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Chapter 610 Injuring Spirit Of Heavenly Dao
Chapter 610 Injuring Spirit Of Heavenly Dao
Time was of the essence. With a thought, he channeled the destiny energy, directing it towards strengthening his body. Every fiber of his being pulsed with newfound resilience, his flesh hardening into an impenetrable fortress. This was the peak of the Divine Tribulation Realm, his physical form pushed to its absolute limit.
Next, he focused on his divine spirit. The destiny energy flowed inwards, nourishing his consciousness, expanding his perception, and sharpening his mental faculties. His divine spirit, once a powerful force, now rivaled even established cultivators in the Divine Harmony Realm.
Finally, he poured the remaining destiny energy into his most potent technique, the True Holy Devil Draconic Dominion. This technique, a culmination of his Celestial energy, draconic bloodline, and the residual power of his devilish heritage, surged with newfound power. As he unleashed it, a colossal domain materialized around him, a swirling vortex of celestial light, draconic might, and a hint of crimson devilish aura.
Within this dominion, the chaotic energies of the Heavenly Tribulation seemed to falter. The lightning bolts, once potent enough to obliterate mountains, fizzled out upon contact with his enhanced physique. The crushing gravity, designed to turn cultivators into dust, struggled against his strengthened bones. The very flow of time, manipulated by the Heavenly Dao, seemed to slow and bend around him.
A cruel smile twisted Wang Jian's lips. "So predictable," he muttered, his voice echoing through the void. "You sent this tribulation based on the strength I possessed before entering the Divine Harmony Realm. A clever trick, but a flawed one." UppTodated from
Wang Jian thought to himself that his plan to intentionally delay his ascension and accumulating more destiny energy worked. He had intentionally delayed his ascension, waiting for the Heavenly Dao to set its parameters. Now that the Heavenly Dao's tribulation had materialized completely based on his strength at that time, the tribulation wouldn't be able to adapt.
This was because the Heavenly Dao couldn't arbitrarily increase the tribulation's power after it had manifested just because the cultivator became strong during the time of facing the tribulation. Such a blatant violation of its own laws would destabilize the very fabric of the cosmos.
"Today," he declared, his voice resonating with newfound power, "you don't test me. I test you! Is your so-called Heavenly Dao truly worthy of its position? Or is it a tyrant, blinded by fear and clinging to its fragile authority?"
With a roar that shook the heavens, Wang Jian unleashed the full potential of his True Holy Devil Draconic Dominion. The chaotic energy within it collided with the Heavenly Tribulation in a spectacular display of light and sound. The very air crackled with raw power as these opposing forces clashed.
The battle raged for what seemed like an eternity. Celestial lightning danced against draconic flames, the crushing gravity battled the counter-force of Wang Jian's strengthened physique. Time itself became a chaotic blur, the clash bending and twisting the very fabric of reality.
Yet, with each passing moment, Wang Jian felt a growing confidence. The Heavenly Tribulation, designed to eradicate him, was slowly weakening. The stolen destiny energy proved to be a potent shield, constantly repairing any damage inflicted upon him. While the Heavenly Dao wouldn't allow its tribulation to increase in strength, it also couldn't replenish its dwindling power indefinitely.
From the West came Star Lords, renowned for their mastery of celestial formations, and Astral Wraiths, ethereal beings with unparalleled control over spatial laws. The Southern Cosmos sent forth its finest – beautiful Nature Race experts who commanded the very fabric of life, destructive members of the Corrosive Dragon Clan wielding potent toxins, and even human cultivators who espoused the Corrupted Path, a dark and forbidden art.
And from the Northern Cosmos, a stark contrast emerged. Mighty ancient devils, their very essence brimming with chaotic energy, materialized alongside divine angels, beings of pure celestial aura who wielded devastating light-based techniques.
These diverse races, each with their own prodigies and geniuses, flooded into the Eastern Cosmos. A wave of excitement, tinged with a hint of apprehension, swept through the land.
And the most intriguing detail – the Heavenly Dao, in its veiled attempt to counter Wang Jian, had subtly lifted the suppression on these foreign cultivators. They didn't experience the usual power dampening effect when crossing into a different Cosmos. Instead, they arrived at full strength, bolstered by an unseen force. It was clear – the Heavenly Dao was hedging its bets, supporting these talents in a desperate attempt to create a new generation of powerhouses who could potentially challenge Wang Jian.
Meanwhile, within the opulent confines of the Celestial Jade Palace, Wang Jian received these reports from Cui Lan, his ever-reliable Pavilion Mistress.
Wang Jian leaned back, a sense of calm settling over him despite the escalating situation. This influx of talented individuals wouldn't be a problem, not for the new and improved Wang Jian. He had defied the Heavenly Dao once, he could do it again.
In fact, he welcomed the challenge. The Eastern Cosmos was about to become a fascinating stage for a grand play of power, ambition, and destiny. And Wang Jian, fueled by stolen power and a burning ambition, was determined to play the leading role.
He closed his eyes, picturing the crimson gaze of Yu Qing awaiting him within the opulent chamber of the Celestial Jade Palace.
Wang Jian landed gracefully within the opulent confines of the Celestial Jade Palace, the echoes of his recent battle fading away. He found Cui Lan waiting for him, her crimson robes clinging to her curves. Her eyes, usually sharp and calculating, held a flicker of concern beneath their surface.
"My Lord," she greeted, bowing gracefully. "The reports I provided, have they been... enlightening?"
A smirk touched Wang Jian's lips. "Indeed, Cui Lan," he replied, his voice smooth as jade. "The influx of talent from the other Cosmos is quite... intriguing."
Cui Lan remained silent, waiting for his next instruction. Wang Jian paced the room, his eyes gleaming with a predatory glint. "These newcomers," he began, "they are brimming with ambition, fueled by the whispers of ancient inheritances. But they are also... naive."