Chapter 45: Transcending You (Mid-Autumn Festival Seeking Collection of Red Tickets)

  (Second update, everyone happy holidays, individual blessings sent here!)

  Wang Qian made a huge gain this time, and under the intense battle, his cultivation broke through to the second turn of Dacheng, which is the realm of Xiantian Dacheng. He may break through to the foundation period at any time.

  The gods' halberd absorbed a large amount of evil energy and grew to the level of top-grade spiritual equipment. This halberd was also a killing weapon, much more ferocious than ordinary magic treasures.

  The divine halberd of top-grade spiritual equipment is absolutely comparable to most extreme-grade spiritual equipment.

  He single-handedly charged into the midst of the violent and chaotic demonic creatures, all for the sake of allowing the disciples of Qingyun Gate to safely retreat. By now, Zhou Qing and his group have probably already successfully withdrawn, and his mission can be considered accomplished.

  There were too many yin and yang creatures, and Wang Qian's killing speed was already fast enough, but there were still endless enemies coming over.

  At this time, the second layer of the underworld world also underwent tremendous changes.

  The void trembled ceaselessly, and the vast, dark demonic energy surged forth from the depths of the earth, as if it would transform this land into a demonic realm in an extremely short period of time.

  In the distant underworld, the void seems to be constantly shattered, and the dark magic light illuminates millions of miles. Faintly visible are many divine arts' brilliance flashing within, divine lights colliding, as if thunderbolts crashing down from the sky. What kind of existence is it that is constantly fighting?

  Roar! Roar!

  A voice, a voice of desolation and despair, kept echoing in Wang Qian's ears. He saw that on this land of the dead, castle after castle, village after village, were all boiling over with restless spirits of the underworld, rushing about in droves, trampling the earth wildly, and their direction seemed to be heading towards the depths of the underworld, where the demonic light was most intense.

  "What on earth happened? Did some terrifying creature from the underworld really burst out of the ground?"

  Wang Gan felt a heavy heart, he found that in those divine light beams and the raging tide of law power, his own strength was somewhat weak, the joyful mood of just now killing the yin spirits had disappeared.

  Buzz!

  A towering figure with gleaming scales, a creature from the underworld, charged forward in a rage.

  This is a dark night demon, equivalent to the late stage of foundation building in cultivation. It has immense power, a robust physique, and incredible speed. Although it appears to be a humanoid creature, when it engages in combat, it seems like a ferocious beast, extremely cruel and ruthless.

  Rustle!

  A sharp claw tore through the air and came crashing down on Wang Qian's head.

  Moreover, this yin-yang creature has an enormous vitality, with dense and powerful energy forming a mysterious force field around its body. Every move it makes is full of infinite power.

  Wang Qian had just broken through and was in need of a big battle. Seeing this ferocious creature, his heart was stirred up and he let out a loud roar as he charged forward to kill it.

  This is a leading figure in the Black Night Clan, with cultivation reaching the late stage of foundation building. In the second layer of the Netherworld, he can be the master of a castle, managing many Black Night Demons, Blood Night Demons, and a large number of Yin spirits.

  This level of Yin-yang creature is not simple at all. From the perspective of intelligence, they are no different from humans, and their nature is much more ruthless and cold-blooded than most humans.

  This move showed the strength of this black night crow's dominance.

  He unleashed a mysterious and wonderful martial arts divine ability, with his fists and feet waving in the air, his speed was strange and unpredictable, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, completely without any rules. Moreover, his spiritual power had also fully merged into his martial arts, emitting an eerie and ghostly aura from his body, giving people a rather strange feeling.

  Wang Gan's eyes lit up, and with his spiritual realm, he immediately saw the ferocity of this black night owl!

  "Good martial arts, good spiritual power, good mysteriousness, good strength!"

  He shouted out four good words in one breath, it can be seen that this Black Night Commander is absolutely not a vain name.

  With a swoosh, Wang Qian put away the divine halberd, he wanted to fight this Yaksha leader with his bare fists, this was a kind of self-confidence, and also a test for himself, only in a fair fight could a cultivator thoroughly bring out their potential.

  Invincibility of the flesh is not true invincibility; invincibility of the spirit is the real invincibility.

  This sentence has been enlightening Wang Qian since the first day of his practice, and has been deepening ever since, with a very strong promoting effect on his practice.

  As soon as this Yaksha made a move, all the surrounding Yin-yang creatures retreated, as if they were subjects paying homage to their king. They showed such reverence that it was impossible not to admire this Yin-yang world, which, although its civilization is not advanced, has a very strict hierarchy. Compared to the human world's deceit and hypocrisy, it is much more simple.

  Power is status, as long as there is invincible power, there is a dominant position in the world.

  Hei Ye led the way with his fists and feet flying, charging forward like a ghost. At the same time, a cold consciousness directly infiltrated into Wang Qian's sea of consciousness.

  "Human, your power is great and your vitality is extremely strong, with pure energy hidden in your flesh and blood. I must defeat you and eat you, so my power will be enhanced again!"

  The meaning conveyed by this yaksha was very clear and logical, and Wang Qian understood that the wisdom of this yaksha was not to be underestimated.

  "Spectral Hand of the Underworld!"

  A spiritual storm burst forth in the void, causing the air to ripple and churn with a hissing sound. The Night Demon's fists and feet moved like a dragon and snake, its legs spinning into two blurry shadows that were impossible for the naked eye to see clearly, moving at an extremely fast speed. Its entire body was like a ghostly apparition, darting back and forth across the ground, surrounding Wang Qian with attacks coming from all eight directions.

  His attacking method, mainly relies on his two hands, with sharp fingernails as sharp as diamond, three inches long, sometimes like a sword in the air, sometimes like a claw shadow flying, empty and illusory, killing intent hidden.

  "Is this the legendary Ghostly Hand? Indeed, it's a deadly attack, like the winds of the Nine Hells. The ghosts and spirits are invisible, but to me, what secrets does this technique hold?"

  Wang Gan's eyes flashed, and his pupils reflected many martial arts divine abilities. In an instant, he had a certain understanding of this mysterious ghostly hand technique.

  Bitter Sea Seal, Submerged!

  Wang Gan's hands drew out a mysterious arc, with a gentle blue divine power flowing and circulating. A sense of melancholy and nostalgia filled the air, making people feel drowsy and all their murderous intentions and fighting spirit were constantly being worn away.

  As he gained insight into the Way of Suffering, Wang Qian gradually transitioned from an ordinary Waterway to a path of understanding the Way of Suffering. The Sea of Suffering is a legendary place that no one knows where it is, but many cultivation classics have records of it. It is a mysterious existence beyond compare. From ancient times to the present, countless heroes and giants have sunk into the Sea of Suffering.

  Wang Qian now has a glimpse of this mysterious and bitter sea path, with one move, the divine power flows, and the ten thousand realms sink!

  In an instant, the originally wandering six voids, like a ghostly and mysterious martial arts divine ability, suddenly appeared in the empty space. The speed began to slow down, and even the night yaksha's spiritual will began to become dizzy, losing its initial determination and fighting spirit, which was extremely terrifying.

  "Rooooar! What kind of divine power is this?! You can actually influence my will?! I, the Black Night Clan, am the favored child of the underworld, no one can affect my will!"

  This night demon, immediately reacted, loudly bellowing amidst which, unexpectedly woke up, soul violently fluctuating, on top of his head surging up a strong aura, vaguely presenting an endless river-like appearance.

  "Minghe Guanxiang Method! Weak water three thousand, goose feather ten thousand jun, subdue the will, burst out of the underworld!"

  This is a meditation technique, a method of spiritual cultivation that is profound in its intent. Even Wang Qian was slightly surprised, his heart filled with wonder at the fact that this creature from the underworld actually possessed such an incredible meditation technique.

  Buzz!

  The void trembled, Wang Qian's sinking mood and the night demon's imagined underworld converged, colliding with each other, and astonishingly, they showed a tendency to cancel each other out.

  "Hum, you beast still have two tricks up your sleeve, but that's it. The sea of suffering is boundless, transcend, transcend!"

  Wang Qian let out a cold snort, his soul bursting forth with radiance. His understanding of the Way of Suffering suddenly surged to the forefront of his mind. He struck out with one palm, unleashing a vast and mighty divine power that was like the celestial river pouring down from the heavens, shattering the void and containing within it the profound rhythm of transcendence and deliverance.

  The Meng River can be vast, but it must be crossed; the Yaksha can be strong, but it must be transcended by Wang Qian. The understanding of these two "ways" is naturally contradictory, and the consequences are now apparent.

  After breaking through to the Innate Great Perfection Realm, this was Wang Qian's first time being completely unbridled and unrestrained, bursting out with his own power without any reservations.

  Buzz!

  Skeleton trembling, muscles bursting, divine power surging, the power of flesh and blood, the power of bones, the power of bitter sea; the power of soul. This time, all the powers on Wang Qian's body were condensed together for the first time, and all the "powers" in his body were condensed into one, a perfect and satisfactory idea emerged.

  This strike is indescribable, as a gigantic palm appears in the void, radiating an ancient blue light. Every line on the palm is clearly visible, as if it's about to suppress evil spirits like a great Buddha descending from heaven.

  Boundless power, transcendent will, surging and crashing attacks. This nightmarish creature let out a shrill cry, as if it had seen an unimaginable scene.

  A large hand descended from the sky and pressed directly onto his head, crushing it into pieces in an instant, and his final scream was abruptly cut off.

  Cruel and tyrannical, overbearing, as one wishes, perfect and complete.

  Wang Qian finally revealed the power of the second turn of his Nine Turns Body Refining Technique.