All Heavenly destiny reduced to ashes
Chapter 317 - 178: Desperate Situation (3/3)

Chapter 317: Chapter 178: Desperate Situation (3/3)

The outcome of the battle was no longer in doubt.

Every punch from He Wuchang was one An Jing couldn’t fully withstand, and every palm strike was capable of sending An Jing flying even with his full strength.

Such an overwhelming onslaught made it meaningless for An Jing to use the slow-motion response even when he activated Grasping Heavenly Moment.

In an instant, An Jing’s body was riddled with indented wounds, the result of flesh torn apart by excessively fierce attacks.

Blood flowed from An Jing’s mouth, nose, ears, and eyes, mixing with rainwater to cover his cheeks.

Yet even so, An Jing was still seeking an opportunity to counterattack with a punch, but He Wuchang was incredibly cautious, countering punch for punch, shattering the flesh of An Jing’s right hand so severely that the bones were exposed.

It wasn’t until this point, in a battle that had gone tenfold beyond the endurance limits any Inner Strength martial master could withstand, that An Jing was finally blown out of his stance, hit by a punch from He Wuchang that sent him flying backward, crashing into a wall and half-burying his body in bricks and tiles.

"Damn it..."

An Jing fell, but He Wuchang let out a weary sigh, looking towards the young man with an almost admiring gaze, "What the hell kind of monster is this..."

It was only after An Jing took the opportunity to smash the head of his Cursed Blood Law Body that He Wuchang realized he had no room to spare.

The one driven into a corner was An Jing, but so was he—He Wuchang, a True Person at the pinnacle of the Divine Repository realm, was actually forced to use a hundred percent of his skill and focus in a fight with a young Inner Strength practitioner.

Even though this Cursed Blood incarnation was not known for its strength, nor did it have the benefit of numerous Divine Abnormalities and Formation enhancements, it was still a Dharma Body that could wield the power of his Fate Pattern and employ Divine Skills... Even a quarter of an hour earlier, He Wuchang could not have imagined that an Inner Strength practitioner could clash head-on with him, and even find an opportunity for a counter-kill!

And before that, this junior had even directly engaged in combat, injuring two Martial Meridian Grandmasters!

How is that possible?! A junior, an Inner Strength practitioner, comparable to him in skill... and even surpassing him? Could he truly fight a Grandmaster?

What kind of reasoning is this? Impossible, how can this be?

While his mind was filled with myriad thoughts, He Wuchang understood that reality was always more absurd than any imagination.

At least for now, he had won.

"I absolutely will not waste your talent and Fate Pattern, Jing Xuan. In the past, I would never have accepted the fusion of someone else’s soul with mine, even though that was the original intent of the Life-Devouring Secret Method, the Secret Skill of Life Transmutation,"

He Wuchang slowly walked forward, his tone full of sentiment, "You won’t die, you will become a part of me, become a new ’me.’

"It’s incredible. I used to think that I would never allow myself to merge with someone else in my entire life, it turns out, it’s just because I haven’t met someone outstanding enough..."

At that point, He Wuchang suddenly paused in his actions and thoughts, then had a revelation, "So that’s it, that’s the true meaning of the ancient method of Life Transmutation."

"It’s aspiration."

"Because of the desire, because of the wish to become a better being, to inherit his Fate Pattern, to transform oneself into another person..."

He laughed madly, "That is the true essence of the Secret Technique! I understand now, I have fully comprehend it—Jing Xuan, you indeed are my opportunity!"

In the rubble, An Jing did not respond, but simply breathed slowly.

He Wuchang took a step.

And it was at that moment.

Outside Kanming City, over the distant mountains, a dazzling mirror light hung in the air, breaking through the waterfall-like curtain of rain, flowing against the sea of clouds, piercing directly to the top of the heavens!

In that instant, all the rainwater stopped falling, the entire sky, all the shadowy clouds, all the tidal rainwaves, stopped right in their places.

Then... they turned into a mirror.

Hum!

Above the heavens, a Heavenly Water Great Mirror hung across the sky, clearing a thousand miles of cloud sea, creating a vast hollow in the cloud layer, receiving light from behind the sun, making the mirror surface incredibly shiny.

That wasn’t the real sun, yet it shone brighter than the sun veiled by overcast clouds.

"This is Master’s Divine Skill..."

With his eyes barely open, An Jing looked up at the Mirror Light, but there was no joy in his gaze.

Because he knew... if his Master really had to resort to this extraordinary trump card, it meant that even he had been pushed to the limit and could only give his all in a fight against an unbeatable enemy.

Just as he was now.

[Brightness, Light, Dust!]

He Wuchang raised his head to look at the Heavenly Water Great Mirror, and for a moment, even forgot about Jing Xuan at his side. He gritted his teeth in frustration, yet spoke with exhilarating pride, [You actually still have a trump card...]

[But this is it, today both you and your disciple will fall here!]

As he expressed the fears and pleasures in his heart,

silently, An Jing, who had lain amidst the ruins, struggled to stand up.

An Jing had never been in such dire straits before.

Even when fleeing famine, An Jing only suffered from hunger. His flesh and blood still obeyed his commands, he still had the strength to kill his enemies, he could still stand tall and hunt his prey, crossing the snowy plains... If his mother hadn’t been injured, An Jing was certain he could have made it out of the Northern Border, he never doubted.

But now, the bones in his right arm were nearly all shattered, five ribs broken, one of which had pierced his lung. He had painstakingly extricated it.

His shoulders, chest, abdomen, and the parts of his arms used for blocking, were almost pulverized to mush, and beneath the blur of torn flesh, bones were glowing with a halo of white gold.

On the brink of death, his body was almost lifeless, yet An Jing’s soul and spirit were unprecedentedly strong.

And so,

in this state, he managed to reduce the Meditation time of the Son of Heaven Method to a mere moment.

He entered Meditation, introspectively perfect.

The Taibai Luminous Godly Ban was in motion.

Upon inward inspection, his body, which seemed nearly dead on the outside, was actually brimming with vitality.

Just as He Wuchang’s Cursed Blood Law Body had no vital points, as a method of cultivation dating back to Ancient Times, used by Qi Refinement cultivators and even Immortal Gods, Taibai Luminous Godly Ban undoubtedly had its own Divine Abnormality. It could elevate a Cultivator above the mundane, surpassing the limits of the flesh.

The source lay in the ’Divine Prohibition’ that connected the entire Cultivator’s body.

Even if the flesh was close to death, the Divine Prohibition would still operate incessantly— indeed, even if the Cultivator’s soul and spirit were annihilated, the Divine Prohibition within their body would continue until it was thoroughly destroyed, down to the smallest corner.

Now, An Jing’s body was continuously using its stored Essence Qi, rebuilding and consolidating.

In the Taibai Forbidden Seed and the other parts of his body where the Divine Prohibition was complete, Magic Prohibition flowed like water, rushing towards An Jing’s wounds.

Like clotting blood, countless minute Magic Prohibitions gathered at the gaping tears in his battered body, akin to a tattered ragdoll, and then formed a thin film of white gold as if soldered by molten iron.

It would have been insufficient.

Even though An Jing hadn’t been short on money these past days, consuming the flesh of Spirit Beasts and indulging in food and drink while recuperating fully, and the Lesser Yang Swordsmanship also gathered Essence Qi, most of the reserves had been used in cultivation, with not much truly stored in his body.

Even Taibai Luminous Godly Ban couldn’t create something out of nothing and heal a body without Essence Qi.

It would have been insufficient.

Unless... someone helped.

An Jing felt it, within the Emperor’s Blood, a spring-like divine mechanism surged forth, from the Divine Sea to the Dantian, from the Dantian to his whole body.

It was a gentle, peaceful, and most nourishing vitality.

The life force of the Soul-Reviving Skills.