming a straight line, like an arrow.
As the arrow manifested, a tremendous rift tore through the heavens and earth, and countless demonic soldiers swarmed out!
A massive, purple demonic hand slowly pressed into the crack, landing upon the wilderness and causing the earth to fissure.
In an instant, hundreds of thousands of elite barbarians were thrown into disarray; with a sweep of the purple hand, the golden-robed barbarian leader was crushed to death like an insect, his end no more heroic than that of other soldiers pulverized into a pulp.
Atop the city walls of Qianjing, countless people revealed looks of despair. They couldn’t even overcome the golden-robed barbarian; what hope did they have now?
The current ruler of Great Qian, derisively known as ’Dog’s Foot I,’ wore a sorrowful expression. As he turned and drew his sword to end his own life, suddenly, an explosion echoed through the heavens and earth. A Daoist stood with his hands behind his back, riding the winds and thunder, his voice of pleasure resounding amidst the raging wind.
"Observing the ways of heaven, adhering to the actions of heaven, I have understood," he said.
"Pure Yang! Pure Yang!"
With that cry of ’Pure Yang,’ the colossal Cultivation Body that the Daoist had suppressed for an era suddenly manifested—no, at this moment it was even more powerful than three thousand years before. A phantom gateway took shape before him.
Yet even this was not enough, nowhere near enough!
The Daoist chanted to Pure Yang once more! All around him, a multi-colored aurora flashed into existence, fiercely colliding with the huge purple demonic creature that squeezed through the space crack.
Red, the color of death; the dim light of slaughter; and the roar of desperate battle interweaved. The Daoist’s Extreme Origin raged, chanting to Pure Yang seven times, burning with utmost intensity, and leaping higher.
Having witnessed the changes of heaven and earth, he had finally grasped that flicker of enlightenment, completing the last piece of the puzzle toward the 18th layer of the True Technique.
The much-anticipated gate of Pure Yang slowly emerged!
Unlike before, the ethereal gate of Pure Yang gradually solidified this time, with strange patterns outlined on its portal, firmly established, hanging above the Daoist’s purple realm in the sky. An endless torrent of otherworldly might, like a dam burst, ferociously poured onto the Daoist’s Cultivation Body, transforming it once again in the process.
Above the multicolored Cultivation Body, three golden Pure Yang flowers unexpectedly bloomed on the Daoist’s chest, their splendor extraordinary. At the center of his forehead, golden mysterious patterns ignited a faint golden flame, appearing incredibly sacred.
The realm suddenly expanded, pulling the huge demonic creature into it, where it was revealed in all its chilling splendor.
"You!"
"Power! Power! Power!" the Daoist cried out three times, his energy roiling like the deep sea’s furious currents, his words as turbulent as majestical rapids. He brought his palms together to form a blade, suddenly thrusting forward; drawing on the realm’s otherworldly forces, he transformed it into the supreme, sacred red-gold Extreme Origin, slicing through the huge demon’s defenses like a hot knife through butter, plunging into the demon’s chest, then abruptly yanking his hands apart!
Rip!
The huge demonic creature was suddenly split in half.
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As the Daoist’s voice rose, countless demons and barbarian soldiers were turned into burning torches. He was the supreme State Preceptor of the great Qian, this Qian was his to curse, not for others to defame!
"All heretical and nefarious powers are but calamities of this world, die for the State Preceptor!" the Daoist sneered coldly.
Just then, the Daoist caught sight of a mighty figure, like a looming shadow over purple lands on the other side of the crack, speeding towards this side under a great banner. His expression undergoing a sudden change, he chanted to Pure Yang once more; the already overwhelming power flowing from the portal now intensified threefold.
As if holding a heavenly handle and an earthly ring, the Daoist’s gigantic Cultivation Body grasped both ends of the space crack. His muscles bulged, the war pattern on his forehead furiously burned, and cold sweat beaded on his forehead before instantly vaporizing. The sacred red-gold Extreme Origin was poured into the fissure without reserve. Eventually, just before the imminent arrival of the mighty figure, he closed the fissure, leaving the imposing figure on the other side in helpless fury.
"Scumbags! To challenge this State Preceptor in the wild, you must first make it to my presence to have the right!"
A whisper followed the last of the fissure into the heart of the mighty figure. Having done all this, the Daoist no longer sweated from his brow, his demeanor as steady as an old dog, as he retracted his Cultivation Body and slowly descended.
It was only then that the people above the gates of Qianjing City truly saw the face of this Daoist.
He wore a green Daoist robe, the front lifted by his well-built chest. His head was bare of any Daoist hat or bun; his ink-black hair was spread over his shoulders. His face was as clear as fine jade, with eyes that seemed to hold the rising sun within.
’Basba’, after staring for a long time, fell to his knees in a thunderous gesture of respect, as if toppling a mountain or a collapsing pillar: "Your Majesty pays respect to the supreme State Preceptor!"
The scene came to an abrupt halt there!
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Through feigning mortality to cultivate the truth, under the reflection of the heart, a sudden transformation also occurred within Bear Cave; Yi Chen reviewed the memories in his mind, as if he had experienced everything firsthand.
Before long, all the Extreme Origin surrounding his body had been transformed into sacred red-gold Extreme Origin. After introspecting his own body, a wild laugh resonated throughout Bear Cave, the spirited sound causing the large bear, lulled into baby-like sleep, to slowly open its eyelids.
It saw a tall Daoist laughing unrestrainedly, his Daoist robe lifted by his muscular chest; his head bare of any Daoist hat, the Daoist bun had been unraveled by the gusting wind, and his ink-black hair draped over his shoulders. His face bore the hue of ancient bronze, with eyes that seemed to hold the rising sun, and with a casual glance, the bear felt an overpowering sense of strength, which led it to adjust to a comfortable position and close its eyes once again.
"Excellent! Excellent! Excellent!"
"From this day forth, I am not only the World-Shaking Pure Yang Yichengzi, but also the Three Lifetimes Pure Yang, Hidden Dragon Daoist!"
Within his inner vision, Yi Chen saw three Primordial Spirits shining brightly!
