Free Web NovelChapter 389: Chapter 243: The Emperor’s Bearing Emerges, Seizing His Own Fortune, and Joining Prince Zhenbei
BOOM.
The space in a radius of several thousand zhang shattered and was annihilated in an instant.
Although the Witch Race Divine Technique was extraordinary, jointly cast by Witch Palace Language and her nine hundred and ninety-nine doppelgangers, it was still shattered to pieces.
BANG.
A terrifying force rebounded and struck Lu Mingyuan’s body, forcing him back several steps.
With a muffled groan, a trickle of blood escaped the corner of Lu Mingyuan’s mouth.
Witch Palace Language’s body swayed violently, and she too took a step back.
A rare hint of astonishment appeared on her face.
"Again."
A thousand versions of Witch Palace Language shouted in unison.
Then, the figures moved as one, unleashing endless Demonic Qi. Behind each of them, the phantasm of an evil Divine Being materialized, its body wreathed in black flames that seemed capable of incinerating the very heavens and earth.
After casting the Thousand Hands Thousand Bodies Six Paths Reincarnation Technique and summoning the stone bridge, her main body’s power had indeed weakened considerably.
However, Witch Palace Language had her reasons for why she could not lose.
To unite the Holy Netherworld, reshape the Six Paths of Reincarnation, and resurrect her elder brother.
To forge a Heaven-Reaching Great Dao that could accommodate all living beings of the myriad realms.
She needed the power that Lu Mingyuan possessed.
But the same was true for Lu Mingyuan.
He, too, carried the hopes of countless people on his shoulders. freёwebnovel.com
’I absolutely cannot fall here!’
[Life Chart Trait 「Martial Lord」 triggered. During the fierce battle with the Great Nether Empress, Witch Palace Language, your Cultivation is temporarily and massively stacked, advancing you to Celestial Human Realm Perfection.]
[Venerable Purple Fate Grid - Qilin Martial Lord, Refinement Level increased to 85%]
[Refinement Level has reached 85%. Unlocking Life Chart Trait - Star Acupoint (High Level)]
[Star Acupoint (High Level): As the bright moon and burning sun are to the heavens, so are my acupoints to the stars. The effects of all Divine Powers and Techniques on you are drastically weakened. Break the shackles of the Flesh Body. Your potential is limitless.]
As the battle dragged on, Lu Mingyuan’s Cultivation began to surge uncontrollably.
Lu Mingyuan continuously poured his Primordial Qi into the Martial Dao Body behind him, stimulating a terrifying might as vast as an abyss. The towering Martial Dao Body grew ever taller and larger in response.
VMMMM!
BOOM!
It soared to a height of a thousand zhang.
Lu Mingyuan executed his ultimate move, Celestial Spirit Hidden Dragon, intending to unleash the full power of his Dharma Body without reservation.
As his main body made the move, so too did the Dharma Body, and the effect was even more immense.
The thousand-zhang-tall Dharma Body released an unparalleled torrent of fiery Primordial Qi, and surging shockwaves swept out in all directions.
In an instant, the Celestial Water for thousands of li around began to boil, rapidly evaporating.
The land, meanwhile, quickly melted, transforming into a massive lake of lava.
BOOM.
The powerful Divine Techniques unleashed by Witch Palace Language were all neutralized in an instant.
Aside from her main body, all nine hundred and ninety-nine of her doppelgangers were forced back, reeling from the powerful impact.
Such might left the onlooking Cultivators who had gathered from all directions speechless with amazement.
"What terrifying pressure! How can the Crown Prince of Great Yan release such a powerful Martial Dao aura?"
"He even withstood the Witch Race’s Netherworld Divine Skill cast by a thousand versions of the Great Nether Empress! Lu Mingyuan is trying to defy the heavens!"
"Could the Great Nether Empress’s undefeated, invincible history be about to end? If so, aren’t we witnessing history in the making?"
The nine hundred and ninety-nine doppelgangers dissipated, turning back into black Demonic Qi that flowed into Witch Palace Language’s body.
"To repeatedly break your own limits... you have quite an extraordinary constitution. But in the end, that power isn’t truly yours. This must be the result of some fortuitous encounter, isn’t it?" Witch Palace Language said with a faint smile.
Lu Mingyuan advanced, saber in hand, each step creating ripples in the air.
With every step, his Heaven-Reaching Saber Intent grew stronger. His tone was exceptionally calm as he spoke:
"A fortuitous encounter?"
"If I’m not mistaken, you, just like my Imperial Father, only need a Crown Prince of Great Yan. You don’t need Lu Mingyuan."
"Since my imprisonment, I have lain dormant for three years. Day and night, I trained bitterly, putting in several times more effort than any of those other Princes."
"When that ’fortuitous encounter’ appeared, I was there waiting for it."
Lu Mingyuan stood upon the Celestial Water Lake, his body wreathed in a blazing Divine Flame. His will to fight soared, making him seem like a Human World Demon Lord as he calmly declared:
"And so, the one standing before you now is me."
Witch Palace Language frowned and said nothing.
Instead, she lightly raised a hand. The searing lava on the ground surged into the sky, engulfing Lu Mingyuan.
"Who hasn’t had a few fortuitous encounters?"
Witch Palace Language took out a pitch-black Turtle Shell and spoke indifferently.
In that instant, the towering silhouette of a fiendgod overlaid itself upon the Great Nether Empress.
Within a shroud of gray-black mist, two crimson, malevolent flames ignited.
A monster was channeled forth by the Great Nether Empress.
Its body was like a yellow sack, its skin as red as cinnabar fire. It had six feet and four wings, a chaotic and featureless form, and a faceless head that could blot out the sun and sky.
Incredibly, a black dot appeared. In a flash, it began to compress the massive volume of lava and Lu Mingyuan’s Sky-covering Blade Qi. His thousand-zhang-tall Dharma Body was in imminent danger. The dot was not static; it continuously contracted, its structure growing ever denser. The terrifying compressive force it generated could crush even a Martial Dao Body to dust.
At the center of what had become a Mountain of Gold and Iron, there was a black hole-like space only a zhang wide, with Lu Mingyuan trapped inside. This space was unstable and constantly shrinking, already pushed to its limit. It threatened to shatter at any moment, risking his complete absorption.
Having read many ancient texts, Lu Mingyuan saw the monster before him and instantly felt a sense of dread.
’One of the Ancient Twelve Ancestral Witches, Emperor Jiang, master of the Spatial Dao?’
’No, this must be just a projected incarnation.’
Lu Mingyuan looked at the Turtle Shell in Witch Palace Language’s hand, sensing a vast and boundless amount of strange Destiny emanating from it.
